#[[ if not i can switch it up to make it more general for another muse if you had someone else in mind

[the20thangel]

The Emperor and His Lady

Spoilers for Gladiator 2, following the movie's plot to a certain extent.

Summary: Another victory for the Roman Empire; as the celebrated general returns home, he is greeted by the twin Emperors, Geta and Caracalla. In the shadows, he is greeted by a powerful ally who has yet to fully understand her power over her emperor.

Word Count: 1.2K

This will be a series.

No tags for now, but it will change throughout the story.

Hundreds of people cheered for him as General Acacius rode into the square. The twin emperors, Geta and Caracalla, were waiting for him at the top of the stairs. Forcing down a grimace, General Acasius walked up to meet and salute his emperors. The crowd of senators, nobles, and the emperors' concubines watch their interaction, seeing how the general kissed Geta’s hand in respect as Emperor Geta led the three men into the inner chambers. The crowd dispersed, leaving one lady waiting in the background. Lady Arabella, noble at birth, her father and uncle senators, stood behind a column. Although noble, she was technically a concubine.

Her father, ever the ambitious man, wanted more power than his current seat, so when she was 11 years old, she was offered to Emperor Geta when he was still a prince at 14, hoping that Geta would one day make her his Empress. Unfortunately, he has yet to fulfill her father's dream. However, according to what the other concubines say, she is considered one of Geta’s favorites. Geta and Caracalla tended to switch out their lovers every few years for boredom or other reasons. Years come and go, and concubine by concubine gets switched all but her; Geta has never pushed her away, even if they had years of not laying with each other. The last time she lay with the emperor was when she was 15 and he was 17. She was now 21, and he was 24, but he always kept her close. 

As she waited, she hummed a distant lullaby, a sad one someone close to her would sing as they reminisced about a lost love. Her musing was broken as the chambers opened; she hid in case it was the twins, not wanting to pretend to be happy to see them, especially Caracalla. Arabella could not stand the younger of the two. Upon seeing the General, Arabella grinned, stepping out of the shadows to greet her friend. 

“General, Rome thanks you for your service to her.” Arabella sweetly greeted. 

Marcus Acacius smiled at the young girl, taking her smooth hand into his, and pressed a quick kiss. “Lady Arabella, how do you fare, young one?” 

Arabella smiled, linking her hands behind her back; it would not be suitable for her or the general to be seen holding hands. Of course, he would never dishonor his wife, and she did not need problems with Geta. 

“Well as I can be, stuck in this grand palace, General, although visiting your wife provides me great comfort.” She explained, letting him know that she and the former empress provide great comfort to each other. 

“That is good, although I’m surprised our Imperator lets you have such liberties so often?” confessed Acacius, his smile growing as Arabella shrugged. The little lady did not seem to understand her power over Geta. 

As the two converse for a quick while, they both heard footsteps coming their way. Both turned and bowed at Geta and Caracalla coming towards them. Arabella grimaced, hoping Geta was in a good mood; she did not need to have rageful Geta in her hands. As the twins stopped before the lady and general, Caracalla lustfully slid his eyes over Arabella’s body. The lady was beautiful; there was no doubt, her doe brown eyes giving the allusion of innocence, her brown curly hair that she always kept up, allowing a few strands to frame her round face. She never wore too much makeup; she was a beauty, and it always made him jealous that she was Geta’s and Geta’s only. Geta never even touches her, which is what makes him upset; from what he knows, she has only laid with his brother twice since she was made a concubine. She is the only original concubine he and his brother never shared, and when he asks Geta, he becomes dark and threatens him. What was so special about this girl that he couldn’t have? 

“Imperators,” greeted Arabella, never letting her sight fall on either brother. 

Geta stares at Arabella for a while, seemingly disinterested, before turning to Marcus Acacius. 

“General, I would expect you riding to your household to greet your wife that you so desperately say you miss… not conversing with a concubine…and mine to add…” Drawled Geta, annoyed at his brother’s taunting smirk and a little laugh. 

Before Geta could snap at his brother to quiet, he was interrupted by a soft voice. 

“It was my fault, Imperator; I spoke to him first; I apologize for my transgressions,” replied Arabella, not wanting the general to be on thin ice with them because if Acacius were in trouble, it would lead to Lucilla. Arabella did not push this on the woman she considered a motherly figure to her. 

 Caracalla and Acacius froze at the interruption; no one stupid enough would ever interrupt Geta while he was speaking.

As the tension grew, Arabella inhaled, praying to the gods Virtus and Mars for bravery. She raised her eyes to Geta, letting her brown eyes meet his. As the two stared at each other, the emperor and lady, it felt like a pin could drop and create the loudest echo. Another beat went by as Geta closed his eyes and exhaled, walking away and calling for his brother to follow him, then barking for the concubines to be brought to the entertainment room. This left Arabella exhaling in relief and smiling at Acacius. Acacius stared at the lady in shock, again surprised at how much power she had over the older twin emperor. 

“General, please let my Lady know I shall visit her in the morn to break my fast with her…rest well,” lightly commanded Arabella as she inclined her head with respect and walked the opposite way where the emperors were, seemingly she was the only concubine not entertaining them tonight. 

Again, amazed that Arabella did not seem to understand her stance and power, he inclined his head towards the little lady and walked to his horse, wanting to reunite with his wife. 

As Arabella watched the general leave, she sighed in despair, being left alone again in a place she knew she did not belong. She walked to her chambers, and she was lucky; she knew that. While the other Conbuines had to share a section of the palace, ready to please their Imperators, she had her private chamber far from the emperors' chambers. She supposed being a daughter and niece of two well-respected Senators provided that perk. Arabella sunk into her chair and stared at her reflection. Another day in her prison, alone with no true friends, she is used as a pawn for an achievement she will never get. She knows she will never be empress; Geta enjoyed his freedom from marriage too much to consider that notion. She just wondered what was his gain in keeping her locked up, never touching her, and seemingly not interested in being close to her. Was it to keep her father in check? She supposes that was the reason she was a hostage bargain. Humming the sad lullaby, her eyes dimming, she began to unravel her hair, combing it as tears pooled in her eyes.

[caracalclaws]

@goddamnmuses​ || permenant starter call

“... That was a preee~tty nasty fall you had back there...”

Shadow’s the Ultimate Lifeform, no doubt he’d endured worse-- but her ears flick back in concern, brows furrowed together. Lips purse as her head tilts at him; this line of work was brutal, would jade even the brightest of sparks, but she couldn’t help her worry. They were technically colleagues, after all.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

[tanoraqui]

Dungeon Meshi Liveblog: In Which Chilchuck Begrudgingly Has Feelings for his Coworkers, and Kabru Has...Something. He Sure Has Something Going On Over There.

Before we continue, I feel I should clarify 2 things:

I've been trying, ish, to avoid spoilers for this comic, but I've watched through the Golden Country episode and more importantly I'm so bad at not reading spoiler-y but interesting- and insightful-looking analysis. So, much of this commentary isn't wholly original and any particularly genius theories of future events are likely made with actual foreknowledge.

When I said on the first post that I was starting the comic because "I need to know what happens", what I specifically meant was "I need to know how the Laios-Kabru dynamic ends up, and the general geopolitical situation, so I can accurately daydream what sort of tariffs they'll set in the kingdom of which Laios is definitely not going to be the one managing the political, economic, or social minutia." Tariffs are going to be important, okay. They're a key way a nation-state interacts with other nation-states, especially one with rare materials to trade, powerful neighbors who want them, and the natural barrier of an ocean. Truly, every fantasy series ever should be required to have an epilogue or many an additional book/season/etc of a The West Wing-style depiction of day-to-day governance of whatever resulted from the story's climactic finale.

Okay, back to the liveblog.

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Inch resting. The manga characters, having met the Mad Mage, keep using she/her pronouns for them, where in the anime they used he/him. I assume one of these is just, like, wrong - some translation choice was made before truth was revealed later in the course of publication?

But it makes SENSE that the characters wouldn't necessarily know, at this point! The Mage's appearance is pretty gender-neutral, especially as an elf, an notably gender-ambiguous race. So the characters in the manga picked one guess and stuck with it, and the characters is the very slightly alternate timeline of the anime picked another and stuck with that!

Now: having used they/them throughout this musing and previously he/him because a) the show and b) that's what I saw in fandom, I think I'll switch to referring to the Mage with she/her pronouns now. Because A) that's how the thing I'm reading apparently will be doing it, and B) they still call her "Lord of the Dungeon", which is obviously the greatest gender option of all.

...however, the manga does keep saying "lunatic magician" rather than "Mad Mage" (caps mine), which is a TOTAL failing in drama. Always alliterate, preferably archaically.

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Orc woman: Ugh, this halffoot sucks. I'll tolerate his company only as a favor to the vegetable guy.

Orc woman after listening to Chilchuck complain about his coworkers for an hour: Nvm, this halffoot is a worthy and loyal friend of the vegetable seller, and I guess those other guys too. He's just emotionally constipated about it.

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Laios just has these soft little fond smiles sometimes and I? want to hug him?

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MY MAN IS BACK!! Kabru wink count: 1 this chapter, 4 total [updated as I read]

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Corpse Retriever: If you don't report us for trying to get you guys killed so we could collect a retrieval fee, we'll let you kill those two of our guys who are already unconscious and collect that fee yourselves. We'll just take 30% of it, for not telling on you.

Kabru, internally: Hm. Well, I'm not king of this dungeon yet, but nonetheless I feel comfortable passing and executing a just judgement upon you for your many known, presumed and planned crimes. Emphasis on 'executing.'

Kabru aloud: I accept!

Kabru: [starts killing them with a classic faint, wide-eyed smile]

What a guy. He's even holding that knife so well. Look, next he's analyzing social trends and acting ruthlessly to adjust them toward the direction of the greater good!

What a guy. Truly this is a "so my type that it's embarrassing" situation.

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I can't efficiently crop panels to show all this, but favorite parallels in these chapters full of parallels:

Kabru's breakdown of the Touden party is like Laios eagerly explaining and analyzing the behavior and anatomy of monsters (including, though we don't know it yet, calculations for killing them - though we DO see him saying that humans are easy to kill because he knows all the physical weak points!)

The references throughout these two chapters, by Kabru and his party, to the interconnected socioeconomic dynamics of the island and dungeon - the corrupted system fails to check corpse retrievers, the Island Lord as an annoying but necessary bulwark against the Elves, the dungeon growing hungrier as fewer adventurers go down because there's less money and more risk - are so so so like Senshi and Laiois discussing the dungeon biome's ecosystem and food pyramid.

The whole vibe of the party re: their respective weirdo tallman leaders. We watched Team Laios develop this, recently crowned with Chilchuck's near-tearful argument to turn back for a rest, which means we can recognize it when we're dropped into it with Team Kabru: that "this guy is SUCH a goddamn weirdo, but I already followed him into some level of hell, so I'm obviously not turning back now." Kabru's party does think he's weird - "You remember so much about other people that it's creepy." "Why are you enjoying this?" But they're also pitching in on the speculation like Team Touden all hel cook monsters. Compare:

Also!! Something something predisposed beliefs and presumptions of others... This party is so eager to assume the worst of our party, even though our party objectively saved them from perma-death twice, once from ghosts and once from being eaten by fishmen. Chichuck is greedy and bossy, Senshi smells so...notably...that he's judged to be sketchy af... Kabru is trying his best with what info he has, he knows it's not enough to pass a judgement and he wants more, but it's very...uncomfortable? To see this sort of discussion of people we know are great, when we're so used to watching monsters be killed with exquisite understanding and respect.

...I'll chew on that angle of theme more later. Man, you know how, say, what makes the musical Hamilton so good is at its heart it's just like 5-10 leitmotifs that interweave to create every single song? Dungeon Meshi is like that. Hmm a Dungeon Meshical...

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"Yeah, yeah, we've all heard your weekly lecture about how someone responsible and sociopolitically conscious needs to take the dungeon and the throne or everyone in this region is doomed. None of us can wait to see you flip off the Island Lord to his face. Eat your rations, buddy."

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JUST THE CUTEST, INNOCENTEST, POLITEST, HELPFULEST (WITH NO ULTERIOR MOTIVATIONS WHATSOEVER) YOUNG MAN!! LOOK AT HIS BIG BLUE EYES AND EAGER LITTLE SMILE!

[3 seconds earlier:

I'm obsessed. In the spirit of this comic: I want to eat him with a spoon. I want to take small divots out of him and lick each one carefully off the spoon, luxuriously exploring and enjoying the complex texture and flavor. Like he's a really good pudding. And then I want to see if, if he and Laios kiss, do they both explode in antimatter.

[wheels-of-despair]

Live A Little | A Worth It AU | Ralph Penbury x You | Masterlist

In This Edition: You and Ralph venture out of your cabin! Words: 1.3k

You wake to the sound of angry whispers.

"It's not proper!"

"Those kids have been through Hell together!"

"They're not married!"

Ralph's eyes open. You hold your breath and listen closely, watching each other beneath the covers and not daring to move a muscle.

"And?"

"And it's despicable! Having to share a room with… with…"

"With my niece, and the boy who saved her life?"

"I thought you said his sister was on board! Send him there, or back to the lounge!"

"My girl wouldn't leave that boy to get on a boat and save her own life, and you think she's going to let him go because you said so?"

A proud smile spreads across your face. You knew Aunt Molly would always be on your side.

"Ugh!" The other woman groans in frustration, and you hear the door open.

"If you think for one minute that I'm--" Molly shuts the door, and your eavesdropping is abruptly cut off.

"She's got it wrong," Ralph whispers. "You're the one who saved me."

"Aunt Molly is never wrong," you smile.

"Then perhaps we'll have to agree to disagree."

"That won't do," you argue, reaching out to cup the side of his face. "Because we saved each other."

You're already close, but you both move your faces forward just a tiny bit for a kiss.

The door closes again.

"Food's here, kids! I let you sleep through dinner last night, but I draw the line at missing breakfast."

Aunt Molly sits on her bed and tells you about how the other survivors are being treated by the generous crew and passengers of the Carpathia while you eat, but you find it hard to concentrate. You do notice that she makes no mention of the argument with her roommate… whose few possessions have disappeared.

Molly leaves again when you've finished eating, and you and Ralph return to bed. You've never been so exhausted in your life. You're grateful for your tiny bed, and the boy you're sharing it with.

There are no windows in your cabin. The only marker of time is whispered words on well-timed bouts of consciousness with Ralph. You remember getting up to eat once more, and to visit the lavatory. You have a vague memory of Molly suggesting that you switch beds, now that Hettie had found other accommodations, and guiding you and Ralph to the slightly larger mattress.

You'd continue to sleep inches apart anyhow.

"Should we go find Victoria?" you ask, during one of those rare occasions you're both awake at the same time.

"No," Ralph sighs. "I don't want to see her."

"I don't want to see anyone but you," you breathe.

"Likewise," he says.

And then you both drift off again.

"I can't stop dreaming about it," Ralph admits another time.

You know exactly what he's talking about. It haunts you too.

"What would you like to dream about?" you ask.

"You," he answers.

"Perhaps if we concentrate on happier things, we'll dream about them?"

"It's worth a try," Ralph sighs. "I want to see snow. Real snow, not just a flurry. I want to be in a warm house, with you, looking out the window at the falling snow. At Christmastime."

"That sounds wonderful," you smile, closing your eyes and trying to picture it. "I'll make us hot cocoa... we can bake cookies… maybe it'll be so hot, we'll have to take our clothes off…"

"Mm…" Ralph hums.

You both drift off again, hoping to experience the romantic scene you've set instead of the horrifying vision of the sea swallowing an unsinkable ship.

It's not until after dinner, delivered by Molly, that you feel truly awake again. Your aches have subsided. Your brain isn't foggy anymore. Your body still wants to remain in bed, however, so you lie there on your back next to Ralph, looking at the ceiling.

"I think I'll enjoy being on solid ground again," you muse.

Ralph doesn't respond. You turn your head to see a worried expression on his face.

"Ralph? Are you alright?"

"Do you still want to marry me?

His question makes your heart stop. Is he having second thoughts? You turn your gaze back to the ceiling, rather than stare at him in fear.

"Of course I do, Ralph. Do you still want to marry me?"

"Absolutely, but… do you think your parents will allow it?"

"I'd like to see them try and stop us," you respond without even having to think about it.

Ralph looks taken aback by your comment.

"I love you, Ralph Penbury," you smile, squeezing his hand and gazing at him in adoration. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Whether it's an hour or a lifetime, I want it to be with you. And I don't give a damn what anyone else has to say about it."

Ralph's eyes begin to water. He leans over for a kiss. It starts sweet, but soon turns desperate. Passionate. Something you haven't felt up to in days.

"I'm so happy I met you," he breathes.

"So am I," you smile, cupping his jaw and staring into his beautiful eyes. You can't imagine spending another day without him.

"Let's do it," you suggest.

"Do what?"

"Let's get married."

"Have we not just established we're going to?" he asks.

"Now."

"Now?"

"Let's get married now," you clarify. "They can't object if it's already done."

"Do you mean it?"

You nod.

"But… weddings take months to plan."

"Do you want to wait months, Ralph?"

His brow furrows, and you can see him weighing his options.

"You'd be willing to forego the dress, and the flowers, and the church? Your family being present? All those traditions? For me?"

"I don't need any of that, Ralph," you smile. "All I need is you."

"Are you sure?"

"Ralph, please don't think that I'm trying to pressure you into this. We don't have to do this if you don't want to. We're both tired and hazy still. If you want to--"

"No," he interrupts. "Are you sure you want me?"

The unsure look on his face pains you. How can he not see that he's your entire world? You lean forward for a deep kiss.

"Now who's mad?" you ask, pulling back with a smile. You cradle his face in your hands. "Of course I want you, Ralph. You're the only one I've ever wanted. And I'll still want you tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that. We don't have to do this now, if you're not ready. I'll wait forever for you."

Ralph stares at you for a moment, then laughs.

"I love you," he says, leaning over to pepper your face with kisses.

"I love you too, Ralph," you giggle, lying helplessly under his attack.

"Well, my love, shall we find ourselves a minister?" he asks when he finishes.

You grin and roll out of bed. You visit the lavatories and fix yourselves up the best you can, and set off in search of a holy man. A steward directs you to the person you're looking for.

You had no idea a wedding could happen so quickly. All the ones you'd attended back home had taken months to plan, like Ralph said. Hundreds of guests, many of whom the bride and groom probably didn't even like. Thousands spent on venues and decorations and dinner for hundreds. So much commotion, the people it was for barely had time to speak to each other.

And then there was this. A quiet ceremony in a dark corner of a ship's library, days after an event that would surely be one for the history books. In the clothes you'd been wearing for days. No fanfare at all; just you, the man you love, and the man reading scripture who would happily sign the necessary papers for a young couple who chose love in the face of tragedy.

It was perfect.

[bangtanhoneys]

BTS & Grace: Cuddles

Seokjin

It had been a very long day. Dance practice, interviews, meetings for comebacks, endless of hours in front of mirrors for hair and make-up. It didn’t help that it was near monsoon season and it was pouring with rain, leaving it cold and damp and everyone was feeling generally miserable. They had made it home around 9pm, having stopped off somewhere to eat and dragged their tired bodies home. 

The moment the front door closed behind Seokjin, everyone had disappeared into their respective rooms or bathrooms. Not that he blamed them, he very much wanted a hot shower and his pyjamas and maybe an hour or two on the switch before he went to sleep. 

However, there were things that needed to be done before that. Dishes from the past two days were covering the kitchen counters and washing needed to be put in the washer and then dryer and he also needed to double-check the groceries because he was sure they were running out.

With all this running through his mind, it surprised him to find Grace already dealing with the mountain of dishes. “I’m happy doing this if you want to do the washing and then I can have a look at our groceries.”

It was almost as if she read his mind. 

With a grin and a nod, Seokjin grabbed all the laundry he could find and shoved it into the washer, putting it on. And with a shower free, he jumped in and got changed into his pyjamas. By the time he was finished with all that, Grace had already cleaned the kitchen, made a shopping list and got into her own pyjamas and was in front of the TV in the living room. 

“At least we have tomorrow off,” Seokjin groaned as he sat down next to her on the couch, pulling the blanket over the two of them as Grace settled into his side with her cheek on his chest. 

“And we start all over again,” she mused, finding some random TV program to put on for the two of them while Seokjin wrapped his arms around her, pulling the blanket closer. 

“Tomorrow’s a new day and we start all over again.”

Yoongi

They were called two cats in a pod for a reason and it wasn’t just that they had similar personalities or characteristics, it was in the way they were patient but impatient at the same time. They didn’t mind the waiting but they hated waiting for the wrong reasons. Another KPop group goes on before them because of someone's error, they're pissed because it means more waiting. Of course, it’s never said but you can see it bubbling. 

Today was one of those days. 

Rehearsals had been delayed because of some error or because of someone not doing their job properly. The others utilised their time with their phones or with the staff, doing some interviews here and there or even sleeping. 

For Yoongi and Grace, they were wide awake with very little to do. They played a game on their phones which they had connected together but they soon got bored of that. Even trying to read one of Namjoon’s books had done nothing but make them more bored. 

Grace sighed, adjusting in her chair to cross one leg over the other so she could reach down and rub at her ankles. It was new heel day and these were a killer. However, she assumed (wrongly) that she could wear the heels, die then the day would be over. Not wear the heels, die all day because the dance wouldn’t be happening for another few hours and then crawl to the van. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Yoongi watched Grace with her heels. He wasn’t one for physical affection, even with his sister but he wasn’t exactly going to let her suffer either. Without saying a word, he reached down and pulled her feet up so they draped across his lap. He didn’t say much further as he pulled the high heels off so he lightly massaged away the pain.

“Thank you,” Grace sighed as she leaned forward to press her forehead against his shoulder. He still said nothing but smiled to himself, digging his thumb further into her heel to relieve the pressure. 

Hoseok

Hobi adjusted his phone in his hand, holding it so it was easier on his fingers while the video played. They were at a photoshoot and he was waiting on his turn, having placed fourth in line to go with Grace to follow him. There wasn’t much to do but catch up on his kdramas and his emails while he waited to be called for wardrobe and hair/makeup. 

A light weight to his chest startled him and he almost dropped his phone until he realised who it was. 

“Bored, noona?” Hobi asked, pushing a pillow behind him so there was something supporting his neck and back. 

“Hmm, I got here first but placed fifth. Might as well hang out with you till you're called,” Grace shifted so her head was resting on his chest, her face turned upwards towards the phone where the episode was playing.

“Have you seen this? Do you want me to start again?” he asked, reaching down to run his fingers through her hair.

“No you can keep going, I don’t want to interrupt where you’re up to,” she adjusted slightly but stayed still, letting Hobi play with her hair while the drama played. 

Hobi grinned and turned up the volume a bit, settling in to watch his episode and keep his noona company. He didn’t know how long time had passed but they got five episodes in before he was called so he handed his phone to Grace with the promise that they could continue watching the season but allowing her to catch up on what she had missed so far. 

Namjoon

It was hard being the leader of the group, it was even harder being the mother of the group. She counted every single head as they went out the door, made sure everyone had their phones, passports, ID, games, snacks, etc. and that they had their shoes on. She was the first one there when the first signs of an illness arrived, she was the first one there when someone was sad and she was the first one there if anyone had a solo project. 

Namjoon was the bridge between the band and the company, the one who took the lead in interviews, made sure everyone’s schedules were on track and he was keeping up to date with what everyone was doing. While Seokjin & Yoongi took the title of ‘father’ in the dorms, Namjoon was the ‘father’ in public. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Grace hide a yawn behind her hand and then wince. She had woken up with a sore throat that was leaving her with little to no voice, she was running a bit of a fever and there was a constant supply of tissues nearby. It was rare for Grace to get ill but when she did, she got it bad. 

They were at another award show but thankfully no performance so all they had to do was sit there and smile and collect their awards if they were awarded any. 

Namjoon could see Grace shiver slightly and it wasn’t because of the room. She already had a blanket draped over her legs and as much as she wanted to drape it around her shoulders, she couldn’t at an award ceremony. Without thinking about it, Namjoon shrugged off his blazer and slid it onto her shoulders, tucking the blanket tighter around her legs. 

“Hopefully we won’t be long Gigi,” he muttered as he scooted closer, trying to give her as much warmth as possible. Hobi, who sat next to Grace, saw what was going on and scooted closer as well. 

When there was an advert break, Namjoon felt the weight of Grace’s head on his shoulder and he couldn’t help but grin. It was rare for his noona to show any public affection to her brothers and especially to Namjoon, so the fact she was doing this now he knew she wasn’t well at all. 

Taking her smaller hand in his larger one, he gave it a soft squeeze and tried to rub some warmth into it. When they got home, they would make sure she was given enough medication before bed. 

Jimin

He loved cuddles. He was known as the cuddle monster in the group and it didn’t matter who it was, they were getting cuddled. 

And he had found the perfect partner today. 

They were at another video shoot and while everyone was messing around, giving interviews, playing games and just generally keeping themselves busy, Grace was sat on the sofa with a book in her hand and a cup of tea given by the staff. It was a rare day where she wasn’t getting bugged by someone or had a maknae in her face, demanding attention. She could just sit here and read her book. 

Of course, some plans never go the way they want. 

She glanced down when she felt a weight on her lap and she grinned, seeing Jimin smiling like an angel up at her. “I knew the silence would be too good to last. You’re not messing around with Taehyung and Jungkook?”

“I wanted to spend time with my noona,” he pouted and wiggled so his head was in her lap, turning so his back was against the couch and he could look out at the rest of the group. She said nothing as she put her mug on the nearest table and used her free hand to run through Jimin’s dyed locks. 

After awhile, she changed hands so she ran a hand up and down his chest, keeping the book out of the way and without at any risk of dropping it. He didn’t fall asleep, he was just content to stay in her arms and watch the rest of his brothers cause mischief, watching as Namjoon was scolded once again for breaking something. 

“Can you read to me noona?” he asked after awhile, turning so he looked up at Grace.

“It’s in English but sure,” she shrugged and turned the page after she finished reading the last paragraph and started anew, reading out loud for Jimin who slowly started to close his eyes. 

Taehyung

Taehyung stretched out and wiggled his feet against the carpet, listening to the chaos that was BTS as they moved around the main house that would be their home during In The Soop. His eyes darted over the games, toys, and things they could build as he heard someone play a couple of the keys on the keyboard and then the sound of suitcase wheels. He had already picked his room and had unpacked, wanting to get started on relaxing. 

He didn’t jump when someone else joined him on the carpet, not stretched out but rather sat crosslegged as they poked through some of the games. “Oooh, an English version of Monopoly,” the voice said and Taehyung glanced up to see his noona in her summer shorts and a tank top, her long hair pulled up in a ponytail. “Pity there’s no adult version of cards against humanity.”

Without saying a word, he rolled until his head was on Grace’s thighs.

“Hi,” she chuckled as she looked down. “You look like a bear like that with all this hair,” she added as she gently tugged at the natural waves. 

Taehyung hummed in agreement and continued to watch her as she combed out his hair with her fingers, frowning when she came across a knot and undid it with some gentle tugs. “What are we having for dinner?” Hobi asked as he came back with Jimin and Namjoon, all of them spreading across the floor or the seating. 

“I don’t know what groceries they’ve given us and I don’t know if Jin has anything planned, but I fancy chicken in this weather. Maybe we can get the barbecue on the go and do that instead,” Grace shrugged as her fingers braided Taehyung’s hair without much thought.

“You look like a baby down there,” Jimin laughed as he pulled out his phone to take a picture that would be later sent to the group chat.

“I am today,” Tae said as he shifted without much warning, leaning his back against his noona’s chest which forced her to wrap her arms around his waist to support his weight. 

“Ah is this all I’m going to get while we’re here? Looking after babies and cooking,” she asked, as her body went into automatic rocking mode which Hobi and Jimin started to film. “Listen, stop filming me and get the boys to start bringing the groceries in. Divide what they can and we can store some of it down here or in the campervan.”

Jungkook

He was a crier. It was a known fact.

You couldn’t say to Jungkook ‘Are you crying?’ because it would just start him off and he would just cry over nothing. A little mistake was a huge one for him and he was always in fear of disappointing everyone including ARMY, no matter who told him differently. 

He was sensitive and he couldn’t help it.

Which is how he found himself in Grace’s arms when it was revealed one of their managers was hitting him. It was embarrassing, mentally and physically, and upsetting because he thought he had been doing a good job, and that all was going well. But he was only young, away from his home and away from his mother. 

The moment Grace had stepped through the door, he had flown into her arms. They all knew what was going on and he didn’t see Namjoon, Seokjin and Yoongi step in front of the pair or that Hobi was rubbing his back, Tae and Jimin whispering to him. He just wanted his mother, so Grace was the nearest person. 

“It’s alright Jungkook, don’t worry,” she whispered as she held him close and ran her fingers through his hair. “Noona is here. You’re safe. He won’t hit you again.”

She had to support his weight and drag him out of the practice room, down towards what was their studio and pulled him with her to the couch. 

“Hobi, make sure they don’t kill him. Tae, can you go and get Jungkook some water and maybe a snack? And Jimin, can you go and get Jungkook’s things and maybe inform Sejin-oppa of what’s gone on?” she asked the three young men, still holding Jungkook close. 

They were finally left alone and all she could was hold him close, and whisper nonsense in his ear until he calmed down. When he finally settled and stopped, she realised he had fallen asleep so she adjusted him in her arms so his head was underneath her chin. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you. No one will hurt you again.”

[not-terezi-pyrope]

Trans musings: I sometimes pass, but maybe only to the French?

I'm currently riding the train back to the UK after spending the weekend in Paris, and while I've been here, particularly this last day, I seem to have reached a startling threshold re: passing as a girl.

For the record, I still dress pretty androgynously in public and my experience throughout most of the time I've been on hormones, even as my appearance has started to gradually change, it's that I'm read as male by default. I default to male bathrooms still for safety reasons, unless I'm with other trans women, am in an explicitly queer space, or am dressing very femme.

The first hint of something odd going on was last week when a family member told me I was looking unusually pretty, and asked if I was wearing makeup - I was not. I left for my trip, and was pleased to be told during one outing in Paris that a homeless man had apparently gendered me correctly, but wrote it off as one of those sporadic anomalies.

Today though, I have been gendered correctly multiple times by strangers, when holding open a door, while going through customs, and, most significantly/alarmingly, given my anxiety, while trying to use male restrooms.

The first time, a French security guard addressed me as madame and tried to stop me from entering. Stuck for what to do, I kinda locked eyes with him and said, "um, decide!", relying on my voice to convey that I was amab, which it apparently did. The second time, I tried to take preemptive action by deeply humming under my breath as I entered another public bathroom, but a stranger still stopped me and said something inducing the word "hombres", which I could not understand and awkwardly disengaged from my locking myself in a cubicle.

The ridiculousness of these aside, I'm wondering if I'm maybe reaching some sort of male fail threshold. Some people have suggested it might be time I make the switch to using the female restroom by default, which would be exciting. I certainly don't want to face the anxiety of being stopped in public bathrooms from now on. However, there are some factors that have me cautious about assuming I'll be read as more femme;

Casually polling other trans international travellers, it sounds like trans women are more easily read as women in France or Germany than in the UK or US, I guess due to cultural differences with presentation, etc. As I've only noticed this in France (the family member comment being the exception?), that may be the predominant factor over my appearance, and I don't want to cause scandals back in the UK by assuming I'll be ambiguous enough to not have security called on me in the women's WC.

As I don't speak French, I was not talking much during these instances, until I did so deliberately, and as shown my voice will immediately out me. Although I don't generally speak a lot while using public restrooms, if I'm with a friend I might, so I have to keep that in mind.

I'm wearing a pinkish shirt today, and that with my somewhat visible breast bump may be pushing me over the edge. This might not apply in other clothes. However, some of the male fails were with my coat done up, so who knows?

Regardless, I'm going to have to take note of this going forward, and see how more people react. I have friends who say that they are reading me as feminine first in various photos, which is encouraging, but I find that trans supportive people tend to have more leeway on that, even if they're not themselves aware of it. I will also need to start more seriously looking into voice training, because if I am nearing an edge, I can maybe push myself more fully over it with more explicit presentation and a better matching voice - exciting! I just hope that in the interim I don't have to deal with too many unpleasant interactions like bathroom ones today while I find my feet.

(Demonstrationary photo from today beneath the cut)

[shmowder]

I have no intention of stealing the show from squirrel anon (if you're reading this, I'm always happy for your ideas about Yulia, luv u <3), but since today we have a fair of unprecedented generosity I want to add something from myself. I have a weak spot in the form of using foreign words in speech and accents. Which characters could use this as a seduction tactic? I'm not hinting at anything, but Andrey could very well purr in Italian I assume.

🧡 anon

That invitation to share ideas was meant for everyone, not just squirrel anon, dw you're more than welcome here!

Andrey, the self-proclaimed renaissance man, will purr in any language in takes for you to part your legs and make space for himself in-between.

He'd recite French poetry in your ear before switching to Italian and whispering absolute filth about how he plans to take you like no man before him ever did, like no man before him ever will.

He will ruin you for every else, you will never be satisfied with another lover after laying with him, mark his words.

It's easy to forget how smart he is, quick to learn and adapt to new language. That man will spend one night with you, hear you slip up and say a word in a different language–maybe your mother tongue—and spend the rest of the week studying it in his free time. Picking up just enough words and general understanding to confidentiality talk dirty to you with it in bed.

He can be a romantic as much as he can be crude. Calling you his muse, his eurydice or even his slut.

Andrey is not afraid of deliberately targeting your kinks. Noticing the way your breath slows down when his voice gets lower.

The way he enraptures you whole by purring a different language against your neck, reciting foreign poems while leaving hickeys down your collarbone, sucking against your senses skin. As seductive as the devil in all of his earned confidence and seamless charm.

-

Aglaya is another character that comes to mind. Inquisitors need to be resourceful and knowledgeable, picking up a foreign language or five must have been mandatory in her training. They're problem solvers, they must be ready to sent wherever they are needed.

She was simply sharing one of her favourite poems with you, a fitting one for the current trial she's facing. It was in a foreign tongue, yet she smoothly recited it, a crisp pronunciation on the first try.

The effect it had on you, however subtle, doesn't pass her by. In a split second she puts two and two together, while 99.9% assured in her conclusion, she still tries to test her theory.

Taking one, two, three steps forward, invading your personal space just enough, tiptoeing the line of intimacy. She asks if you'd like to hear another piece from the same poet, your eager nod confirms her suspicions.

Aglaya adds that the content of this poem is rather sexual, it wouldn't be appropriate for her to speak it out loud in a cathedral now, would it?

So why don't you get closer, allow her to whisper it in your ear. Feel her lips brush against your earlobe, her warm breath tickling your neck for a second, her arm securely wrapped around your waist, keeping you in place by her side.

You're breathless after this one simple act. It's fascinating to her how intense your reaction is to mere foreign words.

The price of the next poem is a kiss. Let her cup your face and indulge in the taste of your lips for her heart's content, pour all of her usually stifled emotions into it.

For the one after that, she asks to feel your heartbeat, to lay her hand against your chest, directly atop your ribcage, and listen to the fragle organ pumping blood. You feel her hands roaming up and down your body.

It gets her off, don't worry about it.

Now how about the two of you move this to her private residence?

[bardic-inspo]

Writer Interview

Playing some catch up on tags. Tagged by the wonderful @pursuitseternal, @marlowethebard, @nyx-knox, @honeybee-bard, @snowfolly,

and @paganwitchisis holy shit thank you all!!

Not sure who all in my circles has done this already, but gonna tag @wilteddreamsofbaldursgate, @astarionancuntnin, @pinkberrytea, @locallegume, @thedreamlessnights,

@ladymdc, and @carooosa if you see this and would like to do it! No worries if not!

When did you start writing?

Around 13/14 years old, doing warrior cats roleplay on proboards forums. Roleplay isn't really my speed anymore, but it eventually bridged me into more traditional narrative writing and then fanfic later. Fallout 4 was the first fandom I really wrote fanfic for.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I really love intricate long-running plots with slow-burn pay off, and used to write more in that vein, but got pretty burnt out on it. It felt like it would take so long to get to those big moments I pictured the whole time, by the time I arrived to them, they felt played out in my head. Trying to strike a happy medium now by writing (relatively) shorter and more focused fic/storylines that still pack a punch, but maybe have fewer branches.

Otherwise my genre/theme preferences are generally the same with writing vs. reading and are pretty broad.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

Not a writer, but I've been told at various times there is a poetical element in a lot of my writing, even in just the sentence structure or how I tend to pace my prose. That makes a lot of sense to me, since I wrote a lot of poetry before getting into writing a lot of prose.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

I used too many tricks on my brain to jump start creativity (yummy beverage, cozy blanket, favorite candle when writing) and now my brain often demands all of these things be in place to do any writing 😬I can sometimes get away without all of them. Usually, I'm writing in my office, which is a pretty blue color with some gold picture frames and often a soothing space. But, I do work from home in there at times, too, and on workdays I can't make myself do creative things in the same spot I sat in working all day. Then, I'll be at my dining table or sitting on my couch, usually with headphones because I have a hard time concentrating with other noise around me.

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Self care. I mean, making sure I've got sleep/food/hygiene etc. squared away where they should be, even if it means taking a break from the page. Most of the time when I'm trying hard to write and it's just not jiving, it's because I've neglected one of those things, and the words always come easier once I've addressed them.

Playing the game again. Listening to character music. Chatting with friends who love the character, too.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

Yes! A lot of them became apparent to me only after switching fandoms and realizing I was writing about a lot of similar themes. Grief is a big one. Characters who've experienced both a lack of love and a loss of it. Characters who fall in love again or in spite of that loss. The main ships I've written for all feature characters who either loved someone else first or, in Astarion's case, have gone through the forced motions of romance.

Battle couples is another big one. Bisexual battle couples. 🥰

What is your reason for writing?

It's always felt like something I needed to do to feel whole. Not necessarily the sharing the writing or posting it part, or getting a reaction about it, but doing it at all, even just a little. Even if it's just for me. I feel more me when writing is at least a small part of my life. More free. It's my creative outlet.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

I adore any comment. I'm borrowing this from someone else's interview post, but I too am a slut for praise. In all honesty though, just knowing I'm not writing into some void or vacuum can be so powerful. Even just a heart emoji comment makes my spirits soar.

The ones that go full red string and corkboard about the plot or characters, or quote what parts stick out to them always stick with me. It lets me know I'm hitting the mark with what I'm trying to convey.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

I want them to know I'm still good for it even if it takes me a long time.💜That's the biggest thing to me right now. I'm not able to pour it out so quickly as others can. But I hope they know it'll be a good time when I do eventually post.

And also that I'm just some lady. I'm just another human bean. Wanting to share and enjoy stories with other human beans, and connect with a sense of community through those stories.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Visceral/punchy action scenes, vivid descriptions, setting tone, and portraying character personalities.

How do you feel about your own writing?

My feelings about it change with the tides. Right now, I'm a bit glum, and I think that's because I haven't had much to share or post lately, even though I've been doing lots of writing that isn't ready to be shared yet. On the other hand, I'm having the most fun with it that I've had in a very long time, and that element feels great.

I'm grateful for what I've done, incredibly blessed to have made friends and found community through writing, and ever-striving to find the happy medium of productivity and creativity.

When you write, are you influenced by what others enjoy might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

It's mostly what I'd like hehe. And I'm happy about that. I am often inspired to try things based on what I see in fandom, but if I don't enjoy it, too, I won't pursue it further.

[ghostsandmirrors]

Questions for the mun - all Basics please? Don't hate me lol

Questions for the mun.

pfft, I could never. I am going to miss one question because someone else sent it, too.

(under read more because that's 12 questions)

When did you first start writing? 2008. I was on Mibba (writing site) and someone's journal post was an advert for a Proboards Potter forum.

In what language did you start writing? English. It was only like 2019 that I started trying to learn another language och jag är så dålig på talar svenska x.x (and I'm so bad at talking Swedish)

If your mother tongue is not the language you write now, what caused you to switch languages? N/A - one day I'll get good enough at Swedish to RP in it but that ain't today.

What was the first muse that you’ve written? Her name was Judy Lewis on that Proboards site in 2008. I also wrote her twin brother (Jesse Lewis). She was a Slytherin half-blood, he was a Hufflepuff half-blood.

I once answered an ask about her on the Bringer's blog so here's the link.

Do you still write your first muse? Nope. I consider remaking her sometimes--especially when memes ask about first muses--but I think she belongs in 2008 and in the fanfic I was writing at the time.

What is the muse that you write for the longest? This is answered here. The answer is Bam (first made 2009 on a Potter site I made); 2009 Gerard Way had that vibe and then they dyed their hair red and Danger Days came out and I was like 👀👀👀

Also because of Bam, and me being so specific when it came to making graphics (avatars and signatures), I can tell you which year a Gerard Way picture came from between the years of 2003 and 2013 based entirely on their hair.

I used to think I was neurotypical btw. Teenage me making a Notepad document of Gerard Way GIFs organised by hair style and year ('long black, 2005') like, 'yeah, this is a normal level of interest in a subject.' It is not, but it is a fun fact I get to whip out now.

In what style did you start to write (First person, third person, *-style or novel-style?) I have always written in third person, past tense, I guess novel-style? Used to do a lot of one-liners but--and I actually mentioned this to someone the other day--I ended up on a lot of sites with minimum word counts (usually only like 100 words, which sounds like a lot but is surprisingly small).

My longest post pre-Tumblr was like 2k words because me and a thread partner were just seeing how long we could make our posts in that specific thread. We also tried to go back to one-liners only for a thread (for fun) and we were struggling.

What caused you to start writing? What was your key point? General writing was probably this one book series about a man who lived with a family that made clay dragon statues and the dragon statues came to life. I looked it up; The Last Dragon Chronicles. I did not read all of them.

RP specifically was the site advert coming when I had like just started writing a Potter fanfic of Goblet of Fire from the point of view of Random OC (Judy Lewis, who was a Gryffindor in the fic).

Do you regret starting writing? No. It taught me how to spell, for starters. I was dogshit at spelling and grammar back in the day and I've gotten so much better just through practice and actually learning what things are used for. Also like... you get the best reactions. Even if I ever managed to quit RP--which I don't think I will--I would never be able to fully stop writing because of those reactions. One way or another, I will inflict fictional suffering on people.

As a kid, I wanted to be an author. Making characters and worlds is way too fun.

Is there anything you would have changed when you started writing now that you have more experience? RP specific; no. Writing in general; I'd have started writing proper English from the beginning and not spent years deciding that full stops are only used for the end of a paragraph, actually.

Also some of the older characters don't have their apps saved at all and I'm still mad about it. I struggled making Arnulf because his old app and all his old information is gone. I'm gonna die mad at past me about like 17 different things and it's fine because they deserve it.

How do you describe writing / rp to others? Generally I don't, but if I had to, I would describe it as 'y'know writing a story? It's like that but you only control one character.' It's not accurate--NPCs exist--but like it's the closest I can get considering I'm genuinely trash at describing anything lmao

On what platform did you start to write? Accidentally answered this in the first answer. Oops. Proboards. I actually refused to go to other forum sites for the longest time because I didn't understand the coding for posts. On Proboards it was like [b]bold[/b], on InvisionFree it was <b>bold</b>, I think Jcink was [b]bold[/b]?

I did eventually also go on InvisionFree (one site, a Buffy/The Vampire Diaries crossover site) and Jcink (multiple sites, mostly Marvel/DC crossover sites, a couple of panfandom sites, a town site?, and at least one Potter site). Jcink might be my favourite of the three.

There was also 'Boards' which was to Proboards what Jcink was to InvisionFree (Jcink sites have 'powered by InvisionFree' at the bottom, Boards sites had 'powered by Proboards').

[philiawrites143]

Henri and June Headcanons! (The Ssum)

A/N: Hi! Finally doing some Headcannons for the season 2 boys like I've been wanting to lol. I meant for these to be general relationship headcanons but they're more or less date headcanons with some extra in-person stuff thrown in lol. I genuinely love these characters so much even if their stories are being taken in questionable, at best, directions. So here's to some happy time with them!!!

~June~:

-Beach date obv! Especially one where you watch the sunset together, he immediately knew it would be the first date he would go on with you once the day cane you could meet in person. -Any kind of picnic! Bonus if its a picnic during the above date idea! -Since he spent so much of his life forced to stay away from the world, hes much bigger on going-out dates (But he still isnt the biggest fan of the crowds and prefers to avoid them as much as possible, same with Henri) -Mainly loves nature dates, but activity dates are awesome too! Like a carnival! (He may be way to scared for a rollercoaster though...but he could MAYBE be convinced lmao) -Obviously an art museum date would be amazing, but if you're like me and also like museum's with fossils and science exhibits that get you all excited June would OBVIOUSLY come with you and adore how excited you get, he may even get excited about something he didn't really think that much of just because the way you feel about it puts it into a different perspective for him <3 -A staying-in type of date my friend said they could he with him would be a cute little pajama date, MASSIVE sleepover vibes -All cuddled up watching movies or a show with some DELICIOUS snacks and food. -I could also see maybe a little tickle fight breaking out, fluffiest couple ever award goes to-! -Also another obvious hc but you are his muse so he would love to paint you :') -Even better if you like painting yourself! Then you can sit and pain together! Whether it be eachother or just what has you inspired that day. -He would probably cry if you painted him no matter what it looked like. He love art and the fact that you share in his hobby AND see him as YOUR muse?!? Cut the cameras he's ungly crying (but everything he does is pretty lmao)

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~Henri~:

-Arcade date! I know he had one with June but I 100% see him wanting to take you on one as well -If not arcade date then maybe playing videgames together in general, since we see him on a nintendo switch in offical art - If you're competing in game, HE IS SO TEASING YOU IF YOU LOSE, but in like the silly goofy way y'know? -I think if you guys played a co-op game, whether it be a co-op puzzle game or another different kind of game that has co-op (both you would have to intoduce to him bc of the kind of life we all know he had) I think he would be shockingly good at them after getting used to it, almost frustratingly so. Honestly, as a team you guys would be crazy good at whatever game it is, he might sabotage you on purpose every once in a while... but its all in good fun!! -(He thinks you're cute when you're mad, but only in low stakes/playful situations.) -He's really big on stay-in dates because they just make him feel more comfortable I think -While i see this kind of date working for both him and June (My bias towards this date idea is showing) I think a going out and not gaming related date he'd enjoy with you would be an aquarium! -In all honesty i think he would do almost any kind of date if it made you happy or excited, so if youre like me and get realy excited about aquariums, his heart will melt seeing you get all excited in the pretty aquatic lighting. -May try to say complete lies about whatever creatures you're looking at and pass them off as a fact, and then laugh and tease you if you fall for it -Less related to just dates and more so related to just finally being able to be together in person, but I feel like Henri is MUCH more of a physical touch kind of person than he ever thought he was. Being with you makes him realize just how touchstarved and hungry for affection he is T-T

(Hello! I've been reading on Tumblr forever but this is my first time trying to write something and post it 😂. I still have no clue what I'm doing with formatting or how to make my post look pretty, but I'm hoping I'll figure it out 💀. I hope you liked it!! Hopefully I can figure more stuff out and be able to post what all fandoms I'll write for, and take requests soon!)

[runefactorynonsense]

what changes would you like to see in a rf1 remake?

rf2?

Hello, hello!♡

I want to preface a question like this with how I view video game mechanics and criticism; I don't like talking about things I dislike. I don't like comparing things that aren't as good. I dislike being negative. So as I answer, I answer with musing thoughts and hope! These are positive remarks about things that could be so helpful!

This is a hard question because of just how old those games are. RF3 got off easy as it already had a significant number of "quality of life" changes that had carried into 4.... Though 2 does have the advantage of already having the request system and the start of interactions between villagers. As much as I love it, 1 is lacking and archaic. It still has a world, plot, tone and art syle charm that I adore, but. I have to be honest. Both games will basically need to be entirely redone, but I think if they do 2, they HAVE to do 1- 1 will have so many tie-ins to 4 that people will be curious. Or, so I hope.

Aside from things like the modern stacking, inventory organizing, etc;

2 -- More villagers referencing/interacting with one another, more emphasis on the rival relationships, more consequences from the earthquakes, and I hope they would leave the temple as difficult as it was.

Don't shorten it's time or change the rarity of items to get in there. Don't remove the 2 gen system. I would also love to see a scene where Kyle confronts Fiersome and maybe a battle the player is scripted to lose before the generation switch! Why do we only get to talk to Venti and Aquaticus? (I don't mind not knowing who Kyle is, despite being told he got his memories back, as I have loudly said my personal headcanons, but. That'd be a cool tidbit and I love lore!)

1 -- A request system, my gosh. I could see it playing into the LP of characters like Melody, Tabatha and Felicity, along with being something else to do in a day. As always, addition of villager interactions, who actually knows who?? We never see anyone together. More of a hint that Kardia is supposed to be this important trade crossroads? Some lore hints at this, while the game makes Kardia feel like a lost, isolated little place, a paradigm I struggle to get out of my head at times.

They should NOT shorten the game, keep its number of dungeons, keep Misty Bloom unable to be gotten to until the 1st winter. (Maybe after that, magic or a bridge could get there during a non-winter season. But. Keep that early limit.) More use of characters like Sharron and Ivan?? Please? Explain (at least to the viewer) who they are, what they know. And, for the love of every dragon, don't lighten the tone; that would mess up the story. I said very recently to people that 1 has a gravity to it that gets lost in later games-- the way it uses the Empire/Norad struggle, and makes the amnesia not just a convenient plot device but a defining moment for those involved... Don't take that away. Especially when the game can now hint to things to come in 4! (And yes, I want to talk to Terrable after we calm him down, too. Ivan can talk to him, why not Raguna?)

And. Postgame. Actual family interactions. Why have 2 candidates that the story must be finished to wed, with no other reward? And if they wish to be so clever, cement that Frontier is supposed to happen after this game with some cute hint or something.

And lasty- I still beg and plead for a world map.

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Winter Wolf: Part 15

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst

Word Count: 4,421

A/N: Finally got the muse to finish this story! YAY!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14

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“I want it to look like a plantation house.” You said as you stood in front of what was left of your house between a general contractor, and Bucky as you bounced Ana on your hip, while you looked at another contractor that dealt with historic homes, specifically, and Tony, who was paying for the reconstruction. It had taken him a month of cutting red tape, but on the afternoon of your one year anniversary, he handed you the updated deed and a photo of the new metal arch across your driveway with the real name of your plantation and the real year it was established displayed proudly beneath it.

“I want the same wide wrap around porch, and the balcony on the second floor with all glass French doors. I want the white columns, and my stone fireplace in the parlor, and wood floors throughout. Oh, and I want to see my willow through my bedroom windows. Everything else, you can ask Bucky for. But the kitchen has to be in the back, left corner, and it has to have six bedrooms. Four up, and two down- one on either side of the first floor. Classic.” You finished as you switched Ana on your hip and turned to let her play in the willow tree. “Oh, and bathrooms. Lots of bathrooms. And air conditioning. And a swing in that oak tree over there.”

“Did you want to knock down that old workers house still, doll?” Bucky asked as you put your daughter down, and held on to her hands so she could stretch her legs.

“Yep! Get rid of it.” You called out with a nod. “That’s what we’ll do, Anastasia. When Daddy’s done, we’ll walk back and go look at the little river where you can sit and play in the water. You’d like that, huh? Better than being raised in a tower.” You sighed and sat down in the short grass with a small smile. “We’ve really come full circle here, baby girl.” You said as you shifted her grip on your fingers. “I really hope your mom would like us moving you here. I think she would. You’re gunna have a huge yard to play in, and your own room. And we can start a garden again, and we can plant some more apple and peach trees in the back. And I think I remember how to fish, but maybe Daddy does so he can teach us both. And maybe we can get you a little pool to play in on hot days…” You paused for a moment as you looked over at the distant sound of tires turning into your driveway. “James…”

“Yea…”

“That’s a government car.” You called out as you picked up your daughter, and walked out from under the willow tree to look over at the drive. You stopped half way to the small group as not one, but three black SUV’s with tinted windows and a massive armored car pulled up to stop in the parking lot area. “Shit… take her.”

“Babe…” Bucky said as you took the last few steps over to him and practically shoved your daughter into his arms.

“Take her.” You said as you stepped back away from him as men started to pour out of the vehicles and head toward you quickly.

“Doctor (Y/N) (Y/M/N) Barnes, AKA (Y/N) Scott, née (Y/L/N)…”

“Ross!” Tony yelled as you mentally battled the decision to run for your life or accept your fate.

“You are under arrest for the murders of Howard and Maria Stark, John F. Kennedy, Jasper Sitwell…”

“No, no!” Bucky shouted as you were nearly tackled to the ground by four guys nearly twice your size that were trying to get you into cuffs and shackles as quickly as possible even though you were not resisting what so ever in front of your child.

“Ross, you are making a huge mistake.” Tony said as Ana started to scream for you as some of the men kept your husband and daughter back at gun point.

“Babe, don’t you fucking listen to her!” Bucky roared over everyone as he watched your whole being shift into something he barely recognized when he saw you register the face of the man that had a gun pointing at your innocent one year old. “Don’t give in to her! Stay with Anastasia and me! Stay with us!” You met his eyes for a moment with a look he had only seen in old HYDRA photographs as you were lifted off the ground and unceremoniously thrown into a cube shaped jail cell.

“You’re all gunna fucking pay for that.” You said evenly with an evil smirk as you let them chain you to the chair before they all stepped out of the truck and shut you in with a single pair of heavily armed guards. A dark laugh you normally hated to hear, but that you absolutely welcomed in that moment started to echo in your head as you looked directly at the man who had no idea what was coming to him. “You have no fucking idea how much you’re gunna pay for pointing a gun at my daughter.”

——

You were locked in a room, a half mile below ground at least, in a bulletproof glass and metal box similar to the one you were held in the last time the American government had captured you, and left completely alone in a small room with multiple armed guards keeping watch outside the only door. For an entire month, you were given barely a meal twice a day, and allowed to use the “restroom”, which was really just a bed pan shoved under your ass after two guards held your hips up and yanked your pants down for you, twice daily as well, but you were given no other privileges other than those. You didn’t get to shower or get clean clothes; it was “too risky” to uncuff more than the lower part of your right arm for you to eat and wipe yourself. 

But you couldn’t complain. You didn’t say a word or move a muscle unless you were told to, because every time you did, they shocked you. Everyday for that entire month, you lost just a little more hope that this would one day come to an end, and the Wolf developed her plan of escape just a little bit louder in your head for when the part of you that made you ‘you’ finally gave up. But on the very last day of the month, the entire wall in front of you lifted up and a large group of armed men filed in ten bodies wide, and at least six bodies deep.

“Let’s move her!” The man in charge called out, which made the guards split down the center so a fork lift could be brought in to pick up the cage. You wanted to ask where you were going so badly, but you didn’t dare say a word as you were carted out of the room, on to a massive platform, and brought out of the pit of your own personal hell.

‘You can break out now!’ The Wolf said as you were transported to an armored truck. ‘It’d be easy. You know I can do it. We can go far, far away from here where no one will ever find us again…’

‘I’m not leaving my family.’ You told her as you slowly and carefully closed your eyes and leaned your head back on your chair, despite every other ounce of your being being poised and ready to attack at a moments notice like it had been for weeks. ‘I won’t leave my daughter or my husband.’

‘Weak.’ You mentally agreed with her as the truck stopped, and the back doors were opened so that the cage could be removed. You opened your eyes again and looked up at an impressive federal courthouse in Washington DC. Your guard led you inside and through the halls, and some how, it took you until were just outside the court room to realize what was happening. (Which was probably from lack of sleep, but you weren’t quite sure of that or anything anymore.)

“Oh, my God!” Bucky and Wanda screamed simultaneously as the pair of them, the rest of the Avengers, and a man you assumed had to be your lawyer jumped to their feet the second you were carted into the room.

“What are you doing to her?!” Tony screeched as he looked over at General Ross, who was sitting front and center behind the prosecution with a smug yet straight look on his face.

“Have you even let her change her clothes or shower at all?!” Bucky chimed in as tears welled in his eyes as he searched the dead look in yours.

“Is this the reason you’ve refused to let me see my client?!” A man said as he turned toward the other side and pointed back at you.

“This is inhumane!”

“She’s a mutant.” The prosecutor said with a shake of his head. “And she’s dangerous…”

“Get my wife out of that box…!”

“Alright, order! Order!!” The judge said as she slammed her gavel down and looked over at you. “OK, everybody hold on!” She yelled over your lawyer, and your large family as they all screamed at the government officials responsible for your mistreatment. “Has this been her living conditions since she was arrested?” She asked as she looked over at you, and the Wolf responded before you could stop her.

“I haven’t even used a toothbrush…” You shrieked and seized when the box shocked you once again, and Wanda and Steve instantly leapt over the partition.

“Get her out of that box!” The judge and your lawyer roared as Wanda ripped the front and the side of the box away so Steve could get your restraints off. Everyone in a thirty foot radius recoiled from the smell as Bucky pushed past Steve to pick you up out of the chair as gently as he could.

“She needs a medic!” Steve yelled as your lawyer told the other that he would be filing law suits against every single person responsible for your mistreatment as the judge scrambled to get the jury out of the room.

“I got the jet on the roof ready…” Tony said as he came over with a shake of his head. “Jesus, I didn’t know it was possible for her to be so thin.”

“Court officers…”

“If you so much as think of taking her out of my fucking arms right now, you will see what the Avengers are capable of for one of our own.” Bucky said evenly as he looked up at the woman on the stand.

“Can you please bring in a monitoring bracelet for Dr. Barnes so she can be confined to Sibley Memorial…”

“Can you make that the Four Seasons here in DC?” Tony asked as he tapped the ear piece in his ear to hang up his phone call while Steve ripped your dirty jeans away from your ankle so the monitor could be attached. “My personal physician is already on the way.”

“Fine.” The judge said with a nod as she sat up in her spot. “Dr. Barnes, you are not, under any circumstances, allowed to leave your hotel room once it has been established unless it is to come to court, do you understand what I am saying?”

“Yes ma’am.” You nearly whispered as you looked up at her.

“OK then. We will reconvene in one week for trial.” The prosecutor and General Ross both shouted ‘what’ as Bucky hiked you up in his arms to carry you out, which made the judge whip toward them. “As for you? You should be ashamed of yourselves. Mutant or not, you just violated every single one of her civil liberties…”

“Bucky?” You breathed as you reached up with your metal hand and brushed your fingertips across the scruff on his cheek. “Anastasia?”

“She’s at the hotel with Pepper. We’re gunna go see her right now.”

“OK.” You said as you laid your head down on his shoulder where the Wolf finally let you fell asleep in the safety of his arms.

——

“Mama!” Ana screeched when you got out of the shower in your much nicer jail cell after your extensive check up with a doctor that worked for Stark Industries. You stumbled the slightest bit and looked over at your daughter, who toddled toward you all by herself on her impossibly more chunky legs. You stopped in the doorway and Bucky nearly ran over you from behind when you teared up and sat down on the carpet since you had missed her first steps.

“Oh, my baby girl!” You cried as tears filled your eyes when your little angel threw herself into your chest and hugged your throat tightly.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you two were showering.” Pepper said softly, but Bucky shook his head as he held his towel tightly around his waist and stepped past you.

“No, it’s OK.” He said with a glance back at the two halves of his heart. “We all just a little out of sorts right now.”

“I know what you mean.” Pepper said with a nod. “I’m gunna tell Tony to have Michael come and speak with her the day after tomorrow about the case. She needs you and Ana and she needs to eat something first.”

“And we all need some real rest.” He said as he turned a bit to watch you lay down right on the floor to play with the toys Bucky had brought with him to entertain Ana while he was in court. He could see the sheer exhaustion in your eyes as you watched Ana lay down just like you to put her hand on your cheek, and he startled the slightest when Pepper touched his shoulder.

“She’s gunna make it through this.” She said softly with a nod. “You both are. We’re all in this together, OK? And we will make it through this trial…”

“She won’t make it if she gets convicted…”

“She won’t.” Pepper reassured. “Especially after today. The jury saw her get shocked in that box, we can use that to our advantage…”

“Bucky?” You called out softly, which made him whip around toward you. You sighed heavily and looked up at him with a small shake of your head. “If I get convicted, I’m letting the Wolf out, and going to Wakanda. I won’t spend another minute of my life in a box like that again. Just get Anastasia there before I’m sentenced…”

“OK, we’ll worry about that later, doll.” He said as he walked away from Pepper and carefully laid down on Ana’s other side facing you. “Let’s just talk to the lawyer first. He has a pretty good plan for us. We’re all pretty confident anyways, OK?” You nodded your head against your arm and reached out to hold his hand as Pepper left your room for the night.

“I love you, Bucky. You and Ana are the only reasons I didn’t break out already.”

“Well you’re here now.” He said with a small smile. “I love you, (Y/N), and I will never stop doing so. No matter what happens.”

——

“Well you look much, much better than the last time I saw you, Dr. Barnes.” The judge, Stacy Benson said as she took a seat in her chair. “How are you feeling?” You glanced over at your lawyer, Michael Young, almost seeking permission to speak, before looking up at the judge with a small nod.

“Cleaner. But I’m a mother so I think I’ll forever be tired.”

“As the mother of three kids myself, I can tell you that never goes away.” She said with a small laugh as she organized the paperwork for your case. “Now, I assume you’ve had a chance to meet with your lawyer this past week?”

“Yes ma’am, I have. Thank you.”

“And you come to court today understanding all of the charges against you and are prepared for the trial against you to begin?”

“Yes ma’am, I am.” She looked up for the papers for a moment and nodded her head before glancing over at the bailiff.

“Let’s bring in the finalized jury.” You nodded your head, took a deep breath, and glanced back at Pepper, who was one of the only Avengers that wasn’t testifying which meant she was the only one allowed to hear the trial from beginning to end. She gave you a reassuring nod and reminded you to breathe and to sit up a bit more as the jury all took their seats. You turned back around and folded your hands in your lap the way your lawyer had told you so that your metal hand was ‘out of sight and out of mind’ until the ‘perfect moment’. You sat almost perfectly still and started singing the ‘Good Night Moon’ song on repeat in your head the way Bucky had suggested to try to drown out the Wolf as both lawyers started the trial with their opening arguments. 

The prosecution’s was almost stereotypical. Mr. Everett Ross kept his voice raised and his tone angry as he used big hand gestures to make his argument feel much larger than it was. But unfortunately, he was so convincing, hell, you yourself even believed for a moment that you- the normal, pre-brainwashing you was the one who committed the sixteen murders they had proof for out of the ninety-seven actual murders the Winter Wolf had done. When he was finished, even the Wolf sat back in your mind with an agitated huff.

‘Well we’re fucked.’

But then Mike stood up for his turn.

“Ladies and gentleman of the jury, this case is going to be one for the books. I have been practicing law for almost thirty years and I have never in my life seen one like this. Especially because what I am about to say is going to contradict itself completely. My client did commit these murders. She doesn’t deny it, there is plenty of evidence to support it, some of which, I’ll even be bringing up myself. But at the exact same time, my client is completely innocent. And I can prove it.

Over the next few days, you are going to hear plenty of eye witness testimony from witnesses that saw first hand what the Winter Wolf is capable of. You will see videos, and photographs the prosecution as procured to support the fact that the Wolf, which is what I will call the murderer from here on out, is the one that committed these crimes. But then it will be my turn to show you why Dr. Barnes, the woman sitting directly to my left here, is not the same person.

Please know in advance that the images, and testimony will be brutally graphic as we reveal the torture and agony Dr. Barnes went through at the hands of HYDRA from 1939 to 2014 when she was able to escape their control. And yes, my dates are correct because Dr. Barnes is a mutant, and one of her mutations is that she is not capable of dying. Which is also something else I will be able to prove as well. So while you sit here, and listen to the facts, I beg of you to keep an open mind through it all. Look at all of the facts and really see that the Winter Wolf and Dr. (Y/N) Barnes are two different entities in the same body. And prepare yourself now; like I said, this is not going to be pretty.” You looked up at him in awe as he nodded at the jury and came back around the table to sit down as Everett stood up and called his first witness. “Just remember what I said.” Mike said softly as he reached over and pat your back as an elderly man came in and sat down at the witness stand to be sworn in.

“Mr. Jones, how are you today?” Everett started with a smile.

“I’m fine, thank you.”

“Now Mr. Jones, can you tell me where you were on November 22nd, 1963?” Your mind instantly flashed to that day, and you knew exactly where this man was on that date.

“I was in Dallas, Texas at Dealey Plaza with my late wife to see President John F. Kennedy.”

“And where were you exactly, Mr. Jones?”

“We were sitting on the grassy knoll. I remember it like it was yesterday.”

“Now, refresh my memory.” Everett said almost sarcastically. “You were there, what happened, and what did you see?” You couldn’t stop your mind from following the man’s description as he led up to the moment the shots were fired, but from your point of view. You remembered getting off the way to advanced for its time jet, and heading through the packed streets to get to your mark. You remembered slipping into the shadows of a giant tree behind a picket fence and you could even feel the weight of your gun in your hand as you held it up and pulled the trigger. The faint hum of your daughter’s bed time song caught your attention though as it wasn’t part of the memory, and you shook your head and glanced behind you at Pepper, who simply smiled and nodded as she hummed a few more notes and stopped.

“So you saw the shooter?” Everett asked with a slight tilt of his head. “What can you tell me about her... or him.” He clarified, quickly before Mike could object.

“It was a woman.” Mr. Jones said with a small nod. “Caucasian, roughly five foot five like my wife, dark hair, wearing all black.”

“Anything else?” He asked as he oh so subtly adjusted his watch on his wrist, but Mike immediately jumped on it at the same moment you realized exactly why Tony and Bucky had insisted you wear the shirt you had on under your suit jacket.

“Objection! Leading!”

“Councilor, I will only warn you once.” Judge Benson said as she looked down at him as he raised his hands in innocence.

“Wasn’t leading...”

“She had a metal arm!” Mr. Jones said over him as if he had just remembered the award winning answer on a television game show.

“Your Honor, can you ask council to instruct his client to remove her jacket and roll up her sleeves.”

“Against my better judgement...” She started, but you had already stood up to take off your jacket anyways. The black metal stood out spectacularly against the light pink, sleeveless, backless, collared halter top button down you had on, and nearly the entire room gasped at the sight. You purposely turned around to hang your jacket on the back of your chair so that every single member of the jury could see your scars, and you went out of your way to use both hands to collect your loose hair to pull it over your right soldier so that the jury had no choice but to see what HYDRA did to you.

“A metal arm like that?” Everett asked as he turned back to the witness with a victorious smile, not realizing that every single thing he was doing was just setting himself up for failure.

“Yes, just like that.”

“No further questions.” He said with a nod as he walked back over to his table.

“Mr. Jones, you said you remember that day as if it was yesterday, correct?” Mike asked with a smile as he stood up from his spot.

“Yes, sir. I do.”

“Wonderful. So you can remember if the shooters metal arm was black or silver, correct?” You could see the subtle hesitation in Mr. Jones’ eyes as he glanced at you for a moment before looking back up at your attorney. 

“It was black. Matched her outfit.”

“And, how was the killer wearing her hair?” He continued as he leaned back against the table. “Down like it is now? Up in a pony tail? Do you recall?”

“It was...” He started as he glanced over at his lawyer, who no longer had a smile on his face. “It was pulled back. I’m not sure what the style was called back then.”

“And her outfit. I know you said it was all black, but could you describe it further?” You could see the slight panic in the witnesses eyes, before he jumped to the defensive.

“Are you calling me a liar, sir?!”

“Not at all, sir.” Mike said with a shake of his head as he turned around to grab something from the file he had sitting on the table. “Merely asking for more details. Defense exhibit one, your honor.” He said as he pulled out a stack of paper to give to the judge, to the jury, and to the witness since the prosecution had already been given the photographs. “Now Mr. Jones, would it surprise you in any way to know that up until 2018, Dr. Barnes had a silver metal arm with a giant red star on the shoulder as seen in photographs recovered from leaked HYDRA files from 1932, and 1967, photos from government files from 1974, ‘81, ‘91, ‘96... all the way to personal photos of her in Stark tower up until 2018 when it was exchanged for the current arm she has now?” He paused for a moment so that Mr. Jones had a chance to look through at least some of the photos, before continuing. “And would it also surprise you to know that the uniform she has on in those HYDRA and government photos was the official quote ‘uniform’ for the Winter Wolf, and that it never deviated?”

“Objection!” Everett snapped as he finally got to his feet. “How is he supposed to know that?”

“Just simple questions, that’s all.” Mike said as he took the photos back from the witness and walked back to the table. “No further questions.” As he sat back down at the table beside you, he put the photos back in their file before glancing over at you with a smile. “Don’t worry. I’m just getting started.” A smile pulled at the corners of your lips as Everett got up and called his second of fifteen witnesses, realizing at that moment that your lawyer was going to win this case.

Part 16

[plumae-cupiditas]

{OOC ~ Rules + General info!}

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Rules :

FYI, this is a secondary NSFW safe blog for my muse over at @mors-pulchritudo. (She is an adult, she is 23 in her species' years.) The rules for this blog are basically the same, except for a few changes. Namely rules 1 and 8.

(Rule 1 change) On this blog, NSFW is allowed. What does this mean? It means that there may be sexual content, less censored violence, triggers, and the like. If that makes you uncomfortable, you are totally welcome to stay over at my other blog for this OC. It won't have as many adults themes, and even if there are they will be suggestive/vaguely hinted at, at best.

(Rule 8 change) Because there is a chance of sexual content occurring on this blog, I ask that if you are below the age of 18 that you stay over at my other blog. Sexual content may range from writings, to RP threads, or art (occasionally). I am above 18 (22, and married, so no romance outside of RP please), and I do not want to be discussing such things with children. I cannot stop you from looking, I just ask that you don't interact with anything NSFW.

Now, I am not saying that there will be NSFW content present all the time, I'm saying this because this blog has a high chance of having some of it present. And also it will not be censored, but it will be tagged accordingly!!

If you have a rules/an about, please put it somewhere where I can see it! I would like to be aware of what you will and will not do if we end up role playing together. If you don’t have one, just take the time to make a basic post until you have something more substantial, or you can just let me know in DMs if you prefer.

Also, absolutely no NSFW content about Zeke and Gineva is allowed. They are children, even if they are fictional. (They are 13 and 7.) I do not allow any of that sort of behavior. If you want to see them, head over to my SFW blog.

Read here for some simple background info on my OC, Calliope.

"Purple text" is Calliope speaking, Default text is me/the mod!

Another thing. I am a college student who also has a job, so responses may be sporadic. But, always feel free to remind me if I haven't responded in at least 2 days or so.

Some generic warnings + more info :

This blog will contain some sensitive and potentially triggering topics regarding my OC’s lore. Examples are:

~ Trauma (more than one type)

~ Abuse (more than one type)

~ Mental health issues

~ Injury in various degrees

~ Darker themes of mythology/folklore (the whole nine yards, basically)

~ Death (in the past/being mentioned)

~ (more may be added)

This blog may have more uncensored angst content on it, so be warned. (All heavy content will always be put under "read more" and tagged with possible triggers and content warnings.)

Also, I will ask if you don’t vibe with any of these topics before they may come up in an interaction!

And, if an RP is starting to wind up to a point where some adult things or NSFW things in general might happen, I will switch to this blog to continue instead.

Also, just to clarify, this blog won’t just strictly be NSFW. It can act as my main blog in case you aren’t comfortable role playing on the other one because it is 14+. This blog requires you and your muse to be 18+, that is all I ask.

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# rp memes ~ wading in the water (just for reblogging RP prompts/memes)

# siren's harmony ~ tempest waves (this will be the lore tag! when more in depth lore about Calli is posted, check this tag!)

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[cosmicallylyss]

So in my musings on What If™ Kira was used not as a throwaway character/shocking elim but a rival to Jinpachi Ego himself in terms of ideology and moral value and was one of/The protagonist(s) of Blue Lock, I've accidentally created a rarepair (ship or platonic duo I can see it both ways) inside my mind so please get ready for the biggest hear me out [analysis and more thoughts under the cut just pls pls pls hear me out i am begging]. Look at them and then hear me out.

So! First off thank you for hearing me out.

First Selection: Oh boy Kira does not like this guy. He's a team player in a world of egoists, obviously he doesn't like this self-proclaimed king! He thinks the selfish playstyle is terrible but he's also not an idiot and can not deny that clearly, results are showing for the unsportsmanlike behavior.

Second Selection: I'm not too sure on how I'm gonna screw with this one for the purposes of adding in Kira, all I know is that I want him to play with Reo (I think he'd be really beneficial to him as a friend and teammate post ReoNagi breakup) so hey maybe he'll get to play against Barou at some point here if I screw with the 3v3? Anyway, I want them to be on opposite teams again and I want Kira to see the whole idea of devouring/Barou's villain complex and have a moment of "Maybe this is team play, it's just a selfish way of doing it??" and we see his whole power of friendship mentality shake a little bit.

Third Selection: Very few ideas for what the two of them do here in relation to each other. In all honesty it's not that important to me right now

U-20: Okay yeah I'm not a Kira fan to an unrealistic standpoint, he most likely benchwarms this game or maybe gets a few minutes of being subbed in because Ego knows showcasing the jewel of Japanese soccer will bring in some great publicity. Maybe he plays a few minutes in the first half of the match and he's subbed out when Barou subs in (maybe they directly switch??) and Kira gets to say something about "Ah, wish I could've gotten a closer look at your playstyle." or something to that effect. He's not really praising it but he's stopped outright condemning it. Character development!

Neo Egoist League: I want Kira on the Ubers. "Strategy and teamwork" and although he's gained a bit of an ego and some selfishness to survive up to this point, it doesn't discount that we've seen him display the love he has for his high school team in the beginning of the series. Anyway, my main point is that I think he's good enough, especially with his Blue Lock training for him to play really anywhere. However he'd probably stay an offensive player; maybe on Ubers they either do two main strikers with him and Barou as forwards or maybe they have him as left/right winger and he does more of a supportive role for Barou as he's one of the only people on the team to keep up with him offensively? He'll still be scoring goals for himself of course, and I can very easily see Blue Lock making him more of a teasing kind of guy, he'll pass to Barou once and then when Barou steals the ball from him later in the match, he says something like "Reading my moves means you care about what the rest of the team's doing! Good on you, you selfish team player." Also just imagine them playing together both as forwards like. "The King and his Crown" tell me you would not be scared to face those guys they have such a good narrative nickname.

In general—I think the opposing ideologies and playstyles of these characters make them an interesting pair. I think it would be fun to watch Kira go from detesting Barou to admiring him to considering him an ally. Barou is also a main driver of Kira developing an ego/selfishness as their bond strengthens throughout the series. I believe Barou would go from not caring about Kira (just another donkey, y'know?) to considering him a rival (not an enemy!) on equal standing. I think he would appreciate that Kira is a neat guy (headcanon) and although the friendliness can be a bit overbearing Kira seems to know when to pull back. I think Kira is important in Barou considering his team more. He obviously shouldn't change too much from his selfish ways, but I would love to see Kira giving him a little perspective switch—if he wants to command a team, he should understand his team. The most powerful king is one who knows his subjects, isn't it?

In sum, live laugh rarepair dynamics, I might actually turn these headcanons into an actual canon divergence AU because I really really wanna write for kira

[uslessnoahtall]

Villainous Legacy Challenge

So I’ve played the Disney Legacy challenge, and I had so much fun, but recently I was thinking, wouldn’t it be cool to play with the villains? And then I got excited about that and decided not only to make a villainous legacy challenge but to include villains from all kinds of media. Some of the generations aren't technically villains, but I thought they counted enough. I also didn't want to make it so that every gen was evil and a criminal and just tried to base each generation on a villain the best I could.

Basic Rules:

Finish aspiration

Reach level ten of career unless specified otherwise.

Cheats are allowed but try not to use them they make gameplay less fun

Reach level 10 of each generations set of skills

I did my best to make this as Base Game compatible as possible, if you’re missing some packs and I didn’t offer an alternative just pick your own or skip it.

Heir can be any gender unless specified.

For Ben 1, you can choose to start as a child, so story purposes, or just create them as a young adult :)

Generation 1: The Evil Queen (Snow White)

Growing up, you always felt like your siblings were favoured over you. They were prettier than you, and smarter than you, and your parents always seemed to love them more than you. All you wanted was to be the rarest of them all, and if your parents weren’t going to love you, you were going to make sure everyone else did.

Colours: Purple

Traits: Jealous, Hot-Headed, Self-Absorbed 

Aspiration: World Famous Celebrity 

Career: Actor or Social Media 

Skills: Acting, Charisma, and Romance (BG: Comedy)

Goals: 

Have a bad relationship with your whole family 

Get married halfway through your career

Have one child

Get divorced after the baby ages up to a child (your partner loved your child more than you)

Max your career 

Have a negative relationship with your child (People seem to like them more than you)

Generation 2: The Joker (Bat-Man)

You grew up with your mom, who was so busy pampering herself, that she barely paid attention to you. All you wanted was to prove yourself to you mom, and became almost as vain as her in the process, and far smarter. You joined the scientist career in an attempt to make her proud, After a horrific incident, that disfigured your face and body, and drove you a little mad, you switched careers. You couldn’t make your mom happy, but maybe you could make others happy.

Colours: Green

Traits: Gloomy, Self-Absorbed, Erratic

Aspiration: Joke Star

Career: Scientist and Entertainer 

Skills: Comedy and Mischief 

Goals:

Start in the Scientist career but switch to Entertainer halfway through adulthood

Marry another Erratic sim

Max Entertainer Career (Comedy)

Complete aspiration 

Have two kids

Generation 3: Wicked Witch of the West (Wizard of Oz)

Your parents were a little crazy, but you and your sister were so close that their weird antics didn’t bother you. The two of you were very different, you kept your nose in books and she flourished in social settings. You guys were as close as can be, until her untimely death days before Young Adulthood. You were distraught by her death, and tried to find someone to replace her throughout your whole life. All you had to remuer her was a pair of shoes she wore. You also started dedicating all your books to her, she was your muse. 

Colours: Red

Traits: Gloomy, Squeamish, Book Worm 

Aspiration: Bestselling Author

Career: Writer

Skills: Writing and Logic 

Goals:

Be best friends with your sister until she dies

Write books to remember her by

Get married but don’t have kids, adopt a baby

Mourn your sister once a week

Max career 

Complete aspiration

Generation 4: Loki (Marvel)

You were adopted into a very loving home, and had everything you wanted growing up, but you wanted more. As you got older, you realized you needed more than your parents could give you, you wanted the world. 

Colours: Gold

Traits: Ambitious, Perfectionist, Insider

Aspiration: Chief of Mischief

Career: Politician

Skills: Mischief and Charisma 

Goals:

Max Political Career

Don’t get married until late in life

Try and marry someone as ambitious as you, you think ambition is attractive as long as it’s not competition 

Optional: Marry someone on an opposing political side

Have as many kids as you want, be strict with them

Finish Aspiration

Generation 5: Kylo Ren (Star Wars)

Your parent was super ambitious, and always pushed you to be the same, to follow in their footsteps, but you never wanted to. You always dreamed of being somewhere else, far far away, maybe even on a different planet. As you got older, your parent pushed you into university, saying they’d pay for it in full. Little did they know you were planning on going somewhere even better.

Colours: Black

Traits: Loner, Genius, Hot Headed

Aspiration: Nerd Brain

Career: Astronaut

Skills: Handiness and Rocket Science (or Robotics) 

Goals:

Have a tense dynamic with your parents

Go to university and get good grades

Go to space as soon as you can

Marry someone who you initially have a bad relationship with

Have three kids

Max Astronaut Career

Finish Aspiration

Generation 6: Mordu (Brave)

It drove you crazy how distant your parent was, it seemed like they cared more about outer space than their own family. You and your siblings were thick as thieves, but you always felt like you were better than them, stronger and more ambitious. Once you become a young adult, you go to Moonwood Mill, because you heard the people there had the ability to give you new power. This backfired, but you took it pretty well, all you wanted now was to be the strongest leader of a pack.

Colours: Grey/Brown

Traits: Self Assured, Active, Slob

Aspiration: Wildfang Renegade

Career: None

Skills: Handiness and Fitness

Fight with your siblings before you move out (cutting ties)

Become a werewolf 

Become a pack leader

Have a kid somehow (you can get married, or adopt, or have a science baby, whatever you want)

Make money through woodworking and odd jobs

Defeat Greg in a battle 

Complete Aspiration 

Generation 7: Cruella De Vil (101 Dalmatians)

You parent was a monster in your eyes, who wants a werewolf as their caretaker? You grew up scared of their outrage and desperate for friends. Once you were old enough, you ran away to the city and built your life up from the ground up, it seemed like the perfect place to make a fashionable career, even if not everyone agreed with your design styles. You had a soft spot for animals, dogs specifically, and they proved to be the best friends you could have asked for. 

Colours: Black/White

Traits: Dog Lover, Creative, Snob

Aspiration: Friend of the Animals 

Career: Style Influencer

Skills: Painting, Pet Training 

Goals:

Have at least 3 dogs

Marry another snob

Max Career 

Complete Aspiration

Do a dog show at least once a week (Or obstacle course or whatever it is)

Have one kid

Live in a very large house

Generation 8: Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter)

The way your parents raised you caused you to be quite the snobby little kid. You were raised in the finest house, with the nicest clothes and had everything at your fingertips. Yes your parents were mean to you sometimes, and strict, and made your life a little hard, but only because they wanted you to succeed, right? Social status became really important to you as you got older, but eventually you realize that maybe, being the best isn’t everything? Maybe you could help others, instead of lead them, and maybe, your rival wasn’t so bad after all. 

Colours: Silver or Dark Green

Traits: Gloomy, Snob, Outgoing

Aspiration: Leader of the Pack

Career: Lawyer and Teacher

Skills: Logic and Research and Debate

Goals:

Max Career (Professor)

Have a rival as a child, marry them as an adult  

Have a good relationship with your kids

Create a club based on msicheif and mean interactions

Start the Lawyer Career but switch to Teaching towards the end of your Young Adulthood

Break up the club once you stick careers, and don’t speak to any of the members afterwards

Generation 9: Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty)

As a kid, you’d heard all about your parents complex relationship with each other, as well as what kind of person your parent was when they were young. You didn’t want to be like them, you wanted to be a really good person and settle down with your ideal partner, unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way. After your partner cheats on you (you’re not officially together, you just love them), you decide to raise your kid on your own, you’re better off that way. 

Colours: Light Green or Purple 

Traits: Jealous, Evil, Art Lover

Aspiration: Public Enemy

Career: Criminal (Boss)

Skills: Mischief and Charisma

Goals:

Be a good kid, listen to your parents and be kind to everyone

Get your heart broken as a young adult

Get pregnant by the sim who broke your heart, don’t tell them

Start out making money as a painter, but join the Criminal Career after your kid is born

Don’t have any friends

Max Career

Max Aspiration

Generation 10: Ursula (The Little Mermaid)

Your mom taught you that you could be anything you wanted in the world, that your life was in your power and not to let anyone dull your spark. You loved music more than anything, and dreamed of being a professional singer. You moved out to the islands once you got older, thinking it would be good for you to live out on the beach, in the fresh air, that is until some red haired girl tries to be your friend. She annoys you more than anyone you’ve ever met, and all you want is to ruin her life, and live yours in peace. 

Colours: Blue

Traits: Music Lover, Loves Outdoors, Child of the Islands

Aspiration: Musical Genius 

Career: Entertainer, Musician Branch

Skills: Singing, Piano, and Guitar

Goals:

Max Career

Complete aspiration

Fight with your neighbours and get mad when people try and come to your house

(Optional Mermaid Occult)

Throw a party once a week and invite a select few people, be the entertainer 

Physically fight with one of your neighbours

I think thats it!! Have fun, share your sims with me, and just keep swimming :)

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Sorry, it took me a bit to get this request to you, and Tumblr is being Tumblr 😅.

Hello, love! For the first kiss ask:

How about Tal with an accidental first kiss ooooor taller gently grasping the shorter's chin. (The chin grasp kills me 😫).

Feel free to use one or both or switch it up! 🥰🥰

hiiii friend! I'm so sorry this took so long for me to get to; between realizing that my OC Tal is in fact aro/ace and does not feel like they'd fit the prompt, and just general life things, and also the muse being a fickle beast, things have been A Lot! but I'm finally happy with how this turned out, and I really enjoyed the chance to explore the softer side of another OC: Commander Creed! <3

Broken Rules

Summary: Creed decides the best path forward is to just be honest about his feelings.

Warnings: this is mostly just fluff but blog is still 18+; gn!reader

Word Count: 887

Creed has always been a man of action, of direct words, of clear intentions. He says what he means, and means what he says—even when everyone around him would rather waffle and oscillate and obfuscate. Even as a cadet, participating in the training simulations with the other young clones destined to become commanders, he earned a reputation for being rough, abrasive, blunt.

His Jedi commander calls him grumpy. He calls them naive. Without fail, they laugh with a mischievous smile—and that always gets you going, a tiny grin threatening to break over your face. 

As a nat-born handler assigned to his battalion, you’re one of very few personnel aboard the Messenger that Creed doesn’t fully understand how to act with. His Jedi colleagues at least make sense; they’re part of the war effort to minimize loss of life and to protect the Republic, same as he and his men are. His brothers, of course, he has no problem connecting with. Most of the other nat-born contractors stay out of his way, which is more than fine with him. 

But you? You baffle Creed, and the only thing more confusing to him is the way you make him feel. 

If he’s being blunt with himself, he knows it’s a crush. It’s the only thing these feelings can be—the anticipatory tightening in his chest when he hears your voice around the corner, the fluttering in his chest whenever you smile in his direction, the maddening urge to tilt your head up so you meet his gaze straight on. If he’s being honest, he knows that the way you act around him, shuffling your feet and glancing away from his gaze, probably means his feelings aren’t one-sided. But these are things the Kaminoans never trained the clones for, and instead of facing the situation head-on like he does everything else, Creed waffles. 

And he’s so karking tired of it. 

So he’s not entirely certain what he’s doing outside your personal quarters, but he’s knocking on the durasteel door before he can talk himself out of this. It’s late—at least, his body tells him it’s late; there’s no way to know for certain when they’re in hyperspace—but despite the hour, it’s only a moment before your door slides open. 

“C-Commander!” You immediately stand straighter, smoothing out your sleep clothes. “What can I help you with, sir?” 

Your name falls from his lips before he can process it. Your first name, not your title, or your last name, but a name that feels so unfamiliar and yet sounds so right coming from him. “I’m not here on business.” 

“Oh.” You blink at him. “Well, still. Is there something you needed?” 

“I—” Creed sighs, drawing a hand over his face. “May I come in? I’d like to speak with you.” 

He catches the momentary flare of panic that crosses your features, but you step aside regardless. The door slides shut behind him. Your quarters are sparsely furnished; it makes his heart feel funny, that you haven’t made this space your own yet, despite being attached to the 387th for months now. 

“No decorations?” he asks. 

“Um.” You sound taken aback. “It’s...against GAR regulations to—”

“Right,” he says, waving his hand. Maker, could he be any worse at this? “My ARCs would tell you regulations are in place to be broken.” 

“Are you...giving me permission to break the rules, Commander?”

“Creed.”

“What?” 

“Call me Creed,” he says, finally lifting his gaze to yours. “Please.” 

His eyes flicker down to your lips as they part in surprise. Stars, you really are a sight, and he wonders why he hasn’t taken the time to fully appreciate the view until now. Heart pounding in his chest, he wipes his palms on the fabric of his blacks. 

“The answer is ‘yes’,” he says. When your brow furrows in confusion, he continues, “About breaking regulations. Because I’m about to break several.” 

“What’s going on?” 

Idly scratching at his ear, a nervous habit he picked up as a cadet, Creed sighs. “I like you.” 

He winces internally at the brusque timbre of his words, but understanding dawns over your face like the sun’s first rays. Swallowing harshly, Creed forces himself to stop fidgeting.

“May as well throw out all the handbooks,” you say after a moment. “Can I break a few more?”

“Please.” 

You close the distance until you’re in his personal space. Peering up at him from beneath your eyelashes, you reach with tentative hands to brush your fingertips over the swell of his cheeks. Creed nearly leans into your touch. Instead, he does what he’s been wanting to for weeks, and he tucks one finger under your chin to tilt your head up as he leans down. 

Your lips are soft and warm against his own. He exhales a shaky breath as your hands slide around his neck, anchoring him to you; this is so far beyond uncharted territory that Creed can’t help but simply marvel at the rhythm you set. Mouths moving slow and in sync, you tilt his head, deepening the kiss. 

When you pull back, he finds you already gazing when he opens his eyes.

“Never woulda thought our big scary commander would break so many rules,” you say with a soft, teasing smile. 

Creed hums. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” 

“Deal.”

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