#[long ramble over the nature of ''dark'' headcanons and how i am afraid of getting typecast to a kind of writer i am not removed]

[netscapenavigaytor]

hmmph... people in jet set radio tag talking abot leak stuff and wiki vandalism. when every body should be talking about. ME AND MY FRIENDS MAEKING EDGY BRAINWEIRD BULLSHIT . (joke) (nobody would even know about this properly outside of discord) (just wanted to make a post because my brain is full of many thoughts) (jet set radio fans dm me if you want my bad yoyo opinions) (there is a lot of that. and other dubious opinions too)

[tinalbion]

Since ya like experimenting (I think): Headcanons for The Phantom (from the 1989 movie) and a Reader who takes Christine's place in the story?

Ahhh yes! Dude this movie was interesting and I loved Robert as a more horror-based version of Eric. I will do my absolute best for you and I hope this is close to what you wanted! ♡ 'Composer by day, serial killer by night'. After rewatching it, I popped tf off and I am not sorry. 

Christine had been a gift to the opera house, he was her teacher, her angel of music. She felt something for him, but once she knew who he was, what he was, she wanted to be as far from him as she possibly could. Eric would have retaliated badly if it weren't for an odd glimmer in the crowd that caught his eye, but maybe it was nothing. He was distraught by his beloved's outburst. Maybe she just needed time and maybe he did too, but no matter how enraged he felt by Christine's rejection, there was still something that perplexed him.

You were in awe of those who were on stage ever since you were a young child, you had always wanted to perform, but the fear of becoming something like that, it was amazing and terrifying. You'd walk the empty halls there sometimes, singing the composed words the stage held previously, the beautiful melodies resounding in your mind. It wasn’t quite possible to do since your family had no status to get in good graces with the right people, but you were happy enough to afford the opera with your family when you could. It was the only thing that really kept you going through life. 

This evening after the show, which was a complication on its own, you had once again taken your usual routine to walk the empty halls to admire the architectural beauties and play pretend, if only for a little while. Your humming turned to full-on singing a tune as you looked up at the wonders of the stage, imagining what it would be like to be where the greats have stood. You imagined a beautiful ensemble to wear upon that golden stage, the bright lights shining down on you, filling you with a warmth that overtook you.

Your thoughts were short-lived as the sound of an organ took over and filled the room with the melody of the song you sang, chills running up your arms as you fell into the soul of the music. You sang along louder this time, picking up where you left off as you mindlessly belted out the words. If only you could see who had been playing so beautifully! The music they played felt so passionate, so beautiful. As much as you were enjoying this shared moment between this mysterious stranger, you longed to know their identity to praise their musical abilities. 

As the tune ended and you smiled wide to yourself, your eyes scanned the room for the person who accompanied you in the grand theater, but no one was there. "Please," you'd call out, "let me see you. Your playing was incredible." They would remain silent as you continued on, rambling off until either they revealed themselves or you found them. You never would have guessed the Opera Ghost was incredibly real, but those were all just stories made up to spook the people who would wander the halls alone. 

You were resilient, you wouldn't give up to see the person who played so beautifully, so filled with pain, but he wouldn't show himself. "I’m afraid you cannot see me," the voice echoed hauntingly, “you will be afraid.” His words were pained and sincere, but he didn’t know you and he surely didn’t know how you would react to someone like him. You were confident that you could withstand the sight of someone like the Phantom. Again, you urged him to reveal himself, and he secretly adored your tenaciousness, but he was still wary, still hurting, he couldn’t bear to scare you away. He couldn’t take it again, he wouldn’t know how he’d react to it, but you were alone…

He circled you without giving away his position, his eyes upon you like a lion keeping its prey within its gaze as he watches your every move. The way your chest rose with each breath, but your breathing was steady despite being in such a dangerous situation, he was intrigued with you. Your eyes wandered, no idea of the real threat lurking around you. Eric was slowly becoming more and more interested in you, the memory of Christine still fresh but fading, because you were here. He was so tempted to call you to him like he would have for the singer, to pull you into the depths where he poured his heart and soul into his music, where he could feel at ease with himself. Whether you would accept him or not, that didn't bother him, not now. All that mattered right now was this moment. 

"If you see me, do you promise not to run?" He asked, his words soft-spoken as you noticed his words had sounded closer. You whipped your head around, searching, the acoustics of the room were throwing you off, but you kept on searching until it led you behind the curtains and within the darkness. Here was where you would have your first brush with the phantom and the sense of excitement that you had never felt before, but that wouldn't be the only time you would feel the thrill. "I promise," you would say shyly, unable to hide the smile that grew across your face. 

When you had seen a glimpse of him, his cape fluttered around his legs as he stood a safe distance away from you, mainly for his own regard and how he was feeling. "What's your name?" He asked you, his voice deep and soothing. You immediately didn't know what to say or how to say it, but you had to start with your name. "Y/N," you responded as you tilted your head to the side, unable to hide your excitement. He noted the way your face lit up and he could see you in a new light the more he spoke to you, and all he wanted was to show you his music and hear you sing his words. "Your voice is quite beautiful, Y/N," he said sweetly, "have you ever thought of singing professionally?" The mere thought of it made your stomach twist and you felt the butterflies within you start to dance. "I've thought about it," you responded carefully. 

Eric wanted so desperately to take you under his wing and teach you to become the best of yourself, to see you take flight with his music, oh it would be a dream. He would make sure not to fail you like he did with Christine, he would be more careful this time around. If you'd agree, things would be different. You had been self-taught, the things you needed now would be discipline and direction. He could teach you these things. "What if i said I could make that happen for you? Become your teacher, help you spread your wings and fly?" The thought of it was insane! Could he really do this for you and make you into a star? Whatever he had done, whatever magic he cast, you fell hard for it and nodded your head eagerly. "Yes, please, I want nothing more," you cried out in excitement, your hands clasped together. "Please, who are you? Are you the Phantom? I'm not afraid, you know." 

That's when Eric couldn't help but press forward to see you closer, he wanted to show you just what you would get into if you were to train with someone like him, although he was still terrified to scare you off. The light hit him just right and you had seen his eye, his beautiful orb staring at you, the other half of his face covered by some sort of scarf. 'So mysterious,' you thought. Either way, his presence didn't invoke fear, he brought you an odd sense of comfort.  He held out his hand to you, offering for a reason you wanted to take so desperately, you needed this, otherwise, it may never happen again. You hesitated, naturally, but with a deep breath and placed your delicate hand in his gloved one, a growl of satisfaction emerged from his mouth as he pulled you close to him. You could now smell him, earthly, smoke, and a waft of something soft. You could smell that and die with a smile on your face. Eric was feeling quite similar, that familiar bubbly feeling happening within the pit of his stomach, almost like when he was with Christine. He wouldn't hide things from you, in due time, you'd know all there was to know about Eric Destler. 

When he pulled you down into the darkness of the underground, beneath the opera floors, you weren't expecting another world down there. He had made it his home, although it had been partially destroyed from an accident. He was making do with how things were, though he was still distraught, you could tell with the way he carried himself. Once he removed the wrapping on his face, you were amazed by him, not frightened as he said you would be, and you took a bolder step like no one else had before. Your hand was placed on him, cupping his cheek as he looked at you with surprise, not expecting a beautiful creature like you to show him any affection of any kind. He gasped, his eyes watered as he closed them quickly, afraid to show you just how weak he was for your touch and just how we had wished Christine would have accepted him like this. He would die protecting you, there was no doubt now. You smiled at him, happy to see him feel at ease with you. 

Your days were spent training with him, teaching you to sing until you were able to become an understudy for the diva herself if it was possible with everything that had happened. You knew Eric was different from the moment you laid your eyes on him, but it didn't bother you in the slightest, all people were unique in their own way and that never bothered you. He would give you longing glances as you read the sheet music to his works, touched by how beautifully written they had been, the music touched a part of you that was only brought out within the depths of under the opera house. You and Eric had slowly begun to feel comfortable around each other, though you took quicker to the situation than he had, hile was always on edge and somewhat distant. You didn't blame him, especially when you found out about his former student, whom he felt so much love and affection for. It was difficult for him to mention her because he felt that there would always be a part of himself with her, but he was doubting that now with you here. Maybe having him as your dark angel wouldn't be so bad.

[scorpiofangirl1109]

My Cats OC Part 54

part 53- https://scorpiofangirl1109.tumblr.com/post/646877506005254144/my-cats-oc-part-53

hello everyone! welcome to part 54 of my series on kiki! this is going to be another  cats human au headcanon. i hope you guys like it!

i am only getting one update out before bed but this will be the longest one i have written yet so i think that will make up for it! 

a quick shout out to @the-pied-pipers-assistant for talking through this idea with me! i really appreciate it! you are awesome for listening to me ramble on and on all of the time lol. 

in this headcanon kiki will be 2 years old! 

munkustrap honestly was lucky because when kiki was usually a pretty easy baby. and she was usually pretty happy as well. of course there were moments kiki would scream and cry loudly or she would be fussy. but generally munkustrap was lucky that kiki was easy.

as kiki came a toddler she was still pretty easy for the most part. but munkustrap noticed kiki was starting to become a bit more stubborn at times such as when he tried to get her to eat a vegetable for example. but kiki was still pretty easy. but still had tantrums like all toddlers did.

luckily munkustrap was patient and was able to handle kiki’s temper tantrums calmly and was willing to wait as long as he had to until she was done. 

but once kiki turned two she threw a curveball for munkustrap when she started to hit the terrible twos stage.

a little while after demeter moved in with munkustrap and his daughter, kiki learned how to climb out of her crib. up to this point kiki had always slept in her crib just fine. she would remain in her crib during her naptime or all night before letting munkustrap or someone else would get her out. 

one night after being put into her crib by munkustrap, kiki slept for about two and a half hours before she woke up. normally kiki just went back to sleep. but this night was different, she wanted to go see her mama and daddy. 

so kiki got up and after a bit of effort the toddler climbed out of her crib. she fell to the floor landing on her bum but was quick to get up and rushed over to the door and managed to open it despite munkustrap’s best efforts to child proof kiki’s room. 

the toddler walked into the hallway dragging her kitty cat nd disney princess blanket with her. 

she could hear the tv was on downstairs so she walked to the staircase. but there was a baby gate at the top and kiki could not get it to budge no matter how much she tried. 

so after trying and failing to open the gate kiki started calling out for munkustrap and demeter, calling out “mama!! daddy!!”

munkustrap and demeter had not heard kiki on the baby monitor which was on the coffee table. it was a video monitor and the last time they had checked it kiki was fast asleep so they has assumed she was out for the night. 

but when they heard her little voice calling out for them, munkustrap and demeter were quick to get up and rush up to go see what was wrong. so when they found kiki sitting in front of the baby gate on the floor with her blankie and kitty cat they were confused.

munkustrap knew for a fact he had put kiki in her crib after finishing her bedtime stories. so why was she out in the hallway?

“kiki why are you out of bed love? daddy put you down to go night night.” demeter asked as she opened the gate and scooped kiki up in her arms. 

kiki snuggled into demeter before saying “i wakes up.”

“but it is late love, you need to sleep.” demeter told kiki looking down at her.

“kiki how did you get out of bed?” munkustrap asked kiki looking at his daughter.

“i climb out.” katie said with a shrug as if it was something she always did.  

“kiki you can’t climb out of your bed. you could get hurt.” munkustrap said as he and demeter were walking back to  kiki’s room. 

when they got back into the room, demeter kissed kiki's head before letting munkustrap take kiki in his arms so he could put her back to bed and she could go back to sleep which kiki did do after she was sung a lullaby. 

this kept happening every single night afterwards. it was clear kiki would get out of her crib as much as she wanted. so when demeter said that kiki should get a big girl bed munkustrap didn’t want to. but eventually demeter convinced him it was necessary. 

so he decided to take kiki’s convertible crib and to make it into a toddler bed. for kiki and they even took kiki out so she could pick some bedding for her big girl bed. she choose a disney princess bedding set that matched her favorite blankie.  

when the day came to actually convert the bed, munkustrap had his brother tugger over to help him when he and misto had come over. tugger initially tried to back out but eventually agreed to help out munkustrap while misto and demeter were downstairs entertaining kiki. 

it took a while to disassemble the crib and to convert it to a toddler bed. with quite a few curse words coming out from the brothers. but eventually they finished the process even if it took a while and kiki had to nap in munkustrap and demeter’s bed. 

when kiki saw her bed, she was confused at first about what had happened to her crib, she asked munkustrap as tugger held her “daddy what happen to my crib?”

“well you’re a big girl now. you get to have a big girl bed. and you get to sleep in a big girl bed.” munkustrap told kiki. 

after dinner, misto and tugger left and demeter and munkustrap got kiki ready for bed like any other night. but when they tried to tuck her in kiki freaked out and was screaming loudly. she was clinging to munkustrap and was not wanting to sleep in her old bed. 

demeter tried to put kiki down as well but it did not help either as kiki kept doing the same routine. after what seemed like a lifetime, kiki eventually had worn herself out enough through her tantrum that she had fallen asleep. 

over the next few nights putting kiki to bed consisted of having a huge tantrum and putting up a fight about sleeping in her bed, when kiki managed to sleep, he would not remain asleep for long as she would always climb out of bed and go running to demeter and munkustrap. she just did not want to sleep in her big girl bed. 

this was very hard on demeter and munkustrap having to be up constantly trying to get kiki to sleep and stay in her bed for more than an hour and a half at a time. 

naturally the couple became very sleep deprived from staying up with kiki. this took a toll on munkustrap especially as he was the one getting up with kiki the majority of the time. the last time munkustrap was this exhausted was when kiki was newborn and waking constantly for feedings or diaper changes. 

it started to show how exhausted munkustrap was. he started to develop bags under his eyes and dark under eye circles. plus he started to drink way more coffee than usual. munkustrap pretty much looked like a sleep deprived zombie. most nights ended up with kiki sleeping with munkustrap and demeter out of sheer desperation to get her to sleep at all. 

he was so exhausted that one night he ended up falling asleep on the floor next to kiki’s bed. he was in there because every time kiki would get out of bed, he was there to put her right back in. but the whole process took a lot of of the sleep deprived father and caused him to pass out on the floor. 

kiki looked down at her daddy and got one of the baby blankets near her rocking chair and covered munkustrap with it. after this she sued this as a prime chance to escape her room and run to hide to avoid going into her big girl bed. 

demeter had noticed it had gotten very quiet in kiki's room so she walked down the hall to see what was happening. as soon as she stepped into the room the woman noticed munkustrap passed out on the group, which was evident from the quiet snores coming from him. but she did not see kiki and searched the room not finding the toddler anywhere. 

demeter sighed as she now had to go find kiki who was “playing hide and seek”. after searching the female found kiki with her kitty cat hiding  behind a curtain, she could see kiki's little feet sticking out  even though kiki tied to wrap herself in the curtain to hide. 

demeter walked over and gently pulled the curtain from around kiki and picked her up before kiki could dart off. she walked kiki back to her room and tried to put kiki to bed. but of course the toddler dug her heels in and refused to stay in bed throwing a tantrum.

kiki was always loud during a tantrum and this was no exception. but amazingly somehow munkustrap slept through kiki have a tantrum even as kiki screamed “nwo mama! pwease!” as demeter kept putting her back into bed. when kiki did somehow fall asleep, demeter to had to nudge munkustrap awake and get him to go to bed since he was so tired. 

the couple hoped kiki would outgrow this and get used to it. but it did not get better. as the tantrums kept happening every single night and no one in the house was getting enough sleep 

one night demeter walked into the hallway see munkustrap looking very sleep deprived and disheveled. in addition to his under eye bags and under eye circles munkustrap's hair was all messy, as if he had not brushed it for weeks and he was in his pajamas and old tattered bathrobe. munkustrap was also half asleep as he was trying to get a screaming and crying kiki to sleep. a cup of black coffee in his free hand

demeter was very concerned at this sight and also she was afraid he was going to drop kiki from how he kept nodding off.so she quickly rushed over and took kiki in her arms ordering munkustrap to bed. 

munkustrap shook his head saying “no...i’m fine....really.” but from how he was struggling to remain awake. while holding a crying kiki in her arms she tried to force munkustrap to bed even if he kept refusing. 

demeter still tried to calm kiki down and nothing that usually worked for kiki, helped at all. and the female was quickly running out of ideas and she did not want to put kiki in bed with her and munkustrap. 

it got to the point where demeter got so desperate she got her car keys and loaded kiki up in the car with her kitty cat and blanket to drive around until she fell asleep. munkustrap heard demeter open the garage and after learning what she was doing, he insisted on coming along. demeter kept trying to go to sleep but it was falling on deaf ears so she gave in and let munkustrap come. 

demeter put baby shark on for kiki and put the song on loop so it would keep playing and once she backed out of the driveway she started to drive around to get kiki to sleep. 

after a while, kiki fell asleep in the backseat, but munkustrap had also fallen asleep. once at home demeter turned off the car. and stopped playing baby shark off her phone. the female also nudged munkustrap several times to wake him up.

demeter was extremely careful and managed to get kiki into her bed and tuck her in without waking her. this was the first night in a long time kiki did not come into bed with munkustrap and demeter. 

the woman knew she could not drive kiki around while blasting baby shark every night, so the next day when munkustrap was at work and she went over to see her parents for advice. she had kiki with her that day because kiki’s daycare center was closed because of pipes bursting in the building/ 

jenny and skimbles told demeter that they had experienced this with the twins, jerrie and teazer when they were the same age and the key was to just keep at it. even if it took 70 times that she needed to keep putting kiki back in bed and reassure her that she was going to be ok. 

demeter decides to take her parents’ advice and tells munkustrap to help her with putting kiki to bed. after they read to kiki, demeter puts kiki down in her bed and munkustrap tucks her in. 

kiki of course is not liking this and she cries getting out of bed. demeter stand sup and puts kiki back into bed tucking her in again telling kiki it was time to go to sleep. the toddler cried and once demeter sat down she got out of bed but this time munkustrap picked up kiki and out her down again. 

kiki keeps getting out of bed every time she is put down in bed. so demeter munkustrap take turns putting her back into bed reassuring her that she is ok. it takes a while and after countless time kiki learns to stay in bed and si crying but remains in bed.

not long afterwards kiki finally goes to sleep and demeter and munkustrap quickly leave the room. they keep doing this every night and it only takes a few nights before kiki’s bedtime tantrums stop and when she is put down for the night she remains in bed.

when kiki is finally sleeping in her big girl bed and not fighting them about going to bed, this takes a lot of stress off demeter and munkustrap and they are able to get the sleep they need. well at least demeter is most of the time because while munkustrap is seeping more, he still stays up way too late doing work, only going to bed when demeter makes him. 

alright that is part 54! this is the longest part i have written so i hope you all enjoyed! let me know what you guys thought and i will see you all for part 55!

[cumbercookiebatchs]

I was thinking of a concept whilst listening to Super Trouper by Abba- and you write the best musician!R - Grantaire on tour for weeks with his music and Enjolras missing him so much he catches a plane to see his last show.

Okay, I was going to bed but I read this and now it's three Am and I DON'T CARE I HAD TO RAMBLE ABOUT THIS. OH MY GOD PERFECTION. Also, some things about an old headcanon of mine slipped in this because you have to know there's a whole universe of Musician!R in my head so I think some things are due to make this more clear but like, just two

1 "Minority" is the name of Grantaire’s band.

2"Blue" is the name of the bar where they started performing.

Also this turned out a bit NSFW? Not really? I'd say maybe Mature on Ao3? I hope you don't mind 😳

Yay let's go

Okay, so, if you were to ask Grantaire, he would say success had come suddenly, but Enjolras had seen it coming from miles away. That's because Grantaire filled his singing with the same passion Enjolras used in his speeches, it was his own personal revolution, and he might deny it, but his choices in music spoke with too high a volume for it to go unnoticed.

Enjolras was a bit ashamed of himself, really, for not noticing before, the truth behind the skepticism, behind the raw, unspoken, repressed rage Grantaire had for the world, buried under layers and layers of bitter sarcasm. His sadness, his resignation, twisted tightly around his soul in front of the mindless brutality of the human kind, his unconditional love for nature. He took such a care to hide it, the flebile flash of hope still sparkling in his chest, afraid to have it torn away from him.

Enjolras almost cried, the first time he heard Grantaire sing "the black parade", back in that suburban bar where he used to play, when the whole room came alive as the piano played that first G note. He almost cried, Grantaire's voice mingling in with the crowd's, as they sang as one, the music building up and up, exploding together with the most heartwrenchin guitar solo Grantaire had ever performed in front of him as he put his whole self in it, and there, that was Grantaire.

It was just a matter of time for someone to notice them,really, and from then, it all went so fast Enjolras had barely time to realize it before his Boyfriend went miles away, along with the other two third of the "Minority" , working as an opening band in the latest "InsertaBand" 's tour.

Now, Enjolras, by nature, was not a clingy person. This does not apply to Grantaire. Call it "making up for lost time", call it " Pontmercying", call it "Enjolras and Grantaire being Madly in love with each other", but once they got together it was hell to keep them parted when they where in the same room. Be it a brushing of hands, their sides pressing together as they sat side by side, or, on more memorable occasions, Enjolras curling himself on Grantaire's lap, but they were always touching.

Also, Grantaire spoiled Enjolras. He did. Since he declared his feelings with hisperformance of "last night on earth" and the subsequent make out session in the Blue's back room, Grantaire started showering Enjolras in attentions, and he did it without even realizing it and Enjolras was So Gone for him. Really. He was full of care, tenderness bursting out of him in every gesture and when they made love the first time, with Enjolras askew on Grantaire's lap, Grantaire's big hands holding him under his bent knees and around his waist, with Enjolras's mouth leaving soft whines and brushed kisses on Grantaire's collarbone, Grantaire's arms moving him, envelopeing him, Enjolras felt himself fall in love all over again, his heart burning in his chest.

Enjolras was gone. As gone as Grantaire was.

That's why his life became a living hell when Grantaire went away. Not in a "I can't live without you" kind of way , more like in a "I miss you so much I could cry" kind of way. Enjolras knew it was over exaggeration, but he had to go from falling asleep to Grantaire's soft voice, humming from between his hairs, to having to sleep alone in a cold bed, and Grantaire's clothes didn't smell like him anymore, And, they tried to never leave marks where they could be seen except for one on Enjolras's collarbone, with Grantaire always making sure not to let it fade, always nibbling and sucking on the same tender patch of skin, and now even that mark is almost gone, a pale yellow blotch on his skin. Do you know how long it takes for something like that to fade away? Too long. And Enjolras couldn't stand it, not with Grantaire miles and miles away.

And his hands, Enjolras misses his hands so much, misses them on his waist, misses them pulling on his hairs, misses them resting on his cheeks, misses the safe feeling he gets as Grantaire holds him at night, it took a week for him to get used to sleeping alone. Misses their soft strumming on Grantaire's guitar as Grantaire hums along, perched up on the counter top while Enjolras cooks for them. Misses their scribbling down, note after note and "no Enj, that's just some warm up, nothing worth playing, really"

Ad it's all worse because Grantaire's voice is on the radio, and when he wants to fall asleep he tries listening to his videos on YouTube, but the Grantaire he sees on the stage it's bursting with energy and laughters and yeah, he loves it, he really does, but he needs Grantaire's voice beside him, humming softly just for him, songs he doesn't really like but knows Enjolras loves so he sings them anyway.

And that's why, on a whim, he buys a ticket to fly all the way to New York, spending a lot more money than fairly necessary.

From the airport it's just a twenty minute ride to Grantaire's hotel, and from there a lot of arguing and a call to Grantaire's manager for the hotel staff to let him into Grantaire's room. Grantaire's not there, he's not due back for another two hours at last, but the room is all messed up and filled with Him, and Enjolras's plans to go and see his Show fly out the window as he jumps on the bed and buries his head between the pillows, inhaling that scent that feels like home.

He blinks his eyes open again and the whole room has gone dark but it doesn't matter, because Grantaire's smiling face is looking down at him, and he's rugged up and smells of smoke and leather and his fingers are between Enjolras's hair, and he looks so happy, still dressed down to his combat boots, and Enjolras's arms wraps around his neck and his face is hurting because he's smiling so hard.

"Grantaire!" he says, and it's filled with joy, and Grantaire laughs as he leans down. He kisses his forehead, his eyes, his nose, his mouth, his chin.

"Ange", and Enjolras blushes, preens under Grantaire's loving stare, "mon Ange, what are you doing here? I thought I was dreaming when I saw you on this bed"

"I just missed you"

"Heavens knows I missed you too, God I missed you so much" Grantaire's hands are on his waist now, his lips burning down his neck, back to that place on Enjolras's collarbone and there, With Grantaire's smell all around him, Grantaire's hands holding him, his voice in his hears and his lips on his skin, there, Enjolras falls in love again.

...

"Grantaire? Are you awake?"

"Yes, what is it? Are you okay?"

"More than so, but, could you sing for me?"

"Of course mon Ange", Grantaire's arms tightens around him, his mouth is lost between Enjolras's blond curls, and he hums lightly, lulling Enjolras back to sleep.

...

"you spent how much on a plane ticket?!"

"Oh shut up, I didn't hear you complaining last night"

"That's because my mouth was down on your-"

"Grantaire!"

....

That's like half of what I thought about but my eyelids are closing so I had to stop 😭

Also I NEED to thank you, because oh my God you really think my Musician!R is good? You made me so happy you have no idea❤️

[creatorofclay]

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I am open to anyone and I don’t have any exclusives, but please bare in mind that I do follow my muse. Sometimes he focuses more on certain threads than others.

DO NOT like a post multiple times or unfollow and refollow multiple times to get my attention. No one likes to see that and I WILL hard block you for it.

I am not mutual exclusive. What does this mean? It means that following is not a requirement to rp with me and that I may not follow back right away. When someone new follows, I don't always jump on and follow right away. It keeps my dash clean to people I know or talk to and interact with. Now, if you are mutual exclusive and you follow me, meaning you want to write with me, I encourage you to reach out. I do that when I follow people I want to write with, whether it be sending asks or liking starter calls or even sending a message. (I don't really do starter calls, I know, but asks are always open, even anon) If you follow because you want to write me, TELL ME.

IN ADDITION TO THIS: If you do wish to message me to start an rp or something, do NOT just message a short message or single word. If you have something to say, I would rather you say it up front. I don’t appreciate the little messages that are just meant to get my attention.

I may be open and non selective, but I DO maintain the right to deny rping with you. Especially if I know you are someone who has had issues with people in the past, immaturity or not respecting boundaries or just plain ignoring what someone says. 

To any and all Gavin muses: Default of my blog is that Elijah is an only child. I will absolutely be your brother if you'd like, I just ask that you let me know it is your intention so we can work out their relationship and childhoods (if they were together, if they knew, etc). it's the only thing I absolutely ask we plan out ahead of time. 

I work evenings(typically) in retail full time IRL so my time can seem scarce or sporadic sometimes. I only ask that you be patient with me, but you are also welcome to poke me if you feel like it’s been a while since I responded. I try to get to everything in a timely manner.

I don’t have any triggers, and I tag everything that is triggering in my posts. If you need something specific tagged, don’t be afraid to ask me. You can send an anon even, if it helps. All triggers are tagged "tw trigger" from me

My side blog is a Simon blog! @itisnothingtodie! He used to be his own account, but when my activity shifted over here to Elijah, I figured it was best to keep him much closer. He is still very low muse at the moment, but if you are interested in him feel free to message me there!

I also now have @finalfcrm, which is my special RK900 blog! My special boy, interact at your own risk ;)

Also be aware if you follow him I follow back from this blog.

Icons are gifts from the lovely @rob0badge uwu

Be gentle with me I am soft. But, I am always happy to make new friends! 

Chloe is also a muse here!!

Private/By request only for any long form RP and any sort of friendships or romantic ships. Everything with her should be discussed before hand to help me out. (Chloe isn't as straight as Elijah, so anyone is welcome. Chloe is welcoming to all love and new to relationships outside of her home. Just bear in mind courting her means dealing with Elijah to some extent)

Asks to Chloe are open to EVERYONE. You need only specify if it is for her. Asks by default are answered by Elijah.

I will not rp Chloe with any Elijah blog at all. This is because her personality is based very heavily on Elijah’s, and my portrayal of him naturally, so it won’t make much sense for her to be one way when other Elijah’s are not the same as mine. (@repliicantceo is the only exception because Eli and Elliot are not actually Elijah)

Chloe was meant to have her own set of tags, but I've changed my mind about that lmao All interactions will still be tagged either Elijah ic or Chloe ic. She will still have her own musing and aesthetic tags

When it comes to shipping…

I am multi-verse and multi-ship, however I will only ship with female muses.

All romance will only be with those over 18 please.

I ship chemistry above all else. If you feel like our characters could have something, let me know! We can talk it out to see how it would go! And also at the same time, I encourage you to follow on if your muse has a crush. Unrequited drama can be very interesting.

Be aware that if you include yourself into a verse with a certain muse I already ship with, there will be drama and choices will have to be made. All interactions are default verse Elijah unless specified otherwise.

That being said... I am also open to poly-shipping if it interests you~

Mun

My name is Ash, I’m 26, she/her pronouns, and I (still, i know) have a deep love for Detroit: Become Human.

My primary RP blog in the fandom was Simon for months, but, Kamski has always been an interesting character to me. He’s exactly the kind of villain/antagonist that I really like. Mysterious, ulterior motives, and fascinated by the main character in some way.

I am incredibly shy, but I’ve been trying to come out of my bubble, but, don’t be afraid to approach me with something if you want. Even if its just to ramble about something in your life or a headcanon you came across. I love it all.

I have a discord, it is much easier to reach me there. Just ask me for it. I am always online on mobile, don’t let the offline status fool you. 

Verses/Timelines found here!!!

History

muse relationships here!

Elijah Kamski was born on July 17th, 2002. He attended the Universirty of Colbridge at a young age and was a bright pupil to Amanda Stern. After graduating at the age of 16, he went on to found CyberLife, moving to Detroit to begin his research into creating domestic intelligent androids. It took years to develop his formula for thirium, but he was finally able to use it the way he wished.

In 2022, his android became the first to pass the Turing Test. Kamski’s thirium 310 solution proved to the world that the artificial beings were ready to move to production. The original, RT600 model, became Kamski’s star, and one he treasured. She was his personal assistant as he worked to create more and more androids, watching his company grow.

His status and company grew and grew, creating a name for himself and putting androids in every home, workplace, and office they could. He was proud of his work, but he always had a curiosity with more. He wondered if the machines he created could someday develop their own consciousness like the sci-fi novels he so loved growing up. Could it really be so easy as a single thought or number change? What if his own Chloe became her own person? Would she stay or would she leave him? Could she be her own person in the real world?

All of his questions couldn’t be answered before his mentor from his university, and good friend, Amanda Stern passed away in early 2027. With her help, he had been trying to answer his own questions, but, both of their busy schedules, along with her sudden illness, got in the way. Kamski was devastated, but, luckily he had a few good friends, including a painter who came to be better known in the 2020’s.

Determined to prove his theory about the consciousness of machines, Kamski proposed to his company the idea of sparking an android revolution. He already had the pieces needed, the perfect leader and a space to control it should things get out of hand. But, the executives didn’t like the idea. They thought he had lost his mind with his grief and was just seeking other outlets. But, sparking an android revolution without any real way to stop it was a terrible idea for business. They old Kamski maybe he just needed a break from it all, give himself time to grieve on his own time. Kamski took the action to heart as a betrayal and stepped down from his position.

He continued to work for the company for a year or so, working on his side project in secret. During this period, he retrofitted his “perfect leader” instead to be a caretaker for his dear friend after he was in an accident. No longer worrying about trying to spark the revolution, he left the programs needed for it inside him, but, took away his connection to the main program he would need to control it.

Finally deciding to officially leave the company, Kamski took his original RT600 he built, as well as a couple ST200s, to keep him company as he isolated himself from the world in his home. His house was built on the edge of the lake, overlooking the peninsula that the CyberLife tower was built on. He saw fit to still keep watch on his old company, if only for curiosity’s sake…

As for Chloe herself…

The RT600 spends her days at Elijah’s side, caring for him and making sure his life doesn’t fall apart. With a personality penned by Elijah Kamski himself, she resembles her creator in more ways than one. She can be just as clever, just as sneaky, and is absolutely protective of those she cares for. A loyal machine with the freedom of a deviant, but she’d never truly leave Elijah.

(To be updated if necessary)

[winteriron-trash]

About Me/FAQ

Hey, welcome to my blog! This is my -well, usually- Marvel-centric blog that has everything WinterIron, Bucky Barnes, and Tony Stark, as well as some general shitposts of my own wild adventures. I figured it’s best to keep up this trend of updating my ‘About Me’ page every follower milestone. So thank you all so much for over 3,000 followers, I never expected to break that many followers, let alone in less than a year on Tumblr. I appreciate each and everyone one of you, so really, thank you for sticking around with my bullshit.

Per the usual, I don’t do drama, I don’t do discourse. If you have a serious problem with me or anything I’ve written/done on this blog, please take it up with me personally. I will delete anon hate (if I get any, I haven’t gotten any yet…) and I think it’s all just pointless. I can be salty and derpy sometimes, but I will never purposely say something malicious. I’m not here for that negativity.

Now, to the FAQs.

Do you have an Ao3/Pillowfort/other social media?

I do have an Ao3, you can find me at Gothic_Lolita. I don’t cross-post everything, and a lot of my stuff on Ao3 isn’t WinterIron or even Bucky or Tony-centric, so if you’d like to see some other stuff I write, feel free to check over there. I don’t have a Pillowfort, nor do I plan on getting one. It took me forever to get this platform right, I’m not in the place to bother learning how to navigate a new one. I don’t do Snapchat or Instagram or Twitter because I am not nearly basic or cool enough for that stuff. The only social media I use is Tumblr and Pinterest, and trust me, my Pinterest is nothing interesting enough to be worth linking.

Do you have a tagging system?

I’m… trying, honestly. I’m trying to adjust my tags and systems because of the… wildness Tumblr is having with blocking and purging certain tags. I try to be funny in my tags, and I swear a lot, and apparently ‘fuck’ is being filtered out of the tag search, so that’s fun and completely screwed me over. As it stands, the important tags are ‘winteriron-trash writes’ (my writing tag), ‘shitposting with becca’ (any wild shitposts of my own sad creation), ‘not about marvel’ (any posts that are my general bullshittery and not Marvel related), ‘becca gives mediocre writing advice’ (a new tag I’m trying to use that’ll tag any post that I give writing advice on), ‘becca spills the tea’ (a tag for whenever I post my metas or opinions on Marvel characters, plots, etc), and the citrus scale which I explain in a post here

Do you write original fiction?

Yes, but I rarely, if ever, post it. I think I have all of one poem on Tumblr, any absolutely nothing original on Ao3. I write original works all the time, especially poetry and novels, but I’m super shy about being vulnerable and putting my stuff out there. I do wanna post my original writing somehow, but considering a fandom blog and Ao3 aren’t really the place for it, I’ll just keep it all hidden inside of me, and one day I’ll die. You’re more than welcome to ask me about any of my original writings, trust me, I am always willing to ramble about the shit I write, it’s pathetic.

What type of fanfiction do you write?

For this blog, mostly WinterIron fics or gen fics focused on Bucky or Tony. I do write about OT3s on here occasionally, but they usually include WinterIron in some way. Most of the time. I’ve somehow gotten to writing some weird stuff lately, to be honest. I’ll work with MCU, Sony Venom, and Spiderverse characters and canon, with the occasionally comic canon shoved in there. I have occasionally written crossover content with DC characters, but that usually relies on comic versions -or at least my own remixes of them- rather than the DCEU. On my masterlist, you can check out all the things I’ve written!

What are your ships besides WinterIron? NOTPs?

I’ll ship almost anything, and I’m a huge fan of rarepairs/interesting relationships simply to explore the possibilities of it, particularly when they include Bucky or Tony. My top OTPs besides WinterIron are currently Phlint, FalconShield, and BlackPepper. As for NOTPs, I strongly dislike Stucky, Stuckony, Thorki, and Staron for reasons of just not being able to see those characters together romantically. Feel free to send me the wildest rarepair your mind can think of, chances are I’ve probably already thought of it myself so I’d love the chance to ramble about/write for it. I’m a big fan of weird OT3s as well, just see the weird shit on my masterlist.

Are you in any fandoms besides Marvel?

I’m into DC, Star Trek, classic literature, Percy Jackson/HoO/Kane Chronicles, She-Ra, Carmen Sandiego, indie gaming, Supernatural, vulture culture, HYDRA Trash Party, and musicals. Yes, I’m aware I was born to be a geek. Trust me, I’ve grown very used to it.

Do you take prompts?

Honestly, sending me a prompt/headcanon/idea is a shot in the dark. I have prompts sitting in my inbox that has been there for about a year that I’ve been meaning to write. Chances are if you send me a prompt yes I’ve seen it, yes I think it’s lovely, but god I do not have the time. Occasionally a prompt will really grab my eye and I’ll just have to write something for it, but sometimes even that can take months to finish. Don’t be surprised if you send me a prompt and I randomly fill it seven months later. I’m prone to doing so. I love being tagged in existing prompt/headcanon posts and asked to write it (as I have a bad habit of hijacking posts to write stuff for them to begin with…) just know that once again the chances of me writing it are about a 50/50. Also, make sure the OP is okay with you asking me to write it, it’s never my intention to steal someone else’s spotlight, I just want to take cool ideas and throw my two cents in.

Is there anything you won’t write?

Drugs and alcohol are hard nos for me. They’re personal triggers that if you really want to know more about, you can send me an ask or message about. If I’ve listed something as a NOTP, I will not write anything with it. I strongly dislike writing kid fics, mundane AUs, damsel in distress Tony fics, and A/B/O, but I’m willing to work with an idea if it’s good enough. It really depends on the situation.

Do you offer writing advice/reviews?

Yep! I’m down to answer any questions on writing fanfic or just writing in general. I love talking about writing and all that. Seriously, I like talking about writing almost as much as I like talking about Marvel. I’m more than open to reading a few chapters of your fic or book or whatever and telling you my honest thoughts, but I probably won’t have time to read all of it if it’s more than 5k long, because I’m just a busy person. And I will be honest because I want to be helpful. Don’t ask me for my honest opinion if you just want your ego stroked.

Can I ask your opinion on [insert topic here]?

Always. I am always open to sharing my honest opinions, regardless of backlash I’ll receive for it. I’d rather be my honest self online -the one place I can be my honest self- then a fake mask made to please others. Whether it be fandom ships, in-universe meta, or non-fandom related topics, feel free to ask me. I love talking meta, or just general thoughts and opinions on random stuff. Trust me, I’m far too opinionated for my own good. Ask literally anyone who’s met me.

How long have you been writing?

All seventeen years of my sad, sad life. I loved writing stupid little stories when I was a kid, that slowly morphed into shitty “books”, then I went through a poetry phase in junior high, and when I was about 14 I wrote my first fanfiction. I posted my first fanfic when I was 15, and have been posting fanfiction for over a year and a half now. I started Tumblr in late February but didn’t start writing fics here until about March because I am a shy bitch.

Aaaaaaand now for some stupid shit about me you didn’t ask for.

My name is Becca, or Winter, or Dumbass, whatever you prefer, and I’m a dumbfuck 17 yr old lesbian from upstate New York. (The ‘upstate’ part is important. Don’t ask me if I live in NYC. Just don’t.) I’m a junior in high school and planning to study English and Marketing in college, to hopefully become an editor. Hopefully. I’m actually a pretty boring and dumb bitch, which makes it all the more concerning that I am steadily gaining popularity on this hellsite. Someone help me.

I mentioned some of my interests above, but some other stuff I’m into includes knitting, playing piano, tea, collecting (hoarding) notebooks, photography, editing, music, and being a general idiot. I’m a wild child in ripped jeans and a leather jacket, which should not fool you because I’m far too shy and afraid of everything to be cool like that. I sound a lot cooler online because I’ve gotten so used to online interactions from making friends and running my own Discord server, but in real life I am unrecognizable. I’ve been in a grade of 60 people with the same people since kindergarten and some of them still don’t know my name.

I’m mentally ill and all that, but we’re working on getting… better. Writing schedules are a mess from me and sometimes I’m falling apart so, that’s fun. It doesn’t usually affect my blog because I internalize that shit, but occasionally the self-deprecating humor can get to be a little too close to the truth. And just the general spastic nature of my blog reflects the utter chaos of my mind.

So anyway, that’s me, please be my friend. Also, because this seems to come up more and more. Please don’t be afraid of me/intimidated by me. I know I look all cool and popular, but I am literally a hot mess just like the rest of us. If you want to climb your way into my messages and just,,,, scream at me about something you think I’d like, or just scream in general, go ahead. I really won’t mind, I promise. I need… friends, or so my therapist tells me.

Oh, and here’s a face reveal.

Yes, I am that absolute idiot of a person, lying splat in the middle of my elementary playground field for,,,, reasons???? I don’t really remember the story behind that picture tbh, but it’s my entire personality in a single picture, so I dig it.

And here’s my actual face, with a cheap ring in my mouth and a fox filter because I thought I looked cute, okay? Leave me be.

Tadah.

I swear I’m funny and talented sometimes, please like me.

As always, feel free to send me an ask or a message about anything you’d like. 

Check out my Masterlist if you want, and join my Discord Server.

[tytodreams]

space to wonder, part one

summary: Hal Jordan comes to while drifting out in space in the middle of nowhere, and even though he’s accompanied by his fellow Green Lantern, Guy Gardner, things aren’t exactly looking good for either of them.  

author’s note: this is part one of a two part (or maybe three part?) fanfic set in my DC headcanon verse. It’s from Hal’s perspective for a change. And yes, all of the unfamiliar space location names were pulled directly from my ass.

you can find part two here

The world is upside down.

Everything is a lazy swirl of shadow and his fingertips are so numb that he can scarcely even feel them. Hal isn’t sure if he knows where he is anymore. Space is black and endless and empty. And everything is so, so cold.  

“......big bad dino......big bad dino ahead.......”

That’s Guy’s voice. He recognizes it immediately ― that’s Guy’s voice. That’s Guy’s nonsensical mutterings and that’s Guy’s limp body floating nearby. Hal blinks and tries to chase away the blurred pictures in his mind; the strange haze of light and color and darkness.

“......big bad di-no-saur ahead, yeeup. Big baddie dino with big bad teeth,” Guy’s head is tipped forward, chin resting against his chest as he blabbers on. Hal can see him properly now ― just a few feet away and outlined faintly in green.  

“Di-no-saur! Yeeup, yeeup!” the ginger slurs again to no one in particular. His words are the only noise in the silent vacuum of space.

Big bad dinosaur.......big bad dinosaur? Hal can’t make sense of it. All he knows is that his head hurts and that it hurts bad. He winces, teeth grinding together, trying to bite down against the pain. It feels like there’s an iron spike being driven into the left side of his skull, over and over and over.......

Weakly, Hal lifts his fingers to his temple. Wet. There’s something wet against his skin. He pulls his hand away, narrows his eyes, and tries to get a better look at it. The more accustomed he becomes to being awake, the sharper his surroundings appear. They’re all beginning to look real now; like proper images instead of smears of color and light.

There’s blood on his fingers. He’s bleeding. Hal chokes slightly, takes a deep breath and pulls in air from nothing. There’s no oxygen in outer space. But somehow, he can take it from his shield ― from the green light surrounding him.  

Hal groans and touches his head again. It’s still wet, but the bleeding has begun to slow down and the blood itself has started to harden around the edges of the wound. He guesses it to be some sort of cut across the left temple.

“.......di-no-saur......di-no-saur......di-no-saur.......” Guy remains close by, still lolling around on his back. But something doesn’t seem right when Hal looks at him this time around. Because this time his eyes are swollen shut by bruises; and his whole lower face and jaw is stained with blood. His neck is red and covered in marks. His limbs twitch.

It takes Hal a few moments, but finally the image registers and he jolts forward in surprise. Muscles tensed and eyes widening, he’s hit with a sudden wave of panic. Guy is injured. Oh fuck, Guy is injured, and he’s injured bad.

Despite the shooting pain in his temple, Hal starts glancing frantically about himself. Where are they? Where are they and how did they get here? What happened? His heart rate picks up. Hal’s body trembles and he parts his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.  He searches the empty star fields in vain. It feels like his mind is going at a million miles an hour. What’s happening? What’s happening? What’s happening?

Hal squeezes his eyes shut. No, stop. He clutches his head in his hands and barks angrily to himself, don’t panic. Don’t be afraid. You’re in space and you’re with Guy, and you’re both in bad shape but he’s worse off. But you’ll be okay ― you’ll both be okay. Call John. Call Kilowog.  

He pulls his bloodied hands away and breathes in. The ring on his finger is burning cold. It reminds him of stepping into the shower when his feet are numb; the way that hot water feels as it washes over chilled skin. Hal’s whole body is tingling.  

If he’s going to call for help, he’s going to have to tell the ring who to call. So, he focuses on John’s face. He tries to imagine the way his nose slopes and the exact hue of his irises. It’s a face that Hal knows well, so it shouldn’t be hard, now should it?

But when he thinks, he can’t think of John. And when he reaches out for a face and for a name, it isn’t John’s. It’s someone else’s. It’s someone the ring can’t call.

Barry. It’s Barry’s face. It’s his square jaw and round cheeks, and his short, golden hair. And when Hal tries to push the face and name away for Kilowog’s instead, it doesn’t go. He wants to show the ring a fellow Lantern he can call, but his mind isn’t listening. He can’t see John’s face and he can’t see Kilowog’s. The only name is Barry’s name. The only face is Barry’s face. His snub nose and big blue eyes. His easy, all-American smile.

There’s a stab of wistfulness in Hal’s chest. Something that he can’t really describe, some sort of sorrowful feeling that fills him with inexplicable joy. He’s seeing Barry’s face and he’s remembering something. A recent memory, but nothing all that important in the grand scheme of things. A memory.......

He was sitting in a red leather booth in some cheap diner in Missouri. It was a Saturday or maybe a Sunday; a day when Barry could get off work early if convinced. And Barry was sitting across from him, dressed in a blue argyle sweater vest and pleated long sleeves and khakis. And Barry was smiling too. And he was digging into his meal, and pensively tapping his foot against the tiled linoleum floors. He looked so handsome in those clothes. They fit him so well and the blue of the sweater brought out his eyes.

So naturally, Hal made a remark about him looking like a nerd. Barry rolled his eyes and ate a French fry. Then he pointed out a bruise on Hal’s cheek and started scolding him over it. And Hal tried to wave him off ― told him it was from a skirmish with Black Hand or some other earthbound baddie. But Barry knew better. He always seems to know better. And Barry stared at him for a moment, almost unnervingly serious, and then finally his face broke out into a wide grin.  

“Liar!” he exposed Hal right away, “You and Oliver were being stupid and messing around again, weren’t you?” And Hal tried to act offended, tried to hide his embarrassment at Barry having so easily realized the truth. He’d been sparring with Ollie in the boxing ring at the Arrow hideout when Dinah had stopped by to watch. And when she’d leaned against the rails, the boys had started yapping their big mouths off; started teasing her as they mock-fought.    

Not a good idea, naturally. Because then she’d jumped into the ring and kicked them both hard in their sorry rears. “And a kiss on the cheek each didn’t exactly make it any less painful, Di,” they’d have liked to say. And when Superman asked Ollie how he’d gotten a black eye, he’d panicked and claimed he’d walked into a door. He’d started blushing like a madman when Hal laughed, and Hal was the lucky one because he didn’t need an excuse. No matter what, it seemed like there was always some sort of scrape on him, so people had eventually just stopped asking. Except for Barry, of course.

And in that little Missouri diner, Hal had finally surrendered to Barry. He admitted that Dinah had “whooped his ass” and that “if we’re being honest, Ollie got it worse ‘cause he called her a ‘wannabe Joan Jett’ and that was just rude.” Still smiling, Barry shook his head and muttered a “knew it”, continued emptying another carton of fries. And Hal shrugged and leaned back in his seat. He knocked his knee against Barry’s, heard the speedster hum approvingly, and smiled back at him. Smiled when he sighed and said, “What am I going to do with you?”  

But he’d also kept an eye on the other patrons too. Because as much as he hates to admit it, deep down, he’s always been rather self-conscious. And he didn’t exactly want to deal with anyone going on about stupid stuff then either. Not then, when Barry was sitting across from him, smiling like the sun and telling him all about his day. And he’d had a really good day, so Hal had wanted to hear all of it. The fingerprint analysis that Barry and his colleagues worked on that had helped solve a case down at the station. The two friendly border collies he’d met in the park during his morning run. The little girl he’d helped get her kite out of a tree and who’d given him a hug in thanks. And Hal sipped the strawberry milkshake he’d weaseled away from Barry and listened to him rave about the new materials the lab would be getting next week.    

“And this microscope is so much more powerful than the one we have now. It has twenty different lenses, and you won’t believe how sleek it looked in the catalogue......”

“Hey! Di-no-saur! Di-no-saur! Bad, bad, bad!”

Hal tumbles back into the present. His eyes widen when Guy yells and the hairs on the back of his neck raise. He’s weightless. There’s nothing solid beneath him, no leather booth in Missouri or concrete sidewalk under his feet, only empty space, only distant lights scattered across eternal blackness. Only nothing.

The cut on his head doesn’t hurt anymore. When he touches it, the wound throbs gently, but any pain it gives off is so minor that he can barely feel it. Hal lurches forward and the blood drains from his face. Guy is unnaturally pale.

He’s still muttering nonsense and floating too far away from him for comfort. Hal settles his quaking limbs and looks his comrade over, trying to gauge the exact distance between them. Five and a half, six......? He propels himself forward a few feet and maneuvers around Guy as carefully as he can. He slips his hands under Guy’s arms and pulls him up against himself. Guy’s head is tilted back, chin pointed upwards and jaw twitching slightly as he rambles on. The faint green aura from his ring appears to be the only thing keeping him afloat.

Hal curses under his breath and tries to adjust his hold on the other Lantern. Guy may be a thousand times lighter in space, but whatever beating Hal received earlier isn’t exactly helping his arms stay steady. The wound on his head doesn’t hurt anymore, but the rest of his body sure aches like a son of a bitch.

What happened? He’s racking his brain, struggling to remember. Where are they? How the hell did this happen? How the hell did they end up here? How......?

“Dino......dino......” Guy sputters childishly, his shoulders knocking into Hal’s chest. The other man winces but doesn’t let go. His ribs must be bruised ― that would explain the tugging in his chest whenever he breathes. “Dino......dino......dino.......”

Then it hits him. Dinosaur. Hal remembers now, oh goddamn, he remembers now. Dinosaur. Atrocitus. The Red Lantern’s hulking form looms over Hal’s memory and he clutches onto Guy a little too tightly in response. He knows where they are, why they’re here, what happened, and everything else in between.  

The Corps had gained intel on some recent Red Lantern sightings out in sector 2075 in the Oberix and Talmayn systems. The more the number of sightings increased, the more uneasy the Guardians became about the possibility of a reformation of the Red Lantern Corps ― a not at all unfounded concern. Especially considering the jailbreak incident roughly one Earth year back, and the fact that former Red Lantern general, Atrocitus, happened to be one of the escapees.  

Salaak had sent Guy and Hal, by order of the Guardians, to do recon out in sector 2075. After all, word-of-mouth rumors don’t guarantee reality. In order to act, there needs to be confirmation. And it was their duty to deny or to confirm.  

Well, Hal thinks to himself as he floats aimlessly about, Guy dangling in his arms, at least our suspicions have been confirmed. Joy.

Perhaps they shouldn’t have sent Hal Jordan on a Red Lantern reconnaissance mission, knowing that Atrocitus would almost certainly be involved. General Atrocitus, who happens to have a vendetta against plucky Green Lantern “captain” Hal Jordan. Because Hal Jordan was the one that foiled his grand invasion of Oa. He was the one that defeated him in battle in front of his own men and then imprisoned him in a science cell to rot for (hopefully) the rest of his life. Yes, that Hal Jordan.

If one thinks about it rationally, they might come to the conclusion that a mission tends to become a bit more dangerous when the enemy in question would like nothing more than to flay you alive. It’s just common sense, really.

Hal struggles to hold back his laughter. He’d rather not test the pain receptors in those bruised ribs of his with a verbal expression of self-loathing.  

He and Guy had scoured the entire Oberix system without any luck, and by the time they’d reached the Talmayn and it’s yellow dwarf sun, they’d gotten a bit lazy. Instead of giving straight-backed salutes to the occupants of the mining operations and refueling stations they’d swung by, the two had plowed in with informal bursts of sardonic humor and good-natured jabs. Guy had accepted free drinks at a rest stop bar almost took quickly, and Hal had wowed a company of Yulqazz miners by breaking his record of consecutive backflips in space.

Thirty-seven, to be exact. The trick is to breathe deeply and consistently, and to focus on your core so you don’t get dizzy.  

None of the locals in either solar system had much of anything to say about the supposed Red Lantern sightings. Most of them denied seeing anything at all, while the few that did couldn’t seem to place any specifics. As far as Guy and Hal were aware, there really wasn’t anything substantial this side of sector 2075. Maybe the Uhbeld system would’ve been a better place to check.

Whatever the answer was, the two of them had conceded that there was no point in staying there anymore. So, Hal recalls himself and Guy taking off from the docks of a refueling station, headed for the nearest long-jump portal back to Oa. They’d started talking ― of course, talking with Guy had always been a trip, and it is even more so now after his onslaught of head-related injuries.

Guy’s brain damage certainly causes him some issues. His memory, his speech patterns, and his ability to compartmentalize things are all pretty muddled. The past couple of years have been quite rough for him and he’s had to relearn a surprising amount of basic tasks. But, luckily for him, the medical expertise offered by the Green Lantern Corps is far more advanced than that on Earth. And even though Guy has never exactly been one to trust doctors or hospitals ― and Hal can’t blame him for that, seeing that he’s very much the same ― Guy has been remarkably lenient with what the Corps have provided.  

That makes sense to Hal though. The Corps may not always know what they’re doing, but if he were given a chance to significantly fix the damage done to his brain, he would jump on it immediately as well. Thinking about that, Hal winces at all the brain cells that he’s probably lost to concussions and alcohol. It certainly isn’t a small amount.

Guy still sounds rather childish when he speaks sometimes. Not that he ever had a very sophisticated manner of speaking before, but Hal finds there’s still something notably immature in the way he talks. Maybe it’s how he sounds things out or the words he chooses to use ― again, Hal isn’t sure ― but there is a distinct difference in how he communicated before and how he communicates now.

He was calling Atrocitus a “big bad red dinosaur with a face full of warts” when they got ambushed. Ah, yes. They’d been ambushed. Hal remembers now, how they’d been joking amongst themselves when at least twenty Red Lanterns had shot out from behind a cluster of asteroids and taken them by surprise. And Atrocitus had happened to be one of them.

It was a miracle that Guy had managed to finish his sentence at all.

“......Hal? .......Hal?” speaking of the ginger brickhouse, he appears to have opened his eyes ― or at least tried to. With those nasty yellow-green bruises, it’s hard to tell.

Hal’s heart leaps in his chest at the sound of his own name, and he turns around to grab his comrade by the shoulders, “Guy! Oh god, Guy, you’re awake! Stay awake, okay?” He knows from experience that drifting off after a bad beating or a blow to the head is far from a good thing.

Guy tilts his head slightly, a look of confusion crossing his face. But he doesn’t say anything in return. He just blinks his eyes and then starts looking around slowly, as if he’s just woken up from a long nap. Hal isn’t sure if he can see out of such bloated eyes, but at least he can still feel things, because when Guy flexes his fingers, he winces and holds them still. He must have broken something or hurt the joints while throwing a punch.

Hal moves around him and tries to get a better view of his head. There doesn’t appear to be any serious damage to Guy’s cranium, which is good. He’s already gone through enough; another round of brain damage issues would just be cruel by this point. They’d probably make his current mood swings even worse.  

After examining the other man’s head, Hal swings back around to face Guy and puts his hands firmly on his shoulders. They’re roughly an arm’s length apart and floating somewhere in the Talmayn solar system, in a sector that Hal knows fairly well. If he’s being honest with himself, it could be worse, and Hal is glad that it isn’t.

He draws one hand away from a still woozy guy and brings it up to his face, eyeing the green light. He needs to call for help and this time he can’t get distracted. There are Red Lanterns in sector 2075 and they are undeniably dangerous. They’re also still out here somewhere, and that doesn’t ease Hal’s nerves in the slightest.

Especially seeing that he and Guy are still alive. That’s the part that really worries him.  

Why would Atrocitus and his men ambush him and another Green Lantern only to let them live? It would have made more sense to kill them for vengeance or to capture and imprison them to hold for ransom or to torture for information. So why beat them senseless and then leave them alive? Atrocitus was no idiot ― he wouldn’t have just assumed they were dead, he would have made sure. So why just leave them where he found them instead of taking them as prisoners if killing wasn’t his intent?

Hal doesn’t like this. He doesn’t like this one bit. He has to call John and he has to call him now. Hal closes his eyes and conjures up the name and face he needs ― needs not wants ― he reminds himself bitterly. He needs someone like John, someone that can help him. He wanted Barry. But Barry can’t help him. Barry’s lightyears and lightyears away and even the fastest man alive can’t run across the stars.

Besides, it would be cruel to ask him to. Hal’s chest clenches at the thought of everything that Barry might do for him. Because Barry’s a good man, and even though it seems cliché to say it, Hal really can’t think of another way to explain it. He’s just a good man. And he believes that Hal is too. That Hal deserves to have someone who would leave the Milky Way for him. Who would leap over Orion’s Shield and dart across the Pillars of Creation.  

Who would come to him galaxies away from Earth with hope in their eyes and tell him that everything will be alright.

And that thought is just too much. It makes Hal’s limbs weak again and it makes his grip on Guy’s shoulder go slack. Hopefully the other man is conscious enough to stay in the same orbit as him, because Hal really doesn’t know if he has the strength to pull him back in right now. He needs Barry to leave his mind. He needs to think with his head and not his heart.

John’s face comes into view of his mind’s eye. Strong cheekbones and broad nose, tight mouth and curious eyes. He’s as quiet and contemplative-looking as always and Hal can’t help but snicker a little. People always seem to imagine John as some sort of “deep-thinker” ― after all, he always looks so lost in thought, like one of those ancient Greek philosophers.

People always assume things.  

Just last week, during the Justice League’s most recent meeting, John had given everyone in the room that deep-eyed look. He’d nodded thoughtfully and tilted his head in consideration each time someone spoke. And then, roughly half an hour in to yet another one of Batman’s monotonous and excruciatingly boring speeches, he’d leaned over in his seat and whispered to Hal, “I had to wake up real early on Oa, so I could get here on time and I’m damn sure that I accidentally put Katma’s ear lotion on my toothbrush. I can still taste it. Can you make some sort of distraction, so I can grab a cup of water? It’s all I’ve been thinking about for the past six hours.”

A real deep-thinker, alright. The next Socrates, for sure. Hal stops himself from trying to laugh at the memory ― his chest still hurts when he exerts it too much.

Instead he focuses on his ring. It’s begun to glow more brightly than before, as he draws in all the willpower he can. The low hum it gives off is reassuring, and if you listen closely enough, the ring sounds like it’s singing. Hal told Ollie about it once before, but he didn’t believe him. Even when Hal had put it up close to Ollie’s ear and let the ring settle into a harmony, Ollie said he still couldn’t hear a thing.  

But Hal knows he can hear the ring. It sings to him because that’s how it communicates. He made Dinah and Barry listen to it too, and even Tom when he first realized that it could. Yet none of them heard it. So, he was anxious when he asked John if his ring sang to him too ― he hadn’t wanted to look stupid by asking Kilowog or Sinestro at the time when he was younger. He’d asked John if the ring sang to him and John looked at him as though the answer was obvious.  

“Of course, it does.”

So, he asked Kilowog and Katma and Tomar Re too, and all their answers were the same: “What kind of question is that? Of course, the ring sings.” And that settled it then. Only ring-bearers can hear the ring. No one else can make sense of it ― all those melodies are just distant hums to them. They can’t hear the songs and they can’t feel the words that the songs embed into the ring-bearers’ minds. A shame, really......there’s nothing else in the universe like it.

“This is Green Lantern, John Stewart. Who is this?”

Hal hears that familiar voice and he feels like he could fly to the moon and back. Finally, John. Good old John. He tries to cry out the other man’s name in excitement, but he finds himself breathless and croaking out a weak, “Jo-hn” instead. Hal winces at the sound of it, yet still, he continues, “It’s Hal. I’m with Guy and we’re fucked, dude. We’re fucked up.”

“Hal?” John’s voice is warbled slightly by the ring, “......do you and Guy still have all your limbs?”  

It’s a slightly ridiculous but understandable question. In fact, Hal takes a moment to glance over himself and then Guy again just in case, before replying, “Yeah. Everything’s still there. We got ambushed, John. There were Red Lanterns, ‘bout nineteen or twenty of them. And Atrocitus ― Atrocitus was there........”

He can hear a muffled, “shit......” from John’s end. “Where are you two?”

Floating around aimlessly, Hal struggles to gain his bearings. He searches the open space around them, the asteroid fields, the distant stars, the occasional planet as it falls into view. “We’re still in sector 2075,” he rasps, “somewhere near the Kylaaq Belt.........Talmayn System.......I, I think we might be near the planet......Givnuer? Terrestrial, no native life......yellow dwarf star. Talmayn’s the one with the yellow dwarf, Oberix is red.......”

Guy has started babbling incoherently again, his head lolling against Hal’s shoulder. He looks as if he may start drifting off into unconsciousness and that isn’t a good sign at all. Hal grunts and carefully pushes Guy about arm’s-length away from him. He shakes his shoulders a little, trying to keep him awake. The murmuring ceases and Guy blinks drowsily.

“How far?” John asks, and Hal thinks he can hear concern.  

“Huh?” Hal looks back to his ring. He’s still in a bit of a daze himself.  

“How far from Givnuer?”

Keeping his hold on Guy, Hal twists his head around as best he can and attempts to judge their distance from the planet. “Four......four AU.......maybe three?” He gives the area a quick scan with his ring and waits for the responding hum, “......yeah. Yeah, about four.”

“Okay,” John sounds relieved despite the vocal distortion the rings tend to cause, “If your rings are looking low on power, jettison over there immediately. Try to conserve energy. We’ll be there as quickly as we can.”

“Thanks, John,” Hal sighs, his shoulders sagging and his free hand dropping away from Guy’s arm.

John exhales, “Of course,” and then ends the call, already heading off to go fetch a proper rescue team. In the meantime, Hal turns his attention back to his less stable teammate. Guy is wobbling back and forth, still gazing blankly at the empty space around himself. The dried blood from his nose and jaw cover the entire lower half of his face, and it almost looks like some sort of patchy reddish-brown beard; not entirely unbelievable for the ginger to have.

“Hal.......” he murmurs, “Hal, I heard Johnny.......”

Hal steadies him with both hands again, “That was Johnny. I called him, he’s gonna come get us.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

Guy hums in consideration before slumping forward, resting his head against Hal’s shoulder, “Don’t feel good. Hope Johnny comes soon.”

“He will,” Hal accepts the weight and cocks his head to the left. He narrows his eyes in the direction of Givnuer. Would it be best for them to go there and rest like John suggested, or can they just wait it out......?

“Hal?”

He tears his eyes away from the distant planet and says to Guy, “Yeah? What is it?”

The concussed Green Lantern screws up his battered face, looking more like a curious child than a six foot four Baltimorean, “Were you scared?”

“......what?”

“Were you scared? When the dino showed up?”

“...........”

Hal doesn’t blink. He isn’t looking at Guy anymore though — his gaze is fixed on Givnuer again. It looks pale and reddish from a distance, reminding him vaguely of Mars. Mars; J’onn’s home planet, less than one Solar AU from Earth. And Earth, so far away from here........  

“I was,” Guy says nonchalantly and (Hal wonders if even he knows it) with incredible irony, “I thought I wasn’t gonna make it back home. Were you thinkin’ ‘bout home, Hally?”

“......no.”

“Hhm......I was thinkin’ ‘bout home......I was thinkin’ ‘bout my Tora an’ ‘bout Bea too. An’ stupid Ted an’ Booster even......an’ I was thinkin’ ‘bout my old students......hell, my old woman an’ her husband too — even if they’re awful.......I was scared I wouldn’t see any of ‘em again......”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.......” it’s strange to hear Guy speak so softly; speak so calmly and in little more than a whisper, “......Hal? Were you thinkin’ ‘bout anyone?”

Hal throws Guy’s arm over his shoulder. He shifts around a bit, trying to support him in a half-carry before finally setting course for Givnuer, “I guess I was.”

Guy’s cheek is pressed against Hal’s shoulder. His swollen eyelids droop and he doesn’t look at the other man when he speaks. Like Hal’s are, Guy’s eyes are focused only on the approaching planet, “......your Barry?”

Though every nerve in his body is immediately struck with the desire to freeze, Hal presses onward instead. His skin is riddled with pinpricks and the green blaze of light around him takes on a wavering image. There’s something heavy stuck in his throat. Something heavy sliding slowly — so painfully slowly — and dropping down into his chest. There’s something heavy settling between his ribs. Something heavy trying to smother the delicate façade onto which his heart so desperately clings.    

His Barry.........his Barry.

The two Lanterns fly on in silence. Hal gives no response and Guy doesn’t push him to. At one point, Hal worries that Guy has fallen asleep; but fortunately, the other man blinks through his bruises and manages to keep his chin up. He even musters enough strength to straighten out his back, easing some of the pressure off Hal. Roughly halfway to Givnuer, they both get a twenty percent warning from their rings and Hal speeds up a fraction or two.

Guy starts humming something under his breath. It’s some sort of song, maybe even a lullaby, but Hal doesn’t recognize it. Despite his exhaustion, the inky void of space still makes for a surprising comfort. The shivering stars and roving meteors seem to urge him forward as he pulls his comrade to safety. Hal tries not to think about Atrocitus or the Red Lanterns. He tries not to think about Earth and certainly not anyone on it. He tries not to think about.......Barry.

Guy stops humming as they reach the edges of Givnuer’s outer atmosphere. He gives a little burst from his own ring to aide Hal as the two of them prepare for entry. The world around them turns starkly rose-colored, and the burning green light of their shields become tipped with fuchsia. Guy and Hal descend softly into the afternoon sky, streaks of color trailing behind. Both men are as silent as the barren world below them.

They remain silent all the way there.

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Teslen + gamer au, reality tv show au (y'know, like The X Factor or Pop Stars or whatevs), high school au. Sam/Jack + supernatural beings au... Oh! And Doctor/Rose + Star Trek au. XD

Okay, I’m putting this all under a cut, because it’s going to get super long and super rambly. I wasn’t kidding about the novel outlines. Oh, and I’m also tagging @viennainspringtime​ because I feel you might like this. (Yours is coming soon. I have the second AU already done and am working on the first, and yes, they will be long and rambly like these. ;) )

Teslen Gamer AU

Helen is the guild leader, super invested, mains cleric or wizard and probably switches between the two, but has one of every class and knows all of them decently well. Probably tanky cleric because nobody else wants to do it and it needs doing. Her characters’ names are all some variation of the same gamer handle.

Nikola is that guy from a remote country with a crappy connection — or at least that’s what he blames it on when he gets trounced, but half the time his oddball builds and combos actually work, pretty fantastically (the other half of the time he dies nearly immediately. There is no in-between. He is a full glass cannon long-range mage and refuses to ever touch anything else. He’s always up to date on the latest balance tuning and class changes and is constantly fiddling with his build.) He only has one character he really plays, with a lore-conform name and an elaborate in-universe headcanon backstory.

Nikola never actually joins her guild, but she invites him along on raids anyways. All the guild members grumble about it in private, though sometimes his firepower comes in handy, and Helen is a great guild leader otherwise.

Nikola didn’t actually realize Helen was a woman at first, then once he learned started cracking jokes about how, “oh, that explains my deep and lasting attraction to you.” She never takes him seriously, but he doesn’t ask for pictures of her tits so she quite frankly doesn’t care (and sometimes the flirting is fun). He is, of course, dead serious.

They met in a random dungeon run during off-hours (or rather, Helen had a free morning and Nikola was staying up far too late as usual). They synched in a way only gamers will get, and began to hang around at those times when they could in the hopes of catching one another online again. The pick-up groups during off-hours became a Thing for them, teaching  newbies how to do it and landing some loot in the process. (Helen gives all the explanations, Nikola is always just like “do this” and then gets annoyed when they don’t do it right and so half the dungeon run is just them bickering back and forth about patience and learning and so forth. “You didn’t have to do this,” from Helen always shuts him right up — because of course he’ll do this just to spend time with Helen but it wouldn’t do to seriously admit that — and she’s learned to use it sparingly because it makes him go all weird.)

Nikola loves to roleplay within the game, but Helen doesn’t. He regales her with tales of character drama, and she vents to him about guild infighting she has to deal with.

There was one half-hearted attempt at roleplay between them, which ended up getting heated. They didn’t have cybersex but that night saw them both incredibly sexually frustrated as they logged off. They don’t talk about it.

Helen’s real-life boyfriend already had issues with her gaming but the time she spends with Nikola is the last straw. There’s a fight, and they break up. Helen doesn’t tell Nikola any of this, because it sits oddly with her and it should really have no bearing on her and Nikola’s relationship.

The guild sets up a voice chat server for raiding. Nikola has a permanent guest pass on it, though he doesn’t use it for raids, claiming it sinks his ping to intolerable levels. Helen *only* uses it for raids. They almost studiously avoid one another on it for the longest time. Helen logged in once to overhear him talking with some of the guild members about mage builds and fell in love with his accent. Nikola desperately wants to hear her voice.

Finally one day during low-pressure routine dungeon runs with a pick-up group, he suggests they talk. A little hesitantly, Helen agrees. Nikola’s holding his breath as she turns on her mic and her voice is perfect because it’s hers.

They end up talking several times a week (in her leader’s private channel), and Helen isn’t sure why she avoided this before (it crosses her mind that her ex might have gotten the right idea after all).

Nikola finally can’t stand not knowing how she feels about him, only him being him, he goes about it all wrong and asks why she spends so much time with him. She’s surprised, a little disappointed, a little offended. He doesn’t have to spend time with her if he doesn’t want and she tells him that, but that she enjoys his company and thought he enjoyed hers.

He can’t help but pry further, why she enjoys his company, why does she like him, how does she like him. When she finally asks him why he’s asking all these obnoxious impossible questions today, he blurts out “I think I’m in love with you.”

She takes it as one of his jokes at first, only he reassures her he’s serious, and she goes quiet.

He fears he’s ruined everything; she tells him she just needs some time to think it over and adjust, but she’s gone for several days. He’s glued to his computer insofar as he can be, hoping against hope she’ll log on again, though he knows she’s told her guild members she’ll be absent for a week, maybe longer.

She’s different when she does come back, a little quieter, wants to talk with him immediately.

She just took her final exams to graduate med school, she tells him, the first she’s really talked about her life outside of nerd culture or the game, besides having mentioned her boyfriend once upon a time when he started flirting. She just took her final exams, and she took them in a fog, because she couldn’t keep him off her mind.

She asks him if he’s serious, if he meant it about being in love with her. Of course he’s serious. He’s told her everything about himself, all his secrets— reassures her it’s all true.

She’s terribly afraid of being toyed with, because this is Nikola and he flirts with almost everyone, men and women alike. He asks what he can do to prove it to her.

She wants him to play a cleric in their next raid, so she can run her mage for once. He does, rolls one and power-levels it in time, even if it’s slightly undergeared. (He’s actually almost as good a cleric as he is a mage.)

They switch off after that, though not without Nikola complaining dramatically every time she makes him go healer.

Helen slowly opens up to him, tells him about her life, about her day. (She did pass her exams.) She finds she relishes it, relaxing with him whenever she can, letting down the wall between hobby and “real life” a little.

He doesn’t make any grand declarations again, doesn’t dare ask what they are or if that was enough or anything like that. More than friends, hopefully, but he doesn’t know what.

Helen is the one who asks. “It feels so middle school to ask if you want to be my boyfriend, but — do you?”

Of course he does, and he asks her how there could be any doubt. She doesn’t have a good answer for that.

They talk a bit, about long distance and visits and seeing how it goes. Absolutely no one in the guild is surprised when it comes out they’re dating — in lieu of RL dating Nikola takes her to scenic out-of-the way places in the game, and spends time with her there. (And teases her in chat whispers, loving how her breathing changes and dreaming of the day he can say these things in person and see the look on her face. She admits he’s good at dirty talk. He looks forward to honing that skill.) 

Teslen Reality TV show AU

Nikola’s here as part of his own little experiment, the study of applied psychology to game the system of shows like this (though of course he comes up with some bullshit about dreams for the camera). He’s not in it for the prize itself (though of course he hopes to get it nonetheless). He picked a modelling competition because it relies on the looks he knows he has — he can’t sing for shit.

Helen is skeptical, but figures she might as well give it a shot — she has nothing to lose, and someone has to win. And she knows she looks good.

Everyone is surprised Helen is working her way through med school, because, what? She’s so done with the “dumb blonde” stereotypes and finally dyes her hair brown and goes for the “smoky mystique” angle. Nikola is blown away.

Nikola wears everything like it was made especially for him, and needs almost no tutoring on anything. He’s almost disqualified from the amateur competition due to prior experience, but they can’t come up with any proof of that. (Basically, he’s just naturally that showoffy and Extra.)

Nikola is both intrigued by Helen and disgruntled at the serious competition. Yet they gravitate towards one another as the two keenest minds in the place.

The candid camera picks up some of their shared scorn at the competition, which does not make them popular with the other competitors or the judges.

The public loves them, and their push-pull frenemies dynamic becomes the biggest draw for the show. Nikola is fascinated by this new development in his socio-psychological study. Helen is happy about anything that will give her an edge.

With great difficulty, Nikola does not flirt, because he doesn’t want to give Helen or anyone else any edge over him, any way to distract him any more than he already is. (He worried he was going to have a heart attack when she walked out in that slip of a bikini.)

As finals draw closer they decide to pair up the remaining male and female models for a shoot. Of course Nikola and Helen are paired up. He tries to stay professional for the camera, but something in her eyes and her breathing when he has his hands on her skin…

Immediately after they wrap she drags him to the closest dark corner and shoves him up against the wall and kisses him senseless. They just make it back to her dressing room before he lays her out on her couch and makes love to her. It’s fast and messy and desperate and they just lie together afterwards, awkward and wordless, until he kisses her on the cheek and leaves. 

Somehow their liaison is the one thing the cameras don’t catch.

(Everyone, judges and viewers alike, agree their shoot was effortlessly sensual — the others look flat in comparison.)

They avoid each other for the next week. Speculation, public and private, runs rampant that something must have happened between the two of them. But after a week it’s back to normal between the two of them. (Nikola isn’t sure whether to be relieved she’s speaking to him again, or crushed that it seems to have meant nothing.)

Helen really appreciates his ability to drop it, though she hates the long psycho-analyzing glances he shoots her (and she knows he has some ulterior motive in all this than just a winning a modelling contract, though she doesn’t know what). She just wants her friend back (because he’s the only thing that really made this entire thing bearable). (And if she relives certain memories sometimes late at night, that’s nobody’s business.)

The finals come down to the pair of them, of course. Everyone wants to see what happens when these two are really and truly pitted against one another, and the interviewers play off of that, onstage, before the big moment.

Helen never really expected to get this far, and she has a few offers of modeling contracts that will get her what she needs to get the rest of the way through medical school easily.

So she looks around at the audience, turns to Nikola, and kisses him, full-on, in front of everyone. Then she walks off the stage.

Everyone (including Nikola himself) is shell-shocked.

Nikola runs after her, once he’s come back to his senses, and cameras show them kissing in the wings, him edging her back against a wall as she wraps her arms around his neck. (The cameras cut out after that, because they have a rating to keep.)

Helen is actually declared the winner, much to her surprise, but she declines the contract (she has a hell of a lot more lucrative ones coming in after that little stunt she pulled, because it got everyone’s attention).

Nikola is also offered the prize, but he refuses as well. Studio executives are left scratching their heads. Finally it goes to one Kate Freelander, third runner-up, who uses it to help get her family out of debt and into a better life.

Nikola’s study is interesting, to say the least. It certainly doesn’t fly scientifically, but he’s not too bothered about it. The story does become a best-selling book (though that part about her dressing room will always be their secret. Sometimes, Helen likes to keep it fresh in her mind, on the living room couch, and he’s happy to oblige).

They move in together, and everyone speculates about a proposal, though none is forthcoming and the gossip slowly dies down. Helen only models when she chooses — her real passion is medicine and Nikola is happy to support that. They coauthor several scientific articles on the relationship between physical and mental health, something they’re far more proud of than that bestselling book that generates most of their income.

Nikola shakes his head when they want to make a TV movie out of the story, but Helen is far more practical about it, and sells the rights with the provision Nikola have creative oversight.

Teslen High School AU (Okay, this ended up being a high school-slash-college AU. :P)

There’s an unofficial betting pool on who will become valedictorian (between Helen, Nikola, and James), with both teachers and students in on it. They both know about it. (Helen bets on herself. Nikola doesn’t bet, because he couldn’t decide whether to bet for himself or Helen. James bets on them both.)

Helen is a cheerleader. Nikola being a teenager, he constantly jokes about her flexibility. She regularly punches him for it.

They bonded instantly. Everyone used to tease them about being boyfriend and girlfriend. Helen always laughed it off, and people eventually accepted they were just friends. Problem is,  Nikola’s been head over heels for her since that first ninth grade chemistry class.

Helen is chair of the science club and has special access privilege to the lab rooms. Nikola meanwhile is nearly been banned from all use of chemicals or physics apparatus no less than three times a year, and never allowed near them without supervision (not since The Explosion, as everyone calls it, with capital letters). Helen lets him into the lab after hours, but supervises him herself because anything that goes wrong will be on her. (It’s still gone wrong a couple times, but they’ve managed to cover it up so far. And sometimes it’s her fault, too.)

Nikola is head of the mathletes. He and Helen compete to see whose club wins the most competitions and awards in a year.

Helen has a brief thing with a senior in their sophomore year. She ended it after six months, and swore off guys until she was done with school.

Nikola privately hates that he wasn’t her first kiss (and maybe not another first of hers, but he refuses to think about that).

Nikola is a year younger than everyone else, because he skipped a grade in elementary school.

Helen was homeschooled by her father up until high school. Half the material taught she already knows.

It is Known that, after things ended with John, either Nikola or James will take Helen to dances.

Nikola always, always asks first. (Nigel “keeps James away” until Nikola texts she’s accepted, and James lets himself be kept away.)

Nikola pretends it’s a friends thing. He thinks Helen believes him. (She’s not quite sure she does.)

Helen thinks he’s cute, but immature.

He asks, hesitantly, at graduation, if they’ll stay in touch during college. She asks, incredulously, if there’s any reason he thinks they wouldn’t. He shrugs, mutters that no, there isn’t a reason, and beams all through the ceremony (even though she and James end up tying for valedictorian, because Nikola just couldn’t always be arsed to do his homework).

They do keep in touch, frequently actually. Helen’s college friends tease her about her handsome long-distance boyfriend. She gives up trying to correct them.

He visits her, once. Hearing she’s talked about him thrills him, though he never says it.

He sleeps on her couch, and one night a bottle of wine turns it into both of them sleeping on her couch. There’s no convincing her flatmates they haven’t slept together.

That’s not the only time he visits her, or she him. She’s pleasantly surprised by how he’s matured. College is good to him.

He isn’t her first, but she’s his.

They talk about it later, about not letting it ruin their friendship, about how she doesn’t want a relationship right now.

He’s crushed, until she kisses him and says maybe in a few years.

(She specifically applies for medical residences near his research lab.)

Sam/Jack Supernatural Beings AU (This is a complete mess, okay? It was originally going to be something that veered into Arthurian legend but I didn’t like that version so much. But anyways don’t expect coherent lore here.)

Jack is a guardian angel who lost his charge. He blames himself badly and is sentenced to live as a human for a lifetime.

He’s made the uncle and guardian of the orphaned boy he lost, and sees it as a chance to redeem himself, another chance to save him. But no matter what he tries, the march of time seems immutable, most things so far happening just as they did before.

Sam and Daniel are fae, brother and sister, in possession of powerful magic.

Daniel is fascinated with humans and is especially good at seduction (and oftentimes is just a huge unconscious flirt). Sam is just a pure mischievous mage-scientist, at least until she meets Jack.

Daniel drags Sam along with him on his jaunts among the humans. It’s frowned upon by the fae elders, because falling in love with a human changes a fae, causes them to become bound to that person, and they lose their magic and all connection to the fae world, essentially becoming human, until the person dies. (And often the fae becomes so bound to the fragile human that they end up dying too.)

Sam asks Daniel why he likes humans so much, if his wife and then watching her die was really worth it. He tells her it’s not the kind of thing you can explain to someone else unless you’ve experienced it for yourself.

Sam usually takes more interest in the humans’ crude physical devices than in people, but there’s something about Jack that fascinates her.

Jack is a miller, and he explains all the workings of it to her. He finds it strange that she doesn’t seem to have any experience with what is an everyday thing for most people.

She immediately has suggestions on how to improve it, some of them good, some of them (to his human sense of logic) nonsensical (because she forgets humans only have very limited access to magic).

Fae and angels usually have limited to no contact, and their magic is very different. Heaven and the Seelie Court leave one another well enough alone, and they’re both quite happy that way. (Hence why he doesn’t realize she’s fae, and she doesn’t realize he’s angel.)

For the first time Sam understands Daniel’s fascination with humans, she tells him. He watches her and Jack bond, a little eagerly but also a little worriedly.

Jack’s kid loves her and is fascinated with the little tricks and illusions she creates for him. Jack doesn’t take Sam seriously when she answers that she does it by magic (even though he can’t find another explanation for it).

Jack can’t find her at the inn she said she was staying at, when he wanted to see her; but that evening she shows up at his door without fail.

She shrugs and evades his answers, asking why he was looking for her in the first place.

The change never happens all at once. It’s gradual, just like falling in love is.

Sam notices one day that she can’t perform some of the more complicated spells anymore. She bites her lip and tells no one, but Daniel guesses.

Sam spends more and more time at the mill, offering to help him grind grain, free of charge. He’s puzzled at the offer, but sees no reason to refuse. He’s happy to spend more time with her, though she’s still sometimes infuriatingly adept at evading his questions.

When he confronts her, she asks him whether or not all of those particulars are really so important, and he’s forced to admit they aren’t, not right now.

She finally blurts out that she wonders what kissing is like. He finds it difficult to believe she’s never been kissed. She insists. He’s happy to show her (and kissing ends up turning into a lot more, up against the wall, at her insistence. She asks, at the end, jokingly because she does know how sex works, whether all of that was just kissing. He laughs and kisses her again.)

Even the huge addition of the guardian courting someone (more or less — he wants to but they haven’t talked about it, never mind angels not exactly being encouraged to marry) doesn’t seem to change the boy’s path. Jack becomes more and more distracted as the day of the accident approaches.

Sam notices, and finally pries something of his worry out of him, a “bad premonition.” She offers to put a ward on the boy (one of the few spells she can still pull off nowadays). He finally realizes she wasn’t kidding about magic, and feels entirely betrayed, throwing her out of the house, calling her a witch.

She shows up at Daniel’s door battered and bruised, because the physical reflects the state of a fae’s heart. He lets her in without a word, and holds her while she cries.

When she’s done, she asks him if humans can foretell the future. He mentions Sha’re used to get “premonitions” sometimes that were usually true. Sam decides she still has to try to save the boy.

With misgivings, Daniel lets her go.

Jack has kept the boy out of the mill, preventing the original accident, and is relieved, for a short while, until he realizes he doesn’t feel redeemed, only unsettled. He calls for the boy, but can’t find him.

Sam finds him, in the middle of the road with a cart barreling towards him, and does the only thing she can do in that moment — shoves him out of the way and is hit herself.

Jack, hunting for the boy, finds the pair of them, the boy shell-shocked, the driver regretful — they came out of nowhere! — and Sam seriously injured.

She refuses to see a doctor, even more vehemently refuses to have the priest fetched for the Last Rites, because they’ll both know what she is — even if she doubts  she’s much fae at all now.

When she passes out, Jack carries her back to the mill and fetches the village midwife.

Janet regards him shrewdly, but doesn’t say anything, and works on helping Sam.

Daniel visits, once, asking after his sister, and leaves a small fae healing charm by her bedside, to help the remnant of her fae self.

Janet starts when she sees this the next time she visits, but she doesn’t say anything, not until Jack asks her what’s startled her. She’s surprised he doesn’t know his… lover… is fae. (He begins to insist they’re not lovers, then thinks the better of it. Janet tosses him a “damn right” glance but simply remarks that Sam must certainly love him.)

(Jack tells the boy to stay at Sam’s bedside, both to keep a watch on her and to keep the boy safe while he has to run the mill.)

Sam finally wakes up. She wants to talk with Jack, about why he saved her, but he tells her to just focus on getting better. It frustrates her.

(Daniel bumps into Janet on his second visit, after she’s awoken. Janet sees through his glamour at once, which startles both of them. He offers her a grateful smile as he passes, no charm intended, and she ducks her head and flushes a little.)

Janet and Sam have a long talk about the situation. Sam swears Janet to secrecy.

Sam and Jack finally sit down and talk. She admits she’s a fae, or was, and that she’s in love with him. He’s over the moon, nearly forgetting to mention the part where he used to be an angel. She’s startled, but they decide to see how it goes.

They want to get married, but the priest has trouble saying the words to witness it properly (because supernatural beings he really really has no authority over). They try to help him and eventually they all stumble through.

Jack, and Sam once she’s better (something that happens very quickly once she hears he feels the same for her), are constantly rescuing a very very accident-prone boy. It takes several weeks for Death (probably Maybourne xD) to realize he isn’t supposed to get him right now, and stop trying. (Jack suddenly realizes he’s beginning to regain his angelic sight, and runs to look at Sam. She practically shimmers for him, and he tells her right then and there how beautiful she is.)

Daniel falls for Janet, and the pairs are the best of friends until Janet dies and Daniel moves back home among the fae.

Sam and Jack watch the kid grow up and move away, and when he finally dies of old age they both return to their original forms. Heaven and the Seelie Court are a bit flabbergasted, but somewhat awkwardly and incredibly formally arrange a joint ceremony. Neither society really wants them in it, but they won’t be outdone by the other so they both invite the pair to join them. Sam and Jack respectfully decline, and decide to use glamour to live among humans again.

Doctor/Rose Star Trek AU (This is the only one that even approaches headcanon status, and is a bit more of a fusion. It’s still long and rambly. :P)

They all call him “the captain,” or just “Captain,” even the admirals. (Nobody’s sure anyone else actually knows his name. Surely he has a file somewhere, but nobody working under him has ever found it. They whisper about top secret something or other, but he doesn’t look at all like the black ops type, and gets offended if you mention it to him.)

He’s a human. No other species has that “hold my beer, I’ve got this” recklessness.

His ship is confusing as hell, both from an engineering and layout standpoint. It’s an older model, overhauled and upgraded to meet current Starfleet standards.

The running joke is that something about the warp core has created a localized spatial anomaly that randomly moves the corridors and rooms. Older crew members swear it isn’t true, but to every cadet first setting foot on the vessel it certainly seems like the case.

You’ll more often than not find the Captain in Engineering, instead of on the bridge or in his ready room. He claims it relaxes him.

The official head of engineering has learned to roll with it, and has taken to programming holonovels in their unexpected spare time. (The ship is known for having the best assortment of holoentertainment in the galaxy.)

The only really permanent member of his crew is one Rose Tyler. Half-human, half-betazoid, head of operations on the ship, even the official first officers know to defer to her when it comes to decoding his occasionally cryptic orders, or ascertaining what he would want done in his absence.

(People constantly question why she isn’t his first officer. She lifts one shoulder and says she supposes he needed a good chief of operations more than he needed a good first officer. Nobody’s ever quite sure how to respond to that.)

People who’ve never been on the ship assume from hearing about the pair that he’s in a covert relationship with his subordinate. Crew members will swear that’s not the case. (And if they notice a moment or two of pining on Rose’s part, they never breathe a word.)

Rumor has it his favorite holoprograms involve him being a woman. Rose, the only person he’s ever shared any of his personal holoprograms with, remains steadfastly tight-lipped about it. (But she’s grateful for the holodeck’s soundproofing and privacy controls.)

He despises visits to the infirmary, and tries to avoid them at all costs, going so far as to hide various medical supplies in his quarters. Without fail, Rose finds out, and sends him to medical for a check-up. The ship’s doctor tries not to take it personally.

Rose, by virtue of her betazoid half, can sense others’ emotions most of the time, and is often the first to offer a shoulder or a hot cup of tea. She’s made herself popular around the ship just by virtue of being her, and even if some of the crew don’t necessarily care for their eccentric captain, they care for her.

She refuses to be made into an unofficial ship’s counselor, though. She has a job, and she’s here to do that, and anything else is at her discretion.

Every new chief of security has a short, personal meeting with the captain in his ready room. If there is danger, they are to protect Rose first, and they are not to tell her of this order.

Rose is always waiting for them when they come out of that meeting, with a short, “I know what he said. Just ignore it. Do your job: protect the captain first.”

The poor confused chief of security is shot pitying looks by the entire bridge crew.

The captain always calls the ship his Tardis, though no one knows what he means by that. He claims it’s a nickname based on a famous fictional ship in human history, one that could do anything.

Only a select few human history scholars specializing in popular culture and entertainment have any idea what he’s talking about. Most people just shrug and move on.

Few Vulcans last long on his ship, citing “illogicity and disorder” as their reasons for requesting a transfer.

There have been one or two investigations into conduct aboard the ship, but nothing ever seems to come out of it.

The captain has thrown himself in front of phaser fire for Rose once or twice. The ship’s doctor eagerly described the loud, furious dressing-down Rose gave him once they’d been left alone in the room. The doctor returned in time to hear his response: “The ship can run fine without me — but I — not without you.”

They don’t have a row, but for a day or two it’s all stiff glances and meaningful looks the rest of the crew can’t decipher.

Not long after that, Rose is offered a position on the command track and the prospect of captaincy of her own ship. The crew congratulates her, and says this has been a long time coming. She quietly turns it down.

A few days later, he calls her to his ready room and asks why. She wasn’t aware he knew. (Of course he did; he was the one who put her in for it.)

She asks if he wants to be rid if her. Of course he doesn’t, but he thinks she deserves better than being stuck as his chief of ops for the rest of her career. She already basically runs the ship; he just tinkers and does stupid heroic stuff every once in a while, and everyone knows it.

“Yeah, and who’d run your ship for you if I was gone?”

“You want to stay with me?” He doesn’t understand it, but when she says yes he beams.

They quietly (unofficially) start sharing a cabin. No one says anything.

He finally does convince her to accept a position as his first officer, though.

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me ?? late 2 the party ?? ofc ( it’s also be i’m a complete embarrassment & also wanted to attemPT to write smth worthy of reading ) but hey there, demons. it’s me, ya girl, aka shan aka probably the worst ?? anyway i’m chillin in the gmt timezone probs for the rest of my life bc who has the money to move anywhere else these days ?? i’m 19 w she / her pronouns & spend waY too much time on photoshop & instagram so i’ll probably disappear for hRS just to make smth or go cry over some insta model ?? ummm i watch too many tv shows ( s/o to the og joey tribbiani up there ) & am alsO a huge film buff !! ( kinda mad bc apparently the newest transformers is supposed to be the last one like ?? whY end it like that ?? ) anywaY imma stop rambling bc i’m a rambler & am literallY just gonna copy & paste most of my app bc i’m too lazy to write it all out !!

˚✧* ( CINDY KIMBERLY, FEMALE + SHE/HER ) welcome the exuberant valentina morales. this club’s great for twenty year olds. plus, i hear you’re the skux, huh?that’s interesting, since you’re so manipulative and devious. but i guess it makes some sense given you’re coquettish and alluring as well !

BIOGRAPHY ;

    ❛ congratulations, you’ve had a beautiful baby girl ! ❜

    these are the words that francisco & nadya morales would never forget. for years, the power couple of barcelona had been trying for a daughter, after being blessed with a handsome son, alvaro morales. & then by some miracle they had her. a gorgeous, tiny baby with jet black hair & dark brown eyes. her name ? they called her valentina.

    that girl was a sweet child. she had a smile that could make the wind blow & a laugh so contagious that when other hear it, they had to join in, afraid of missing such an beautiful experience. she lived to make people smile, to see them happy & be the one who makes them happy. she loved to pick roses & to smell flowers, be surrounded by nature & love. she was happy.

    her parents were naturally busy, however. her father, being the owner a well-known &successful business, which had been passed down from generation was always travelling to different places, sometimes taking his family with him. whereas her mother was a model who people loved worldwide, so valentina, so small & young was left in the HANDS of her older brother.

    valentina grew close to him. he was like her best friend, he confident. he helped her with her homework & protected her from anyone who would try to do her harm. he loved her, & she loved him, & whenever all the family was together it was complete bliss to her. she couldn’t think of anything she wanted more than this.

    growing up, it was clear to see that valentina had talent. not only were her features soft& pretty, much like her mother’s, but she had a love for the camera & the camera had a love for her. she wasn’t quite sure what career she wanted, however her mother did. but as a child, growing up in spain & knowing little english, how could you ever do something with that ?

    she did, though. she was taken to small photoshoots at home to kick start her career, &for a relatively shy & timid six year old, this was scary yet oddly exciting. needless to say, valentina loved it. but she loved something else, too. at school, they did plenty of plays &productions which valetina threw herself into. she loved it. she loved acting & singing &dancing, almost as much as she did modelling. then she knew what she wanted to be — she wanted to be a model, but she also wanted to be an actress.

    she was comfortable. she loved her life & wouldn’t change a thing. but then her parents dropped the bomb that they were moving & val felt her dreams shatter into a million pieces. moving to america was hard at first. she barely knew any english & the city was intimidating. but as she lived on & met the tempest, the hellion, & the quixotic, things started to even out & as time when by she was pretty much in the same place she was before she moved.

( TRIGGERS ; CAR ACCIDENT, DEATH )     but then came that night. when the crash happened, her heart broke. she never even got to say goodbye to her brother which just made her hurt more. it made her nights restless ; she couldn’t close her eyes without seeing it so she seeked comfort in other people. she slept around, not really thinking about what people would call her. she needed the distraction, & distracting it was. her parents disagreed but she ignored them. she learned to separate her emotions from her thoughts so she became devious, flirtatious, poisonous. anything to forget about the empty feeling in her chest.

    over the years, val has altered incredibly & now works as model for img models. she goes to college, however recent opportunities have made it so she hardly has time for it any more & so tends to cut class to work on her acting career. she tries her best to work her schedule around her friends as well as her arrangements for the night time. never the same person, is a rule she’s set for herself. she’s scared of attachment & anything that could mess with her feelings. god help everyone if that happens.

PERSONALITY ;

val has two sides to her. there’s the sweet side, which can throw people off when they experience her devil side. she’s been described before as a ’ quiet genius ’, meaning that she can seem all cute & innocent but in the meantime is probably planning your downfall. she’s incredibly destructive, reason being why she doesn’t believe in romance or love so her interest in the tempest is quite confusing &annoying for her. but val can be very possessive & jealous, so if she ever found out about the quixotic’s feelings she’d probably flash a smile but secretly would be thinking of all the ways she can destroy them. even though they’re one of her best friends & val is incredibly loyal, nobody gets in the way of what she wants. val can be very withdrawn, however, which would probably be an issue for the hellionbecause she’d rather be out sleeping with someone than she would talk about her issues.

ENTJ ; as an ENTJ, val is very leader-like. she focuses on the most efficient &organized means of performing a task. this quality, along with ger goal orientation, often makes val superior leader, both realistic & visionary in implementing a long-term plan. val tends to be fiercely independent in her decision making, having a strong will that insulates them against external influence. generally highly competent, val can analyze & structure the world around her in a logical & rational way. due to this straightforward way of thinking, val tends to have the greatest difficulty of all the types in applying subjective considerations & emotional values into the decision-making process. as an ENTJ she often excels in business &other areas that require systems analysis, original thinking, & an economically savvy mind. she is a dynamic & pragmatic problem solvers. she tends to have a high degree of confidence in her own abilities, making her assertive & outspoken. In her dealings with others, she is generally outgoing, charismatic, fair-minded, unaffected by conflict or criticism. however, these qualities can make her appear arrogant, insensitive, & confrontational. she can overwhelm others with her energy& desires to order the world according to her own vision. as a result, she may seem intimidating, hasty, & controlling. she tends to cultivate her personal power. she often ends up taking charge of a situation that seems ( to their mind, at least )to be out of control, or that can otherwise be improved upon & strengthened. she strivea to learn new things, which helps her become a resourceful problem-solver. however, since she relies on provable facts, she may find subjective issues pointless. she appears to take a tough approach to emotional or personal issues,& so can be viewed as aloof & insensitive. in situations requiring feeling & value judgments, she is well served to seek the advice of a trusted feeling type. when striving toward a goal, she often puts personal needs aside until the work is done ( & may expect others to do the same ). for this reason, she may be considered self-sacrificing by some, but ’ cold & heartless ’ by others, especially those who prefer feeling.

HOW VAL FEELS ABOUT BEING A MEMBER OF THE EXUBERANT CLUB ;val is very prideful, so being a member of one of the most affluent clubs in new york really does make her hold her head a little higher. she’s already boastful, but to have this privilege is just as good as winning an oscar to her. she loves the privacy & the inclusivity of the place, meaning that she finds herself feeling very comfortable & rewarded.

HEADCANONS ;

001 ; valentina is more known for her talent in modeling & acting, but what many people don’t know is that val loves to dance. since she was a child, whenever a song came on the radio she would be moving whatever she could in the back-seat of the car & one time, when she & her brother went to the mall her favourite song came through the speakers & she just dropped what she was doing & started dancing. she’s an avid fan of music & so can dance to any song, especially spanish songs because that’s a part of her heritage & they’re generally good for dancing.

002 ; val is a very dedicated vegetarian. she says it’s to aid her diet ( because god-forbid if anyone thought she cared about anything for one second ) but in truth it’s because she’s highkey against animal cruelty & won’t eat something that another creature has died for. to be honest, she has a huge love for animals & is the ambassador of a cause that’s fighting against animal cruelty, & although her reasons are genuine she tells her peers that it’s just for the promotion. yeah, right.

003 ; she absolutely loves roses, specifically white ones. whereas people are forced to believe it’s just because of the aesthetic — after all, everything val does is for the aesthetic — the reason is actually deeper than that. when she was little, her family went to a rose garden & her brother told her to pick her favourite rose. she spotted a pristine white one, the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen & he picked it for her to take home. the rose lasted a good couple of weeks before it died, leaving val feeling devastated. she’s never told anyone that story in fear they’ll see through her cold mask.

004 ; she’s an exquisite baker. before moving to america, she used to visited this bakery on the weekly. her parents were good friends with the bakery owner & so when val wanted to learn how to bake something new, she’d always go there &they’d teach her all their tricks. val likes to bake for her friends her friends on the daily yet claims that it’s just to pass the time rather than a genuine hobby, but if you go to her place you can guarantee that there’s always cookies on the table.

005 ; is still very connected to her life in barcelona. she visits her friends & family there as often as she can & loves indulging in her hispanic lifestyle. although spanish is one of her main languages, she’s fluent in many others & won’t hesitate in using them to her advantage should the opportunity arise. she’s very culturally orientated & still favours her old life, however she claims to love america more than anything & that clouding her emotions is the best thing she ever did.

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Voltron Powers Headcanon [Part 4]

[Part 1]  [Part 2]  [Part 3]  [You Are Here] [Part 5]  [Finale]

“You and I need to talk,” Keith stated the next day to Lance as he caught him entering the hallway to their rooms.

“Ok, is this about the secret behind my hair care routine? Because the look you’re giving me is frankly kinda scaring me and I’m not sure what goes through your head sometimes...” Lance started to ramble as he fidgeted about nervous; afraid, as if he was more aware of what Keith really wanted to talk about but was too scared to say aloud.

“No this isn’t about-! Ugh, fine. Whatever. I’ll talk to you later.” Keith grumbled as his face turned red and he stuffed his hands in his pockets and started to walk away. Lance surprised Keith when he reached out a hand and grabbed his, stopping him in his tracks as his breath hitched again and his belly did one of those weird flips.

“In all seriousness, sorry... I shouldn’t have assumed-,” Lance paused, biting his lip before deciding to change what he was going to say, “Nevermind, what’s up really?” He asked concerned. He knew Keith had been acting strange ever since the night Pidge had been poisoned and they’d discovered strange abilities connected to the bond they each shared with their lions; Blue’s gift was still the best in Lance’s opinion, but Lance thought Keith was honestly just being Keith and trying to adjust to another hurtle thrown at him in their crazy heroic dangerous lifestyle.

Keith paused in thought for a moment as he processed things, “It’s fine...” He lied, “Just... Have you noticed anything odd about the way the team’s been acting ever since we got these abilities?” Keith clearly wanted to say something else as well, but Lance assumed Keith would tell him when he was ready.

Lance shrugged, “I guess?” He raised an eyebrow up in question. “You guess?” Keith parroted annoyed, which confused Lance because he didn’t understand what else Keith wanted from him. He’s answered the question, right? Wasn’t that what he’d wanted? “Well, I mean I’ve noticed Pidge kinda seems a lot droopier than usual when she’s not in an area with a lot of light, but that’s just an expected response when you’re in the dark? I mean, but maybe Pidge has some kind of weird Vitamin D deficiency she’s not told anyone about and it’s only now starting to show because she’s been inside for so long without natural sunlight and-” Lance stopped when he saw Keith starting to get antsy and impatient, so he cleared his throat and tried again. “Uh, and I've been really thirsty? But I assume that’s because I have gills now and they’re a vital part of my devilishly handsome good looks, so they gotta stay hydrated am I right?” He chuckled nervously, throwing his hands up in the air looking confused and defeated.

“I guess...” He sighed as he frowned lost in thought and he just walked off without another word.

“That was odd...” Lance thought aloud as he walked back into his room to grab his jacket and then left. “I wonder if Shiro knows what’s going on inside that mullet of his...”

Lance didn’t find Shiro as he walked down the hallway, but he did find Hunk.

“Hey, what’s up bro?” Lance announced himself as he walked into the ‘lab room’, as Pidge liked to call it ever since they’d found the little room in the back of the castle, and waved at Hunk as he looked up from what appeared to be the remnants of a Galra droid he was dissembling and smiled.

“Oh hey Lance. Long time no see.” He teased as he left the table to walk over and give Lance a high-five.

Lance grinned as he admired the pieces of tech on the table and walked over. “What’cha tinkering on this time?” He said curious as Hunk joined him over at the table and sighed exhausted as he stretched a few stiff muscles.

“Been trying to figure out exactly what type of device controls the droids the Galra command with little success on my end..” He sighed tired as he rubbed a hand over his face, “My hopes were if I could figure out the pieces that makes them tick I could get Pidge to extract the frequency so we could send out a signal to shut ‘em down.”

“Dude that’s awesome!” Lance grinned excitedly as he fiddled about with the still intact arm of the droid as his previous thoughts about finding Shiro were pushed to the back of his mind.

“Lance, wait!” Hunk cried a little late, as Lance jostled the trigger loose on the arm and a large piece of shrapnel shot out from the back of the arm and went right into Hunk’s left pant’s leg. He screamed, ripping the pants off worriedly as Lance saw how deep the shard had embedded itself in his clothing and Hunk was panicking because he was certain something was sliced past the garment.

“Ok Lance, I’m going to yank these off on the count of three alright?” Hunk’s hands were trembling as Lance held the the first aid kit in his hands that’d he grabbed from the wall. Or at least he hoped that was what was in here. It was rather hard to read Altean sometimes. “When I pull them off grab the gauze and start wrapping if there’s any blood.” Lance nodded, already preparing himself for what he might see.

“One, two, three!” Hunk ripped the pants off with a mighty yank as they came down and he let out a gasp. “What in the quiznack?!” Hunk said baffled as Lance followed Hunk’s line of sight to the... Odd piece of metal that was stuck to his skin.

“Can I pull that off for you?” Lance asked unsure, as Hunk just stared and Lance grabbed the piece of metal gently and peeled it off his skin. There were no signs of the metal intruding into his skin. No gash or wound, not even the thin line of a papercut could be seen as Lance just held the metal in his hand awkwardly. Just to be sure he wasn’t crazy, Lance ran his own finger across the piece of sharp metal and let out a gasp as it easily sliced his finger.

“Hey don’t do that! We don’t need another trip to the pod because of a stupid decision.” Hunk scolded Lance as he frowned and sucked his hurt pointer finger while he set the shrapnel piece back down.

“That was one time, and only because I wasn’t aware the elevator had an emergency open button in case the lift broke down!” Lance pouted as Hunk just chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully.

“Here, let me see that.” Hunk said as he took the first aid kit form Lance and opened it, pulling what appeared to be some antiseptic and bandages from the box. He squinted at the strange Altean writing on the stuff before sighing and testing out the spray on the piece of shrapnel that still had the blood on it, which seemed to only harden it, and Hunk decided it was safe enough. “Ok, ignoring the fact that was totally insane like, Holy Crow Lance I’ve got thick skin.” Hunk beamed with stars in his eyes.

Lance looked at him confused, “Well I mean you are thick skinned already but, wait-.” Lance’s eyes grew huge as he realized what Hunk had just said. “Hunk you have thick skin!” Lance cheered excitedly as he hugged his bro.

Hunk laughed as the two pulled apart from their embrace and Hunk waved his hands about. “Okay, okay.. I’ve got to try this.” Hunk grinned as he walked over to a cabinet on the wall and began rummaging about.

“Uh, Hunk? Need some help?” Lance offered unsure as Hunk replied he was fine.

“I’ve got this!” Hunk grunted as he pulled out what appeared to be a cross between a giant nutcracker a scalpel that fit in your grip and smiled deviously.

“Usually you’re the one telling me this is a bad idea, but Hunk, bro, buddy, this is a bad idea!” Lance said nervous as Hunk just laughed and set the tool down on the table.

“Relax, I’m just kidding, that’s my Altean can opener. This is actually the thing.” Hunk grinned as he pulled out a small object from his fist and revealed it to be a small thumbtack. “Figured I’d start small, but you wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find these things in the ship,” Hunk chuckled. “Like trying to find a needle in a haystack, though I guess a thumbtack in a cabinet full of deadly supplies is somewhat close to it, but anyways!” He said as he eagerly pressed the sharp needle point against his pointer finger. “Let’s see if I really am thick skinned or not.” Hunk winced as he definitely felt the thumbtack against his hand and expected the sharp prick, but blinked in confusion as the needle actually bent under his thumb and let out a sharp hiss as the squished air escaped from the cracks.

“That’s just weird.” Lance muttered aloud as Hunk just scratched his head perplexed but excited. Which reminded Lance....

“Wait I need to go find Shiro! Later Hunk! Congratulations on becoming The Thing got to go bye~!” Lance called as he was already halfway down the hall.

Hunk just laughed and shook his head as he turned back to look at the bent thumbtack and then back over to the table. “Now for the real test.” He grinned deviously as he picked up the strange looking nutcracker device...