#☆ VERSE: THE CHILD WHO WOULD PROTECT THE WORLD ONE DAY ☆ this is her beginning; the cosmos shall guide her.

[aceparagoned]

TAG DUMP THE VERSE STRIKES BACK

☆ VERSE: MAIN ☆ a world ravaged by war; yet still stands strong due to the efforts of protector vita and the pipe. ☆ VERSE: THE CHILD WHO WOULD PROTECT THE WORLD ONE DAY ☆ this is her beginning; the cosmos shall guide her. ☆ VERSE: PERSONA 5 ☆ BREAK THE CHAINS THAT BIND YOU TO SOCIETY'S EXPECTATIONS — foster your rebellion. ☆ VERSE: FF7 (AU) ☆ a former turk — i chose my morals above anything else; you won’t make me bend to your will. ☆ VERSE: FFXIV ☆ from an adventurer ascending to the warrior of light; a beacon of hope and bastion of strength for the realm. ☆ VERSE: DEVIL MAY CRY ☆ oh how the sun’s radiance shines within you child of Amaterasu; for you wield Her blessing to protect humankind. ☆ VERSE: IDOL ☆ may my voice raise you higher & higher with hope; inspire you to achieve your dreams; watch me as I shine with this melody. ☆ VERSE: HONKAI IMPACT 3RD ☆ inside resides the undying flame known as humanity’s hope; for as long as I am able I vow to never give up. ☆ VERSE: YU YU HAKUSHO ☆ a mortal I may be; but you’d do well to remember there is an indomitable spirit within me that will never go out. ☆ VERSE: SAILOR MOON ☆ another time; another reality; yet we share the same purpose—to protect the galaxy from cosmic threats. ☆ VERSE: BNHA ☆ magic flows through your veins; will you use it to create or to destroy? how silly to ask since you have a hero’s heart. ☆ VERSE: BAD END ☆ what are you willing to sacrifice so as to save the galaxy? Everything; even one's own humanity to end this war.

[aceparagon]

tag dump part 4 ( verses tag )

☆ VERSE: MAIN ☆ a world ravaged by war; yet still stands strong due to the efforts of protector vita and the pipe. ☆ VERSE: THE CHILD WHO WOULD PROTECT THE WORLD ONE DAY ☆ this is her beginning; the cosmos shall guide her. ☆ VERSE: DEVIL MAY CRY ☆ oh how the sun’s radiance shines within you child of Amaterasu; for you wield Her blessing to protect humankind. ☆ VERSE: SAILOR MOON ☆ another time; another reality; yet we share the same purpose—to protect the galaxy from cosmic threats. ☆ VERSE: FFXIV ☆ from an adventurer ascending to the warrior of light; a beacon of hope and bastion of strength for the realm. ☆ VERSE: BAD END ☆ what are you willing to sacrifice so as to save the galaxy? Everything; even one’s own humanity to end this war. ☆ VERSE: EPILOGUE ☆ the war is won and you have brought peace to the galaxy; offer your aid to other worlds in need.

[aceparagonings]

tag dump part 4 ( verses tag )

☆ VERSE: MAIN ☆ a world ravaged by war; yet still stands strong due to the efforts of protector vita and the pipe. ☆ VERSE: THE CHILD WHO WOULD PROTECT THE WORLD ONE DAY ☆ this is her beginning; the cosmos shall guide her. ☆ VERSE: FF7 (AU) ☆ a former turk — i chose my morals above anything else; you won’t make me bend to your will. ☆ VERSE: FFXIV ☆ from an adventurer ascending to the warrior of light; a beacon of hope and bastion of strength for the realm. ☆ VERSE: BAD END ☆ what are you willing to sacrifice so as to save the galaxy? Everything; even one’s own humanity to end this war. ☆ VERSE: EPILOGUE ☆ the war is won and you have brought peace to the galaxy; offer your aid to other worlds in need.

[chuunai]

Hi hi! Would love to participate in your event if that’s cool

I was wondering if we could hav a Fyodor with scenario 2 and prompt 14

Idk if you want more details but I discovered your blog and I kinda got baby fever too sooooooo

Fire away friend

I’m sorry for making you sick : (

✧˚ · . my days are yours, yours - fyodor dostoevsky

how can a baby control his heart?

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, established relationship (marriage with reader), babies, babies and babies, SFW → minor mentions of death and overall fyodor trying to be a daddy while juggling killing the entire world. Spoilers for the last episode of BSD season five and the latest chapters of the manga.

Lord, she looked so much like him.

Rounded purple eyes and thick strands of black hair, she was his copy. Of course, genetically speaking, she was half his. And half yours. But Fyodor had a greater influence on your baby daughter. A squirming seven month old named Avdotya Fyodorovna Dostoevskya. Ironic, wasn’t it? That his child’s name meant good while he was evil?

It made sense, though. Yin and yang.

Putting down his pen, Fyodor looked over at the small makeshift crib that was next to his desk. In it was the sleeping Avdotya—Dunya, for short—wrapped up in cozy blankets and stuffed animals.

He’d worked enough for today.

Carefully picking up the newborn, his pale anemic hands cradled her, supporting her head as he held her to his chest. His heart sped up a bit when Dunya stirred a bit, but she ultimately didn’t wake up. She looked so calm and content in the moment. Fyodor shared the same feelings. Besides awe, of course.

For all of his planning and manipulation, he had never planned for a baby.

Sure, you were his wife, but he’d always use protection. An infant wouldn’t work with his current dangerous plans. Yet he somehow managed to knock you up. A completely unplanned variable in his plans. Yet it seemed so right. As a man of god, Fyodor couldn’t deny the blessing that God gave him.

His study door soon freaked open by your arrival as you quietly walked behind him, arms sliding around his neck in a tired way as your cheek pressed against the fluffy material of his ushanka.

“She’s doing okay?”

As if his little angel would ever be harmed.

“Of course, дорогой.”

He replied in an equally hushed tone. He turned his head slightly to the left, placing a gentle peck on your arm affectionately. For someone who regularly manipulated people who trusted him (albeit in a scared way), he could never find himself using you or his newfound family for his plans. God would disapprove of a man who hurt his family.

“You should rest. I’ll watch over her.”

It was only fair.

You had been watching Dunya constantly—babysitters and nannies couldn’t be hired due to his prolific crime record—while he was gone setting up his plans and relations. Fyodor had seen you cry over the stress multiple times. Each time he reassured you all would be better in due time. And it would be. When all the sinners of the world were gone, angels like you and Avdotya would be safe.

In the meantime though, he’d make you as happy as he could.

Feeling a gentle kiss on his cheek, Fyodor faintly smiled as you left for some much needed relaxation and sleep. Tucking his baby’s hair behind her tiny ears, he hummed a small lullaby.

He remembered that as a child his mother would sing some to him. It was one of the few comforting memories he had.

And his Avdotya should have the same experience.

Reaching the second verse of the lullaby, his deep voice quietly filled the room. He slowly rocked his baby, warmth flooding through his usually cold body. A peck on her perfect head.

He’d have to teach you these sorts of lullabies and cradle songs. While you knew a bit of Russian—limited to affectionate nicknames and general greetings—, you could do better. Perhaps you two could study together when Avdotya would nap. Him struggling with kanji, and you resting your head on his shoulder as you stared at Russian characters and committed them to memory.

Fyodor relaxed back into his chair, content with the familial moment.

The finale soon came.

He sat there for minutes afterwards, just taking in the sight of the life he created. Dazai was wrong. Fyodor was no demon, no, he was a god. He had created life, and so had God. And while others may point out the billions of other parents in the world, he’d merely dismiss their claims. They had birthed normal children.

Not an angel like his Dunya.

Could other children have such awe-inspiring eyes? Or the affinity she had for music just like her father—how she babbled and cooed in your lap while he played cello for the two of you. He knew she’d grow up to be something great like him. A firstborn always took after their father, in his opinion.

Standing up with little Avdotya in his arms, he walked to the nursery, passing by your shared bedroom where you were sleeping by now. Creaking open the door, he carefully navigated the dark room, lowering his daughter into her crib before carefully covering her with a warm blanket and her favorite stuffed toy.

A fuzzy penguin gifted by Sigma.

A lot of the nursery’s decorations were bought by Fyodor, but there were a few given by his fellow DOA members. Sadly, a majority of Nikolai’s gifts had to be scrapped. Dunya couldn’t use clown makeup or the miniature cherry bombs. A pity, really.

Fatherhood suited Fyodor rather well.

Flicking on a small nightlight, he soon left after a goodbye to his daughter. His footsteps pattered on the wooden floor, making his way to your bedroom to finally sleep off the day’s events.

Once again, the door slowly creaked open as he walked in. He already had his pajamas on—a baggy long black shirt and some black pants—, sliding into bed next to you as one hand found itself on your stomach, the other already playing with your hair. Fyodor admired your body. It grew his angel, and now it nourished her.

While you were adamant that you looked worse after birth, he could only say the opposite. All of the Renaissance paintings and sculptures had been wrong in their depictions of goddesses and heavenly figures. He could only see you as a true goddess who fell for a sinner like him.

Would such a goddess permit him to have another child with her?

Fyodor had grown up in a small family back in St. Petersburg. Just him and his mother. His father had left him long ago.

He didn’t want Avdotya to feel the same. Lonely.

Siblings would prevent that. Maybe two? Even three, if you felt up for it. He hadn’t said anything about it since you were still recovering and getting used to being a mother just to one child, but he oh so badly wanted a bigger family. More look a-likes of him and you.

“My goddess.”

His lips nuzzled against your hair, murmuring sweet affections and praise. Even he couldn’t have predicted such a thing like this. A wife. A daughter. A family of his own.

And even when weeks later he was stuck in Meursault with four other men playing Nikolai’s twisted game of escape, he thought about you. The plan would work, and he’d see you again after he faked his death. Sure, it might take weeks or months, but he’d come back. He’d made sure of it—having thought of the betrayal of his subordinates a while ago.

And when Dazai would later tug his severed arm out of the helicopter’s crash site, it wouldn’t have a ring on the ring finger.

That ring would be snugly set on his other hand.

They could take his body, his wealth, his intelligence.

But they couldn’t take him away from you and the vow you two had made. Until death do you part.

Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts, @xxcandlelightxx

Help this took so long

[namiusedbubble]

What they’re like as parents

TW: Everything related to pregnancy and parenthood. Reader can get pregnant but no pronouns used.

☠️  SEBASTIAN SALLOW:  ☠️

Sebastian disappears for days when you tell him you’re pregnant. He’s never thought about having children, never really thought anyone would want to have them with someone like him. He worries about being a bad father, that his impulsiveness and curiosity will get either you or his child hurt, and he can’t bare the thought of it. So he goes to the one person he knows will give it to him straight; Anne. 

You’ll find him sitting next to her grave, his eyes raw from lack of sleep. He doesn’t even notice you sit next to him until you lean your head against his shoulder, and it’s then that he breaks down. He confides all of his fears to you, and you do your best to reassure him that he will be a wonderful father and that Anne would have been over the moon for him. You two eventually return to your home hand-in-hand, Sebastian’s chest a little lighter and his heart full of tentative excitement. 

Sebastian is the stereotypical father. He’s the “fun” parent, the one who lets his child away with anything so long as he finds the humour in it, but he’s also extremely protective of both of you. He’ll do literally anything to keep you both safe and happy, and that can sometimes come off as controlling. Don’t worry, though, the minute you tell him off, he’ll take a step back and trust that you know what you’re doing. 

Before your child even starts Hogwarts, they will be well-versed in all manner of defensive spells. If you happen to have a girl, Sebastian will be a strong advocate in naming her after her beloved aunt.

🐍  OMINIS GAUNT:  🐍

Ominis is conflicted when you tell him the news. You hadn’t been trying, but it’s not like you weren’t, either. He’s happy because he loves you, he loves the life you two have created far away from the influence of his family, but he’s also scared. He’s sure his family will learn of the new baby Gaunt and come looking for him. He’s heard rumours of their desperation, years of inbreeding causing most of them to become infertile, and their fear of “polluting” their name with muggle blood meant that the Gaunt line was finally dying out. 

He approaches you one evening and declares that the child should have your surname. For that matter, he will also be taking yours, or you can both create an entirely new one and start your own little family without the shadow of cruelty and extremism hanging over your heads. He’ll tell his child about the Gaunts one day, but until then he wants nothing more than to protect them from an ideology that causes nothing but pain for everyone involved.

Ominis turns out to be the most doting father. He is so, so gentle with his child, but he’s not afraid to be stern with them when need be. He makes sure to instill acceptance into them from an early age, and you’ll find yourself close to tears when you find your child frequently standing up to bullies on behalf of others.

It feels like something shifts in Ominis after becoming a father. Suddenly, the empty crevice in his heart from everything he’s been through is full of joyous laughter and love. This is where he’s always meant to be, he thinks. With you and the family you have gifted to him.

🧪  GARRETH WEASLEY:  🧪

Garreth is over the moon, immediately rushing off to tell everyone and their dog in his excitement. You have to finally sit him down and tell him to stop sending owls when you receive a congratulations note from someone you’d only spoken to for five minutes outside the Three Broomsticks almost a decade ago.

You won’t need to lift a finger during your pregnancy, that’s for sure. Garreth will turn the world over if it means easing any of your discomfort, so prepare for breakfasts in bed, countless foot massages, and questionable potions (don’t worry, he tests them multiple times to make sure they won’t turn the baby into a dugbug). You start to feel guilty when every chore in the house is done before you even wake up, but he’ll insist that it’s the least he can do.

There is never a dull moment with Garreth and your child. Not only will you have dozens of little Weasley cousins flittering in and out of the house, but the two of them will team up to play innocent pranks on you all the time. Can’t find your broom? It’s been transfigured into a spoon and hidden amongst the cutlery, good luck! It’s not all fun and games, though. Garreth is a loving and doting father, and although you can sometimes feel like the “killjoy parent”, he’ll always have your back when it comes to parenting decisions and saying “no” to your child, even if it kills him to see their sad little expression. 

Garreth will be happy with as many children as you’re willing to give him, but he would prefer a large family. All of that chaos can seem a bit overwhelming at times, but the Weasleys are more than happy to look after your child/ren whenever you need a break or want to spend some alone time together. 

⭐  AMIT THAKKAR:  ⭐

He is thrilled at the news, but also full of anxiety. He feels a deep responsibility to provide for both of you and that overwhelms him quite a bit in the beginning, but he’ll settle down after a few reassuring discussions with you and multiple assessments of your budget. 

Amit will spend countless hours reading books on how to be a great father and how best to care for you during pregnancy. There isn’t a single book on the topic that he won’t read, and by the end of it, he considers himself a bit of an expert (”that’s all just theory, Amit!”). He is the type of person who will read to your stomach every night without fail. It could be the history of wizarding chess, or it could be The Tale of Beadle and the Bard, but these nightly stories quickly become the highlight of your evening as his soothing voice eases you into sleep. 

He is the most supportive father on the planet. Although he would love it if your child shared his passion for magical history and stargazing, Amit will immerse himself in whatever they choose to do. Quidditch? He’s the dad cheering from the back during a practice session. Music? Your house is now full of various instruments, both muggle and magical. He’s convinced that his child will be the best at whatever they set their mind to, and he encourages them to never doubt their own mind or abilities.

Amit dedicates every single one of his books to you and your child/ren, both because he loves you, and because you’ve given him the motivation to work even harder at what he does. He wants all of your names to live on forever, and so he’s determined to publish books that will be read by many for years to come. 

[pjohoo-reclists]

The Lightning Thief Era Rec List

In light of the first season of the PJO TV Show coming out and the flood of new fanfics that followed, here's a list of fic recs over 5k that are set in that time period. The corresponding list with fic recs under 5k is here (link TBD). These fics do not contain spoilers for the later books/seasons.

The Love of the Sea by amythestusmoon

G | 6.5k | Complete

Sally Jackson/Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Sally Jackson

Pre-The Lightning Thief, Family Bonding, Protective Poseidon

Poseidon knew, deep down, the moment his child was conceived. Could feel the spark of it, the way he had for millennia before. Could feel the sea reaching for its newest progeny. This child would be strong, it knew it. He knew it. It had to be. He had brought a curse upon it for his own selfishness, and he knew one brother, at least, would punish the child for his broken oath as well. When Perseus was born, Poseidon felt it spark in his heart. He felt the currents of the sea around him dance, rejoicing with him.

leaving like a father (running like water) by avesy

G | 6.6k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Sally Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Sally Jackson

Family angst, Pre-The Lightning Thief, Good Parent Poseidon

After fathering a forbidden child, Poseidon is forced to watch Percy grow up from afar. No matter how painful the distance is, there is an endless list of those who would want to harm him—monsters and gods alike—and Poseidon knows he needs to keep him separate from that world for as long as possible. But when Zeus’ Master BoIt is stolen and Percy has become the prime suspect, Poseidon quickly finds that he can no longer outrun Fate.

Across the Hall by Deerlie_03

T | 7.8k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Sally Jackson

POV Outsider, Percy Jackson needs a hug, Pre-The Lightning Thief

The lives of the Jackson family pre-The Lightning Thief as told by a mortal neighbour who wants nothing but the best for the young woman who recently moved in across the hall, pregnant and without anybody in her life, and her unborn son

Neon Lights Verse by rycbarm123

T | 11k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Triton, Percy Jackson & Hermes

Seafam, background abusive Gabe Ugliano, Murder

Percy has a very bad, no good life after his stepfather enters the picture. It goes from bad to worse, and no one is in his corner. Thing is, he also apparently has a whole other side of his family he didn't know about.

Of Storms and Bloodlines by inkncoffee

G | 13k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon

Canon Compliant, Father-son Relationship, Bonding with Animals

When people thought of Poseidon they thought of the sea; Poseidon, Lord of the Seas, Commander of the Waves, the Stormbringer. Upon consideration they would add Earthshaker, for catastrophic events such as earthquakes were hard to forget. Few remembered, however, that Poseidon was also Lord of the Horses. Stormbringer and Earthshaker tended to squeeze that one out. Percy had been able to talk to horses for as long as he could remember. He liked to think he understood them. Although he's not entirely sure why the new stallion thinks he's its foal. Poseidon is not jealous that Percy thinks a horse makes a better father figure than himself. At all.

forbidden things have a secret charm by phoenix_flying

T | 18k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson & Alabaster Torrington

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Good Luke Castellan, Book 1: The Lightning Thief

That was his first day at Camp Half-Blood. He wished he’d known how briefly he would get to enjoy his new home. OR percys days at camp half blood but different

bring the forgotten dawn by poisedwalrus

G | 22k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson & Grover Underwood, Percy Jackson & Nico di Angelo

Time Travel, Unreliable Narrator, Annabeth is ready to kill a god

“What is it?” Grover asks, “What’s with that weird look on your face?” “Just trying to figure out if turning me in will get us enough bounty money to buy our way to LA.” Percy says, craning his neck towards the news van. “We are not turning you in to the police.” Grover presses his head back into the alleyway. “Why not?” Percy says. They could use a bit of cash. “You guys can just break me out afterwards, right?” Annabeth looks like she’s considering it. “No, guys,” Grover says. “No.” If Percy has to spend the rest of his life cleaning up after the gods, then he might as well start from the beginning.

The Trade AU by Triscribe

T | 29k | Last Updated March 14, 2024

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Thalia Grace, Luke Castellan & Annabeth Chase & Thalia Grace

Poseidon loves Percy, Protective Thalia Grace, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

“Thalia Grace,” said the man, the god, as the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. “Your father has just killed someone I cared very deeply for. I’m here to make certain he doesn’t do it again." Shit. Before Thalia or Luke or Grover could react, the god reached behind him, and pulled out- -a kid. A little kid, no bigger than Annabeth. A boy with curly blonde hair, and red-rimmed eyes, who stared at the four of them with the sort of dazed expression that belonged on people just rescued from the wreckage of natural disasters.

Trading Tomorrow by Darkmagyk, loosingletters

T | 44k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase

Time Travel, Quests, Brotherhood

Percy Jackson arrives at Camp Half-Blood bruised and bleeding, with the knowledge that he's the son of a god and his mother is dead. His little display with the Minotaur has caught the attention of the camp. But he’s not sure it is good attention, yet. Only the Hermes Cabin's not-quite Co-counselor Theseus, ‘call me Theo,’ doesn't treat him like a fascinating zoo exhibit. Which would be a relief, except he looks exactly like Percy: same green eyes, same trouble making smile, same black hair. The only differences are the fact that Theo is six years older, covered in battle scars, and the black tattoo on his arm. A trident and the letters SPQR. Theo is eighteen, powerful, and unclaimed. And his resemblance to Percy could set a dangerous precedent.

The Constriction in Breathing Air by DustShattersLikeGlass

G | 51k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Sally Jackson, Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase & Grover Underwood

Smart Percy Jackson, The gods like Percy, BAMF Percy Jackson

New York was doused in rain. A category five hurricane touched down out at sea. An underwater earthquake followed; tectonic plates shifted; water was sucked away from the shorelines. Warnings were sent to surrounding coastal cities. A hospital in Manhattan remained unaffected. There was no panic in the air and a bubble of safety around the building. Nurses chatted as they worked, talked about the rain, talked about the storm, talked about the beautiful, haunting newborn in room 316 whose heart worriedly stuttered anytime he was away from his mother. The room was quiet. The mother slept. The baby, born too late for mortals but too early for anything else, was awake, staring at the ceiling from his cocoon of wires and blankets. A drop of water ran from the faucet, and as it hit the sink it formed. A Greek God, ancient and old, powerful and wild, condensed into the form of a mortal. He looked fondly on the woman, before stepping to the cradle and looking down at his son. Cresting waves met the depths. “Hello Perseus,” Poseidon, the Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses, rumbled, his voice layered with blessings and ancient rites. “Welcome to the world, μικρός μου Πρίγκιπας των Θαλασσών.”

Stolen Lightning by undeath230

M | 64k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Thalia Grace, Percy Jackson & Luke Castellan, Thalia Grace & Luke Castellan

Competent Chiron, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, BAMF Thalia Grace

Percy Jackson thought he was a normal kid. That was until one fateful day at a museum changed his life permanently. He wasn't sure about it at first, but now he is. He definitely didn't want to be a half-blood.

Son of the Sea God by KeeganageeK

G | 102k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase & Grover Underwood, Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Sally Jackson

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Percy raised by Poseidon, Powerful Percy Jackson

In one world, Poseidon offers to build Sally Jackson a palace under the sea. When she refuses, Sally is left to raise her son by herself in the mortal realm. But what if there was another way? In a different world, Poseidon cannot bring himself to leave his new family and stays to raise his son, Perseus Jackson. Now Percy faces a war between the gods, a new camp with new people, and a quest all the while keeping his past a secret.

[gooeyringtown]

Can you do a head canon on Barbie/Gloria in the same verse as the movie? Like they are a couple because OBVI, but with your interpretation on...

who wakes up first?

who is most protective?

who is quick to jealousy?

who is the big spoon?

yes absolutely!! i did quite a lot LMAO so i'm gonna put a little cut-off

*slight nsfw warning for some

who wakes up first? : gloria, usually. barbie is a HEAVYY sleeper and snores very softly and gloria thinks it's very cute.

who is most protective? : both. gloria primarily because barbie is new (at first) to the world and she knows how unnecessarily nasty some people can be. barbie is protective in the sense that she carefully watches how everybody speaks to and treats gloria, especially considering the fact that she knows how futile gloria can sometimes feel.

who is quick to jealousy? : both. but more-so barbie. she has big feelings and they're quick to get the best of her (gloria thinks it's hot)

who is the big spoon? : i love this one and i think barbie would be, even though she's the more gentle one. she loves the idea of being big and strong and protective over gloria, and gloria would adore it sm

who is more affectionate: barbie in public. gloria in private. (she's a huge softie for barbie and 100% always seeks her out for cuddles or a kiss on the cheek, or hand-holding, etc. especially after a day at work and EXTRA when barbie is being cute. which is always.)

who's most likely to apologize after an argument: gloria. i think they're both very rational, but barbie is a bit more stubborn and also an overthinker, so it can be tough to gather up her thoughts and feelings. by the time she wants to apologize, gloria already has.

who makes the first move and how?: both. but gloria starts it. she gets home from a really long, tiring day at work, remembering that sasha had mentioned a project she needed help on, and she's just exhausted. she walks into the house, though, to see barbie at the dining table helping sasha with said-project, nearly finished. dinner's also made on the stove. barbie beams at her and welcomes her home, giving her a big hug and gushing excitedly about how she and sasha worked so hard. sasha goes upstairs to put her stuff away, and barbie has pencil stains on her hand and face, her hair a little windswept, and she looks so simple and so perfect, and gloria says "kiss me." so barbie does.

who is the most insecure and what makes them feel better?: gloria. she doesn't mean to be; she just has some of those days once in a while where everything can feel so difficult. she usually feels better with some alone time. barbie is very understanding of that and loves to set up gloria's home studio with some art supplies and candles and books just in case gloria wants to spend some time in there. she'll also make her some tea/coffee if gloria feels like it

who is the most romantic?: barbie. she is very silly at first as she gets the hang of it (she nearly gets arrested again for trespassing on private property to pick some of gloria's favorite flowers from a garden) but that woman is a LOVERBOY

who can’t keep their hands to themselves?: depends which way… if u mean generally touchy, barbie. if u mean in the saucy way, GLORIA.

who says ‘I love you’ first?: barbie. she says it very passively bc she thought it was obvious, and gloria cries. barbie is kind of like 🧍🏼‍♀️

what do they get up to on a night out?: i feel like they'd love to go to a pottery class where they make stuff for each other. or an arcade. but mainly i think they'd LOVE to go to one of those places where they give you a cake that's already made/baked and you just decorate it. they'd have so much fun and afterwards they'd probably stay up late at home, eating it in the kitchen and just talking for hours

who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?: barbie

who cried the most at graduation?: BARBIE LMAO. SHE WAS SOBBING.

who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law?: barbie bc she's like 'i've been there, girl.'

what do they like in bed?: barbie likes to be rough sometimes. she also has a thing for gloria whimpering/moaning right into her ear. little bit of a thing for size. and riding. gets super turned on when gloria gets off on her stomach. gloria likes a bit of dirty talk. queen of giving head. lovessss whispering against barbie's lips while she fingers her slowly. has a thing for marks/bruises, espeically leaving them. teasing/edging barbie is her favorite thing, to the point where barbie gets insanely frustrated (sometimes it results in her getting extra rough and flipping them over)

did any of their friends or family want them to get together?: yes. pretty much everybody. gloria's family thinks barbie is absolutely adorable and they could see how much happier gloria became with her around. sasha, ofc, is barbiegloria's biggest shipper but has to be cool about it

who felt romantic feelings first?: ok i think the obvious answer would be barbie, but i hc it as both. though gloria's were much more level and she was like "fuck." and internally panicked and tried to approach it reasonably, whereas barbie was like OH MY GODDDD IM IN LOVE 😭🥹🥹💘 SHE'S THE LOVE OF MY LIFEEEEEE

did either of them try to resist their feelings?: yes. gloria mainly because she feared the change would be too drastic for sasha and couldn't help but imagine if things didn't work out, how messy it could become

what would their lives be like if they had never met?: barbie would be that packaged box of perfection, but without substance and completely superficial. she would have never known imperfection and the joys of being human and the immeasurable beauty in all the mundane things like reading a book, trying a new food, hearing a pretty song. gloria would be lost to the feeling of those impossible standards and spend her life never being free. never feeling good enough. they truly do liberate one another

were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?: gloria was barbie's first everything. barbie was gloria's first love, and the only true one. also the one that outlived and outshined all the others

what’s their height difference? age difference?: gloria is 5'1 and barbie is 5'10 idc. barbie is like 34/35 and gloria is 37

who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?: gloria into barbie's ear, all the time. but once barbie starts doing it, she LOVESSS it. she's so cheeky. and gloria is always death staring her bc she knows damn well they can't do anything

what kind of nicknames do they call each other?: gloria calls barbie honey, mi amor, baby. barbie calls gloria love/my love, babe, and baby also.

who remembers the little things?: barbie mostly.

who’s the stricter parent?: gloria

who worries the most?: gloria. because barbie can be very not careful with some things (like she's still understanding the concept of fire being very hot)

who kills the bugs in the house?: barbie. but she feels bad about it later on and stays up thinking about it sometimes

how do they celebrate holidays?: with gloria's family!

who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?: barbieeeee. gloria can't resist that pout and sleepy face

Who’s the better cook?: gloria. her cooking skills are AMAZINGGGGG

who likes to dance?: gloria!! she loves dancing and is great at it omg. that woman can MOVE. she always makes barbie dance with her at family events or any parties where there's music and a dancefloor

bonus random hcs i have written down:

barbie is very athletic and plays beach volleyball and does karate. she works CRAZY hard to get her purple belt, all so she can let sasha have it because that's sasha's favorite color

barbie grows her own roses to make gloria a bouquet for mother's day

gloria teaches barbie how to swim. (barbie has to wear those little kid floaties)

barbie takes her youtube videos very seriously and will be up at like 1am watching a 45 minute video on some shit like how a gecko hatches or something. she'll bump gloria like 'babe look' even though gloria is asleep

they have a little thing they do where they get those paint-by-number sets and do them together. they're collecting them<33

sasha makes barbie do the fire noodle challenge (barbie is sick for like a day)

when barbie gets her first cut/scab, sasha gets her a band-aid and barbie tears up and is all like 'thank you so much sasha. it's beautiful' while petting the band-aid

sasha is like wtf

barbie learns about mood rings and thinks they're actually magical and is so excited to wear it

sasha is like 'i'm gonna tell her it's all based on temperature.' and gloria is all 'no you're not!!'

sasha is a d&d fiend on the dl and barbie asks her about it one day

they proceed to nerd out together

barbie becomes ENAMORED with dragons

barbie and gloria have a shared journal and they take turns writing in it every night before bed

they also have their own book club where they read a book together (barbie especially loves it bc gloria usually reads a chapter or two for them before bed while barbie lays hugging gloria's stomach and gloria plays with her hair.)

ok that's all for now... if i think of any more hcs, i'll make a separate post/pt.2 ☺️

thank you sm for the ask! i hope you like these!!🩷

[disturbnot]

——— VERSES

main / pkmn — if you think you don't know him, you've probably seen him somewhere without realising it. he's your champion! he's your chosen one. he's your saint and saviour. or is he really the reason the world around you is shivering apart, little bit by little bit? he couldn't tell you as a child, and he still couldn't tell you now. this beleaguered old legend still ambles from lead to lead on his path to some kind of ultimate understanding, some kind of zenith to his messianic condition. he doesn't know what he's for, but that's okay, he knows you don't know what you're for either. the learning curve never ends. this ash can be encountered almost anywhere in the pokémon world, known to regularly drift from region to region, gig to gig, battle to battle, apocalypse to apocalypse. surely, one day, this curse will lift ... won't it?

supernatural — ash is a drifting, wayward hunter from the south-west, son of a hunter and a restaurant owner. his father passed when he was young, and during the same incident, ash became the willing vessel of the god quetzalcoatl, granting him vast power and a unique kinship with the natural world. he seeks vengeance for his father, but has become cognizant of the primordial gods' schemes and also seeks to confront and punish them.

the boys — think pokémon if they were just v'd up animals - that's it. ash grew up in a suburbian town in japan, near the site of a vought international r&d lab headed by his best friend's grandfather, and found out a little more than he should have as a young child. during an intrepid peek into oak's research lab, ash not only received a hefty dose of compound v, but managed to free one of the animals the lab had been experimenting on; a large, semi-sentient mouse with the power to conduct and discharge electricity. this event forced ash's mother (also being targeted by the yakuza for business protection) to take him away on the run. he and his mother have been weaving in and out of encroaching threats from vought and other bodies of organised crime ever since. ash seeks vengeance upon vought, both for his accidental exposure to v, and for the disappearance of his father (who may have been an unfortunate test subject in the 90s). ash has gained powers from v that seem to amplify with time and training. the simplest way to explain him would be if goku swapped out the disciplined martial arts training for slugging whiskey and throwing caution to the wind.

star trek — half-human, half-klingon, all golden retriever energy. this gung-ho starfleet prospect has never passed an exam, but exceeds in idealism, imagination, and practical xenozoology. all he's ever wanted is to see the stars and to see all of the fantastical creatures roaming out there in space ... sadly, his exam results never quite etched that fate into the stars for him. working the bars of various low-tier starships will have to do.

modern / fandomless — maybe you saw him on your tv in the early 2000s, one of the many pro wrestlers that lit the world on fire during the height of the craze. it's a pity that impassable injury cut his tenure in the ring all too short. this retired fighting performer has relegated himself to a steady but uneventful life helping his beloved mother run her snack bar, wishing that he'd taken up a career in animal care.

cowboy / western — nobody can really give you an exact date of when ash rolled into town, or when his local ranch practically bloomed out of the arid ground, but it seems like he's been there since anyone can remember. he's never done any harm, he's a kind and hardy man, known mainly to mind his business and ranch his prized cattle. rumour has it though, his ranch house is simply teeming with animal life; from his herding dogs, to his ratting cats, to his hunting birds. some say there are creatures in that home that man has never seen before, but hey, that's just a local rumour spun by bored tavern-wives... right?

new verses to be added! (rgg, monster hunter, and star wars verses coming soon)

[kuroneko1815]

Tyranny of a lost love

Callisto loved her but he had known that too late. As he stared out at the beautiful day, he cursed it too. Behind him the bed was empty, a proof of his failure. Her absence like a monster gnawing on his very being, the silence haunting him. There would be no more smiles, no more sharp words, no taunts luring him in until he made her beg, spread out on his bed, tangled together and her words of devotion only for him.

He had bid her a final goodbye today, watched as her body was forever entombed in a grave for the two of them, their child dead with her. The Eckharts hadn’t come, too busy fawning over their newly returned daughter, over the girl that had caused all of this. That miserable wretch who had accused his Princess of all manner of wicked misdeeds, he had stopped them but not in time for them to beat the life out of her.

Her broken body etched forever in his mind and soul. The Eckharts had made a nuisance of themselves in the meantime, celebrating the engagement between their precious real daughter and the Marquis, joining his brother’s faction and slandering him.

He cared not for it.

“Your highness?” Porter asked him from where he stood on the other side of his room. Baroness Eloise by his side.

“I love her.” He said dully, voice devoid of life and emotion, just as he now was. “I wanted to protect her, protect them, forever.”

Porter was silent for a moment.

“What do you wish to do?” The aide asked.

“Burn them all to the ground.” He said, a flame lighting up in him. Penelope had wished him to be the perfect emperor, but he couldn’t do that with those filth still walking about.

“As you wish.” Both Porter and the Baroness replied.

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Cedric watched his Liege as he issued out commands. He’d known this to be a possibility for years. Perhaps he should be against this, others certainly would. But Cedric had been sixteen when he followed a twelve year old crown Prince into battle, watched as he stained his hands with blood, destroyed his innocence, butchered his own soul in order to obey the commands given to him by the Emperor and to prove himself to a thankless empire.

The Crown Prince who kept his studies even in the battlefield, who did his work as both the leader of the military and the crown prince, had done the work of practically every other Imperial family member, and yet all he received from high society was scorn and ridicule, the barbarian prince, and assassins every other day or so.

And to see him fall for the first time, to see shades of the boy he’d been resurface around the woman he loved had been so very uplifting. To see the shadows and darkness chased away as he gazed at the Lady, the gentleness with which he held her, the excitement upon his upcoming nuptials, and of his secret impending fatherhood. And then too see it all ripped away, Cedric hadn’t been surprised by the path that the Prince chose to take.

There were many who would follow him to such a course of action, Cedric included. Not just for his liege but for the sake of his friends among the mages as well. His friends who had been trampled on for generations because of their magic when they were so very useful. Far more useful than those corrupt, insolent, uppity nobles in their gilded homes who knew little of the world beyond their halls and balls.

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He had made sure to make a nuisance of himself, a bigger, more effective nuisance. One that constantly undermined his brother and his faction. Destroying the relations between the citizens and those certain nobles further, sowing seeds of distrust and discontent.

He bid his time, he chased down any rumours from Penelope’s days in the streets, his informants more well versed in the art of street gossip and the shadier sides of the world. And he found one in particular. The pink monster, a tale of a little girl with pink hair and blue eyes, angelic in face, but would devour a man whole, sucking the life from them and leaving them as ashes.

Now which demon did he know of that did that? The Laila was known to be a goddess this time around, and that description was quite specific, narrowing it down to two girls within the capital at the time. Penelope and Ivonne Eckhart.

But Penelope had been well known and still well loved among the people of the street, that meant that the monster had to be Ivonne.

He found a wicked sense of humour in the fact that the Marquis, the pure white gentleman of high society would soon be sharing his bed with such a vile thing.

And then he heard tales of his brother’s movements and he smirked. A coup was it?

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In the end, the Marquis brought his bride to be into the Palace, had supported the coup in such a state. Whether he did so willingly was no matter to him. The Eckharts had participated and so doomed themselves as well.

Callisto played the part of hero and caught them in the act. What he discovered was that the Laila could heal the host body with life forces, he threw the brothers in first, made the Duke watch what his daughter had done to his sons. Made him remember how he’d cast out his other child.

He had no sympathy.

The Marquis had escaped his grasp but he hunted him even now. It wouldn’t be much more until he caught him.

Outside the doors, the new Emperor was hailed, the golden hero of the Empire. Many families had been purged from nobility, many more loyal servants and soldiers uplifted into nobilities ranks.

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Winter Verdandi watched it all from a cave far away. Too late had he awoken from the thrall. He had destroyed an innocent girl, the Crown Prince… no, the new Emperor’s love. And had inadvertently caused her death.

It set about a path of silver tongued tyranny for the Golden Prince.

He looked out at the capital, at the buildings being rebuilt after the Laila had unleashed the Golden Dragon. So many… so many lives had been destroyed by his actions, so many lives lost. The faces of his apprentices appeared in his mind, the fear and betrayed looks they’d given him as he allowed Ivonne to take them, to devour them, it was too much.

He set about making things right as he stepped into the ritual’s circle and felt the flames lick in to his skin.

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The spell had been done too many times. Far too many to even be counted. The soul that had suffered so many agonizing deaths and moments had shattered long before the spell had even been cast.

Time froze, unable to accommodate the glaring absence needed to complete the reversal.

Fate compensated.

The soul was remade, a child was born in a new world. Parallel experiences mirroring the ones she had suffered through in one world, only this time, she was born in a place and time where she had a choice.

Fate decreed only in death. Death came, but could not fully reap.

The child grew into a woman who fell unconscious and woke up in the other life.

And so time reset, now able to proceed along the many paths it could take.

Obviously I’m on to my angst phase again. I guess I’ve been working on too much fluff behind the scenes too, including a new Imperial Domesticity instalment. So I needed to balance it out.

[skysaunter]

𝐃𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒 : : 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓, 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄. twin!verse affiliated with @forcenexus

3 headcanons i wrote over the past week. questions provided by @tapalslegacy & @techniiciian 💕 thanks guys!! i'll take more questions if y'all have any!!

WHAT ARE THE BIGGEST CONTRASTS VADER HOLDS IN COMPARISON TO ANAKIN, ASIDE FROM WHAT IS ALREADY SEEN IN CANON?

aside from vader being an individual entity with his own unique thoughts and emotions?  quite a few, i’d argue.  to clarify, in this alternate universe, anakin and vader are identical twins.  they are not clones nor versions of anakin from a different universe, but twin boys carried to term by shmi skywalker.  their physical resemblance does not equate to identical thoughts, feelings, or life experiences,

as far as forcenexus/emrys and i have discussed, the events of the phantom menace unfold as usual, but the twins are separated at the age of nine.  qui-gon likely favored anakin, as he showed the greatest potential to become a good jedi—emphasis on good.

i’ve thought a lot about why qui-gon didn’t take vader along with him, and i’m sure i could come up with some extremely contrived but reasonable excuses, such as sensing a darkness within vader even at his young age, or qui-gon noticing that vader was not only temperamental but also quick to resort to violence—traits extremely unsuitable for a child already considered too old to train.  i could even rationalize his behavior by giving him a righteous justification, such as vader’s standoffish behavior towards the world around him was a protective measure to shield his family, especially his twin brother, from bullies and external dangers threatening to do harm.

but nothing makes more sense than vader voluntarily staying behind because he simply couldn't bear the thought of leaving his mother.

while i want to say this is for a very noble reason—and to some extent, it is—i must also acknowledge his choice to stay was not entirely selfless.  even if qui-gon had extended the offer to train him as well, vader would have willingly sacrificed the prospect of a better life because the weight of abandoning his mother would have been too heavy a burden to bear.

anakin, too, was deeply attached to his mother—but he was still able to leave her behind, albeit with the hope of one day freeing his family from slavery.

i think this example already reveals a fundamental difference between the two brothers.  vader’s struggles may hold a superficial resemblance to anakin’s, but the reality of their motivations and emotional resilience is far more complex.

  WOULD VADER RESENT ANAKIN?

this is a difficult question to answer, and i say that mainly because by the time vader is an adult, he is too self-aware of his current circumstances to misdirect his anger/resentment towards his brother.  at the same time, emotions can often defy reason, and he’s not only been trained but encouraged to give in to these negative feelings.  so yes, i do think there are times he experiences irrational bouts of anger whenever he thinks of his brother and the life he seems to embody.  however, i believe his emotions stem more from envy of his brother’s life than from genuine resentment towards him as a person.

the jedi of the prequel era are known for their strict discipline and emotional suppression, which, in some cases, reaches unhealthy levels, especially if mishandled — not saying this happens to all jedi, i’m saying this is the canonical explanation for jedi who are unable to release their feelings into the force.  these neglected feelings will become an internalized conflict, something anakin deals with throughout his entire life — but it’s nothing compared to what vader endured growing up under sidious’s tutelage.

first off, i don’t believe for a second that sidious groomed vader in the same manner as anakin.  to provide some insight into what i mean by that, i’m gonna just be frank about it: sidious was incomprehensibly cruel towards vader.  why?  because sidious had no incentive to show kindness.  he already favored one of the twins significantly, so why extend that courtesy to the other?

besides, this touches on sidious’s knowledge-seeking nature.  he relished in testing limits, especially if it yielded new insights, regardless of the cost—up to and including the subject’s life, as demonstrated with the zillo beast in TCW.   sidious was unabashedly self-serving; his self-interest was absolute.

for this reason, i don’t see why i wouldn’t apply the same logic in regard to the twins.   anakin, ostensibly nurtured by the jedi and under the guidance of the council, would thrive in his environment, becoming a celebrated hero during the clone wars.  meanwhile, vader would suffer in the shadows, enduring physical and mental abuse by sidious.  he would watch from afar as anakin garnered fame and admiration, all while biding his time on behalf of his master's grand plan.

sidious would absolutely use these points against vader by the way, and i don’t mean, “look at how accomplished and heroic your brother is,” because vader doesn’t give a flying fuck about his brother’s accomplishments.  he’s more pissed that sidious would praise anakin over what he perceives as ‘nothing special’.  sort of like, “well i can do that too but i don’t see you applauding me, you stupid old man wtf”

tbh, knowing that kinda makes it significantly worse for him, too.  vader despises that he craves praise from sidious—his abuser, the man who enslaved him a second time—yet he can't help himself.  it’s the child in him that wants to feel praise, to feel worthy of acknowledgment.

vader is acutely aware of sidious's tactics to provoke his temper, exploit his insecurities, and manipulate his feelings to foster genuine contempt for his brother.  the rule of two dictates that only the strongest survives to become the true apprentice.  however, having spent most of his life under sidious’s thumb, vader has grown far too perceptive of his master's manipulations to direct his negative feelings towards anakin.

overall, i want to say vader is catastrophically self-aware of his predicament; he understands he’s a pawn, but it’s easier to cling to the belief that he is a crucial asset, that sidious expects him to defeat his brother because a jedi is no match for a sith.  but vader would sooner die than acknowledge that, and he’d rather die than slaughter anakin, his own flesh and blood, the last vestige of their late mother.

after all, the force hasn’t spared his brother.  anakin, too, has been corrupted, brainwashed by the jedi to do their bidding.

vader's plan is to rectify this, to save his brother, once sidious is removed from the equation.

BONUS DISCO HC:

[10:26 PM] han solo for president: i thought of a really sad headcanon. what if vader still doesn't know how to read or write because sidious legit did not treat him like anything more than a tool/weapon/slave. like?? he might understand certain shapes mean certain letters, and certain sequences of letters mean XYZ ( exit / enter sign ) but outside of a superficial comprehension, i don't think he really knows anything??

and the only reason why his manner of speech might come off as 'refined' on the surface, especially in comparison to the way anakin speaks, is because sidious is a politician, therefore has a larger vocabulary pool.

when sidious kidnapped him, the kid only knew informal/colloquial huttese, basic, binary, and didn't know how to read or write. so that means he learned everything else through verbal communication and conjecture... and that's it

[10:32 PM] the future president’s son: i’m sobbing

thanks for reading!

[someone-took-lost]

second verse same as the first- refs refs refs

only out here i believe is omens, so look forward to this boyo becoming an adoptable sometime soon ! as for the rest, i think i’ll be keeping them all for story purposes later! but i’ll still make some other concepts just in case.

for now, here are their brief desc. c:

venus ambience [she/they|demisexual lesbian|second oldest]

the melancholic child of stars, the tired matron of roses, the new arbiter of sleep, venus is the docile daughter of the luna poly group. she’s an unenthusiastic little cloud, who wants nothing more than to sleep all night. and dream of nothing but sweet smelling cherry blossoms, and pink clouds. unfortunately, her family’s life situation calls for her needing to be a bit more awake than she wishes. she’s not the most motivated pony in the world, but she is observant , and very creative and talented when she puts her mind to tasks. but she’s just not motivated enough to try anything else but sleep and listen to gossip.

eurus [she/they|bisexual|oldest]

the shadow of cantorlot, eurus is the intimidating oldest child of luna. she’s a force to be reckoned with, and has a gaze sharper than any blade. rumor has it that part of eurus’s abilities is partial omnipotence , and that she has eyes all over the castle. which may or may not be true, as the mare seems to always hear the whispers of noxious ponies in the halls of the castle. aside from her terrifying misadventures, eurie is also known as the “condescending hard-ass” of her siblings. often taking things way more seriously than others, and coming off a bit strong in her passion to make sure her family is perceived well. though not out of vanity, eurus is just highly protective of her siblings, and would do just about anything to make sure they stay safe and out of bad light.

omens [he/they|demiboy gay|youngest]

the sweet, smol boi of the sibs. omens is the kindhearted soul of his bunch, and does all that he can in the best interests of others. and while that does lead him to get hurt quite a lot, omens is still just proud to do his best to help others out whenever he can. and due to his foresight abilities , omens has a tendency to overthink quite a bit when it comes to approaching situations. being able to foresee all the worst outcomes. even if it may have a good ending- how can he take a chance on that!? oh gods. what is he going to do with himself ,,,

daydream [he/him|poly bisexual|second youngest]

even tempered, and far more chilled out than his other siblings, day is a voice of reason within the homestead of the royal family. his down to earth nature make him a close friend to most all who live within the castle grounds, as he’s always around to listen to the woes of whomever needs an ear to hear. because of his antics, day has always spent a good amount of time with the staff of the castle. especially those in the gardens, and one pony in particular. who taught him quite a lot about the maintaining of flowers and other sweet smelling herbs, which have lead to his own personal passion of exploring elixirs and crafting teas.

[whinlatter]

i MUST hear your thoughts on "im your man" by mitski and how it's the ginny/harry/sirius trio anthem in "beasts"...must hear

what have you done asking me about this...... a great and terrible mistake........ the air is thick with sirens...........

basically i'm your man is an absolutely perfect song about feeling unworthy and undeserving of the love someone gives you, and a feeling of great dread that one day the other person will realise it and leave. it is - for this reason - so eye-wateringly ginny-sirius-harry coded i simply cannot bear it. that whole album (the land is inhospitable and so are we) is heaven and there are so many songs on it that have been absolutely dynamite for getting the juices flowing with this fic (the frost and star are my hinny anthems for chapter 12  👀)

so i am taking a short dissertation writing break to offer an entirely unhinged rant about i'm your man complete with some mild beasts spoilers because apparently i care a lot about this inexplicably. thank you so much for humouring me!

you're an angel, i'm a dog or you're a dog and i'm your man you believe me like a god i'll destroy you like i am

the first verse plays with the idea that there are three tiers of being - dog, man, angel/god - that all exist in relation to each other. the narrator sings the song to put themselves down. you're an angel, i'm a dog - meaning, i'm lowly nothing compared to your pure divine greatness. in the next line, a twist and advance on that idea: you're a dog (faithful, honest, loyal, loving easily and with such trust) and i'm your man (the one who is responsible for you, who you look to protect and sustain you, who is unworthy of that kind of adoration). you believe me like a god - you trust and believe in my power and ability to take care of you and guide you. but then: i'll destroy you like i am - the only real godlike power the narrator identifies with is the capacity for destruction and ruin.

ok partly it's... you know....... the dog thing because i am very on-the-nose. (obviously sirius as padfoot, but also the distinctions in the wizarding world between beings as the moral civilised entities vs the beasts, the wild and lawless and violent magical creatures). but it's also this suggestion of hero worship and adoration from one character to another, and the object of that kind of love struggling to feel worthy of it and fearing the power it has given them over the other person. it's such a huge vibe for how i'm thinking about these characters !! i feel like it works both for harry and sirius' relationship as well as harry and ginny's: the love and reverence harry has for sirius, when sirius is filled with so much self-loathing and guilt and awareness of his own failings as a parent figure, and the way harry comes to love ginny and think of her as this pure singular light and symbol of all his hopes for a bright and good future, which (i think!) would be a lot for ginny to take on and live up to and feel deserving of. there's even shades of it in how i imagine ginny feels about sirius in the flashbacks - little ginny looking up to sirius like he's a god, hanging off his every word, sirius backing away from being responsible for this child's admiration and desire for guidance from him.

i'm sorry i'm the one you love no one will ever love me like you again so when you leave me, i should die i deserve it, don't i

i mean this is a pure sirius verse imo also with such harry shades to it ('i deserve it don't i' pure ootp harry angst). but i see some of ginny in this too ('i'm sorry i'm the one you love' - her wish that she could just be such cool and chill and easy and trying to live up to this idea harry sometimes as of her as so strong and stoic and able to deal with things, and then her feelings when all that comes crumbling down....)

i can feel it getting near like flashlights coming down the way one day you'll figure me out i'll meet judgment by the hounds

the feeling of being hunted! sirius and harry as wanted men! ginny getting found out and caught in her secrets and half-lies! 'i'll meet judgement by the hounds' god. god

people always gave me love others were never to blame after all you believe me like a god i'll betray you like a man

i think of this verse as the sirius and ginny verse. here the narrator locates the source of their unworthiness internally, not in being deprived of love by others, but in something fundamentally broken and tainted inside them. sirius as a character can't blame a total absence of love for what he's become - he was loved, he blames no-one but himself for the loathing he feels for himself. ginny, too, could not have been more loved, both before the TMR ordeal, but also thereafter - she comes from a family that adores her, she is widely liked and admired; but still, there's something missing in her sense of self. i do not wish to spoil future chapters but yeah this is bit is a Big Mood as we come closer to understanding ginny's war and what it asked of her

in chapters 10 and 11 of beasts, i started to play with this idea of the traitor, of a person who has made a great and terrible choice to betray the people close to them and in doing so revealed a true self that was there all along but lay dormant. so far in the fic, i've tried to thread in a lil drip-drip-drip of questions about the self, who a person really ever is, and about the choices characters make because of their sense of who they are, especially moral choices, in a war and under a regime that must, ethically, be resisted.

of sirius, harry, and ginny, so far it's sirius who knows most about what it is to be a traitor: someone who spent the bulk of his life assumed to be a turncoat, who is consumed by his hatred of wormtail and the memory of his treachery, who can't even begin to grasp the layers and dimensions to his own brother's betrayal, and who fundamentally still thinks of himself as a traitor to his best mate, believing himself to having 'as good as' killed lily and james. harry is the one who's full of trust, throughout the war:

'“No,” Harry said out loud, and they all looked at him, surprised. The firewhisky seemed to have amplified his voice. “I mean . . . if somebody made a mistake,” Harry went on, “and let something slip, I know they didn’t mean to do it. It’s not their fault,” he repeated, again a little louder than he would usually have spoken. “We’ve got to trust each other. I trust all of you, I don’t think anyone in this room would ever sell me to Voldemort."'

“No, I think you’re like James,” said Lupin, “who would have regarded it as the height of dishonour to mistrust his friends.” Harry knew what Lupin was getting at: that his father had been betrayed by his friend, Peter Pettigrew. He felt irrationally angry. He wanted to argue, but Lupin had turned away from him...'

ginny, of course, knows what it is to be betrayed - by her first real friend, by her own brother. but i just think these two final lines, the twist on the first verse, are such a huge huge mood for drawing some of these ideas to the surface as the plot inches (v slowly lol) forwards - the idea of a character who has had every faith put in them by someone who loves and believes in them, who fears that they wll buckle under the weight of it and betray that love and trust in terrible ways. to betray you like a man - for the great moral sin to be something inherent to no other creature or being but man - is just such a powerful cool as shit line that is really gettin me going for writing the next bit of this fic.

wow i didn't even know how much i cared about this song but turns out it's a lot???? troubling for me!

[quitefair]

10, 12 & 17 for the worldstate ask game. re:your answers the longer the better

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aghh you indulge me so..... (answering these for all three of my girls hehe)

10. are they good horse riders?

Arra: Terrified of them. Will never go near one with a ten foot pole.

Indra: Can handle herself on horseback, but isn't a terribly good rider. She much prefers travelling on foot or by caravan.

Tashak: Grew up with loads of farm animals and livestock, her people placed beasts of burden in particular in high regard (which I hope will be addressed in The World Expectant-verse eventually, its pretty important to her culture). So yeah, she's great with horses. In fact, I went and gave her the most difficult mount in the game for this very reason ;) maybe there's a story behind that, who knows?

12. attitude towards Mabari?

Arra: Initially indifferent to them until she got hers. Ishal very quickly becomes one of her closest companions, and she would die for him by the end of the game.

Indra: Is Ferelden :) Enough said.

Tashak: Admires their intelligence, but never was around them much (there were more regular dogs in the Marches where she grew up)

17. what were they like as a child?

Arra: Scrappy, constantly covered in dirt and bruises, always, always behind her mother. Devouring everything Adaia had to teach her. Her pride in her people was instilled by her mother, and it's one of the few things she has left of Adaia when she's gone.

Indra: Very quiet, very bookish, barely spoke outside of their household. I kind of went into it a little in Names, but she's one of those kids that hid behind Leandra's skirts when they went to the market, or behind Malcolm as he spoke with traders passing through Lothering. Terribly shy, but curious as anything, watching the world pass by with wide open eyes.

Tashak: Ah this is where things get a little sad. Because there's the pre-Incident Tashak, and post-Incident Tashak. (What the incident is... some of you will know. But I'll not say it because it's a little bit of spoilers.)

Pre-Incident Tashak was outwardly cheerful, curious and charismatic, greeting everybody with a smile and a question. No stranger danger (which was her downfall eventually), and would always run up to family friends for a hug when they came to visit.

Post-Incident Tashak... is essentially the beginnings of adult Tashak. Quiet. Reserved. Cautious to a fault, a little anxious at meeting new people. She's still warm and affectionate with her family, but others see a serious, determined child constantly at the archery range. Practising day and night to be good at the bow. To protect her family.

[byenycfm]

Jeremiah Rose || 40 || #301 || Boyd Holbrook || Closed

Personality:

jeremiah’s approachability and mood depends on the day and the amount of bullshit he’s had to endure for that day. in general he’s a bit exhausted all the time from being constantly in motion getting things done. he’s blunt and to the point, not wanting his time to be wasted and he’s impatient in that same sense. despite what people take a surface level, he’s actually quite intelligent, and he doesn’t miss much of what’s going on around him. he isn’t the type to make an impulsive decision unless he has to, he likes to know exactly what outcomes are possible and what he’s going up against. that’s not to say he doesn’t have some reckless moments, but that’s much more in his past unless it means doing whatever it takes to protect those he cares about and is loyal to. when it comes to his work, he can be quite cold and unforgiving, ruthless. but he can have a good time, even laugh once and awhile, if he can find the time to do so– relaxation isn’t a luxury he feels like he’s afforded often.

Biography:

jeremiah was born to a mother who wasn’t ready to be a mom and dropped off with grandparents who were done having children. still, they took him in and then did the same with his brother who came along a few years later. to their credit, they made an attempt at raising the boys but by the time a third child came along, his little sister, they were far too along in years to be chasing young children. especially ones like jeremiah who were keen on getting into pockets of trouble whenever he saw an opening. their mother was hardly around and jer gave up on her long before charlie came around. being the oldest, however, jer didn’t hesitate to step up and take responsibility for his siblings and their grandparents when their health started to fail. his siblings were and are everything to him and he’d do anything to keep them safe. he couldn’t stop jp from experiencing the disappointment of a neglectful childhood or falling in with the wrong people the same way he’d done. even though he would do his best to keep him from getting into deep, a point of no return where he couldn’t protect him anymore. when it came to charlie both of them made a point to keep her far away from the evils of the world and out of trouble. they all relied on each other and did their part to keep the house running, take care of their grandparents, and survive. jer did his best to take on the bulk of it all, especially when their grandparents passed, but each of them did what they could to look out for each other.

in order to make ends meet, jeremiah started his hustling from a young age which only flourished as time went on. he started with stealing candy, snacks, and the like from the store and selling it to kids at school for a full profit. later this turned to substances, weapons, and services. he fell in with a local gang that he went on to become one of their leaders through an exchange of power and with him the group grew, both in size and income coming in. this meant after a lifetime of struggling to make ends meet, things were finally comfortable though it didn’t exactly make his life any easier. if he didn’t have to worry about how food was going to get on the table, clothes on backs, and bills paid– he could focus on keeping things steady on the business end of things.

until the world flipped upside down for everyone, of course. when the outbreak happened he was out taking care of some people who owed him money. his day was filled with few collections, a meeting with some large buyers, and checking in on members making sure they were getting their job done. but it became apparent those plans were going to be changed when people started attacking others, consuming them. jer feels on the lucky side of things that he was always strapped with weapons and well versed in the art form of violence ( loved and craved it, in fact ). he ended up fighting his way out of the chaos and getting back to the wexley as soon as he could to make sure his family was safe.

during a supply run, something to stock up before the worst of winter was supposed to hit the city, jeremiah was separated from each other when a hoard closed in on them. he hid from the swarm of chompers and waited it out, making his plan to get back to the wexley. when he was in the clear, he ventured out only to be met with an incoming snow storm and a group of raiders. in a split second decision, he chose to align with the raiders knowing they weren’t going to be doing much raiding until the snow melted and it was his best chance of surviving through whatever length of time it took for the snow to clear. he held no loyalty to them, though some he had more in common with than he’d like to admit, but because of them he stayed fed and warm until spring. once the snow was gone enough for him to escape, he would– in the meantime, he hoped his people were okay.

Pre Outbreak Occupation: drug dealer , thief , gang member / leader, henchman Previous Zombie Experience: from the start jer’s had to take out quite a few chompers and it doesn’t bother him. anytime he goes on runs or out for any reason he has to deal with them, it wasn’t the first time he’d killed something and it won’t be the last. Marital Status: Single Children: maisie o'halloran (daughter, unknown location)  Residence: Apt. 301 Years residing at The Wexley: Pre Outbreak 39 years Connections: Rose family - Siblings

[haravatatakademik]

HSR Verse

Name: Alhaitham

Nickanme(s): Haitham, Librarian, Book Worm, Archivist,

Occupation: Archivist, Systems and Data Recovery, Academic Philosopher

Age: late twenties

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Bi/Pan - Male leaning

Height: 6'2"

Build: Fit, Athletic, Tall

Affiliation: Herta Space Station (Currently)

Path: Eurdition

Power: Quantum

Weapon: Gems and Light

Skills: Research, Observation, Planning, Tactics, Deception, Studying, Computer Systems, Information Organization and Recovery,  Hacking and Decryption, Physical Archival of Files and Artifacts, Library Sciences

PERSONALITY:

     Alhaitham knows that he can be misunderstood as difficult and hardheaded. He doesn't bother to correct people, preferring to retreat to his world of books, music, and interests. Alhaitham tends to focus on his work during work hours, but outside of work it's hard to convince him to work when he's off the clock. While Alhaitham could be classified as introverted, he's moreso just isn't interested in a lot of interactions with people.

He is not a member of the Genius Society or the Intelligentsia Guild, though he has been acknowledged by both. He prefers to live his life as he so choses, not needing the recognition of others.

TID BITS: - Ambidextrous. - Has been arrested before, Charges dropped due to lack of evidence. - Has spent time, and enjoys spending time on Punklorde. - Alhaitham's pseudonym is Vultur Volans. - As a person that walks the path of Erudition, Alhaitham believes in the pursuit of knowledge and the sharing of truth.

STORY TLDR: - Alhaitham is Sigonian. - He was childhood friends with Kaveh, but the separated as they grew up and studied. - Alhaitham studied a variety of things, but has doctorates in library sciences and computer programming. - He works as a contracted Archivist, updating and restoring both digital and physical archives. - Alhaitham is a published author in Philosophy, and under a pseudonym, Vultur Volans, he digitally publishes the historical truth of the IPC's Actions. - He is looking for Kaveh.

STORY:

     "Alhaitham! Let's explore the Stars together!"

His childhood was quiet, but not without issues. Alhaitham was raised by his grandmother, and he had a best friend, Kaveh. From a young age he knew his parents died on Sigonia-IV. Before they died in the desert they brought him as an infant to live with his grandmother.

He heard the names that people called him. He knew what they meant. Kaveh got mad on his behalf, and let yelled at the people who muttered awful things under their breathe.

Alhaitham's Grandmother wanted him to have a quiet and peaceful life. So she raised him with love and dotted on him. She kept him close, and protected, so nothing bad would happen to him. And Alhaitham wanted to stay with her and Kaveh forever.

But Kaveh wanted to explore to stars. And he wanted Alhaitham to come with him. But Alhaitham didn't want to leave his Grandmother. So one day Kaveh left him behind.

"I love you, my Grandson, Alhaitham,"

Alhaitham's grandmother likely wasn't biologically related to him. And his parents likely weren't even his parents. But they saved him from the conflict on Sigonia-IV. His parents, whether it was the people who brought him to his grandmother, or other people, died in conflict.

But Alhaitham's grandmother loves him. And raises him. And in all ways that matter, they are family. She teaches him to love learning, to think critically and pursue knowledge.

Alhaitham stayed with his grandmother until she passed away. Taking care of her till the end of her life. He treasured her till the end of her life, and she treasured him as a child.

"It's time to carve my own path."

Alhaitham studied Computer programming and library sciences. He has a doctorate in physical and digital Archival and Recovery sciences. He gets hired to build or recover digital and/or physical archives for people or institutions, which allows him to travel to universe.

His latest job was on the Herta Space Station, he'd been about to finish up his contract when the Anti-Matter Legion attacked. In the aftermath of the attack, Alhaitham's contract got extended, so he could help repair some of the archival system's broken in the attack.

Which has put a damper on his search to reunite with his childhood friend.

Alhaitham has also published several books on philosophy, musing on the rationality, correlation, the effects of one sided history telling, and the faults of corporatization and gentrification.

Under his pseudonym, Vultur Volans, Alhaitham has digitally published historical texts that has been more truthful than the IPC's telling of historical events.

[openshanklygates]

Softness Isn't Weakness

Whumpril 2024 April 6th, 2024 DIZZINESS Miro/Alyssa Santos (OC) Apocalypse Verse

She wasn't cut out for this new world and Alyssa Santos knew it. Even before the world had fallen into total disarray, it was never kind to those who refused to play dirty. Those who acted with only kindness and benevolence in their hearts were either dismissed or completely taken advantage of. And now? Now the worst of what could happen was that they were left for dead and their encampments raided for supplies. Had she been alone, Alyssa knew that would have been her fate.

Thankfully, she wasn't alone.

The one thing kindness was good for was making allies and friends. Alyssa's best friend since she was a child had been Sadie Cullen. Well, Sadie Hahn these days. Since the end of the world, Sadie had married her beau Walter. That marriage had meant that Sadie and Alyssa were protected by the Imperium encampment. Walter led his two closest allies, Marcel and Fabian, on many successful raids of their own. When not needing to hunt and scavenge, Walter ran the encampment with an iron fist in order to protect those he cared for. That meant that when a new threat came calling, Alyssa was also protected.

A new threat like the man who had come with hopes of taking things from the Imperium encampment was currently coming.

Everyone knew the man who called himself The Redeemer. Miro was a brute of a man, who used brute force to take the things that he wanted. Some said that whenever he arrived, the trumpets would sound as if announcing a god himself. Those who lived in the Wasteland with any knowledge of the Redeemer had heard of the way he destroyed the encampment of a man known as El Idolo. It was why, when the trumpets had sounded around the Imperium encampment, Walter had been more than ready.

Miro had attacked with his strength and two of his own minions, a smaller man who looked at if he belonged in The Capital known as The Artiste and a brute of a man who simply went by the name Fulton. While Fulton and The Artiste had headed for Marcel and Fabian, Miro had gone straight for the medical supplies that they had come after. The very supplies that Alyssa, the camp medic, protected with her life. Her head swam as she looked for any weapon she could use. "St...stay back! I won't let you..."

Miro looked her over, a chuckle in his throat, "Come now, malko prasence, do not fight over this. You will not last."

"I'm not afraid of you!" Alyssa shouted, though there was a little tremor in her voice. She stuffed the little med packs into the pockets of the pink apron she wore, though her eyes still searched for something to defend herself with. "I...I'll scream!"

"Not afraid, but you will scream?" Miro laughed, stepping closer to the young woman with a frightening grin.

Alyssa could feel her head swimming, dizzy in her panic. She took a step back, running into the wall behind her. Her soft blue eyes landed on one of the crates she used to prepare her medical supplies, specifically on the scissors she used to cut the bandages. Her hand darted out to grab the pair, though her head still seemed to swim. "I...st...stop!"

"What do you plan to do, hm?" Miro placed a hand above Alyssa on the wall, an eyebrow raised, "Do you think it will stop if you stab me?"

"I-" she wanted to faint, to pass out.

Miro's free hand pulled at the pair of scissors in her hands, cocking his head to the side as she refused to let go, "Come now, malko prasence. Do not make me hurt you."

Alyssa tried to wrestle the scissors out of his grasp and, in one fluid motion, she shoved them forward into the skin of his hand. Her eyes went wide, surprised at her own actions. It wasn't the blood that surprised her. She was a medic, blood was nothing. But knowing she had hurt someone, even in self-defense, was new. "I said let go."

Miro raised his hand, blood running from his palm onto the dirt floor. His eyes narrowed, nostrils flared in anger, "Oh, malko prasence. You should not have done that."

He lunged for her, but Alyssa didn't back down. She moved towards him, plunging the scissors into his thigh, eliciting a pained grunt from the Redeemer. She pried them open, the skin ripping as she did so, causing the man to fall to his other knee and crashing into the wall. Alyssa turned, still woozy on her feet. In the shadow of the doorway stood her savior, Fabian. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. "Are you alright? Did he hurt you?"

"I'm fine," Alyssa gave a timid whimper, watching the downed Redeemer, "He-"

"He will have to pay for his crimes," Fabian gave her hip a gentle squeeze, "Let us tell Walter."