#✧ “ commission accepted ” ⇁ starter ✧

[teyvatians]

unplotted starter for @guardiancypress-txt !

Freminet fiddled with the hem of his shirt as he walked down the street. He really didn't understand why Father had to have him be the one to greet the commissioner - he was no good with people, after all. As far as he was concerned, the commissioner was probably just on vacation, and coming to his place would just disturb him... But nonetheless, Freminet knew he had to follow orders and tell the man what he was told.

He knocked on the door to the place he was told. He could tell his palms were sweaty; he felt like he was going to drop the envelope that he clutched tightly in his hands. After a moment with no answer, he knocked again, as hard as he could.

"Mr.Kamisato, are you there? Father told me I was to let you know the House of the Hearth is on your side, should you need us to be..."

[inprogresspokemon]

These Fire-type Pokemon were commissioned and designed by @kyuremfan24. They are the Fire Starters of the Nenal Region.

Leeat (Fire) Cub Pokémon #004 - Born in a pride of its evolutionary line where only the strong can stay, the weak are kicked out. Instead of accepting defeat, the weak Leeat don’t give up, making them a symbol of determination within Nenal; those strong enough to stay become symbols of strength.

Wapion (Fire) Photosynthesis Pokémon #005 - A very prideful Pokémon, Wapion use their manes to absorb sunlight to boost the power of their inner flame, a fire that increases their strength whether they are among their pride or all alone. Though difficult to tame, Wapion who have been trained are extremely loyal, protecting their companions at all cost.

Sereeuw (Fire/Grass) Sergeant Pokémon #006 - Mighty warriors and leaders of their prides, Sereeuw will roar orders to other Pokémon like a commanding sergeant. For stubborn subordinates they will either use a blazing rage to impose fear or a soothing smell to calm them down, obtaining obedience from even the most obstinate underling.

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[itsonlybaby]

𐙚ᣟ݂﹒𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐫 - 𝐛. 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞﹒

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Bellamy Blake - Polis

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ⸝⸝ They met in the shop's area of Polis, you trading Bellamy a small wooden sculpture, which he kept. Thinking of you every day, every day for 2,026 days. ﹒ 　 ⊹ 　⤷ cw: sfw, angst, spoilers, emotional cheating, grounder reader

Waking up you were met with the familiar sounds of busy streets, sounds of horses, and bells as people tried to attract traders towards their shops; most would call these sounds annoying or obnoxious but you called them home.

Sitting up you stretched and let out a small yawn, washing away the exhaustion. Throwing your wolf fur bedsheets off the cold air nipped at your exposed skin, sending a chill down your spine. You shivered as your bare feet met the cold wood below you.

Walking to your dresser you pulled out one of your usual outfits. A pair of leather jeans with laces running along the sides, a long-sleeved shirt, and a ripped-up gray T-shirt to go over that due to the chilly weather this morning.

Placing on your black leather boots you made your way downstairs, to your small wood shop. You made all kinds of wooden things. Wooden bowls, plates, sculptures, commissions, and even toys for children.

Your shop had become well-loved by the people of Polis.

Gathering the small tools you needed to carve the wood you sat down and placed a bucket between your feet for the excess wood that fell. It was a good fire starter that you often gave out to the people of Polis.

Picking up a tool you began the familiar practice, going for a little bunny. They had been your favorite animal.

You were finishing up the bunny when you heard the sudden commotion and bustling streets come to a halt, placing down the bunny on your shop's front desk you looked up and found people lined up at their respective shops, letting three people pass peacefully.

One was a blonde-haired girl, another was an older man with speckled hair and a beard, and the last was a fairly attractive black-haired guy with freckles. The blonde and noir were holding hands before he locked eyes with your shop, pointing before walking over. Your nerves were all over the place, what could they have wanted?

He had approached your shop, entranced with the tiny sculptures, landing at the one in front of you.

He had spoken but you couldn't understand that well, the only word you could understand was 'you'.

Suddenly standing up and taking the bunny in your hand you made a motion for him to take it.

"Beja, disha gon yu." Please, this is for you. /

You spoke with a smile and saw him shake his head in a 'no' motion, bringing his hands up and waving them with a smile.

You insisted, "Beja," And after a few seconds, he gave in, taking the small bunny with a goofy grin, admiring the talent in his hands.

Before he could give anything in return Clarke rushed to two into the tower, speaking words you could barely understand.

All you could do was stand there in awe of the situation that just passed.

The streets covered back in crowds of people and the bustling streets once again started.

The day came and went with every few customers as everyone was hiding, not wanting to cross paths with the Skaikru people.

You, on the other hand, stayed open for as long as you could. Wishing the boy from before would visit. You couldn't understand what made the boy so intriguing, maybe it was the way he didn't wanna accept the gift without anything to give, or maybe it was the way his black locks complimented his dirty freckles, or the way he admired your art so intently, or how his voice sounded speaking his mother-tongue.

It was your first run-in with the Skaikru people, so you had no clue who they were or the importance they held within the clans.

You had originally been from Floukru, the boat people, who believed in peace, and you still did. But you wanted to reach other people with your talents, wanted to see the world past the fish-filled sea. So after multiple promises to Luna, she gave you your wish, and if at any time you wanted to shed always accept you back.

The darker it got the more lights were lit and the less people who crowded the streets, and with every minute was a minute more where your exhaustion caught up to you.

Lana, from Azgeda, approached your shop. Lana was a good friend of yours, one of the first friends you made since you came to Polis. She traded you some meat and in return would take two sculptures she found mesmerizing that day.

"Heya, Lana," You greeted with a smile as she placed the small bag full of salted meat on the table. "Ha yu?" How are you?/

She swiftly returned my smile, examining the sculptures laid on the table.

"otaim gud, mochof," Always good, thank you?/

Lana was a woman of few words, but she was a kind person.

In her hands was a gorilla, and a fox.

"Pauna!" She said excitedly, she loved Pauna the gorilla.

The conversation was cut short when the people from Skaikru approached your shop, you gave Lana and nod and she returned it, eyeing the three before walking off.

Looking towards them you noticed the blonde once again hand in hand with the raven-haired boy.

"Komba raun?" came back?/ You greeted, only for the black-haired one to rip a patch off the arm of his black jacket, now handing it to you.

You took it from him, examining the patch with a smile.

It was a black patch, stars above a rocket.

"Ai Bellamy kom Skaikru, yu?" I'm Bellamy from Skaikru, you? /

You were surprised at his Trigdasleng, though it was a simple greeting it showed he tried.

You giggled before replying, "Ai y/n kom Floukru,"

"Clarke, Kane," Bellamy pointed to the people standing behind him, Kane moving up holding out his hand.

"Hei, y/n," Kane greeted, a smile evident. Though you weren't sure why he had his hand out you took it and he shook it. A confused look on your face made Bellamy smile.

Clarke had seemed to have enough from the greeting.

"Let's go," Clarke rushed, the two men nodding their heads. Before leaving Bellamy turned to take on last look at you, but you watched the entire time he left, repeating his name in your head over and over.

The next two days had been painful, metaphorically and physically. You had been distracted every waking minute, mind always going back to Bellamy. Being so distracted you even cut your thumb on accident. But it had created a cool black pattern on the sculpture so you didn't mind all too much.

When Lana would come around you'd beg her to teach you some English words, you could form semi-comprehensible sentences now.

You tried to forget about Bellamy, telling yourself you never see him again and that he wouldn't be thinking of you.

You were more than wrong.

Bellamy had been thinking of you since the moment he got back in the rover that day, he knew it was wrong, he knew he should be happy with Clarke, but he couldn't help his mind going back to you. He even got Lincoln to teach him more Trigdasleng, though it took a lot of persuasion and questions he couldn't answer for fear Lincoln would tell Clarke.

Every moment he got he would look at the bunny, hold it in his pocket for comfort, stare at it lovingly before bed, relishing in the warm feeling it brought him. You brought him. Every day he'd wondered when the next trip to Polis was.

Clarke knew something was up with Bellamy but she couldn't quite catch what was up, well, until he asked when their next trip to Polis was. Bellamy had always dreaded trips to Polis, hating the way the Grounders would stare. But Clarke found herself not caring, for reasons beyond her comprehension. She found herself looking forward to Polis as well, looking forward to Lexa.

So when the familiarly busy street died down, the happiness inside you shot to the roof.

Placing down the dark-wooded bunny you looked excitedly for the black-haired boy, nerves growing even more when he approached your stand.

"Hei-"

"Hello-"

You both spoke at the same time in your opposite language, a shocked look on your faces soon being replaced by fits of giggles.

"We'll be in the castle, Bellamy," Clarke said, giving a warm smile to you both.

Bellamy only nodded, quickly returning his attention to you.

"I thought you didn't know English?" Bellamy asked with a smile.

"I didn't, not well," You said after processing his sentence "Lana, the girl with meat taught me,"

"Well, it's very impressive,"

"impressive...?"

He thought for a moment, "gud,"

You smiled, something he loved seeing now.

"New sculptures?" He asked, lifting one up for you to correlate the word.

Your face beamed, always excited to talk about your work, "Sha! Thought of you! Dark wood, dark hair, nami?" Yes, know what I mean/

Bellamys face flushed at your words, bringing out the other bunny from his pocket, "Yeah, I take it everywhere with me," He handed it to you.

You examined how dirty it had gotten, "Looks like me now," You said, a giggle following after. You handed the bunny back and he did the same, a silence fell between both of you, not an awkward one, a silence where you both took in each other, neither of you wanting this moment to end.

"Come, glong raun," join /

You motioned for him to jump over the stand. "I'll teach you,"

Bellamy didn't hesitate to jump over, landing inches near you.

Taking in his scent you flushed, he smelled good, manly-like.

Bellamy thought you smelled amazing, and you did, every morning you'd rub vanilla oil into your neck and arm areas, and it worked wonders.

Getting up you pulled a small stool next to you, motioning him to sit, which he happily did. Once you sat and faced him you handed a tool and a small chunk of wood you had taken the bark off of already.

The smaller stool made him face-to-face with you, now letting him fully take in your face.

"Just ease into it," You spoke softly, showing him how to do it, though he was too busy looking at how focused you were, how you bit your lip when you concentrated.

You looked back up at him, expectantly.

Snapping out of his thoughts he tried his best to mimic your movements, though his turned out rigid and rough, making you laugh.

"You are in control," You said, going back to carving, as did he.

Twenty minutes had passed and you were finished, you had made a fish.

Looking over to his he made a... cat? dog? It looked like something you'd see in your nightmares, but it was his so you loved it all the same.

You patiently waited till he was done, which only took three more minutes till he gave up.

"I just don't have gentle hands like you," He said, a compliment hidden in plain sight. You laughed again, he loved it when you did, he loved that you found him funny.

"I love the cat," You said, taking it in your hands with a small smile, feeling the rough edges.

He scoffed amusingly, "It's a deer," To which you busted out laughing, throwing apologies his way. You laughed so hard you almost fell out of your seat, Bellamy had to hold your sides to hold you in place

After calming down you noticed the position you were in, Bellamy's hands on your hips, the big, calloused hands bringing a newfound warmth to your sides.

Even though you were no longer laughing neither of you made any motion to move.

Well until you were interrupted by a teary-eyed Clarke and a distraught Kane.

"Bellamy, we need to go, now!" She yelled, Bellamy quickly letting go before giving you one last look. He hopped over the stand and walked towards the rover, Clarke explaining.

You were sure she was mad at you for being so intimate with Bellamy, you were far from right.

Clarke had explained Bellamy Lexa's death, how Titus had shot her in an attempt to take Clarke's life, and how the world would end in 2 months.

For two months you hadn't seen Bellamy, hadn't seen Skaikru.

Lexa's death hit Polis hard. Thieves are more evident now that there was no true commander, they never hit my shop, who would want to steal wood? Wood you give out for free anyway.

Lana was a no-show as well, last you heard she got food poisoning from fish, you had hoped she was okay.

People had been getting sick more as well, spores being found on the dead bodies around Polis. They held a conclave a few days prior, for a bunker to survive the radiation, Luna fought in it, for Floukru and death. But the water thought it was her time to return.

You were closing up shop for the night when you heard a familiar voice coming from downstairs.

"y/n, y/n!" It was Bellamy.

You rushed downstairs, practically tripping over the steps, his voice had a tinge of urgency. He was dressed in an orange suit with a helmet on.

"I need you to come with me, now," He demanded, an extra suit in hand.

"What? Why?"

You couldn't just leave my life here, though it was small it was peaceful and enjoyable.

"I'll explain on the way, we don't have much time,"

You shook your head, a wave of fear washing over you.

"Please, I can't leave you here, I.." He cut himself off hesitantly.

"I'm sorry, bell..." You felt tears pricking at your eyes, watching his already sliding down his cheeks.

"Please, stay safe in the bunker," Bellamy pleaded, you nodded as the rover honked in urgency, he left the suit on the desk and rushed off to the rover, looking back to make sure of your answer.

You wanted to so badly go with him, but something was stopping you. Fear, anxiety for what the future held. Once the rover departed you grabbed Bellamy's deer and suit and headed towards the bunker, Indra greeting you.

"Last for Floukru?"

Everything in you was telling you to turn around, and find comfort in the radiation-soaked forest, Luna had always told you to listen to your instinct.

You shook your head, a concerned look growing on Indra's face, "We won't be able to open the doors for 5 years,"

"May we meet again, Indra kom Trikru,"

"May we meet again, y/n kom Floukru," She nodded to the guards outside the hatch, entering before closing it, a loud locking sound coming from inside.

You walked back to your stand, placing the suit on with the helmet. A bittersweet feeling took over your body as you heard people scream, people you knew, your friends. The last thing you heard was a loud crash before passing out.

You hadn't expected to wake up, you had fully accepted death. So when you awoke it was a surprise to you. An even bigger surprise to see Clarke hauling big rocks from the bunker zone. Slowly taking in your surroundings everything was covered in sand, you couldn't even recognize Polis anymore. The huge castle in the middle is now the size of a house.

Once you took in you reached for Bellamy's deer, relief replacing your panic with a sigh, gaining the attention of Clarke. Who was now sweaty.

"C'mon, I'll teach you to drive, and explain along the way."

It had been 58 days since Bellamy went to space. 58 days and 57 nights you spent thinking of him. You and Clarke had made it to Shallow Valley, it was like the explosions completely missed the Valley, but the radiation didn't. Clarke had found a nightblood in the woods while I radioed the ring, you had done it every day since she found the mini panel and radio. It gave you hope, hope that they made it, hope that everything was okay.

"Anyway, I still have your deer, Bellamy. I wonder if you have the bunny I made."

Your words got cut short by Clarke's scream, and you instantly shot up and ran in the direction of the noise.

Clarke had been caught in a bear trap.

Was this from the girl?

You undid the hinges, successfully freeing her with one last scream.

"Can you walk?" You asked, staring down at the bloodied ankle.

"No," She let out between grunts of pain.

It had been 1968 days since then, or in other words, 5 and a half years, and with every passing day, you lose hope. What if they had run out of air? What if they didn't even make it to the ring?

Bellamy was looking out the window of the ring, staring at the small dot of green while fiddling with the wooden bunny. He had thought about you every day since he got here, cherishing the memories spent between you and him. Ghosts of your touches remained on his skin, a fond memory of your being. Today was the day they finally went back down to the ground. Having just enough fuel to land. He didn't know if you were dead or alive, part of him was scared to find out either answer.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a loud rumbling sound, shaking the earth every time it got closer.

Clarke and Maddi had rushed by my side, tears pouring out of your eyes at the thought he was really alive.

The rumbling sound ceased when they landed below the cliff of Shallow Valley, you raced into the rover, waiting for Maddi and Clarke to hop in before speeding down to their landing spot.

When you arrive the door to the spaceship is already open, Raven and Emori checking out the damage to the ship, Murphy practically kissing the ground, and Monty and Harper are hugging.

Their attention was soon drawn to the rover, and then you saw him.

Bellamy climbed out of the ship, locking eyes with you from the car.

Opening the door slowly you stepped out, in disbelief of the sight in front of you. Once reality hit you ran to him, jumping in his arms as tears began to pour again, soaking his shirt with tears.

You had dreamed of this moment for 2,026 days.

Your grip on him was tight but not as tight as his grip. Bellamy felt as if you'd vanish in thin air.

"2,026 days, Bell," You breathed out into the crevice of his neck. Still refusing to let go.

Bellamy felt something hard on your pocket, he pulled it out and a wide grin fell on his face.

"You kept it? All this time?" He asked, examining the rough edges, the memory clear in his mind like it was just yesterday.

"I couldn't lose it, it was the only thing I had of yours,"

Bellamy swore he could continue crying, he cupped your face, examining how little changed about you.

"How are you alive?" Bellamy asked.

You grabbed ahold of his hands and rubbed circles on the back of them, "Nightblood, I could never tell anyone before,"

"She's the girl you wouldn't shut up about?" A guy spoke, who you assumed was Murphy from Clarke's stories and drawings.

Both you and Bellamy flushed at Murphy's words, stepping back to let Clarke and the others reunion.

It had been a few hours since everyone headed back to the Shallow Valley village. You and Bellamy were perched on the cliff, gazing over the sandy dunes and stars as music played from the rover.

He had been telling you stories from the ring, though there wasn't much to tell. And you had been sharing stories from the years.

'Cause every night, I'm talking to the moon,'

"Every day, for 2,026 days, I radioed you," You had admitted, eyes still locked onto the stars. Bellamy's eyes were locked onto you, still taking in your everlasting beauty hours later.

'Still trying to get to you,'

You looked down at your hands, resting gently on your thighs.

"I love you, Bell," You said softly, just enough for him to hear.

'In hopes you're on the other side, talking to me too,'

Bellamy felt his face grow hot, every worry dissipating with just a few words.

'Or am I a fool who sits alone talking to the moon?'

You felt Bellamy gently cup your cheek, making you look into his eyes. Leaning in slowly you intertwined lips, seconds now feeling like years as time stopped. The feeling of his chapped lips finally against yours was all you cared about.

After what felt like decades you pulled away with big, goofy grins. Staring intently into each other's eyes.

"I love you too,"

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[theartkid15]

I just want to say that I love your ramshackle headcannons and content. ✨️ You seem like a very cool and whimsy person

If you take requests can you maybe do "actor au" headcannons or monstershackle (halloween au where they are really monsters). Or both, but only if you have the time and want to. I have no idea how long it takes you to make such amazing and accurate hc and in my opinion you are really underrated.

Oh my gosh YOU ARE SO SWEET !!!!!!!! It makes me so happy that people like the content that I make even though it’s silly or out of pocket.

I’ll more than happy to do requests, and trust imma do both 😼 just I’m gonna make the monster AU a separate post so this one isn’t giant.

Soooooooooooo ACTOR AU HC ‼️‼️‼️‼️ 🎭📸🎤✨

( for starters our director is Zeddyzi and all family relations are cannon in this AU so Stone and Avrille are still siblings, Cen and Rigel are still twins, Maroon and Skipp and still cousins.)

How did the cast end up in the Ramshackle production and what were they doing before?

Vinnie: I have two ideas for her. Either she was a kinda free lance actor or VA and was looking for a big break. So when she saw the casting call she decided fûck it and went in for an audition. She thought she didn’t have much to lose and after a few days though she didn’t get the role until she got a call back a few days later. The second idea was that she is the daughter of a very popular metal singer/ rockstar, and was starting to get into the metal band scene as well. Zeddyzi saw a performance and went to a concert of hers and decided that was who they wanted to character Vinnie to be. Vinnie just had the aura around her to play the role perfectly.

Stone:so he is from a very successful wealthy family that was heavily involved in acting and just Hollywood in general. He wanted to just do his own thing and not be in his family’s shadow the entire time. So he wrote different books and poetry for awhile. Until he got a call that he was recommended to play the role of Stone in the Ramshackle production. He was bitter about the whole thing for a bit since he didn’t want to be in any kind of limelight. But he found himself drawn into the character of Stone and saw himself in the character.

Skipp:our lovely boy was a new indie folklore music artist. He was relatively new in the music industry but he was very popular. Zeddyzi originally commissioned him to send in samples of the opening song for Ramshackle along with the song Dirt. They heard his skills and his talent and knew that they needed him to play the role of Skipp. Skipp hadn’t given acting much thought but he was up for anything and accepted the role of Skipp.

Cen and Rigel: okay,so originally Cen is our artist out of the two twins. So Cen was hired on the Ramshackle production as a set and prop designer. Since Cen just wanted some cash and thought it would be cool. But one day Rigel walks in on set bc Cen is a dummy and forgot something like extra paints and brushes, and texted Rigel begging him to deliver it to him. So Rigel and Cen were bickering over it the entire time Rigel was delivering the materials to him. Our director saw the natural sibling chemistry they had and would perfectly fit the role of Cen and Rigel, especially since the roles were written for identical twins. So it was perfect and the actors for Cen and Rigel were offered to them and they accepted after seeing how much they would be paid.

Ivan Franzick: he was originally hired onto the production as the head of costume design bc, fashion is his passion. He was also a very popular fashion designer as well. Zeddyzi saw his charisma and attitude in his personality and decided, yes, that is Ivan right there. Ivan was originally going to refuse but saw the character had the same interests as well, also the missing eye in his character design was cool. So in the end he accepted the role.

Tre: a very popular rising star in the musical theatre scene. A very high profile singer/actor in the industry. He got in through recommendation by his parents who were also very influential celebrities. Tre accepted the role and thought it would be a nice change from the dramatics and drama of musical theatre. And he wanted to take a back seat and play a more background character rather than a leading role.

Maroon:two ideas yet again. Now she was either actually Tre’s bodyguard outside of production since Tre in this AU is very high profile. Or Maroon was a model for a company that sold suits for women or more empowering clothing for women. Either way she got in the same way. She had the aura and personality and intimidating factor to her to play out the role Maroon perfectly. So she was given a call and accepted the role quickly since she thought it would be a nice change of pace from her previous endeavors.

Avrille: now she was following in her parents footsteps. She was in the limelight no matter what. She was an actress who starred in many films, mainly horror because she loves anything spooky or supernatural. So a very beloved scream queen. She was recommended to the Ramshackle production by parents. She was trying to originally was trying to get the role of Vinnie since that type of character was more her speed. But she was casted as Avrille instead. And she felt in love with the character since it was new and exciting, she never got to play an antagonist or villain before.

Ditch: okay, Vinnie was complaining one day about one of her guy friend or like a frenemies, and that just so happened to be Ditch. She was showing his picture to the cast until eventually Vinnie showed Zeddyzi his picture. And basically the interaction was:

Vinnie- he looks like an a$$hole right?

Zeddyzi- yeah he does. He’s perfect.

And that’s how Ditch got casted into Ramshackle as Ditch. Before that he had a well established punk band that was decently popular.

Dante: bc why not. Dante’s actor was a very popular celebrity that retired a long time ago. Zeddy just gave him a call as a joke to see if he could play a role thinking it wasn’t gonna happen. Until he accepted that role and showed up on set bc the production of Ramshackle has potential in his eyes.

Anyway, I’m definitely making a part two of the Actor AU head cannons of on set shenanigans and working on the Monster AU head cannons in the background. But this was really fun thinking about this AU.

Anyway see ya very soon- 💜✨🔮🪐💫⭐️🌙🪻☀️💫✨

[best-guide-in-teyvat]

@thetruescholar ♡'ed for a starter! Enjoy~

Well , it seemed like the Traveler and Paimon's mission in Natlan had come to an end. . . but at what cost ? To distract themselves from the latest events and maybe also to prepare for their next destination — Snezhnaya — they decided to accept some commissions !

One of them was to catch some saurians who had run away — those who had lost themselves while trying to find a safe place during the war . It seemed like an easy and quick mission , but it was quite a struggle to find them , so both of them decided to split up .

Paimon was floating around , trying to spot the saurians . Suddenly , she heard some. . . growls from afar. . ? Curious about what it could be , Paimon flew up there , preparing herself to quickly get the Traveler if needed . She peeked from behind the bushes , and her eyes were met with a. . . woman with mechanical arms , standing opposite some saurians , who seemed scared and lost .

❝ Could those be the lost saurians. . ? And what does that strange woman want to do with them. . ? ❞ Paimon thought to herself , trying not to attract any attention . She decided to keep watching for now — since she doesn't know that woman's intentions !

[toyfriskman]

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[kyiratodoroki]

Yandere!Hawks/F!Reader

Content Warning: Not much to note in the intro (brief grope by a villain? 😂, language). The content will grow darker as we delve deeper. The story revolves around a yandere version of the number two pro, so possessiveness, stalking, violence, nonconsensual acts (and other adult themes), gaslighting, and love-bombing are all potentially on the table for starters. I'll try to catch all the tags in each chapter, but there is a possibility that I'll miss something. Proceed with caution? 😂

I'll Keep You Safe

🌹🌙

Hawks was the number two hero in Japan for a reason. Raised and trained by the Hero Public Safety Commission, he did his job perfectly. His good looks and natural charm made people love him, and he was never left wanting for someone to keep his bed warm. Lovers came (several times) and went (rarely by choice), and he never gave it a passing thought. The hero didn't let anyone get under his skin, never allowed himself to feel anything more than simple lust.

That is, until you came into his life.

He'd met many of his flings on the job, and you were no different. Some no-name villain with a chip on his shoulder decided to use you as leverage while trying to escape a robbery; a tired tactic utilized time and again by the most desperate and least creative criminals in the underground. It was impossible for the hero to ignore the indecent way the man gripped your body with one hand (obviously) groping your breast and the other at your waist (slipped beneath the hem of your shirt). With a little assistance from his feathers, Hawks made quick work of the deviant then let the cops take over once the situation was secure.

Like any good pro, he made sure to check on you as the bad guy was lead away in cuffs. He saw how you trembled from head to toe, hair tousled and clothes wrinkled. You looked up at him with wide, teary eyes and a flushed face. Your lips quivered slightly as you thanked him over and over for saving your life. He responded with his signature smile - the one that had graced every magazine and newspaper in Japan - then brushed a stray lock of hair from your cheek as he asked if you needed an escort home. For the sake of safety, of course.

Before you had the chance to accept his offer, some guy appeared from the crowd of onlookers and pulled you into his arms. Hawks chuckled, patted the kid's shoulder, and told him to make sure you got home in one piece. Both of you said thanks about five more times before leaving the scene.

A week later, Hawks found himself still thinking about you. Everything seemed fine after the incident, but there might have been something small the medical team missed, and the potential for lingering mental trauma definitely existed. Civilians crossed paths with villains on a daily basis - many of them suffered worse ordeals - but it was the memory of your expression keeping him awake at night.

You were a pretty girl, even with puffy eyes and a dazed stare. No. Scratch that. It wasn't that you were pretty despite crying. No. You were beautiful, and the terror added a facet of allure that made you unforgettable. Distracting. Every time he caught a glimpse of something that matched the shade of your eyes, he paused, and the sweet quiver of your voice had stolen into his dreams more than once.

His best efforts to forget you were a failure because no matter who he was fucking, he imagined your face looking up at him and your body writhing beneath his. Hawks tried to figure out the reason - aside from the obvious - why he was so taken with some random girl. He'd saved hundreds of them over the years and met thousands.

What made you different? He needed an answer.

Finding a name and address was easy, Your work location was a little harder to get without raising suspicion. He wanted to keep the information handy in case he (inevitably) decided to check in. Standard protocol didn't require heroes to follow up with the victims they saved. The people in charge actually discouraged any type of continued contact, but there were no specific rules against it, especially if the meeting was "accidental". So, while the Commission didn't approve of the extra attention he gave to some of the lovely little birdies he rescued, they looked the other way when it happened and cleaned up any messes left in his wake. He figured it was the least the H.P.S.C. could do. They'd made him into the man he was after all.

[drengar]

HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS | Accepting @mcwscollective asked: “You look like shit, man.” // dabi -> hawks

Gold eyes turned to the other and just glared for a moment. Out of anyone to see him like this, Keigo didn't want it to be Dabi. Then again he really didn't want anyone to see him like this. His wings were in disarray (one was possibly broken), there were various cuts all over his body, and Keigo was certain he had a cracked rib. The only good thing was the pain didn't bother him nor hinder him in trying to patch himself up.

"Is there something you want or did you just come to kick a guy when he's down?" Before Dabi showed up, he had been trying to clean up some of the cuts. Some were in places he couldn't exactly reach and he really didn't want to go to a hospital. A hospital meant doctors and doctors meant the Commission would get involved. Having a handler punish him for getting hurt during a mission, for not being the perfect spy they groomed him to be, was another thing Keigo didn't wish to deal with.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Keigo tried to resume what he was doing as he said, "If it's the latter then just leave me alone. I'm not in the mood."

[teyvatians]

surprise starter for @lunarburdened . happy furina birth <3

Félix checked over the items as he carefully placed them in the bag. "One box of macarons that I commissioned the Spina de Rosula for... check. One soft wool scarf that my mother made... check. Letter that got slightly crumped from being in my work bag... check. Bouquet of lakelight lillies, rainbow roses, and romaritime flowers... check."

He sighed to himself as he tucked tissue paper into the bag, placing the letter with pretty cursive handwriting on the front on top. Bag and flowers in hand, he made his way out of his apartment, locking the door behind him, his heels clicking on the pavement of the street.

Arriving at his destination, he knocked on the door. His heart was racing -- Archons of Teyvat, please lead him through this, he had never dared to be so bold.

After a moment he spoke through the door, "Ms. Furina? I've brought you something." He tightly gripped the strings of the bag, both out of anxiety and fear of it slipping out of his clammy hands.

[raven-6-10]

MERFOLK OF THEDAS, PART II

Part I can be found here.

This part will be me talking about what kind of jewellery, tools and weapons can be found among the merfolk. Because I have Ideas again. And I have been enabled by @zombiefishgirl

As usual, under the cut for length.

Weapons and Tools

So, for fairly obvious reasons, metal tools are not a thing among the merfolk.

Firstly, because it's not like they can make them for themselves when they have no way to process the ores or to smith metals. What with the temperatures required - impossible to get those underwater without any fire, nevermind that it would boil the water first! And of course the chemical reactions are very particular and water would not help there, especially not salt water.

And secondly, metal rusts. Nobody in Thedas has the technology to make metals that can survive prolonged contact with salt water, not yet. So even if mers traded for metal tools with surfacers, they would not be able to enjoy them for long.

So what do they use instead?

Stone is the obvious answer.

Flint has been used as a material for tools for as long as humanity knew how to make them. It's not out of questions that merfolk would use those too. Flint is easy to shape and durable, so the tools will survive long long time, passed from generation to generation. Mer use flint to make knives, axes and spearheads, with handles either also made from the same material or from bones which were carefully shaped and fitted to the blade.

(Note: Ranged weapons are not a thing among merfolk, for rather obvious reasons.)

Speaking of, bones are another material used for toolmaking. Whale bones, orca bones, shark bones, even narwhal horns if they can be acquired. The last ones in particular are valued for their looks and are turned into pikes or harpoons for hunting. Bone might be used as material for not only handles but entire tools, carefully shaped to be both useful and beautiful.

Smaller bone pieces might be shaped into needles and drills to be traded with the surfacers. Or into toys and teething pieces for children to play with. Though, admittedly, those too sometimes get traded if there's somebody willing to buy them and offering an acceptable price.

Merfolk also like to use obsidian and glass - the latter mostly acquired from land - to carve their knives out of. The cutting edge is much finer than those produced by other materials and holds longer. With suitable enchantments, a glass knife will last very long indeed.

Of course, any weapon is just for a convenience. If pressed, a mer is perfectly capable of killing - or at least seriously maiming - any target with just their teeth and claws.

Jewellery

When looking at what jewellery merfolk wear - and they wear a lot of it! - it can be all divided into two basic categories: the jewellery acquired from the land and the jewellery made by their own hands.

The land jewellery is, by and large, gold pieces. Set with gemstones, pearls, mother-of-pearl, or amber, enameled, plain or shaped into fantastical shapes - all that and more can be found if you look at what mer wear. Acquired mostly from the cargo found in shipwreck, although some pieces are bought from land-dwellers or outright commissioned from them if the mer in question has the necessary connections and can pay.

While silver and bronze jewellery can be also found among the sunken ships, it is of less interest to the mer. Constant exposure to sea water swiftly corrodes any such pieces, making gold the preferred metal due to its immunity to such things.

With the progress recently made in both glass-making and ceramics, merfolk have started trading with surfacers for beads, pendants and other such ornaments. Used for necklaces, bracelets and belts, they can be safely worn in the sea without worrying about them being destroyed by the water.

What about the things made by the merfolk themselves?

Well, for starters, those are obviously made from the things already found in the sea.

Pearls are very popular for the variety of colours they offer. Indeed, among the pods who make their livelihood farming oysters, it is nigh impossible to find one who does not own even one piece of such jewellery. Holes are drilled carefully through and the pearls are threaded on cords made of braided kelp, spun sea silk or even fish whiskers. The resulting long strings of pearls are then wrapped around necks, wrists, waists or even tail ends where the tail fin starts to grow. Assuming the mer in question doesn't just braid them into their own hair, that is.

Sea shells are another popular material for ornamentation, especially if there's mother of pearl involved. Animals, plants or geometric designs might be added in carving and the shell then strung on a necklace alongside pearls. And of course, there are the occasional sharks who are killed for meat, with their teeth also being used for necklaces.

Coral might be similarly used for making beads. That or entire pieces will be cleverly connected together with wire of thread, to make something similar to wreaths or circlets and worn on head, with hair braided to keep it in place. Though, such big pieces are very rare as merfolk generally don't harvest coral in big enough quantities so the materials are only available if a storm has damaged the reef and the broken parts have been gathered.

Amber, if available, is generally used to make hairpins and hair combs, being a material particularly suited to such thanks to it's slightly rough texture. It is not often made into beads but some merfolk might offer it to a suitable craftsman from Rivain, to be set into gold for them.

Other materials used for hair decorations are tortoise shells as well as whalebone. Those are turned into hair combs, long hairpins or rings for binding hair, with auspicious and beautiful designs carved into them by the maker. Although rarely used in such a way, whalebone might also be turned into bracelets and torques to be worn around arms and necks.

[goldenclover-16]

TPOT Spoilers

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So with the release of TPOT 16 I’d like to give my own perspective on who One might try to make a deal with next, this will be a long one so be prepared for a lot of text.

First is pencil which seems a bit obvious, One having rigged the system to allow her to join alongside liy so we know they wanted Pencil on the game for some reason. I believe this to be because she would be pretty easy to manipulate into a deal, we’ve seen once she becomes a contestant again she immediately goes over to Book and Icy to try and start the Freesmart alliance back up despite the fact that both the others have moved on from it. She does this on multiple occasions and from what we can see both Book and Icy seem kinda fed up of it and annoyed and Pencil since the alliance has been out of commission for a while and seemed to cause a lot of their problems during BFB in my opinion.

So I think i’ve made it a little obvious that One would offer a deal with Pencil to start back the alliance and get her friends back, with Icy eliminated she’d probably try to get a new member but I’m not sure who that would be. As for how One would pull it off I do have a theory. For starters I don’t think One can just control them or change their will to make them like Pencil, if they could do that then what would be the point of making deals instead of just making the contestants do what they wanted. Instead I think One would manipulate the next challenge in order to engineer a situation where Pencil could heroically save Book + and ‘alliance’ members promised, causing them to like her enough to team up with her.

My other theory is actually Black Hole. First of all when Icy and Fanny are watching One from Two’s room we see them watching BH up in the sky dealing with the crack formed from the timeline getting messed up so we know One is keeping an eye on them. Not to mention that this guy is STRESSED for most of the dammed season, it’s visible in his voice. First was trying to enact the Death prevention pact the team promised to adhere to despite the many MANY deaths around him. Admittedly that got sorted in TPOT 10 where he and Fanny both agreed to focus a little less on the pact due to their dwindling team. But even still the man can not catch a long enough break with the ENTIRE COLLAPSE OF THE TIMELINE. For most of TPOT 15 BH sounds like he’s about to have an aneurism, only alleviated when everyone remembers the timeline distortions and when it suddenly stops due to One’s influence. Even now he’s still dealing with the crack in the sky and he seems to be able to deal with it pretty well but is obviously stressing about it.

Safe to say One would probably try to take advantage of that to coerce BH into a deal. While I’m a little more unsure of what One would actually promise to BH I imagine it would likely be help with closing the crack as we’ve seen them able to do it before. Furthermore I feel like BH had a chance at not agreeing to the deal, or at the very least being VERY weary of One like BB and Gatey. He would not trust One and I could feel up but would probably end up sweet talked and manipulated into accepting, if not just blackmailed like Gatey.

Thanks for listening to me ramble and put your own theories in the comments, I would love to see other peoples opinions on this.

[starfrightened]

( AI drives me insane. c.ai especially. It destroyed roleplaying for me. No one does literate roleplay anymore, and if they do it's not as detailed, because they expect you to provide everything (like with bots on c.ai). For the love of God, bring back long, detailed, literate roleplays. )

Anyway! As a protest, here is a lionfish/gaminet starter I wrote that not a single person has responded to. I'm sure only two people have read it on the website I use to roleplay. Maybe someone will appreciate the idea! <3 (bit of a read, sorry.)

((Lionfish/Gaminet RP. In which Freminet was doing a small commission in Liyue when Gaming did his Lantern Rite dance. I know it's been a while, but the thought is holding me hostage, apologies.))

Travelling was scary. Especially the kind that Freminet had to do alone. Well, he had been accompanied, but not by people he was close to, which was troubling. Liyue was buzzing with excitement, and people, and Freminet felt entirely out of place, staying as far away from crowded areas as he could. One of the shop owners in Liyue had asked for a skilled diver after some shipments had fallen into the sea by the harbour, and Freminet had accepted the commission with hesitation. It was a good thing! He did enjoy Liyue, of course... However, the Lantern Rite was starting properly just as he lowered himself into the water. His gaze raised, and he watched all the lanterns fly. It looked... Beautiful. Like something out of a fairytale.

No distractions. Freminet shook his head softly, and pulled on his diving helmet before sinking beneath the waves. The silence of water engulfed him, and he let out a quiet sigh, sinking deeper. It wasn't a hard job. Luckily the weight of the crates wasn't as bad underwater, but he already had trouble, so he wondered what would happen once he had to lift them onto the docks—Hopefully he'd manage.

Just as he wanted to swim to the surface, the waves above him lit up in a bright orange, and his eyes widened as he saw the shape of... A person, above him. Quickly, he swam a little more towards the side. Was it a performance? For the Lantern Rite? It was best if he finished the commission quickly, but... Maybe just a peek. Freminet swam to the surface, and only let the top of his helmet show above the waves. Luckily he was far enough, and it wasn't too obvious. And even if it was, he couldn't focus, because—Wow. His eyes were widened as he watched the dance. He'd heard of them before, a traditional type of performance from Liyue, but he'd never seen it. Not like this. He watched all of it from the water, admiring the fast, strong movements, and the fluidity—legs and arms moving like the licks of a flame.

Once the performance was done, it took Freminet several minutes to snap out of his trance, and he quickly sank beneath once more, face burning with embarrassment. He'd stared the entire time. That was Gaming, wasn't it? He wasn't too sure. He'd spoken to him a few times already these past few days. Freminet still felt a little embarrassed when he finally brought all the crates to the docks, climbing up, and feeling the weight of the dry world once more. As he pulled on them, tugging them on land with a grunt, he suddenly heard steps on the wood, and turned his head slowly. “Oh,” he mumbled when he saw the exact person he'd been mesmerised by only minutes before, eyes lowering. After a moment, his hands let go of the crates, so he could tug off his helmet, not looking Gaming in the eye. “Hello. I—... Well, I saw your performance.” Freminet's face warmed some more, and he fidgeted with the metal of his diving helmet. “It was... Good. Very good.”

[petervintonjr]

"We still have and will have what the Defense Department describes as institutional racism. [Discrimination] happens. It's there. In many cases, it's inadvertent. In some cases, it's deliberate. We're never going to eliminate racism in the Army. As long as we do everything to reduce it, we're making some legitimate progress."

Another biography that appears to be temporarily unlocatable on official Dept. of Defense websites, is the remarkable life and career of Maj. Gen. Charles Calvin Rogers. Born in 1929 West Virginia as the youngest of five children, Charles's father Clyde Rogers was himself a World War I veteran. Rogers excelled academically at Dubois High School in Claremont, WV --not only earning honor roll and being elected class president, but also played starter quarterback his senior year. He took an ROTC Army commission at West Virginia State College (now University) in 1951.

His Army career was marked by a number of firsts --he graduated from the Army Command and General Staff College as a major, and served several tours in Germany, at a time when much of the Army was still largely segregated despite Executive Order #9981 (see Lessons #68 and #132 in this series for more on this directive). At one point Rogers became disillusioned with a systematic pattern of blocks to his Army career path, and went as far as to submit his resignation in 1954, but his commanding officer did not accept it, insisting that Rogers had in him the makings of a good commanding officer. After two successive smaller battery commands, in 1967 Rogers was promoted to Captain and was assigned leadership of the 1st Battalion, 5th Artillery, 1st Infantry Division. This 300-man battalion deployed to Vietnam later that year.

On October 31, 1968, now-Lt. Col. Rogers was in command of his artillery unit in Southern Vietnam close to the Cambodian border and the Ho Chi Minh trail. Notified of enemy activity in the area, he ordered his unit to hold fire. However only a few hours later (technically November 1), the NVA opened fire on Rogers's battalion. Rogers directed the counterattack, and his troops returned fire with howitzers. Rogers was himself wounded twice in this action but he nonetheless led a return ground assault, driving back NVA troops and giving the Americans time to restore a defensive line. Another enemy attack breached another part of the line, and Rogers redirected his troops' artillery fire and rallied to defend another howitzer position. Rogers was then wounded a third time, taking him out of the fight but still in a position to relay orders. Ultimately the enemy retreated with heavy losses. U.S. forces had themselves lost 12 men with 68 injured, but were able to resecure the base. Rogers was treated and returned to the U.S. in 1969. In 1970 President Nixon presented Lt. Col. Rogers with the Medal of Honor in a White House ceremony, the then-highest-ranking Black soldier in the U.S. military to receive this honor.

Rogers would later graduate from the Army War College in 1971, earning a Master's in vocational/educational guidance. He assumed several more command positions while in Germany, among them the 42nd Field Artillery Group, and later headed up the Infantry Basic Combat Training Center at Fort Lewis in Washington state. In 1976 he served as deputy chief of staff for Army ROTC. He finally retired in 1984, after 32 years of Army service. As a civilian he opted to remain in Germany (principally in Heidelberg) to support his troops, but now as an ordained Baptist minister. He died in 1990 and is buried at Arlington National Cemetery. In 2013 the Army Maj. Gen. Charles C. Rogers Memorial Bridge was dedicated in Cotton Hill, West Virginia.

[malfiora]

Marvel Characters Bruce Would Adopt

Rogue. Even given his general aversion to metahumans (pre Duke) he would have caved knowing that she craved being able to touch someone without hurting them, and that her adoptive mother raised her to be a villain before she defected to become a hero. And then she's just a sweetheart with a healthy relationship with an equally sweet partner??? Yeah Bruce would be all over that.

Jubilation Lee / Jubilee. Let this man find out she lived in a shopping mall for even one day and he'd have the adoption papers ready. Plus her spunky attitude is giving BTAS Tim Drake/ Carrie Kelly, so she'd fit in. And she and Duke could bond over having light-based powers. Edit: also my girl was also a trained gymnast with Olympics potential?? Yeah she is sooo adopted.

America Chavez / Miss America. Her parents died tragically when she was a kid??? This one's a no-brainer, adoption papers are ready. Bonus, America wanted to prove herself as a hero and joined a team of young superheroes, Young Avengers (because Marvel has few original ideas apparently).

Robbie Baldwin / Speedball / Penance. Preferably before he becomes Penance. Ironically, Bruce would try and rehabilitate the kid by helping him work through his guilt so he didn't do anything drastic like, ya know, commission a suit made of spikes so he could self harm to activate his powers. For starters.

I know what you're thinking – Peter Parker is an obvious choice, right? Wrong. While Bruce would leave that door open to Peter, Peter wouldn't accept it. He likes his simple, humble family. He accepts being a solo hero with only occasional team ups. He's also probably wary of rich men who act fatherly toward him. He'd politely decline any adoption attempts.