#*destroying him with a hammer /affectionately*

[pmpwbrrs]

Anyway, OC ramble time ⬆️⬆️ about this fucker

Forbearance of Reciprocity (FoR) was built not so long after Void Revolution. Though he came out rather.. unsuccessfully. The construction process was uncoordinated, because it was led by people who were not very competent for this work, and FoR came out, one might say, defective...

He has malfunctions and failures (they often bring physical pain and discomfort, by the way) more often than other iterators, and they can be fixed only by Ancients. And, unwittingly, Forbearance makes mistakes in calculations, in research, and in general in almost everything, no matter how many times he rechecks his work.

Iterators almost never make mistakes (at least not as many as he does), so Forbearance of Reciprocity, to put it slightly, has caused a lot of resentment in the local community. Although there were those who wanted to just disassemble him, no one could - it is even more difficult to do than to build him, and besides, it is much more expensive. And it would not be possible to just fix him: he's too much of a mess. It's easier to just leave it as it is.

So there he was - dissaponting both his people and himself. No matter how hard he tries to do everything right, it's still never enough.

But ancients are gone now. Cycles go on, malfunctions accumulate and cause pain, more intense and more unbearable with each passing day...

However. He found a loophole. He has a chance at a normal existence, one that he should have had from the very begging! Something that will allow him to fulfill his mission, for which he was built.

He is not going to just sit and wait for an agonizing death, having achieved nothing, while having such an opportunity in his hands.

And if this opportunity requires sacrifice, then so be it.

[gio-goose]

Ouhhhhh can I put him in a hydraulic press please?

[jellykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ One-Sided Love: In Which, you realize Jinwoo was always for ???... ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ ˎˊ˗

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

・┆✦ Entry : 017 ✦ ┆・

‼️[tw: ANGST TO FLUFF, HAPPY ENDING, strong imagery of depression, hanahaki disease, hurt, subtance-abuse, suicidal-imagery, mention of death]‼️

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ Part 1 || Part Two ♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

╰┈➤ ❝ [ He Lied. He Had to Lie. He Needed to Lie. ] ¡! ❞

It is his first, and his final gift to you.   The you who is no longer by his side. He bids you a farewell, a farewell he never thought he would do. For a friend.       "Goodbye, may your dreams be pleasant as you drift in purgatory. May your soul rest. I'm sorry."

…

As Jinwoo walks away from the stonehead, a sudden sharp ring stabs through his head. He groaned, almost stumbling on the muddy ground from the sheer agony.

He continued to struggle for a while, before finally removing his hand that had been gripping the side of his head. His fingers that had been wrapped around the umbrella hilt loosened, causing the object to flutter and fall down the floor. Splattering down on the muddy floor.

Ah… Yes.

He finally remembers. 

Everything that he had erased in his memories,... Have finally come back. The things he had buried in the sea of forgotten memories, have suddenly come back to him like a dam bursting open. It swallowed everything at its wake.

Everything that Jinwoo swore he would never have again, has finally come back.

His gaze lingered back on the stonehead in front of him. The lonely, lonely rock that was hollow and devoid of anything.

Though the flowers he had offered were beautiful as they were, it didn’t matter as the rain dampened the pretty petals down into pathetic, lifeless things. Those flowers were beautiful when he had offered it, but now, it looked drained of all its colours.

Jinwoo took a step again, turning his back and walking away.

He was trying desperately to ignore the hammering feeling ripping his heart apart.

Maybe it was of guilt, of sadness, of shame, of remorse— No.

Maybe it was all of it.

As Jinwoo comes home, his gaze would linger upon Cha Hae-in, who greets him warmly with that beaming smile.

She was beautiful, like a precious gemstone gleaming amongst the cobbles.

Jinwoo wanted to admire her, he truly did, but the memories he has regained caused her image to become muddy.

He tried everyday, he tried to be happy, he tried to play the perfect role of boyfriend to her. He kept up his appearances as the most beloved and hailed hunter.

But everything was slowly starting to swallow him into the abyss.

Ironic, isn’t it?

He was the embodiment of the darkness, the face of death, the persona of all the shadows.

Yet somehow, his own darkness was finally starting to destroy him from within.

The more the days passed, the more his grey eyes would lose their life, the more empty they became. Eventually, Jinwoo’s normally calm gaze—

Would become faded.

His eyes were still there, but for some reason, it felt that they were far gone. The little light that he had in his brilliant orbs has finally disappeared.

Jinwoo was rotting from the inside-out. As if his heart is beating out black ichor. He felt vile and disgusting, he wanted to rip himself apart, he wanted to stab himself and put an end to it.

Jinwoo was drowning now. 

Not even Hae-in’s loving words and affectionate advances weren’t doing it for him.

The more Jinwoo looked at her, the more muddled his gaze would become.

He didn’t know if it was hate or disgust.

He still needed to be a good man, so he politely asked her to break off the relationship. He didn’t want part of this anymore, he didn’t want to keep up the illusion anymore. He just wanted to disappear.

Jinwoo started to become an alcoholic, he would douse bottle after bottle but to his dismay— He could never be drunk. He couldn’t drink his sorrows away. He can’t get lost in the blissful euphoria of being lost in the toxicity of debauchery.

Even his family can't stop Jinwoo’s descent into silent madness.

He felt pathetic and guilty whenever he would see the pained expressions they would make when they see the amount of bottles he had already empty.

So Jinwoo would isolate himself in the land of eternal rest, where not even his children can call out to him unless absolutely necessary.

Jinwoo really just wanted to hide here, to bask in the darkness he had first mastered but now is a representation of his dying consciousness.

He would disappear and reappear again and again.

Whenever he hunts, his methods are especially brutal and unforgiving, as if he is projecting all of his pain onto the poor creatures that would cross paths with him.

He would often come out of the gates completely drenched in blood, creating an image of utter horror but somehow the bloodbath he showers in suited his broken gaze.

Jinwoo felt more like a wanderer now.

Ceaselessly taking one step in front of the other, wandering aimlessly like a lost spirit that is nothing more than a fleeting illusion.

Wander. Wander. Wander.

And eventually, he wanders over to your resting place. Jinwoo found himself unconsciously walking to your grave eventually, his distant gaze reading the stonehead over and over as if expecting something of some sort.

The memories he was trying to repress so badly, are torturing him again.

Jinwoo had spent… 800 times regressing over and over.

The reason?

You.

The you who is now dead.

But why is that? Didn’t he make you suffer such a torturous heartbreak? Didn’t he himself push you away and abandon you to your own woes? So why?

Those 800 times he had regressed, Jinwoo had lost you over and over. No matter how hard he tries to save you, no matter how hard he attempts to change your fate— Jinwoo would keep losing you and in the end your cold corpse would be in his arms while he screams into the air; cursing the gods and everything that is alive. 

Why?... How come everything else could have a happy ending but you? You who had always been there for him, you who cradled him in most miserable days? You who had always been the one to patch his wounds up? Why can’t he have you? Why can’t he give you everything? 

Jinwoo had tried every goddamn method.

He killed the gods, he murdered the monarchs, he sealed off the gates, he tried every outcome he could ever think of— And yet… And yet the outcome is always the same.

Jinwoo kept gambling, pulling card after card after card after card… And now he is empty handed.

All of it always ends with him having the fool in his hand. 

He cries, laughing like a madman as he knelt in front of your grave as if he was begging for mercy.

Jinwoo thought that removing himself from your life would solve things. He attempted to remove your memories and it didn’t work.

So Jinwoo instead tried to remove his memories of you. Because if he had kept those memories of you, he wouldn’t be able to resist himself and would run back to your arms where he felt so safe and sound.

Even after he removed every trace of you in his brain— His heart stubbornly yearned for you and reversed the curse he had inflicted on himself and once again showed him the hell he tried so desperately tried to escape.

“Child, you’re weeping again” Jinwoo’s gaze would snap up, finding himself in the presence of Ashborn who is sporting his image. “Your plans have failed once again, I see”

Jinwoo bitterly laughs, getting up from his pathetic position. “Of course I did, and you as always— Had predicted it. You’re right, I lost that person again.”

“...”

“I tried everything, Ashborn” Jinwoo chokes up, his look far gone from sane now. “I tried ever fucking method in hopes that my bet would have a sliver of hope and make a break through. I always… Always considered all the possibilities that could destroy the ending that I want but for fuck’s sake I keep losing everytime.”

“You haven’t tried everything, child” Ashborn says, transforming into the image of you.

Jinwoo purses his lips, his eyes watering at the sight of you. Although it was just an illusion by his predecessor— Jinwoo still felt a strong tug in his heart that of which longs to embrace you.

“What do you mean?” Jinwoo asks, his gaze falling down. 

“Have you ever wondered why that child was immune to the potions and how you couldn’t remove their memories of you?” Ashorn hums, circling around Jinwoo. “Why do you think so?”

“....”

“Because they’re not from here” Ashborn answers immediately, catching Jinwoo off-guard.

“What?” Jinwoo glares at him.

“That child’s body doesn’t respond to your powers because they are an anomaly that shouldn’t have been in this world in the first place” Ashborn explains. “The world in which that lover of yours hails from is far different from our homeland that is tainted by meddling gods and monarchs, mana doesn't flow through that world. None of our ailments with the divine or anything else taints their homeworld.”

“So you’re saying that my biggest mistake was not figuring that out soon and I was the fool who made my lover suffer through those painful things when I could have solved it just by sending them home?” Jinwoo bitterly laughs, choking in his sobs. “...I’m so… So stupid”

“....” Ashborn chuckles, patting Jinwoo’s shoulder. “Do you want to be with them? Your beloved?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“In exchange, you will give up your throne as the shadow monarch, everything that you have with you right now including the system—” Ashborn turns to him “Are you willing to give that up.”

“Yes.”

There was silence between the two, Ashbron’s eyes would bore into Jinwoo’s as if waiting for the man to falter. 

But falter he didn’t.

“Alright” Ashborn hums. 

“I’ll be an anomaly in that world, won’t I?” Jinwoo asks.

“That would be the case if it weren’t for the fact that I am your predecessor” He muses, “My last gift to you will be me taking my place back as the shadow monarch. All of which that are yours as my heir will be returned to me.”

“Including my kids?” Jinwoo inquires.

“Naturally.”

“Then let me say farewell to them” He requests.

Ashborn merely nods, letting Jinwoo turn around.

He takes a deep breath, his deep grey eyes turning purple as for one final time he says his command, “Arise”

“I’m sorry,”— Was the first thing Jinwoo had said, bowing his head to the shadows he had grown to love. “And thank you,... For everything. For all of your services, for all of the memories you all have shown me. Even if you’re all just undead creatures I summoned for my own greedy pursuit, I thank you all for everything that you have done,... My kids.”

The shadows wail, from sadness and from joy. Their voices would mix and howl, urging Jinwoo to pursue his dream. They would miss him, yes, but they value their master’s happiness over their own selfish wishes.

They had been there, they knew how much heartache and mourning their master has gone through for that person, how much pain Jinwoo had gone through, how much he cried in those lonely nights. 

They listened to all of his screams.

And they, his shadows, his soldiers, his children,... Yearn for nothing more than to give Jinwoo the happiness he deserves.

So for a final time, they salute to Sung Jinwoo.

As the man himself fades into pieces of fleeting white petals.

For a final time, it is now farewell.

Farewell to the shadow monarch, Sung Jinwoo.

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

You were admiring the pink petals falling beside your window, not noticing a pair of grey eyes lovingly admiring you from the classroom door. 

A tender gaze so full of love.

“May I?” The deep and smooth voice inquires, snapping you out of your daze and you turn.

He was handsome, pristine and upright. Perfectly carved out features as if made by divine hands. Everything about his features was absolutely symmetrical, even his gentle eyes and straight brows. Even with his puffy ebony locks— He looked so otherworldly and yet familiar at the same time

You nod and he sits down, throwing you a small smile.

“Jinwoo.” He speaks, the sound of his voice causing the tips of your heart to tremble as your stomach fluttered. “My name is Sung Jinwoo."

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello, it's ya, gurl!

Could a please get a Husband!Katakuri x Wife!Rogue!Reader for Christmas?

Rogue!Reader is a mutant that possesses the mutant ability to absorb powers, talents, traits and or memories of another living creature via skin contact but can also fly and has super strength.

She is strong willed, spunky, hard headed and not afraid to throw the first punch when any form of injustice is involved. But at the same time she is empathetic, kind, and gives wise words of advice if the situation calls for it. She also has a tendency to affectionately call people she's close to "sugah".

She is Katakuri's wife.

And they are the number one power couple in all Tottoland.

Katakuri loves his small, southern, powerhouse of a wife who can hammer-throw him into space! And he doesn't even try to hide how much he loves her, and his siblings know it.

Katakuri transforms into the biggest dork who is forever crushing on his wife. He goes from Gomez mode to Roger Rabbit mode, his clumsy attempts at flirting making her genuinely laugh and giggle.

He is the Gomez to Reader's Morticia and he adores everything from her affectionately calling him "sugah" to the fact she can and will absolutely destroy him in a fight, Katakuri loves her.

And woo boy, can she kick ass.

Even while she's fighting, Katakuri is in the background doing basically: (Katakuri is Gambit, and yes he do the cooking and he do the cleaning for their wedding anniversaries)

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTYmMw14M/

Meanwhile, Reader finds Katakuri the cutest/most handsome man in the world. She equally has a permenant crush on her titantic husband, and playfully flirts with him daily so she can see him stumbling around like an adorable goof.

She's everyone's favorite sister-in-law, including Flampé, even Mama likes her because she can make Beignets (Something that Katakuri to be his favorite bit of their marriage.)

The best part, Katakuri's mastery over Armament Haki means she can physically touch him without her powers sapping the life out of him. Sometimes he forgets, but those laspses in Judgement are worth it if it means he gets a smooch from Reader.

And I have this little headcanon that Katakuri mad sprints straight through walls just to kiss Reader's arm whenever she speaks French, asking her to speak more whilst being completely unaware of a dozen him shaped holes in multiple walls leading to where Reader is.

Sorry for being so late on this! But I did enjoy reading your description of this request, I laughed so hard on a few parts XD

-Katakuri never thought that he was going to get married, he thought he was always too powerful for Mama to lose, but when someone worthy caught her eye, he found himself quickly falling for the woman she had chosen for him.

-You were feisty, bright, and funny, but also very passionate and a warm person, as well as being incredibly powerful thanks to your raw strength and Devil Fruit abilities.

-You ate a rather unfortunate Devil Fruit, one that let you zap the memories, knowledge, and abilities from others for a short while, leaving them weak and unable to do anything. The downside was that you couldn’t touch anyone, skin to skin, without this happening, and you were always scared to touch others, not wanting to hurt them.

-However, Katakuri wasn’t bothered, all that mattered was your happiness, as you made him happy, and he trained himself hard with his Armament Haki, covering his skin with a protective barrier, letting you touch him, skin to skin.

-The first day he did this, after being unable to kiss you at your wedding, as you put your gloved hand between your lips to protect him, you had launched into his arms, peppering his protected face in so many kisses that you left him steaming on the ground, surrounded by hearts.

-You were well liked among his siblings, and Mama adored you as well, as you were always willing to help and you knew how to make beignets, a delicious treat from where you came from, something she came to adore and asks you for some regularly.

-You were a powerful warrior, able to pick up your husband with one arm, something he was stunned at, but he adored when you would show off your strength, it meant that you were powerful and you could keep yourself safe, but as your husband- that was his duty to keep you safe!

-It was hard not to swoon when he said things like this to you, on how he must protect you because you’re important to him, as you would always turn, your cheeks bright red.

-Some of your in-laws told you and Katakuri both how nauseating you two were at times- you had been married for a few years now, but neither of you had left the honeymoon stage, constantly acting like lovesick teenagers.

-You couldn’t help it; your husband was just so cute! He acted tough around others but with you he was like a giant teddy bear, acting so sweet and gentle with you, holding you close as he laid on his back, telling you everything he loved about you, and even if you had heard the same thing a million times it always made you smile and blush.

-Katakuri wasn’t immune to your charms either, your accent drove him wild, especially when you called him Sugah, and when you spoke French around him, it was an instant KO- he would be immediately on his back, clutching at his heart, overwhelmed by his love for you.

-If you weren’t around and you spoke French, like he had some sort of sixth sense about it, he would always burst through the nearest wall, leaving a massive Katakuri-shaped hole in the wall as he would pick you up, covering you in kisses after protecting his lips.

-Despite you, Mama, and many others yelling at him for constantly leaving holes all over Whole Cake Island, but he always ignored them, as he loved when you would speak French, wanting to hear it all the time.

-However, if you ever spoke French to someone else, someone that wasn’t a family member, he was hands on sight, that’s his wife and his pretty French words and you usually have to pick him up like a giant dog and carry him away, so he doesn’t get into a fight.

-While not the easiest marriage, with your hesitations on touching him and with him sometimes forgetting and you zapping his strength, he adored you and you loved him so much, and that’s all that mattered.

[gerec]

Hi Gerec! Sorry if this has been asked before - I know this is kind of a broad question, but can you recommend some of your favorite modern AU Cherik fanfics? I’d love to see them in any variety of professions or circumstances as long as it takes place in the modern day, whether one of them is a professor or a stripper or a corporate CEO or a barista or a bartender or an engineer or anything at all! One-shots and multichapters are both welcome as well, I don’t discriminate. Thanks in advance! :D

Hi Anon! Don't worry - I'm always happy to talk about my favourite au's (this fandom has the MOST amazing aus omg we're so lucky)!!!

Definitely check out this post that has my Top 5 X-Men Favourites (Canon & AU)! Truly, it's impossible to share every fic I love, or even make a tiny dent in the number of incredible aus out there but I am happy to share some of my all-time favourites. I hope you enjoy them all :D

When the Spell Breaks by kianspo Erik, a high-profile lawyer with a successful career, meets a 21-year-old grad student in a bar, and within a few short months marries him. He and Charles are blissfully happy, until Erik's boss runs a background check on Charles and discovers he's been cheating on Erik. Charles denies everything, as there was no affair, but Erik doesn't believe him and throws him out. As Charles tries to figure out how to survive and stay at school that he can no longer afford and makes a lot of bad if not plain dangerous choices, Erik has to fight his own battle of discovering the truth and winning Charles back.

(Note: Read EVERYTHING by Kianspo! They mostly write AUs which is perfect for what you're looking for, but their canon fics are amazing too :D)

Not So Much the Teacup by thehoyden

“Charles is basically the bride whisperer. It’s like he can read their minds.” (wedding planner AU)

rooms/shares by pocky_slash 

Erik is single, working a cube job he hates, letting his master's degree in mutant studies collect dust, and living on his best friend's couch. When she kicks him out, he's forced to trawl Craigslist for the least-offensive rooming option within his meagre budget. He never expects a response from the persnickety, high maintenance ad he replies to as a joke, but it's possible this too-nice apartment and mysteriously absent roommate might be the answer to all four of his problems.

Love Runs Out by ikeracity

Hammer Bay, one of the most mutant-friendly apartment buildings in all of Manhattan and affectionately nicknamed the Hub by its residents, is home to an eclectic mix of families, broke college students, scientists, artists, and high school dropouts. Charles Xavier, new arrival to apartment 3K, catches the attention of everyone on the third floor but he only has eyes for one: cranky author Erik Lehnsherr who lives directly across the hall in 3B.

A Nice Boy (The Family Matters Edition) by pocky_slash

Erik's not sure whether the problem is that he doesn't want his parents to meet Charles or that he doesn't want Charles to meet his parents. Either way, he never invites Charles to brunch. Why should he? It's not like they're dating.

Politico by cygnaut

Modern Genosha Politics AU. In which Erik is l'enfant terrible of the mutant National Assembly, and his staff just wants to get him laid.

Daycare 'Verse by orphan_account, pocky_slash (series)

A modern AU in which Charles runs a mutant daycare and Erik is his long-suffering engineer boyfriend.

Charles Xavier's A+ Guide to Management (or, How to Completely Destroy Your Life Without Even Trying) by fro_baby

In which Charles and Erik run a newspaper, wrangle interns, outrun the feds, outwit a multinational crime lord, get royally fucked over (twice), eat prawns, argue over comma errors, dodge (and fail to dodge) airborne projectiles, make many snarky remarks, drive around in the desert, fight, make up, fight again, and slowly (but surely) fall in love.

Strict Machine by euphorbic

When Professor Charles F Xavier accepted a visiting professor position in Arizona, he did so in order to be geographically closer to his sister. What he did not expect to find was the living, breathing specter of the sportbike gang-oriented past he’d been trying to put to rest.

A tale of sport bikes, consequences, and sacrifice.

The Last Love Song & Testament of Charles F. Xavier by midrashic

When Erik is accused of domestic terrorism, Charles has no choice but to marry him to keep him out of jail.

Scenes from the Wild by nekosmuse

Erik Lehnsherr, world renowned wilderness survivalist, alongside his husband, Charles Xavier, survive the perils of the wild in order to bring you, Two Men, One Knife, an award winning reality survival series, available only on the Discovery Channel. Follow Erik and Charles as they travel to the world's most remote locations with only the most basic of supplies. Pitted against nature, this husband-husband team struggle to survive in some of the world's harshest climates while battling the planet's fiercest predators. Can they survive the Canadian North? Find out next season, on Two Men, One Knife

August by Red

For the XMFC kinkmeme, in response to a prompt asking for an mpreg story with some genetics thrown in the mix. While non-mutant couples may be able to conceive a mutant or a non-mutant child, for a couple with two mutants, there's a twenty-five percent chance of a third option: a fatal presentation of the mutant gene. Erik found out years ago that he was one of a number of (relatively cisgendered? this is an odd thing for me to be typing) mutant guys who have the secondary mutation of A Uterus. He'd also been told--years ago, but less so than the last statement--that he was infertile. He and Charles have been on the waiting list for adopting a mutant kid, but when morning sickness sets in, Erik can't exactly celebrate his sudden ability to get pregnant until he's ruled out that twenty-five percent chance.

Cue hiding a pregnancy from a telepath husband, dealing with Dr. MacTaggert's meddling, and trying to avoid the relentless well-wishing of the police department's esteemed Mutant Affairs Division.

this is only now (where do we go from here) by thebodyeclectic (series)

From this prompt on the 1stclass_kink meme: Modern AU, where an older Alex (in his mid twenties?) somehow figures out/recieves the news that, no, his younger brother didn't die in the crash like he'd been told, and then sets out to find him. The catch is, Scott's been adopted and adores his 'dad', who is incidentally the adorkable Hank McCoy.

Deep Cover by Subtilior 

Omegas in heat? The perfect whores. Sebastian Shaw? The bastard who kidnaps them for his Hellfire Club. Erik Lehnsherr? A hard-boiled detective who's been on the Hellfire case for months. The catastrophe that unfolds when he goes in on retrieval and finds Charles Xavier still writhing in a Hellfire bed? .... Deep Cover.

Protect, Serve, Troll by keire_ke

Erik's fire department has a special relationship with the local university. They visit often. Sometimes, there even is a fire.

Spy Games by manic_intent

Prompt: Burn Notice AU, with Erik Lehnsherr as the spy and Charles as the trigger-happy ex boyfriend. Erik is burned for unknown reasons in Mexico and wakes up in New York City. Somehow, he needs to raise $500,000, in order to find out -why-.

Playing With Fire by professor

Charles is a detective determined to catch a serial killer.

If the serial killer doesn't catch him first.

The Associates by ikeracity, Pangea (series)

Being a mob boss' associate has its ups and downs. Having sex in the back of a limo on Valentine's Day is definitely one of the ups.

On a side note (and if you haven't already), try sorting fics by kudos for Cherik fics on Ao3, and under Additional Tags select 'Alternate Universe - Modern Setting'. Anything on the first say, 10 pages, is probably a good bet to start with as they are obviously beloved by the fandom :D

Rampage by wallhaditcoming (uvcatastrophe)

When police uncover evidence that notorious serial killer Magneto is obsessed with Professor Charles Xavier, they immediately move to put him into Witness Security. Only Xavier refuses. The police come up with trumped up charges to arrest him and thus keep him safe until they can apprehend the killer. Erik is not happy that the police have chosen to drag Charles into this and are now trying to keep him from him, and shows his displeasure the best way he knows how -- an increased body count.

One Summer's End by furius, motleystitches (furius)

Erik Lehnsherr, successful businessman, has been the muse to the artist Charles Xavier for the last twenty years. They'll readily confess to loving each other through art, but at the last show Charles Xavier is holding in New York before he heads over to England, everyone else around them realises that it's not enough.

Talk, Baby, Talk by lyonet

“Enough,” Erik said furiously. “It’s over. Let it die.”

“Be fair, sugar,” Emma said. “We made good music. It was your choice to wear magenta armour and a cape.”

On a Beach, With You (The Tel Aviv Remix) by niniblack

Charles Xavier meets Erik Lehnsherr on a beach in Israel.

Growing Up Lehnsherr by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee (series) For someone who hates feelings, Erik gets dragged into an alarming number of conversations about them. In which there are confessions, declarations, awkward first meetings, accidents, explanations, endings and beginnings.

Wednesday by Red

Getting confined to a nursing facility for a six-week course of iv antibiotics would have been dreadfully dull, had Charles not found a way to "occupy his time."

In which Erik Lehnsherr, retired nazi hunter, becomes the latest victim of Charles Xavier's charms.

One big family by ximeria

There is a house in New York (no, only Charles calls it a house, and his perception of such is a little warped, so let's try that again)...

... There's a building in New York, owned by XavierMedCorp that caters to mutant tenants, their families and a handful of humans. You need to know someone who knows someone who knows someone to get an apartment there. Or maybe just be very lucky. Or have a mutant son who has the tenacity of a pit bull. Anyway, Edie Lehnsherr has moved in and she is slowly getting to know the other tenants, the superintendent and the owner.

One Hundred One Night Stands. by Sophia_Bee

Charles has a rule. Never fuck the same guy twice. When he refuses to see Erik again after a one night stand, Erik goes about trying to get Charles to violate that rule using accents and disguises.

to put the world between us by populuxe

Erik Lehnsherr is one of the hottest actors in Hollywood: fresh off an Academy Award nomination, he’s about to star in HBO’s most anticipated show of the year. And even though online chatter about his recent string of queer roles keeps getting louder, his personal life remains personal—just as it always has, and just as his manager and publicist continue to advise.

But when he winds up at the same wedding as his college best friend, Charles Xavier—and when they quickly fall into bed together—he’s forced to revisit the past he’s been trying to get away from for years. The pull between them has always been magnetic, but so has the weight of secrecy. Can they keep from repeating the same mistakes, or will the price of the truth be too high?

Every Song I Know by clarasteam 

“Erik,” Janos says wearily, “you had amazing sex with this guy. He obviously really likes you. You have, what, a month, six weeks left? You can spend it moping and hiding and worrying you're going to run into him. Or you can call him, have a good time, and figure out where you go from there.”

Erik groans. It's what he wants to do, so much it scares him.

In the Weeds by not_who_we_are

Erik works at one of the largest, busiest, most hectic restaurants in Times Square. Years of serving tourists has left him jaded and generally grumpy. But new transfer Charles Xavier seems determined to change his outlook.

Drama! 5% tips! Eating dead food! Confusing-when-taken-out-of-context restaurant slang!

The Precipice by TurtleTotem

Prince Erik of Genosha must marry before he can take the throne. But Charles must be mad to even think of accepting the proposal of someone he met less than an hour ago...

With Abandon by sunryder

The best part about Charles' favorite bakery isn't the location, and it isn't the lovely smell, or even the Earl Grey cupcakes. It's the Baker.

Erik Lehnsherr is a beautiful specimen of a man, particularly when his fussing over Charles takes the form of pastry.

Such a pity Charles doesn't know Erik is an assassin.

[briefalpacashark]

=The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare=

=Plus a Woman or Two=

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Gus March-Phillips. A great, if not slightly mad man stood in a room in front of some very high-ranking men. Who in all their mighty power were in Gus’ opinion, groveling for his help. A welcome and successful change from pervious accusations of insubordination and such. In any case, it gave him a chance to kill Nazis again. And he would not pass up such an opportunity. ”If I’m to do this, I’ll need my own team. You won’t like them.They’re all, uh...” he paused to think of an accurate word. “mad,” he admitted honestly and with the upmost respect. ”They’ll need to be. Give us their names,” a man Gus knew affectionally as M stated, gladdened at the agreement. ”Henry Hayes. A smart, young Irishman who hates the Nazis because his older brother, who was a close friend of mine, drowned after a U-boat sank his fishing trawler. I’ve taken him under my wing ever since. He’s cunning, quiet and wily. More to the point, Hayes is a magnificent sailor and I trust him,” Gus started. ”If we’re going to try and sink a large ship, we’ll need Freddy “The Buzz” frogman. He can swim across the channel with his feet tied together. Admittedly, he’s a convicted arsonist and a terrible misery unless he’s destroying something. But he’s very good at blowing things up,” M listened closely as he lit his pipe. The second recommend man coming at a bit of a shock. ”Next, we’ll need the Danish hammer,” Fleming, the one who was in charge of writing down the names, looked up at the familiar and infamous title. “Anders Lassen. Grew up wrestling bears and hunting elk on his family estate. He’s a legend with a Bowie knife and a bow and arrow. He ran away at 18 to fight the Nazis after the Gestapo tortured his brother to death. He gave up filleting game for gutting Nazis. He then turned up on our shores ready to fight alongside us. He is an uncontrollable mad dog who knows a hundred creative ways to kill a man,” Gus finished. ”Most importantly, we’ll need Geoffrey Appleyard,” Gus stated. ”Yes, we thought you might. That’s why we sent him on a reconnaissance mission to Fernando Po. Unfortunately, the Nazis nabbed him on his return,” Fleming said with an apologetic smile. ”All the more reason. He knows what we need to know. He’s a master planner, a master survivor, a chess grand master and a surgeon with the blade. We spent two weeks together in a Dunkirk foxhole and if it wasn’t for Apple, I would still be there today. No Apple, no mission,” Gus put forth the ultimatum, speaking with nothing but reverence for his friend. ”I’m afraid that’s impossible,” M said with a shake of his head. ”Why?” Gus asked. ”Because he’s being held by an entire German garrison on La Palma,” M’s explanations barley even registered to Gus. Who with a nonchalant shrug said, “La Palma’s on the way,” The beautiful Marjorie scoffed at Gus’s blatant confidence, with heron by her side sharing in her opinion with a shake of his head.

”That’s insanity,” M thought Gus had to be joking. ”You let me worry about that,” Gus said dismissively. ”Alright we have our list,” Fleming stated, moving to set the pen down. ”Uh-ah,” Gus wagged his finger at him. ”It looks to me you're assembling more of a platoon than a team,” M said, taking a long draw of his pipe. ”Only one more. Patience Evangaline March-Phillips,” M sighed at what he knew was long coming. ”March-Phillips? A relative?” Marjorie asked, intrigued at the mention of another woman’s name. ”I’m sorry, a woman?” Fleming asked with a small scoff. Marjorie’s and Gus’ heated looks had him swallowing his earlier statement and writing down the name to avoid their gazes. ”My dear little sister. She’s made quiet a name for herself. The red angle she’s called,” everyone in the room could recall the name. A famous name that had eared its reverence. Yet that fact was overshadowed by the announcement that the owner of the title was a woman. “One of the best snipers the world has ever seen which last time I checked has successfully dispatched every target assigned to her. She can dispatch a man from about 2000 yards away. She’s also a wiz with anything mechanical. Anything that breaks she can fix. She knows how to build a gun from scratch and can name every kind off the top of her head. She’s fluent in seven different languages and she dabbles in aviation. That, of course, only covers the skills she is proficient in,” A beaming pride shone through Gus as he spoke of his little sister. ”Mad like you?” Heron asked. ”Alas, she is the sensible one of the two of us,” Gus chuckled. ”Very well. If you wish to bring your own flesh and blood into the folds of danger, so be it,” M’s statement had Gus glancing down. Of course, he wouldn’t want such a thing. If he had it his way, his sister would be happy tucked away in some country home, falling in love with a farmer with her only care being what to cook for her next breakfast. That was half the reason he threw himself into the war. Only she threw herself in right after him. They had stayed together in their earlier military days. Their time together ended when they were separated and Gus was imprisoned. ”She was put in danger the moment Hitler gave his first salute,” Gus stated. It was true. It was not only the solider’s who were facing danger every day. Air raid’s of Britain left no woman or child safe. ”Very well, you have your team,” M’s nodded. Gus smiled, cocking his head slightly, his eyes raking down M’s body. ”I must get me one of those coats,”

Stepping out into the cold night air, lighting a cigar at his lips, Gus on his person sported several stolen items. A total of 8 Cigar’s, not counting the one alight between his teeth. 1 high quality, gold cased lighter. 1 tailored high end coat. 1 belly full of high grade liquer. And one gleeful smile.

On the other side of the world, sat in a little shack, was a woman. About her allied solider’s shuffled about at their down time, playing cards and such. The only woman in the room, she held in her hands a dismantled hand gun, intently cleaning every nook. The rays of sunlight filtered through the shoddy window slightly, her simple features, her focused brown eyes and her well kept but unruly brown hair bound tightly into a braid. That woman was the sister of Gus. ”Patience, personal message, from a,” a young solider barely wet behind the ears frowned at the name upon the piece of paper. “Duchess Dickward,” her movements stilled, and she slowly turned a glint of familiar recognition passing through her eyes.

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Chapter 2

[malicedragoness]

Kinktober Day 3 - Monster AU

Characters: Naga!Havik x GN Reader

Word count: 702

Synopsis: It’s been weeks since your destroyed ship washed up on unknown land. And a naga with a mangled face seems to have taken a liking to you.

Notes: I wrote this with Havik’s black and red hair (Scabbed Over) in mind. I’m not entirely happy with the end product, but I think it’s because I want to world build more with it. But if I did that, then I would just put it off until it’s like 15k words. Maybe I’ll revisit this idea and expand on it in the future. NOT BETA READ, WE DIE LIKE MEN!

Warnings: Monster rutting

Kinktober tag list: @bihanspookies

Warmth surrounds you as you gently stir awake. Your eyes crack open to catch your new lover resting against your chest, an unbidden smile tugging on your lips.

Havik’s ruined face looks more gentle, more calm when he sleeps. The fierce demeanor gone and replaced by a peaceful expression.

He loves to keep you wrapped up in his tail at night. His tail always seemed endless. Coils of shimmering onyx scales, speckled with muted reds and whites, feel silky smooth against your naked skin. Strong as steel, yet they carefully wrap around you, emanating a pleasant heat.

And his thick cock is buried deep inside you, refusing to part from the warm, safe haven your body provided.

Your walls clench around him for a brief moment, earning a low groan from the sleeping creature on top of you.

It’s been weeks since your ship was wrecked by a terrible storm at sea. Deadly waves and a raging tempest had reduced the great ship to timbers, taking many lives of the passengers on board.

You woke up shivering. Drenched in sea water and a face full of wet sand, you cursed the cruel sea for abandoning you in such a strange place. Bodies and pieces of the ship littered the dreary beach. The few survivors decided to take their chances braving the new landscape.

And not even an hour into your trek, you were being chased by a warthog. The rest of your group had dispersed and left you to your fate. Your heart hammering in your chest as the sound of hooves got closer.

Until Havik showed up.

The naga had fallen from the trees, coiling his tail around the vicious beast. His massive hands ripping the jaw off the warthog, squealing in pain. Piece by piece, he clawed it apart until he was covered in blood and viscera.

His haunting gaze turned to you, sniffing the air, “Mate.”

He took you and the carcass of the warthog back to his nest, offering you pieces of raw meat from his kill.

Over time, Havik learned how to care for you. Crafting a spit roast to cook the meat for you, bringing you fresh water from a spring, berries and fruits that were safe to eat. And he offered you the furs of creatures he’s slain to keep you warm.

It seemed like such a long time ago when his feral visage frightened you. Scars decorated his body, some deeper than others. Half of his face was burned away, revealing a sharp set of fangs. Slitted topaz eyes studying your every move.

And now that same creature is curled atop of you, basking in the warmth of your smooth skin.

You smile and clench your walls again, wanting to rouse him from sleep. His muscular abdomen gives an unbidden jerk, sliding further into you.

Slowly, the coils of his tail come alive, slithering around you like never ending waves. A low hiss could be heard as Havik raises his head, trailing the ruined cartilage of his nose up your throat.

“Mate,” his voice low and gravelly in your ear. He teases your neck with the tip of his forked tongue.

“Havik,” you murmur affectionately. A soft sigh leaving your lips as he rocks his hips forward.

Clawed hands caress your body, worshipping every dip and groove, causing shivers down your spine. His cock throbbed within you, rubbing the walls of your tight channel with every thrust.

Onyx tail props you up higher, the end of it curling around your wrists and pulling them behind your head, leaving you at his mercy.

Growls and hisses rumble in his throat.

“My mate,” his hot breath fanning your neck, his hips thrusting into you a little faster. “All mine. No one else can have you.”

“I’m yours, Havik.” Your whimpers spur him on, feeding the possessiveness inside him.

His massive hands envelope your ankles and place them on his shoulders. His hulking figure looms over you, bending your legs to your chest. Drool and venom drip from his fangs, landing on your collarbone as he ruts into you.

“I’m gonna empty every drop of my spill inside you. Until you’re filled to the brim with me.”

[thegraveyardshifts]

@frgdsecrts ft. Ric.

Location: Deathrunner Safehouse

The room was small, clean enough to get by but not as sterile as a hospital might’ve been. This wasn’t a place of healing, though, more a place of hiding, a place to regroup. Maddox entered silently, as always, face drawn into its familiar frown, circles under his eyes much more pronounced thanks to the new paleness of his skin. He’d woken up under a white blanket, aware of the shuffling of people around him and the quiet sobs and murmurs of polite conversation, disorientated for only a few moments before sitting up to truly take in where he was - a line-up of the dead, dragged out for identification by families and friends. Maddox’s sudden return to life made a few yell, a nearby woman hit him with a shoe, confused at his own state of undeath and figuring it was a cruel and unusual prank. How long had he been out? There was no marker for it, especially since so much of New Orleans was still destroyed… Maddox’s head still felt fuzzy, oddly so, not the usual plunge into cold water that came with re-summoning, the sudden punch of air in lungs and heart suddenly hammering to life with a beat not his own. So, that meant that he either had no witch or, he was still bound to Ric. That thread that had been pulled taught and snapped had resewn itself shut, the undead tested it and found that the invisible tug was still there, albeit weakly. The relief that flooded through Maddox had been almost euphoric, causing him to smile as he followed where it led him - a safehouse of sorts, Deathrunner territory, a few familiar faces scouting the territory for more trouble but, nodding in acknowlegement as he passed them. What had happened? Maddox didn’t know, hadn’t been fucking awake for it. His phone was gone too. He dropped down into the chair pulled next to the bed, weak sunlight filtering in and casting flickering shadows. Ric looks small, though people tell him colour has returned to his face and he’s improving quickly. It was a shock - it is still a quiet shock to Maddox, the sudden and intense fear of losing his witch still fresh in his mind, lodged stuck in his chest, alongside guilt and anger…the need to make someone pay for his mistakes. The mistake of not being there. It’s something Maddox doesn’t intend to repeat, carefully reaching over to take Ric’s hand in his own and run a thumb across his knuckles in a manner that could be considered affectionate to anyone watching from the outside. He says nothing, for there isn't anything Maddox can think to apart from sorry.

[fadeling]

i’m obsessed with petra btw. i’m so curious about her and her mom after your last post what’s the deal with her mom

🥺 THANK YOU *EXPLODES*

I never named Petra's parents properly because I'm lazy but I do have some lore for them yay

Petra's mother was a saarebas under the Qun, before her magic emerged she was basically on the path towards working in agriculture. She actually did love that, especially plants, but shit happens sometimes. :( It definitely sucked but as someone living under that philosophy, she put a lot of effort into getting herself to be not entirely miserable about it. I think she even went unscathed for a long time, up until the moment someone decided her passive interest in herbs and asking so many questions about it when her controller doesn't need it is weird. Could be dangerous. For that crime it was decided she should no longer be allowed to speak. She's also extremely talented and very clever so that contributed to the decision

And as if things couldn't get any worse, her arvaarad ends up dissenting which is extremely annoying because his reasons to do that are definitely worse than hers. he has her control rod though so there's not a whole lot she can do about it. At that point she could only fully devote herself to the Qun in order to not be completely emotionally destroyed (even though it hurt her) and now she doesn't even get to have that either. 😔 her controller groups up with some other tal-vashoth along the wounded coast, and they kind of like having them because she's frankly cracked as a weapon. Actually this spurs in-fighting because some of them think they deserve to be the ones to own her -- it just doesn't really matter who does because in the end she's completely dehumanized by them. Considering where they came from, that's normal.

There was guy in their group, apparently a mason in the past which is weird to see among soldiers. He's kind of the odd one out because he wants to build homes to live in, but they let him stick around because he has a big hammer. She sees herself in him a little bit, and she's extremely fucking desperate so she attempts to secretly communicate with him via a developed sign language. Scares the fuck out of him at first but eventually their relationship and understanding of each other progress, and they become friends :^) one night he slaughters the keeper of her rod in his sleep and destroys it forever yay <3 and she obliterates everyone else ☺️

he built her a small farm that she protects pretty severely. Despite what she's been through she stays silly; safe within her family unit she's a huge gossip and likes to tease and nag the man who named their child after a stone because that was the best name he could come up with. Petra is absolutely not safe from this either, her mom definitely has a list of affectionate (but humiliating) nicknames she uses for her instead of her actual name most of the time. She also kinda gives off morticia Addams vibes? (Petra's dad is not very gomez though. I don't know what he is. he's kind of #srs)

[zzthekaiju]

Lumi and the Great Big Galaxy - Thrash

Once again, I must bring your attention to the animated pilot currently having a Backerkit campaign (link at the bottom). One of the tiers allows one to have their alien OC as a background character. If I had the chance to do so (I'm in the physical art book tier, though I plan on donating WAY more than just $500), this would be mine.

To give a brief introduction, Thrash is a bounty hunter, and self-proclaimed "rock star of the stars" (title pending). Among his peers, he's not particularly respected. Rude and crude, Thrash revels in being as destructive as possible as he somehow manages to keep his clients satisfied. While he enjoys the bounty hunting business, his true passion is music. Specifically, rock-n-roll. It's why his primary weapon is a bladed, soundwave-blasting guitar he affectionately names "Mel", as in melody. Heck, his personal ship is powered/steered not by fuel or a wheel, but the sounds his guitar makes. Hence, every takeoff is a jam session.

As for his relation to the main six, it's not great. As the whole of the galaxy's bounty hunters are attracted to the prospect of bagging a living star like Lumi, so too is Thrash. However, he's only in it for the money and not the power, as threatening kids isn't exactly his idea of a good time. He isn't even all in with the whole wish thing Lumi does, seeing it as a lousy shortcut to happiness. Even without that, though, most of the main gang just sees him as obnoxious. Over time, however, he and Holden end up bonding over their mutual love of destroying things and breaking the rules, as well as Thrash's sheer hatred of abusive parental figures (he has experience with those).

In short, Thrash is a metal-loving reptilian cross between the personality of Lobo from "Superman: The Animated Series" and the character arc of John Silver from "Treasure Planet". If I had to pick a theme for him, I'd be "Twilight Zone" by Golden Earring (though the cover by Bloody Hammers arguably suits him better).

Now, without further ado...GO SUPPORT THIS PILOT, ALREADY!!!

[bitemevanitas]

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂

𝗛 𝗘 𝗔 𝗗 𝗖 𝗔 𝗡 𝗢 𝗡 𝗦

𝖥𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆: 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖲𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖵𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗌

𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖱𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌 𝗑 𝖦��!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝖳𝗒𝗉𝖾: 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌

Meeting for the First Time

☘︎ Roland first meets them in the line of duty

☘︎ Whether it’s during a vampire hunt, an interrogation, simply a chance meeting at the cathedral or in the streets of Paris doesn't matter

☘︎ If they’re a vampire, he’s intrigued rather than hostile, despite the Church’s stance

☘︎ His faith tells him to protect, not destroy, and he’s immediately drawn to them

☘︎ If they’re human, perhaps they work in a field that overlaps with his own

☘︎ Maybe he simply helps them out in a moment of kindness

☘︎ Either way, his natural charisma pulls them into a conversation before they know what’s happening

Before the Relationship

☘︎ Roland isn’t the type to immediately recognize romantic feelings

☘︎ He may feel drawn to them but brushes it off as simple admiration or friendship

☘︎ If they challenge him in some way (intellectually, morally, or even physically), that’s what really sparks his interest

☘︎ He loves someone who makes him think

☘︎ If they’re part of the vampire world, he struggles with the contradiction between his duty and his personal morals

☘︎ He may seek Olivier’s opinion (more on that later)

☘︎ He definitely flirts playfully before realizing his feelings run deeper than expected

The Moment He Realizes He’s in Love

☘︎ Yes, realization hits him like a hammer to the chest

☘︎ One day, he’s just going about his life, and then it clicks

☘︎ For a split second, he panics—not because love scares him

☘︎ More because Roland Fortis doesn’t do things halfway

☘︎ That panic disappears just as fast, replaced with sheer determination

☘︎ If he loves them, then by God, he’s going to do something about it

Getting Into the Relationship

☘︎ He’s direct about his feelings

☘︎ Roland doesn’t play games, doesn’t dance around the topic—he’ll straight-up tell them, “I think I’m in love with you. What do we do about that?”

☘︎ If they’re shy, he’ll make sure not to overwhelm them

☘︎ He would keep things lighthearted until they’re ready to reciprocate

☘︎ If they’re more bold, he loves the challenge of an outgoing, confident partner and fully embraces the playful tension

☘︎ The relationship officially begins with mutual understanding, rather than confusion or hesitation

First Kiss

☘︎ Knowing Roland, their first kiss might come spontaneously, in the heat of a moment

☘︎ ...Maybe after a battle, in the quiet safety of the aftermath

☘︎ Again, if they’re shyer, he’ll make sure to give them space, gauging their reaction carefully before closing the distance

☘︎ If they’re bold, they might beat him to it, catching him off guard for once

☘︎ He’ll recover fast though, deepening the kiss with that signature confidence of his

First Declaration of Love

☘︎ He wouldn’t hesitate to say “I love you” once he means it

☘︎ He’s sincere and fearless when it comes to emotions

☘︎ It’s likely a quiet moment—maybe after tending to their wounds

☘︎ If they’re shy, he reassures them it’s okay if they need time to say it back

☘︎ If they’re outgoing, he expects them to answer with equal enthusiasm

Love Languages

☘︎ Acts of Service

• Roland is always doing things for them

• Whether it’s fixing their coat

• Bringing/making them food

• Or making sure they rest enough and well

☘︎ Physical Touch

• He’s an affectionate man

• A hand on their shoulder

• A playful nudge with the nose to the head when they cuddle

• Resting his forehead against theirs—it’s constant

☘︎ Words of Affirmation

• He’s always telling them how wonderful they are

• How much he loves them

• How incredibly lucky he is

Public vs. Private Affection

☘︎ Public:

• Roland is not shy about PDA

• He’ll sling an arm around their shoulders, hold their hand, and openly call them affectionate names

☘︎ Private:

• In private, his affection becomes more intimate

• Soft forehead kisses, tracing their fingers with his own, holding them just a little closer

• If they need comfort, he’s incredibly gentle, holding them close and murmuring reassurances

• He enjoys simple things like napping together or playing with their hair while he's reading scripture aloud

Dominance & Submission in the Relationship

☘︎ He’s a natural leader, but that doesn’t mean he dominates everything

☘︎ He loves an equal partnership

☘︎ If they’re independent, he respects that and won’t try to control them

☘︎ If they’re more reserved, he gently encourages them to speak their mind

☘︎ Physically intimate dynamics? He’s adaptable

☘︎ He enjoys leading but isn’t opposed to being on the receiving end of passion either

If S/O Is a Vampire – Blood Drinking

☘︎ He would absolutely let them drink his blood if he trusted them

☘︎ Preferred position? He’d either sit with them in his lap, or let them straddle him while he tilts his head to the side

Respect for Consent?

☘︎ Absolutely

☘︎ He is extremely careful about boundaries

☘︎ He’d never pressure them, physically or emotionally

Memorizing Things About His Beloved

☘︎ He remembers everything

☘︎ Their favorite foods, their habits, how they react to different situations

☘︎ If they casually mention liking something, expect him to show up with it later

How He Presents the Relationship Publicly

☘︎ Open and proud

☘︎ He has nothing to hide, non?

☘︎ If anyone questions it, he’ll just grin and say, “Isn’t love grand?”

Flaws & Bad Habits

☘︎ Overly reckless—he throws himself into danger too often

☘︎ He can be a bit too confident, sometimes assuming he knows best

☘︎ He doesn’t always take his own emotions seriously, brushing off pain with humor

Prior Relationship Experience

☘︎ Likely flirted plenty but never had anything truly serious before this

Would the Relationship Be Toxic?

☘︎ No

☘︎ He’s too genuine and respectful

☘︎ But it could be challenging at times, especially if they struggle with his lack of survival instinct (seriously)

Pet-Peeves & Dealbreakers

☘︎ Pet-peeves: Dishonesty, cowardice, unnecessary cruelty

☘︎ Dealbreaker: Someone who doesn’t respect his values or openly mocks his faith

Would He Distance Himself Sometimes?

☘︎ If he’s deeply troubled by something, he might isolate himself, but not for long

☘︎ He trusts his partner and doesn’t like hiding from them

Taking Relationship Advice from Olivier?

☘︎ Yes, but mostly for amusement

☘︎ Olivier’s advice would be grumpy but sound

☘︎ Roland would tease him relentlessly during the conversation

First Few Weeks of the Relationship

☘︎ Exciting and full of energy

☘︎ He’s eager to make them happy, and every moment feels new and exhilarating

☘︎ He’s constantly looking for new ways to impress them

Jealousy Scale (1-10)?

☘︎ About a 4 or 5

☘︎ He trusts them but won’t hesitate to put an arm around their waist and give a pointed smile if someone gets too close

Nicknames for S/O

☘︎ Genuine: Mon amour, Chér(ie), Mon trésor

☘︎ Silly: Holy Relic, Sunshine, My Little Sin

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[imthepunchlord]

Do you think Marinette getting the ladybug miraculous and Adrien getting the cat miraculous could have worked?

Oh yes, they could've.

As Marinette is set power wise in how she uses the Ladybug, the biggest issue that needs to be addressed is Tikki. Tikki doesn't bring anything new to Marinette, she teaches to be responsible, be considerate of others, step up as a leader, be dedicated and productive and stay on top of things; and guess what, Marinette is already a lot of those. Tikki is just hammering those nails even deeper. And while Tikki can be supportive and affectionate, she doesn't truly back her humans, she wants them to handle things themselves. So paired with this, it's easy to get why Marinette is developing and Atlas complex with Tikki.

It's a big reason Plagg I think would've been the best kwami to pair with her, for he's her best foil. He's the best set up to have Marinette grow, learn to adjust herself. He's lazy to her being overly dedicated and productive, and he's selfish to her selflessness. I don't see Marinette flipping a coin and becoming like Plagg, but I can see her learning that she needs to draw a line somewhere, to not pile so much on her plate, that sometimes she needs to prioritize herself and her own needs and wants before others. It's also a big plus that Plagg will be in Marinette's court and have her back and get upset for her, something she really doesn't have in canon (at most she had Luka but they moved him to Brazil so... yeah she doesn't really have anyone in her corner).

But to make Tikki work, there are a few options.

1 is to have Marinette realize that Tikki doesn't always know what's best, and she shouldn't listen to everything Tikki says, calls out, or advises. That she should probably challenge Tikki and her stances sometimes.

2 is to make use of Master Fu, he could be the one to advise Marinette to not have full faith in Tikki and her stances, or you can make use of him being someone Tikki works for and have him tell Tikki that she needs to adjust herself and how she's handling Marinette.

3 is having a different kwami to work with Marinette and Tikki, having someone counter Tikki's words with their own, and Marinette has someone else to listen to and consider than Tikki. Ideally, I do think it needs to be a kwami who's going to recommend prioritizing Marinette's needs since Tikki is there to guide her humans to be a humanitarian.

Adrien with the Cat is good, but he can be better. I do think he needs to learn some self control and self restraint with the power of destructive, given he can be quite reckless and emotional with it (destroying things out of anger is not great, accidentally murdering Aeon is not great, moving to kill Scarabella is not great...). I do also think the Cat is meant to be more stealthy in combat, so Adrien could work at being a better planner and sneak attacker.

Plagg ideally should've helped with Adrien's rebellion, help him gain independence, to stand his ground against his father and play by his own rules. These are what Adrien needs, and plays into his wants. He wants to be more independent, and he does need to rebel against his father and his unreasonable rules. And Adrien can be a pleaser so he does need to learn to do things his way and not just go with the flow like his father/Chloe want him to.

Only drawback is that Adrien himself is pretty selfish and entitled (especially with Ladybug), and Plagg can feed into that. Plagg is also the sort to let consequences be a teacher than actually be involved in guiding humans to grow, but Adrien isn't the sort to take up blame or faults on his part, he'd pass it onto others and deny his own faults. And it especially doesn't help having Plagg deep in Adrien's corner that he'll get upset for him, like Kuro Neko, technically he needs to get Adrien off his butt and get moving instead of getting upset at Marinette. Like, good for Adrien to have that, he needs it in his household, but this isn't what he needs either.

So for Adrien to work with Cat, ultimately, Plagg needs to adjust and step up his game. Likewise, can make use of Master Fu to stress to Adrien that he needs to adjust how he uses the Cat if nothing can be done about Plagg. Honestly, Master Fu should've been very put off and wary in Syren when he came upon Adrien threatening to quit instead of being a hero and helping those in need.

Honestly, between the two, Adrien is the dicey choice. And given that quitting as come up three times with him, and he still hasn't changed much with how he is as a hero, he probably shouldn't have been a full time hero.

[luxuriainash]

I need to know what "06 bootleg" is

Tents fingers smugly. Welcome.

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Endless Never, affectionately referred to as "06 bootleg", is a story that started as an idea of rewriting Sonic 06 as a time loop, as well as trying to make it a little more cohesive in general- filling in little holes and hammering out dents the actual narrative left that are significant enough to lessen enjoyment of it. It also has Xenoblade Chronicles and Kagerou Project stated as inspirations!

The name itself is derived from the concept of the "Endless Now", most commonly referred to as such in Xenoblade 3 though clearly based on real-world philosophy. It's a sort of nod to the idea that instead of keeping the world in a permanent state, the protagonist endlessly restarts things in attempts to create a permanent "now" they can't have; a "Never", of sorts.

Some other initial starting inspirations are gathered up in a Google Doc, most of them being others' messages and posts- from the KHUX Player being "doomed by the medium" as we know they won't survive by virtue of being a player insert, to varied shitposts about ""My friends don't care about me" < bro doesnt know he's being swayed by the darkness in an attempt to further isolate him from others and facilitate his corruption", to general scenes from other stories such as the joshneku "Are we ever gonna make it home?" scene in Dream Drop Distance and the "final episodes of an anime" vibe it gives us.

Some loose character/plot ideas exist, but it's still in a super barebones state because of the difficulties of writing time travel / time loop based narratives.

The sort of teaser blurb we have in a larger concept tracking document is below:

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Endless Never

is there any use in reaching for what will never exist?

Some sort of concept; inspired by Kagerou Project, Xenoblade Chronicles, and Sonic the Hedgehog (2006), among other things.

Time is a never-ending loop. Those we love will be lost, those we lost will be born. The world ends, and it resets. The world resets, and it ends. But what if it could exist in one solid state for the rest of eternity? What if life were a single, defined concept, something you would always know the beginning and end of?

A young man awakens to his power to change Fate, to manipulate time and space to undo things that have happened, to make things that never occurred become reality.

But what happens to the ghosts of the realities he’s destroyed…?

[a-french-coconut]

Travis Stoll (Part 13)

"We're here."

Indeed, the valley of Camp Half-Blood with Long Island Sound gleaming under the setting sun.

He checks his watch, 20:03 pm.

He's made it.

"Thanks dad, I wouldn't have done without you.", he hugs him again, relishing in the action.

Child Travis would be screaming with joy if he knew he was hugging his father.

"You're welcome son, now go save your brother. I'll meet you both tonight after your dinner."

He shuffles his hair affectionally then disappear in a flash.

Travis takes a moment to pet Peleus, the dragon purring loudly when he scratches his head.

Dinner should begin in one hour so Kayla and Austin should be at the infirmary right now.

However, when he opens the building's door, he is not met by the two children of Apollo.

"Travis !", screams Will Solace crushing him in rib-breaking embrace, "you're alive ! Thanks the gods !"

"Yeah, yeah, could you please-" he winces, "let me go ? You can hug me all you want and make Nico jealous after we save Connor."

His friend immediately sober up, going in what Travis likes to call "doctor mode".

"His state worsened, as expected, but Kayla and Austin kept him sedated so he didn't suffer much. The poison gained on his body, infecting his lungs and it's almost at his heart. He's having some serious trouble breathing, his airways are constricted but with the flower, he'll go back to normal don't worry."

"An awful lot of people are telling me not to worry today."

"Really, who ?"

"Hermes."

"Right, and Apollo teaches me how to dance Zumba in my dreams."

"Please tell me that's a lie."

"He really did tried to convince me."

"Will you dance at my birthday ?"

"I'd rather do pole dancing."

"Even better."

This result in a mean jest to the stomach, making him double over.

"Bitch, I'm injured !"

"You deserved it, but wait, Hermes talked to you ?"

"Did you go deaf William ? Where did you even go with Nico ?"

"I'll tell you later, let's first give the flower to your brother."

Will pulls the curtain, revealing his brother impossibly pale, a tube going in his nose and sweat covering his entire body.

"How are we going to give it to him ? He's not conscious."

"We'll crush it into a fine powder then I'll put in a syringe mixed with a very small dose of nectar and tada ! He lives."

"It's not gonna work."

Will's face falls, "Why not ?"

"It stayed intact after a grenade exploded, it's not a hammer that will destroy it."

"A grenade ? What the fuck did you do ? No ! Actually I don't want to know."

"You will anyways but not now. We have to find another way to get the flower into Connor's body."

"Maybe Miranda will know what to do ? She's our best chance."

When they knock at Demeter's door, a girl Travis doesn't recognise open the door.

"Hey Billie, is Miranda here ? We need her help." Will asks.

Billie nods, disappearing inside the cabin before coming back with her older sister.

"Travis ! It's been such a long time !" Miranda hugs him and whispers, "I'm so sorry about Connor, if you need anything let me know."

"Well actually, we're here for that."

"Really ?" she perks up, "how can I help you ?"

Will shows her the flower and explains her the situation.

"I have never seen a flower like this before," she marvels, "it's... so powerful. I can feel the life insider her pulsing !"

"Is there anyway you can extract that life from the plant ?" he asks, hopeful.

"Sure, I can try."

Miranda closes her eyes and in her hands, the flower start glowing, emitting a green glow so strong both Will and Travis have to advert their eyes.

When they look again, Miranda now have a small golden petal in her hands.

"There you go !" she hands them proudly the petal.

"Oh by Demeter, thank you Miranda !"

Will takes back the cure and they sprint back to the infirmary.

On his watch, the hands shows 20:30 pm.

He watches Will dissolves the petal in a vial of nectar before transferring it to a syringe.

He watches the cure enter his brother's veins and Will putting a bandage on the his arm.

"Now, we wait until it cleaned his system from all the poison."

"I'm staying here."

"I don't think so, you are clearly dehydrated, famished and lacking sleep. It will take the whole night for Connor to recover. You are coming with me to dinner and then you'll go sleep in your cabin. Understood."

"You're an insufferable bossy brat."

"Travis."

"Okay, okay, understood."

"Great, let's go then, dinner begins in ten minutes."

Will, as always, was right.

As soon as he touches his bed, Travis falls dead asleep. His siblings have pestered him all dinner and he was forced to tell his quest at campfire, Ares cabin cheering loudly at his little grenade trick while he's sure he almost send Will into cardiac arrest.

He dreams of Connor and him, the day they promised each other to visit the whole world together, to never lie to each other, to always be there.

He dreams of his eyes gleaming when he tells him about a new prank he conceived, of teasing him about falling when he saw Malcolm execute perfectly a complicated sword trick, of his laugh resonating in the chilling evening when he remembers Huguette, the goat Travis thought would be a good way to charm Katie.

He dreams of Hermes looking at them from above and he feels safe.

We're reaching the end !!!

[rubypasha1]

In honor of Mermay here are some headcannons for my other reader inserts as mermaids/sirens.

Stolen souls

A whale shark mermaid (born). A gentle giant through and through.

Left her old pod in search of a new life and wound up by a reef, becoming its guardian and caretaker.

A real softie with a green thumb. Most sirens don’t come near her for her size but she hates fight with all her soul.

Likes to help or communicate with humans every now and again.

Made friends with a fisherman a while back and helps him out if in trouble.

Doesn’t go too close to the shore but can be seen from it. But if a local celebrity.

Known for helping out any humans in distress

The most likely to get captured by humans.

A bit too trusting of humans. Knows there are some bad but she wants to have a few friends and most mers and sirens avoid her.

Did accidental knock over a boat once while trying to rub against it affectionately

Incredibly lonely

Is open to being friends with any species but a bit cautious

There’s a meme of her laying on her back on the beach with an arm over he eyes.

A spider in a graveyard

Was turned (drowned) into a siren. Was originally a hammer head shark siren however after being captured by humans and due to experimentation became a mic with a jellyfish.

Tail has a layer of tentacle-like dark red and yellow things surrounding it and making up hair. A kind of ‘cap’ which is usually the ‘head’ of the jellyfish sits on her head. It is actually another organism but an extension of herself. Kind of a symbiotic relationship. Lions mane jellyfish, very dangerous sting.

Is known to sirens, mers and land dwellers alike as a hero. (Except for a particular news station)

Rescues swimmers daily, helps marine life to escape being captured by land dwellers or killed for the black market, often saving mermaids from unwanted attention from sirens and a lot more.

Has a small pod famous for helping people out

Has to be careful with stings, the scientists already messed up her genes a bit but the lip dish stings are very dangerous. She could control the dosage leading it to be a paralyzing venom but it seemed to have different properties than a normal jellyfish.

Scientist try and study her through underwater drones. Doesn’t mind too much as long as they don’t touch her or harm anything.

Some of her pod mates do mind though

Has drowned a person once. Never bought anyone back as a siren.

On decent terms with land dwellers but has a reputation of following fishing boats and making sure they didn’t do anything too drastic

Has sunk several boats

Guilty pleasure of exploring shipwrecks and collecting whatever she finds interesting

Set the sails

A common stingray siren

Lives in a large pod living around an island with a history of land dwellers attacking. Fighting over resources

Knows plant life in the area better than any textbook

Often found helping sea life of all kinds out when available.

Not too friendly with land dwellers but not unreasonable

Hates any kind of drone or machine that’s sent to scout areas. Destroys it as soon as possible

Extremely experienced fighter. Doesn’t fight often but when she does she’s often the victor.

Doesn’t kill other sirens, mers or and dwellers

A bit of a fable among sailors. They say if you see a sting ray with a bloody rust-like complexion that the ship was damned by the sea or someone on board was near death. If it’s the latter, pay the price and that person could be saved. The former? Pray.

Hates fishing boats and marines

Has an addiction to a specific kind of seaweed

Was alive when pirates were around. A kid but still there. Siren by birth.

Found a pirate washed up ashore and helped him, a bear monster. In return he had to teach her how to heal.

She learnt everything and more from him

He lived in the island until killed by some humans. Right after she was captured and sent to a reasurch facility with a few other pod members.

Terrible place

Released back into the wild after criticism from citizens and wild life conservation groups

Wears a red bandana given by her mentor

Touch it or the books she hides on land and death will be a mercy

Doesn’t have sharp teeth but will bite. Especially if you’re a patient being difficult.

Has it killed anyone

The rusty blood colour of her body is caused by the exsessive consumption of the seaweed.

Has this one reasurcher that’s completely obsessed with finding out anything and everything there is about her.

Least likely to ever be captured again

Has turned someone into a siren (got permission)

her sting is completely missing (lost in an accident) and with her one side having a cut that makes swimming a little harder.

Her claws became very hard due to labor and she sharpens them regularly. They’re as sharp if not sharper than any medical tool

Collects drift wood and likes to carve it with her claws

[blep-23]

Lmao here, the chapter has been posted:

Quakens. I’ve never met a Quaken dragon before, not until a few weeks ago, when we came across them on an island. We were supposed to be on a rescue mission for dragons on ships, it did end up being a rescue mission, but instead it was also a recon and rescue mission. We had split up before this, Snotlout, Rhea, Heather and Astrid went to follow the ship to where it was going. Hiccup, Fishlegs, the twins, Torsten and I stayed on the island.

The Quakens were being used as destructive tools, as if they were nothing but their own personal tools. It was like the Quakens didn’t think they were anything but that as well… It breaks my heart to see such beautiful creatures in chains, convinced their only use is to follow orders… nothing and no one deserves that kind of treatment.

I almost killed the Dragon Hunters on that island if Fishlegs had held me back, my mask on and watching them shake in terror as they stared at me… good, it is what they deserve for such a treatment to beautiful creatures.

The island was unstable due to the marble mine and the slams from the Quakens. The shaking we were experiencing was from the island mostly, it was all the Dragon Hunters’ fault. We had tried to convince the Dragon Hunters to leave willingly but they sent the Quakens at us, with a single attack they took down a lot, debris from the mine falling down and making some of the landing unstable.

Fishlegs had figured out a way to get the Quakens to listen. It was all in the giant hammer, the Quakens seemed to follow commands when the hammer was used. Unfortunately the island was too unstable to stay on, with the Quakens following us and the island erupting behind us as we flew away, we met up for the others.

A stronghold… Viggo was building a stronghold to withstand dragons… or contain them. So we flew to the island and Fishlegs commanded the Quakens to destroy the mostly built stronghold. It brings me great pleasure to see it be destroyed, reduced to nothing but rubble and debris.

Fishlegs had set the Quakens free, I did end up petting one, caressing the scales of the dragon as they purred happily at the affection. We flew them to Dark Deep. I showed more of my affection to the dragons before we them there in their retirement. I could understand why Fishlegs was so affectionate to Meatlug before this, but I understand it even more now.

I do, kinda?, have my own Gronckle, but I wouldn't say he’s mine solely because of the fact that I don't ride him. I’ve grown used to playing with that Gronckle, from what I can tell, he has a weird playing style, often stealing my shirt and enjoying a good game of cat and mouse between us. Meatlug doesn’t steal shirts but she steals smaller items, very obviously she gives them back after the game is over but Fishlegs mentioned it was just a friendly dragon thing some of the more friendlier dragons do to bond.

I still don’t have a letter for Dagur, all the words I write just… they don’t turn out right, they don’t sound like how I want them to sound. I… I don't like showing others how vulnerable I can be and talking, or well… writing to Dagur seems to make me feel that way. I feel safe writing to him, but… imagining him reading my letter to him… it feels… weird… like, a burning and wriggling sensation in my stomach, my heart pounding hard in my chest, my face burning and my palms sweaty with nerves.

Bon the Ruthless doesn’t get nervous, The Bear doesn’t feel that either. I’m just overthinking it at this point. I should just write out a letter, it doesn't matter if it isn’t perfect, and send it to him… but what do I write? What should I tell him? Does… Would he even care? Dagur makes me nervous. I want the letter to be perfect, for if it isn’t perfect then it isn’t worthy of his time to read. He didn’t ask any questions, where do I begin with my letter?