#1920 scar fits so well

[drgairyuki]

KNY Dorohedoro AU: WILDSIDE concept

Got this idea stuck in my head while I was doing some fast binge reading KNY fics -*in a whispered tone* mainly the ones with Demon Tanjiro- and doing other things that may or may not be related to KNY recently before when this AU just pop into my mind out of no where and I don't remember how it came to be so IDK, probably around while I was watching this video, but i'm pretty sure it was before that... maybe it was from thinking of other potential KNY au ideas rolling around in my skull while binge internet reading. And just this video lead me to give me just a enough motivation for me to post this Fusion Fic AU prompt here... amongst the pile of other Au ideas laying around in my files that will probably never see the light of day.

So the Dorohedoro-inspired idea & basic plot of this AU and prompt behind it is that it's kinda basically loosely Dorohedoro (as in the broadest of senses) but with KNY characters and probably some OCs that are thrown in too along with some other shits & stuff (there's a reason why it is called a Fusion Fic in TV Tropes terms): So one of our two or maybe more main characters is a scary-looking due to resembling like an actual Oni but actually is really nice if you know him amnesic demon/oni named/called Taiyouoni [太陽{たいよう}鬼{おに}] (who is technically an amnesic Tanjiro... yet he is not at the same time... It'sComplicatedIfYouHaven'tReadDorohedoroYet) -along with other potential names that I've thought up for him maybe like; Tanoni [炭{たん}鬼{おに}], Giki [曦{ギ}鬼{キ}], and/or Tanjioni [炭{たん}治{じ}鬼{おに}], among a few I could find and/or think up on, depending on which one you liked- who, alongside his pal and partner-in-crime-on-the-job accompanying him, Inosuke Hashibira (they would have a similar platonic relationship to Sam and Max. Also, I choose him bc he's my most favorite character in the series and was the one who introduced me to the series), are freelance Demon Slayers/Oni Slayers (since in the original japanese manga, the demons were called oni for a reason) together and is trying to search & find the demon/oni -or at least the culprit- who was responsible of transforming him into a demon/oni with a bunch of strange abilities that make him weird even by demon/oni standards like having the immunity of/being immune to the sun that made him the prime target for other demons/onis for instance -amongst the plethora of his other harmless-for-roughly-around-half-of-them but roughly-as-strange abilities- and leaving him unable to remember who he was before he was transformed into what he is now in the first place (hint: While he does exist in this AU, Muzan didn't transformed him despite him being the obvious culprit. As I said, it's complicated if you haven't read Dorohedoro yet), with the setting being something like a combination of 1920s Japan & America -including the elements of the time period like 1920s cities especially the American-influenced ones and gangsters/mafia- with a pitch & dash of both late 1910s & early 1930s and dieselpunk combined with elements of steampunk thrown in together along with some elements of other fantasy & scifi tropes too being mixed in as well. And probably other neat ideas from KNY fandom maybe being thrown in too.

For the mental imagine of Taiyouoni's character design with what he would looks like, I based his design & appearance on Goshinki from Inuyasha:

But probably with extra details, like- IDK... his body being absolutely covered in keloid scars from top to toe, kinda like ShinGoji's keloid scar-like red scales from Shin Godzilla.

So... yeah. Face of a thug is definitely at play here.

He would probably be also wearing a set of all-covering clothing over his body, including a gas mask -perhaps one with a long muzzle in order to fit his snout- for his face if he's outside, especially in a town &/or a city and during the daytime, with these random pics that I took from google imagines and probably other sites that I will might list here for references.

And he would probably later wear one of Sakonji's fox masks if he ever gets the chance to meet him in person properly, probably after clearing up the confusion from the Demon Slaying Corp toward him & his "unique" nature and managing to convince them & get through some of their thicker heads that no he's not dangerous nor would eat humans and yes he's genuinely harmless.

Not to hide he need to hide from the sun mind you since he's already immune to it, but for practical and pragmatic reasonings because.... a big purple scar-covered demon/oni would definitely be an eyesore to see.

Admittingly, the ideas including especially the design & appearance behind Taiyouoni influence this AU prompt. But you do got to admit, it's a cool concept to think and drawl on about.

[teecupangel]

Sorry for another ask but my brain came up with a good question. What if Desmond ended up in the Lackadaisy world? (1920s anthro, bootlegging cats). It would be a perfect fit for him. He could run a speakeasy and he’d be adorable as a cat. Not sure what kind though.

Nah, it’s good. As long as you guys are okay with the fact that I am… uuhhh… 2ish months late with the replies hahahaha

My first idea is to make Desmond a mix breed with unknown 'lineage' as a way to call on his colorful ‘genetic makeup’. He’d also be primarily white with different colors (black, gray, brown, orange) mixed in. His right front paw would be completely black though and he would still have a scar on his lips that makes his left whiskers shorter than the right.

I’m also kinda imagining that he’s not part of Lackadaisy or any of the gangs. He woke up in this world and believes that it’s like… his old world but with anthropomorphic cats. The whole Prohibition thing sucks like hell and he knows he can get rich if he makes a speakeasy…

That wasn’t his original plan though. He was just checking out the place and it turns out… well… there was an empty ‘bar’ that just fell on his lap.

To be more exact, this was apparently owned his late grandma “Minerva” and he had inherited it. The establishment itself was a small grocery store with a fake bottom by the cashier where the speakeasy was.

And…

Old grandma Minerva’s room full of bottles of imported alcohol. Enough alcohol for every person in New York to have alcoholic poisoning.

(Okay, I’m setting this in New York because Desmond would find it ironic that his speakeasy is in the same location as Bad Weather but, if we’re sticking with the webtoon’s setting of St Louis, Missouri, we can set it like a couple of blocks away from Little Daisy Cafe.)

And old grandma Minerva has employees who need the salary to live so…

Desmond is cleaning up Minerva’s messes… again.

.

Minerva, the anthro cat, is a pure white cat breed of some kind. Desmond technically took over the identity of a real anthro cat by the name of Desmond Miles. All he knows about this Desmond Miles is that he’s from the country who came to the ‘big city’ to take care of grandma Minerva’s affairs after her death and receive his inheritance.

Desmond will absolutely make use of his bartending skills and make his speakeasy famous (unfortunate for Lackadaisy though)

Rocky flirts him with (and lot of ‘customers’ flirt with him to be fair) but Desmond knows he isn’t serious so he just flirts back. He doesn’t take any offers though because he’s still trying to get used to being an anthro cat and what it all ‘entails’.

The speakeasy is named Bad Weather, of course.

Desmond gets a singer for the speakeasy because he thinks that should always be in a ‘bar’.

Desmond may or may not be trying to create a Brotherhood of his own. He is absolutely creating an information network, of course. Many of which are stray kittens he had taken in with their own rooms on the second floor of grocery. They also help with the grocery store and the older ones are usually the cashiers.

[candycandy00]

The Dark Carnival - Shigaraki x Reader

AU fic about the League of Villains as members of a 1920’s traveling circus/carnival, and everywhere they go, people tend to disappear. Each chapter will feature a new Reader getting mixed up with one of the members. This is a dark fanfic so please don’t expect happy endings!

Smut. 18+. Violence. Death. Blood. Whips. Oral sex. Creampie. Rough sex (the sex is consensual though).

It was your sister who convinced you to go to the traveling carnival that had just arrived in town. She’d been watching the progress of the huge colorful tents being erected in the empty field behind the school, and she’d come home to tell you of the exotic animals she’d seen being led from enormous carts to steel cages. To make her happy, you agreed to go with her on the first night it was open. 

You noticed him right away. How could you not? He was the ring master, as well as the lion tamer. He was dressed in a blood red jacket, a black and red vest underneath, with white pants and black shiny boots. A black hat sat atop a mess of white hair that spilled to his shoulders and framed a surprisingly young and pretty face. A few faint scars marred his visage, but to you they only added to his mysterious charm. 

But his eyes entranced you most of all. They were the color of his jacket, the color of blood. So unusual, but so incredibly beautiful. You were mesmerized by him, by the way he moved across the sandy floor of the tent, the way he cracked his whip to get the lions to do his bidding, the way the rest of the performers seemed to move around him as if he were the true star of the circus. 

The other performers were alluring in their own right. A white haired fire dancer covered in burn scars, nude to his waist, piercings on his lips and nipples connected by thin dangling chains. A sharply dressed magician who wore a glittering mask over his eyes and charmed every young lady lucky enough to be selected as his volunteer assistant for the evening, his hands sliding over their bodies as he helped them in and out of various contraptions. A lovely young knife thrower in a striped corset and fishnet stockings, laughing gleefully as she outlined the bodies of her adoring fans in knives. A ruggedly handsome ventriloquist who wore a bow tie and suspenders over his tightly fitting shirt and chain smoked as he made his puppet say outrageous things. And finally, the Lizard Man who was dragged out covered in chains, even his mouth bound shut, as if he were a danger to everyone there, but with long shaggy pink hair and shockingly kind eyes that made everyone in the audience want to free him. 

Even when the others were performing amazing feats, your eyes sought him out. When not in the middle of the biggest ring, he usually stood leaning against the lion cage, arms crossed, watching his fellow performers. At the end of the show, he stood near the tent’s exit, periodically bowing to patrons as they left. As you walked by him, your heart raced. Your eyes met his, and the intensity of his stare made heat rush to your face. 

The second night, your sister didn’t have to convince you at all. You were eager to get to the big tent and take your seat, a bit closer to the ring this time. As the handsome ring master moved around, cracking his whip at the lions, his eyes drifted over the crowd. Was it your imagination, or did they seem to linger on you? 

You shifted in your seat, feeling nervous and excited. You watched his performance with rapt attention, barely even hearing your sister when she asked if you wanted some cotton candy. The only treat you wanted was standing in the middle of the ring, holding the whip taut between his hands as he suddenly ran his tongue along the length of it. Several ladies in the audience gasped, but you could tell from the looks on their faces that they’d enjoyed the spectacle. 

The third night was the last performance, and you sat in the front row, face flushed, eyes shining as you committed his every move to your memory. You didn’t want this to end. The thought of going back to your drab, boring life while the ring master rode out of town made you feel a deep sadness you couldn’t explain. 

So after the last performance was done and everyone had gone home, you decided to sneak back into the carnival to get one last look at the man who had captivated you so strongly. Perhaps, you thought, you could even speak to him or get his autograph. 

It was a crazy impulse, and you’d never been the type to follow such whims, but once the idea was in your head, you couldn’t resist. 

It was pitch dark when you snuck back into the carnival grounds. All the bright swirling lights were turned off, all the rides gone still. As you crept along, you wondered which tent belonged to the ring master. You didn’t have to wonder long. 

He stepped out of a small tent among a row of similar tents, lighting a cigarette then crossing his arms, tilting his head to look up at the cloudless sky. He was so beautiful in the starlight that your breath caught in your throat. You stood there for a moment in the darkness, peeking out from behind a nearby crate, just enjoying the sight of him, thrilled by the thought that you were seeing him in a private moment that the other women in the audience would never get to see. 

Someone in the distance called out a name that sounded foreign to you, and the ring master walked toward the voice, leaving the immediate area of his tent. Had that been his name? You’d never heard one like “Tomura” before. 

Regardless, his tent was now unguarded, just sitting there empty, ripe to be looked through. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should really go through with this. You wanted so badly to get a glimpse of his personal space, to perhaps get even a tiny inkling as to who he really was. But what if he came back and caught you? You could just say you were lost, right? 

You crept over to his tent and carefully pulled the fabric of the opening back, glancing inside. It was lit by a few small lamps with clear glass globes, so you stepped on in. 

The space was nothing shocking. There was a bed, a dresser with a large mirror, a huge wooden trunk, and a wrack of colorful clothes that all looked similar to the outfits he’d been wearing during the shows. Still, you felt amazing just being in there. You ran one hand along the dresser, then went over to the clothes and smelled of them. To your surprise, they didn’t smell like animals or any typical circus odors. They smelled fairly fresh. 

Suddenly you heard footsteps outside the tent. He was back! In a panic, you completely forgot the plan to say you were lost and instead dove behind the clothes, easily slipping out of view. 

You heard the flap of the tent’s entrance open and then heavy footsteps walking through the tent. You carefully parted the clothes a tiny bit and peered out. You found the ring master standing in front of his dresser, looking at himself in the mirror. As you watched, he began removing his clothing, piece by piece. You heart rate sped up as more and more of his toned body became visible. Without realizing it, you’d started breathing heavily. 

Suddenly he turned his head toward the clothes and said, “Who’s there?”

You froze, an instinctive fear overtaking all your thoughts. Why were you so frightened? The worst that could happen was that he’d be angry and you’d be embarrassed. But something deep within you told you to flee. You ignored it. 

The ring master grabbed his whip from the dresser and cracked it toward the the clothes you were hiding behind, causing them to slide to the left and reveal you standing there in your pink floral sundress. 

He regarded you with a cold, penetrating stare and asked, “What are you doing in my tent?”

Even half dressed, he was imposing. 

“I’m sorry, I got lost,” you managed to squeak out. 

He stared at you with those red eyes, as if he could see right through you. 

You decided to fess up. “No, that’s a lie,” you admitted. “The truth is… I’ve been so drawn to you. I’ve come to every performance, and I find myself enamored. I just wanted to see you one more time before you leave town. I thought maybe… you could give me your autograph.”

His face broke into a somewhat eerie smile. “If that’s true, I can give you something much better than an autograph.”

Right there in the tent, just a few feet away from you, he pulled his cock out. You gasped and looked away, unable to believe he would do something so brazen. Then you remembered that you’d been hiding in his tent, watching him undress. To him, you were probably the brazen one. You looked back at him, at the long, pale shaft in his hand, growing larger and firmer before your eyes. 

“Come here,” he said, and your body seemed to move on its own. You stepped over to him, your heart hammering in your chest, and he put one hand on your shoulder, gently but firmly pushing you down to a kneeling position before him. You found yourself at mouth level with his now fully erect cock. 

You looked up at at him, uncertain, but he put his hand on the back of your head, threading his thin fingers through your hair, and pulled you closer. By reflex you opened your mouth, and his cock slid inside. You closed your lips around it, licked at it with your tongue, savoring the taste of him. He watched you, his expression unchanged as you pulled back and ran your tongue along the length, wanting to give him pleasure more than anything else in the world.

Finally, your licking and sucking seemed to have an effect, as his grip on your hair tightened. He pulled out of your mouth and said, “Hold out your tongue.”

You obeyed immediately. He grasped the tip of your tongue with his thumb and one finger, pulling it a little further out, then shot his cum directly onto it. The warm sticky fluid drizzled down your bottom lip and chin, but you managed to bring most of it into your mouth, where you swallowed it. 

He grinned down at you. “Good girl.”

You stood up slowly, not wanting to do anything that would displease him. It was as if your whole body existed just for him. You’d never been so entranced by anyone before. 

He reached forward and undid the buttons on the front of your dress, then pulled it down to pool around your feet, leaving you only in bra, panties, garter belt, and sheer stockings. You blushed, lowering your eyes, but he took hold of your hand and pulled you over to the bed. 

After pushing you onto your back, you watched in confusion as he unspooled the whip and held it up. “Put your hands above your head,” he commanded, and you did. 

The next moment, he swung the whip, and it coiled tightly around both your wrists, holding them together. You cried out in pain as the whip stung your flesh, and you noticed that it was covered in tiny sharp briars that pricked your skin and caused little drops of blood to trickle down your arms. 

He stood over you, watching your face, as if waiting to see if you would beg him to release you. But you didn’t. You would let this man do whatever he wanted with you, if it meant getting to spend even one more moment in his presence. 

After a few moments, he climbed onto the bed, and pulled a small knife from his boot. You drew in a sharp breath, wondering what he was going to do with it, but he simply used it to cut off your bra and panties, leaving the garter belt and stockings. 

He moved down and pushed your knees apart, then used two fingers to spread you open. You gasped as he leaned forward and ran his tongue along the inside of your folds, prodding at your clit with the tip. You arched your back and moaned. He alternated using his tongue and his fingers to pleasure you, making obscene sounds with the wet arousal dripping out of you, bringing you to climax faster than you ever thought possible. 

As you shuddered through your orgasm, he got to his knees between your thighs and positioned himself at your entrance. You barely had time to register what he was doing when he thrust inside you. You bucked against the whip restraining you, your whole body lifting off the bed, the briars biting into your wrists. It hurt. All of it did. But he was so beautiful, you would have let him whip you as if you were a misbehaving lion. 

He pulled back and looked down at where your bodies were connected, his expression vaguely displaying surprise. You assumed he saw blood and realized you were a virgin. He grinned at you again and thrust back in, burying himself in you. 

You whimpered but you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into you. All those other women and girls in the audience were so obviously smitten with him, and he may have bowed to them as they left or graced them with a smile, but you were the one he was fucking. You were special. 

He reached one hand up to stroke your hair as he continued thrusting in and out. “For a virgin, you can take it deep,” he said, clearly meaning it as a compliment. 

You clenched around him, the praise causing your arousal to spike. You looked up at him with teary, lust-filled eyes. “P-please… wherever you’re going… take me with you!”

He looked you in the eyes, but said nothing, so you went on. 

“I’ll do anything you want! I don’t think I can live without you!”

His eyes shifted away from your face as he muttered, “You won’t have to worry about that.”

“What?”

He suddenly kissed you on the lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth, making you forget what he’d just said as one of his hands groped your breast. The sudden actions, coupled with the sensation of his cock repeatedly hitting a very sensitive spot inside you, brought you over the edge again, leaving you whimpering against his mouth. 

Moments later, he shot his seed inside you, so much that you felt like it would leak out around his cock. 

He pulled out and stood up, then walked over to retrieve his pants from the floor, leaving you shuddering on the bed, the whip still digging into your skin. 

When he stepped back over to you, he pulled the whip free. It hurt, possibly more than when he originally hit you with it, and blood kept sliding  down your shaking arms. He coiled the whip back up and leaned over you, rubbing the whip against your breast, the briars scratching over the nipple. You hissed and tossed your head back, enjoying the pain. 

He watched you with something like amusement, smiling down at you as he dragged the whip down, then rubbed it against the tender flesh between your legs. It wasn’t hard enough to draw blood, but your body was already so sensitive that the sensations felt much sharper than they were. You moaned and reached for him, wanting to pull him closer, wanting him to kiss you again. But he abruptly stopped and stood back up, looking toward the entrance to his tent. 

You followed his gaze and saw several figures walking into the tent. It was the other performers, all five of them, dressed in casual clothing as they crowded in and stood around, none of them seeming the least bit surprised to find a naked young woman in the ring master’s bed. 

“Oh, you’re not finished yet?” one of them asked. You were too confused to notice which one. You tried to cover your nudity with your arms as you scooted to the back of the bed. 

“I was just about to,” the ring leader said, uncoiling the whip and stretching it tight between his hands. 

“What’s going on?!” you cry, feeling completely exposed and vulnerable. 

The fire dancer laughed. “The boss is about to finish you up. At least he showed you a good time first, from the looks of it.” His eyes very pointedly moved to the wet sticky spot on the sheets. 

You couldn’t take this any more. Things were getting crazy, fast. You jumped off the bed and ran toward the tent’s entrance, but you only got a few feet before you heard a familiar sound, the whip slicing through the air. A split second later, you felt the spike-covered whip wrap around your neck, cutting into the delicate skin of your throat, causing blood to trickle down to your chest as you struggled to get your fingers under the whip. 

You were jerked backwards, toward the end of the bed, and you watched in horror as the ring master slung his end of the whip over a metal hook hanging from the tent’s ceiling and pulled, causing you to be lifted off your feet, hanging you. 

You struggled wildly, kicking and jerking as your oxygen ran out. Just before you were about to black out, you were able to extend one foot to touch the end of the bed, giving yourself a tiny bit of leeway to suck in some air, your fingers clawing at the whip. The motion forced you to spread your legs apart, and you felt the ring master’s cum, tinted red by your blood, pour out of you. 

You heard some of the other performers laugh, and one of them said, “Fuck, you really filled her up, boss!”

You looked down at the ring master, who was holding the end of the whip firmly, using it to squeeze the life out of you. You couldn’t understand why he was doing this. When he finally met your eyes, he looked… regretful? “Sorry,” he said in a quiet voice, “I can’t keep a pet. I always end up killing them. Best to do it now before I get attached.”

Your eyes widened as he suddenly jerked on the whip, pulling you further into the air and out of reach of the bed. You jerked and kicked, desperate to find some footing, desperate for mercy, but none came. You got one last look at those beautiful red eyes as you lost consciousness, and died. 

The next morning, the dark carnival loaded up and headed for the next town, leaving your body in a shallow grave. 

[lmelodie]

The return of doodle dumps!! We got a RANGE of goodies here but kinda divided between The Killian page and The Lucy page (my two FAVORITE REDHEADS!)

I havent been able to finish a lot of stuff/concepts and render out sketches lately but this should be good enough for now!

LADY KILLS MY BELOVED AHHHH!!! God I love this woman, she is everything to me.

There is a concept floating around about Chimera and Lucy dragging him around with them in this form for ✨Ladies Night✨. My gut says that he's stuck like that temporarily and I don't know if they caused it JUST for this one girl's night but they're taking advantage you best BELEIVE

Killian has been the blorbo in the golden frame above my fireplace recently lol. He is squirreled away in my heart and in my soul.

Now he doesn't actually NEED an accursed blade because he hardly fights with generic weapons as it is (just fisticuffs, magic and broken bottles baby), but I found a cool piece of armor for him, so it seemed fitting.

AND LUCYYYY!!! She is right next to kills in her own frame above the hearth, I adore this girl, hope nothing bad happens to her 🙃

Cowboy Lucy is actually from a little mini story I'm brainstorming as a piece for a little mini-series that I'm calling: "Jack and Lucy's Big 'ol Time Adventure Mindfuck"

(No, I have Not settled on a shorter name, and I am terrified that the longest possible option is sticking)

It's a classic time adventure where they're just getting chucked around different timelines and universes LIKE:

Cowboy times! The Return of the Scourge!

1920's jazz club murder mystery

The timeline where Jack never existed!

Possibly the one where the Man in the Moon WINS! Final Boss pt.2!

And including the visit to The Bad Ending Universe, that'll be in there too. Ya know, whenever I WRITE ANY OF THOSE

Yall get a small Blinter as a treat too

And tired ass totally-done-with-your-shit college student Lucy is a whole MOOD. She took a gap year after high school and then went for her bachelors or master's in psychology.

But what she DOESNT have the time nor energy for is her most annoying friend calling her up for the most PETTY shit DURRING FINALS WEEK! Its only during finals crunch time that she really flips a switch and starts getting spicy with people, any other time in the school year she's peaches and keen.

And Chimera, poor little meow meow. Young Chimera, probably maybe a year or two old here? So young, already been through SO much shit (also need to get my ass in gear about writing THAT one. She gets to stick it to her fucking abuser and it RULES)

And I think that scar around her neck is staying! Well see as time passes but I like the story it has. Maybe she covers it up with makeup or a glamor or soemthing idk.

[stars-n-zeds]

Hiii I really enjoy your tugs ocs, and I was wondering if you had any other fun facts or doodles of them.

@6lovelytenders (because the fact you can't send asks from a sideblog infuriates me)

aahhh thank you sm for liking them!! they’re very much my beloveds [also yes it is very aggravating you can’t send asks from sideblogs but that’s another time]

this is my actually decent first attempt at a half-body design for mockingbird! and if you're wondering yes that is boo perched on her

Mockingbird is GREAT at mimicking bird calls [obviously like her namesake] and it’s a little quirk she picked up from living upriver since there were so many more birds at her old port.

She also has very extensive albeit pretty useless knowledge about all sorts of animals, whether they be land, air, or water.

Mockingbird is biromantic! She likes guys and gals.

She’s taught Boo a few basic words like hello, friend, bye, and trouble. He’s been trained to come back repeating “Trouble, trouble!” whenever he spots something wrong, like a ship needing help and similar situations.

She's VERY quick to defend Sea Rogue whenever anyone tries to bring up the pirate situation upriver since word of it got there. Hell no is anyone gonna try to accuse her older brother of being an actual damn pirate. [i do want to do a post ab this in the future hehe]

Boo is also very fond of bringing Mockingbird trinkets, making a neat little pile at the top of her dock that is specifically off limits for workers who clean her off every now and then.

Contrary to popular belief, Boo doesn't only hang out with Mockingbird [even though he does a majority of the time] and actually will hang out with Zebedee too, as he's the only one of the Z-Stacks that doesn't flip out when he lands on them [besides zos of course, she doesn't really care].

Boo also has a weird feud with Top Hat since the railway tug really doesn't like birds, but he knows better than to make a snide remark about the crow whenever Mockingbird's around otherwise he'll definitely get an earful. [or whatever the tug equivalent of ears are]

In more general headcanons, here's what I imagine both Mockingbird and Zosteria's voices to sound like!

Mockingbird-

Zosteria -

[very VERY different from each other but they fit both characters pretty well]

While Zosteria does look pretty intimidating and it can be a little difficult getting close to her since she's so tough-shelled, once she lets her walls down a bit she's a great listener and gives pretty good advice.

She definitely has a soft spot for younger tugs and tries to look out for their well-being, even from afar.

One rule of thumb that you should always remember when you're around Zos is to never try to wake her up after a long day unless it's absolutely necessary. Because you'll have a considerately grouchier and angrier Zosteria on your hands, which is is not a very fun time.

Although she'll never admit it aloud, Zosteria has a big soft spot for dogs. She's the one that pushed [well, more so forced] Captain Zero into giving food scraps to the small packs of stray dogs that live around and in Bigg City Port, and she secretly hopes one of them will imprint on her hard-shelled captain one day. One day!

She has a very sarcastic and dry sense of humor which is very true to the current situation of the 1920s/1930s.

Zos doesn't really tell the story of her scar that often because it's source is actually pretty stupid, and she finds it funny listening to boats come up with some WILD ways she got it.

Zosteria is very AroAce. No romantic or sexual relationships for her, the only ones important to her are platonic ones.

Though it might not seem like it from first glance, Zosteria has many, many stories she's willing to tell to those who want to listen.

I didn't mention this on Zos's main bio but she also considers Lillie as a decently close friend. Zosteria and Hercules are the main ships Lillie sees from her point at Dem Der Rocks, and it's always nice to just meet up there and talk whenever they want a little bit more time away from their fleets. [although Zosteria is always quick to skedaddle whenever Lillie and Hercules want to be alone with each other]

Something else I also forgot to mention is that Zosteria and Zip are supposed to be a reflection of Hercules and Ten Cents, mostly because I love the younger switcher sibling looking up to their older ocean tug sibling VERY much.

i'll probably make more as i develop them [and hopefully others!] more, but that's all i got for now :)

[chevvy-yates]

Gush about your OC

Rules: — Post 5 Facts about your OC. — Open the latest section of #cyberpunk 2077 tag and reblog 5 posts of people you don’t follow, giving them nice tags. — Tag 5 People to spread the game.

got tagged by: @wraithsoutlaws, @imaginarycyberpunk2023 and @morganlefaye79. Thank you so much! <3

Guess I can do all my three oc's now thanks to you, ha! Too lazy to make three seperate posts so this is going to be an all-in-one long post with no cut:

Vijay is not a friend of going into a gym to stay healthy. But you can find him swimming laps in a public swimming pool. He works out at least 3x a week and does usual exercises at home to stay fit. He also showers every day, otherwise he won’t feel awake neither ready for the day/night.

His main car is a Mizutani Shion MZ2, he got through Regina Jones, so it’s the vanilla car and rides like a pure dream. He doesn’t care if it's a Tyger‘s favorite. His second car is a 1980s treasure: a DMC DeLorean. Since he was a child he dreamed of owning this car one day — now that he’s got the money after years of saving, he was able to fulfill that dream. He also still has his racing car toy version of it (alongside with another one: Trans Am K.I.T.T from Knight Rider) he got when he was 5 years old.

Vijay is of Austrian origin but can't speak any German/Austrian. His kin traveled from Europe to the US during the 1920s and his family history got pretty much forgotten since he never got told anything about it. Ryder casually mentioned that V pronounces his last name constantly wrong (because he knows it better as a German :P) and told V that 'Steyr' is actually a City in Austria (Ryder's family used to go on vacation when he was a young boy).

Vijay does only use cyberware that is totally necessary for him aas a netrunner so it its mostly addons and mods for his Cyberdeck and the power weapons he uses together with the balistic coprocessor. This means he's refraining to use cyberware for: arms, legs, his skeleton and also integumentary, nervous and immune systems. No fashionable stuff either (the one on his throat is there because of an accident in his past).

Vijay can feel like a great friend on your side – until you consider how much you actually know about him. He’s cagey and never about to fully reveal himself until he fully trusts someone. Not even close friends get to know his true self. Almost no one will ever get a chance to even try to get through and make him talk about his scars from the past.

Wanna know more about my ginger boy? try these tags:

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Ryder was a very fidgety child and somehow this stayed with him. He's got a better control of it now, but he just can't sit still for too long. He also has a habit to align objects neatly side by side, he doesn't like chaos on a table.

He can fly a plane — means any real plane but also any shorter flying vehicle as well. He also knows where their weak spots sit and he can override autopilot systems.

He collects gemstones such as amethysts, onyx and quartz. He believes in their ability to clear negative energies from his aura, so they help him to absorb his constant anger a little. Once he thinks the negative energy gets stronger again, he cleanses the gems and loads them up again in the sun. So if you stop by his apartment you'll find them placed everywhere.

Ryder loves to go shopping. Mostly together with Vijay because he always needs someone to approve the stuff he picks looks cool on him. Sometimes the two make a challenge out of it, which means that Ryder looks after clothes for Vijay to wear and vice versa. At times this ended up in funny combinations. And with Arki he's got a true fashionista on his side as well for sure. :)

Ryder's got a mod installed that allows only Vijay to reset his system if he falls into berserk mode unable to get out of it (people might think he'd turn cyberpsycho, but it's just the killing spree he is likely to fall in and can't stop). It doesn't harm him, but he needs a few minutes to get back to his consciousness and mostly feels like some sort of paralyzes.

Wanna know more about my German dude? Try these tags:

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Hizumi's mask is a keepsake from their little brother who's been too dumb (sadly) by joining the Tyger Claws and got murdered when he decided it was wrong and wanted to leave.

They have trained with a sword ever since Hizumi was 4 years old because their father used to be a skilled sword master and smith. Hizumi comes from a historic city named Kamakura — a city that used to be the de facto capital of Japan from 1185 to 1333 and the seat of the Kamakura shogunate. Many warriors found their rest in and around Kamakura.

Hizumi likes to roam the realm of the supernatural and believes the spirits are talking to them. Chigasaki got interested in it very early when they were diving into the world of Japanese folklore full of gods and creatures such as oni and yokai. They believe to have had an encounter with the Kami Inari at their home shrine in Kamakura that lies deep in the woods behind the hidden village.

Hizumi is a lazy bitch. Only talks when necessary or needed, doesn't interfere much either. It's likely that Vijay or Ryder have to give them an exact order to do something — it's like when you enter a taxi in Tokyo and can't tell the driver the exact location, he won't start driving. You'll spot Hizumi mostly sitting or lying around being lazy but still observing.

They also like to be up on high buildings. It's where they feel safest and inapproachable in the city. Down in the streets there is only danger around you all the time called daily life. Up high on a skyscraper, they've got peace. So, Hizumi likes to travel mostly over rooftops and is a huge fan of chilling on fire escape stairs, likely to observe enemies from above and also enter jobs this way if it's not in open space.

Wanna know more about my samurai kitsune? Try these tags:

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Tagging (dunno if you already got tagged bc I'm always so late to the game): @nervouswizardcycle, @jessxmetal, @genocidalfetus, @f001onthehill and @gloryride (no pressure tho and even if you've done this already maybe there might be another character waiting to be told more about? :))

[gfitzwillsebastianz3rd]

This is my OC Ash Lee Davenport back for Bloodbound Book 2, made with assets from Sims 4 Custom Content creator @mnvlz, as I used their Top surgery scars.

Since there's another six months between the first book at the second, I think Ash would have relented and allowed Adrian to help him afford Double incision top surgery.

Then this three-piece suit from America's Most Eligible matches close enough to the blue suit that the female MC wears in the boardroom, though there are no pink accents. I was going to colour-match the handkerchief to pink, but the smaller an item is, the harder it is to recolour and edit in Photoshop.

The kidnapping scene in book two is more straightforward to colour a suit for, as MC just wears a red satin dress labelled Scarlet Stunner. For that, I just used the maroon suit from Nightbound and recoloured it in Photoshop.

I have to say, I love putting Mr Davenport in blue clothing for regular mortal things and red for vampire-related events.

I find that more books that have darker tones have a red premium outfit option, so it fits well.

I seem to like editing these, so here's the Gold Rush outfit, edited from America's Most Eligible, with a glittery black texture from Adobe stock. I also debated using the white tux, but it's not glitzy enough for Vegas.

I seem to like editing these, so here's the Gold Rush outfit, edited from America's Most Eligible, with a glittery black texture from Adobe stock. I also debated using the white tux, but it's not glitzy enough for Vegas.

I think it was my hardest to edit so far, though. There's only so much I can trace floral patterns in Photoshop before I get cross with how fiddly it is.

It's why the floral part of the left cuff is missing. It didn't even look right when I mirrored it, So it's asymmetrical instead.

For the next Chapter, I had the idea that since Cal wolfed out, Ash would give him his jacket since his shirt is ripped beyond covering him.

It's rare to see the MC's in Bloodbound in anything that doesn't have a Blazer since it's an Executive romance book, but to achieve this, I took the black shirt from Foreign Affairs and copied the gold leaf pattern onto the belt, as well as making sure I copied the gold buttons onto the shirt.

For the Tribunal about Gaius, Ash and Adrian had a serious revelation about their relationship, so I recoloured the Waistcoat to be like Adrian's because He claimed Ash was his boyfriend out loud during a fight (He's not realised the implications yet...)

But I thought it would be nice to make it look like Ash borrowed one of his, no doubt, many black waistcoats.

It's the same suit as the one from AME, but the watch that resembles the one Adrian describes to Kamilah, that he bought in the 1920's is from Foreign Affairs.

The next outfit is almost cheating, but it raises an important thing for me.

What if we could add Hats, like we could hair and other things like Watches or different trousers/boxers for the MC in Wardrobe?

Since we have another encounter in the 1920's-themed Shrike (whether you chose to let the Prisoners go so they could set it on fire or not), I couldn't help but add the trilby to Ash's already Adrian-centric outfit.

So, For this next chapter, there's a bowling scene, and there are not enough clothes in book 2 for me, so I made a bowling shirt from the polo and chinos in AME.

Choices need to make more variants of light-coloured clothing; they're all really dark and hard to recolour...

The next chapter to have a new outfit is the Paris chapter, but it was super hard finding a light-coloured shirt. The one I used was from Foreign Affairs.

By this point, Ash has been running all around fighting against Prejudice from Vampire hate, homophobia and transphobia, so he's tired. He's also discovered many a secret about himself being a Bloodkeeper, and one other I won't spoil for now 😉.

His outfit for the Vampire crypts is much more relaxed and informal, originally from AME.

I didn't edit this one, as I love it as it is. The starry-looking hoodie matches the narrative of Adrian and Ash travelling around the Paris night scene under the stars.

For Serafine's club, Ash is just wearing a simple black shirt from Foreign Affairs to emulate the strappy dress and choker that the MC wears, but also Adrian's brand pendant, with the cord from the Flamingo shorts and the striped shirt with a crystal necklace.

I just used the cord to add to the pendant and made the shirt wider for Ash's physique change, but it's not edited any more than that.

The next one is seriously fun, though I'm sure Adrian would baulk if Ash wore this outside of Victoriana vampire balls. It's so... cliché!

It's from the romance vampire novel Immortal Desires. Some of the clothing for the more Vampire-themed stuff is pretty useful for this, even if it's a highschool themed book.

Ash only wore it for Dracula's party, and I guess you'd be inconvenienced by the cape, so It's not an outfit we'll see him in until the Solstice ball, at least.

For this next outfit, I actually took the shirt from Foreign Affairs and then warped the Puffer jacket from the Bloodbound Female MC Outdoorsy outfit to make something that I'm sure Ash would wear to be touristy.

His expression is worried because the Island of Midieya also has The massive Order base on it, but also because Prague was another layer of stress on top of New York under siege. His Cousin Parker is still in New York, after all...

For the next couple of Chapters, it's hard to know which of the outfits Ash Lee would have packed in his suitcase as they rushed around the world on their crusade.

In fact, this was the hardest outfit to put him in for the story, as a mixed trans guy doesn't really fit with the whole white-knight-against-the-Darkness stuff that reminds me of the Knights Templar but has a Neo-Nazi flavour to it. The original later chapters it's based on have little representation for each of the Order soldiers unless you look at the sprite files, and even then, there's hardly any that look anyone like him.

It's clear this is terrible for Ash to have to do, and he's terrified to wear it for the mission.

For the evening following the counter-raid to the Order, Ash would be- as I would be grateful to change clothes, and I was getting tired of writing him in the same outfits I've already edited him in, so we have a new one!

They're still in Greece, but Ash is feeling the breezeless evening, so there's this gradient T-shirt combo from It Lives in the Woods/It Lives Beneath.

I removed the bead necklace, as Ash doesn't usually wear much jewelry except for the Brand pendant that Adrian gave him, and it seems a bit too young for him since the books are teenager based and he's twenty-six.

Because when they return to New York, all they have is what's in the suitcases, I put Ash in his hoodie from Paris but edited the black hood that goes with the hoodie in It Lives Beneath to be Grey Marl so Ash could have it up as protection from the dust and light debris.

For the Abandoned Mall fight chapter, the original MC outfit is denim and lace. I just swapped it for an outfit from Ride or Die, which also appears in America's Most Eligible. The double denim and chains combo.

(Peep the engagement ring from Adrian on his left hand. I edited it from the ring box in the Bloodbound Solstice files but changed it to a silver band in Photoshop by removing the original ring and adding a styled filter in Photoshop, so it looked painted like the other assets.)

[huh-huhyourself]

The typewriter and the typist, in the rain…

So this is my first OC, not perfect, even not good. It's an alternative universe which shits didn't start from 1933 (or not so much), mixed both classic one and DE. I don't want to plague the most of original story, so I only want to put her in background people if I can draw more next year just in case.

Sure the profile contains many grammatical errors. Which one's more difficult, drawing, fighting Omicron and my ADHD, or writing this in English with a help of Google Translate, it's all of above.

No more paper dolls next year, I swear.

I should buy a tablet, the cheapest one, though it won't change anything.

I should finish the game first…

(I may edit the following anytime. Not sure if there are any logical errors.)

About Her

Name: Lucetta Leonforte

Nicknames: Lu, Moon

Alias(es): Moonshine

Gender :Female

Birthdate: May 31st

Nationality: American

Place of birth: Detroit

Current residence: Lost Heaven

Spoken languages: English

Occupation: Assistant of home bakery(day), side work typist of LH Paint & Wallpaper Co.(night)

Eye color: Grey

Hair color: Blonde

Height: 5'7"

Scars: A perforating gun-shot wound on right waist

Sibling(s): A brother (7 years older than Lu)

Father: Lorenzo Leonforte, Enzo the baker, sounds familiar?

Mother: A women from Milan

BACKGROUND STORY

As a third son, Enzo immigrated to America with his wife and his firstborn in early 1900s for some family businesses.

One year later, 3 cugini (Lu's) joined the Leonfortes in Detroit, it was a hard time for everyone.

At some point before 1910, Lucetta was born on a stormy night.

Lu had a bad cold before she could remember, after that she got a husky voice and tears fall out when she sees the sunshine during the daytime. She always wears a hat/8-piece on sunny days when she's outside.

Her mother left them when Lucetta was sick, her parents had a major fight because her mother didn't want herself and her son trapped in this life. Enzo never mentions them again and Lucetta never asks.

In some year of early 1920s, the Leonfortes moved to LH to do a favor for an old friend.

Now they rent a building in Little Italy which used to be an old small hotel (not far from the bar), the first floor is their bakery.

TRIVIA

I heard you paint houses.

"I heard the Leonfortes are good executors, too bad the youngest one's a girl." says an anonymous person.

The side work is working for someone named Baskerville.

Lu's father is a distant cousin of Vincenzo, because I want to so she can call him uncle Vinny LEGALLY.

The Leonfortes are actually doing the bakery business (taste the peach pies), meanwhile they "import" something like explosives and others too complex to say right now. They are not a part of the Salieri family, more like one of the suppliers.

"Best Powder Best Dough" printed on the bakery's front windows.

They have their own delivery cars but also have a fake Rothco's Bakery one, cause they're everywhere in the city.

Lu does some of these deliveries about 3 times a week, bread, cakes, and other things better handled with care.

She only does the deliveries for her family now.

She likes uncle Vinny's business more than her father's.

Some of the side work's outfits are her father's, so don't fit very well.

She loves sitting on a bench near the lighthouse, watching the clouds, the sea waves, thinking nothing.

She's a good listener, usually she won't give any advice.

She hasn't watched the end of Sadie Thompson because she has slept.

Yes, she has a bike.

Family motto (to Lucetta)

Don't in. (Don't get involved in things you can't handle.)

Don't out. (Don't run away from your own family.)

Don't ask. (Don't question the order.)

Don't talk. (Just don't be a rat.)

Don't date with mobs/cops/lawyers/doctors especially shrinks.

​Don't get caught.

Don't die. (Be safe.)

"Generally 'Don't do this, don't do that. '" says Lu.

"'I won't put any bread which is made in a factory into my mouth!' says Don Salieri." says me.

[jcryptid]

Well damn!! This is new!

Nickname: Jay, J, Jason, Jayce and if you were in my high school drama show, you get to call me Matt

Height: about 5’6 last I measured

Last thing I googled: Japanese Edo Period time keeping systems or refs for old scottish castles, I can’t remember which.

Song stuck in my head: rn it’s Broken People by the Narcissist Cookbook, which is ironic bc it doesn’t even rhyme

Number of Followers: 93, which is insane, but I’m like at least 70% sure most of them are porn bots

Dream Job; head writer, story-boarder or creator of my own animated show :3

Wearing: an ACDC t-shirt, a pair of thongs (or I guess other countries call them flip-flops) and some thick grey shorts, along with my aro-ace rings

A Book/Movie that really summarises you: there’s nothing that really fits cleanly, but I have consistently identified with, binged and cried every time rewatch treasure Planet. At this point it’s like my comfort movie on so many levels. I don’t know what that says about me, but it’s as close to an answer as I can get for this question :/

Favourite Song: this shit changes constantly, but The Narcissist Cookbook is currently continuing to provide my comfort song “Stopping a Garden Hose with Your Thumb”, which also doesn’t really rhyme.

Aesthetic: in person it’s either a light grunge or 1920’s nonbinary mob boss, but it’s mostly just lazy with a side of ‘band t-shirts are just so damn comfortable man!’. 100% in personality it’s swirling galaxies and dragons.

Favourite Author: I don’t read nearly as much “published works of fiction” as I used to, so I’m going with favourite fiction creators, and that’s hands down Jonny Sims, Red (OSP) and Alex Hirsch. yea that’s three, I’m sorry, but for fanfiction it’s IcyPanther bc I’m still addicted to Langst.

Random Fact: I have a small scar on my left hand from back when I was making my-self rich with counterfeit classroom currency just to mess with my high school English teacher lol

@trensu @donnovien @butter-and-too-much-bread @two-children-in-a-trenchcoat @autisticaboutstufflol @nauti-ca @redhhound

15 questions 15 tags

ty @drowninglnstars for the tag !!

-nickname: red

-height: that's good question

-last thing i googled: ''malevolent transcripts''

-song stuck in head: antibiotics we're wonderful pills but dont ever think we'll cure all your ills and willow by tswift

-# of followers: at least 10

-amount of sleep: usually 4-6 hours (begrudgingly)

-dream job: librarian/historian

-wearing: shirt, grey sweater, black coat

-movie/book that summarizes you: all of them

-fav song: too many, right now probably constellations by the oh hellos! and faroe's theme from malevolent

-aesthetic: changes everyday, but personality wise eldritchcore/oddcore

-fav authors: alice oseman and any romantic author ever

-random fact: i can bend almost all of my joints backwards

not tagging 15 people because that is too many but -> @aroaceupmysleeve @galxgal @gothicwolf125 @arakhnee @lesbian-hannibal @transgenre-music and whoever want to join in :P

[liahswriting]

Hi liah. Long time reader first time messenger here. I just wanna ask you what your bloodhound look like to you? I see bloodhound as a female and I picture her with red hair just like you! What else can you tell us about your bloodhound? Also I hope your day is great! 🥰

Hello hello! My day is great so far. I hope yours is as as well <3

It seems that red hair is a common headcanon among fans. I think it just has to do with Bloodhound's uncle having red hair. Although, I just want to give a short biology lesson here, red hair is a recessive gene. Meaning BOTH parents have to pass it on to their child for the child to show red hair. We know that Bloodhound's father carries the red hair gene because Uncle Artur is Bloodhound's uncle on his father's side. We don't know anything about Bloodhound's mother, so it's not known if his mother carries the red hair gene.

I REALLY wish I was able to draw, because I just can't find any fanart of Bloodhound that matches what I see in my head. I was able to find this image through Google like forever ago and I edited it a bit in photoshop to more closely resemble my own Bloodhound. It's not perfect by any means, but it's sort of the idea.

Again, this isn't my drawing. I only edited it. All credit goes to the original artist. I don't know who drew it because I found it off of Google, so if anyone knows who the artist is, let me know and I'll make sure to properly credit them.

Basically, my Bloodhound -has red hair -has greyish/light eyes (not exactly blue) -has a few tattoos as seen in the image -and still has the face scars he got as a child from inhaling coolant (I was unable to add the scars into my edit because I couldn't find a way to make them look "natural")

My Bloodhound is also late 30's, like 38-ish. Which is how old he actually is in the Apex universe. I also like to think his name is either Einár Johannson, or Viðarr Johannson. Why?

1) because, historically, Scandinavian culture went by patronyms (naming your child after the father). Most Scandinavian countries no longer use this custom. Norway, for example, made it a LAW back in like the 1920s that every family must have an inheritable surname, so most families at the time either just used the last-given patronym as a surname, or created a surname based on where they lived or what their profession was. My family in Norway has been using the same last name for generations now because of this law. I think it's my great uncle that was the last person to have a patronymic name??? I'm not exactly sure. My family is not exactly close with them because we're so far removed from each other. Iceland still uses patronymic names, and Bloodhound is Icelandic, so I gave Bloodhound a patronym. Bloodhound's father is named Johann, so Bloodhound's patronymic name would be Something Johannsson, which means Son of Johann. Sweden and Iceland use the name ending -sson, whereas Norway and Denmark use the name ending -sen.

2) I chose the name Einár (pronounced aye-narr) because it's an Old Norse name, which I like Old Norse since Bloodhound was raised "by the old ways". It means "one who dies in battle" or "one who fights alone", which I thought was fitting for him because he essentially lives his life in solitude. I also chose the name Viðarr (pronounced Vee-tharr) because Viðarr is the son of Odin, and I thought having a God's name would connect Bloodhound more with The Old Ways. It means "wide warrior", although the name meaning wasn't really why I picked it.

And that's about it for my Bloodhound. Of course I have headcanons related to his personality, but that's just a whole shit load of things that would take too long to type out here. I try to incorporate those headcanons into my fics whenever I can (i.e. Bloodhound having a MASSIVE sweet tooth).

[ofmanderley]

VAMPIRE IVAR & FALLEN ANGEL HEAHMUND AES. BOARD 

background for the fic : an au where heahmund is actually an angel and ivar is bitten by a vampire before he dies in canon, which essentially heals his legs for many, many centuries. that is until he meets heahmund again in the 1920′s. they engage in combat and heahmund strikes ivar’s legs with his silver blade, damaging them beyond repair, but he escaped. over the next one hundred years, heahmund has been seeking ivar out and finally finds him in church. 

pairing : ivar x heahmund warnings : brief injury mentions as well as mutilation (cutting off limbs) words : 942

notes : has a bit of a van helsing sort of feel to it ??

Ivar hears the heartbeat and the footsteps before the familiar scent carries to him on the air. He inhales deeply, rolling his head to one side, then the other, and grins. It’s almost a comfort knowing he’s not alone in this ever-changing world. That there is some small remnant from his life before the lust.

“Bishop. After all these years, I didn’t think you’d find me.” He drawls, red eyes glamoured into an enticing icy hue even as he stares into the flickering candlelight of the echoing church.

It had been back in the roaring twenties - at the height of prohibition - when they’d last seen one another and that encounter had ended badly. Ivar’s legs were still scarred from the silver blade that had struck them; leaving nothing but useless bones that refused to heal no matter the blood he drank.

The glow from the flames illuminates one side of his face as, leaning heavily now upon a jet black crutch, Ivar glances back. The tight collar of the dark, fitted shirt he wears almost bites into his neck. Ironic.

Heahmund hasn’t changed.

“The Lord sees and finds sinners, all.” The bishop, still adorned with leather armour, dark blue and creaking with age, takes measured steps. One hand sits upon the hilt of the blade that devoured Ivar’s legs in its hungry wake. The other wraps itself, for a moment, around the wooden crucifix hanging lowly at his chest. “I am but a messenger.”

Oh, how he’s missed this. 

Ivar’s head ducks as he huffs out a short laugh. A whimsical sound follows, creeping out of his throat, and he turns then, finally looking fully upon the warrior angel once again. The tip of the crutch clicks softly on the ancient stone and then falls silent as the tomb of Ecbert beneath.

“And what message would you deliver to me, hm? That I am to die?” Ivar teases, eyes narrowing as he reads nothing of Heahmund’s emotions - well guarded as they are. His head oscillates this way and that; serpentine, despite his vampiric tendencies.

“He is merciful. Even to creatures of the night.” Cold stare holds Ivar’s steely one as Heahmund comes to stand at the bottom of the steps. Moonlight catches his face through the stained glass, casting a deep red across one eye and down, down, down, to the exposed portion of his throat.

Ivar’s gaze drops, lidding his eyes. Subtle, but there.

“If your god is so merciful, why didn’t He stay your hand when you tried to cut off my legs, hm? Where was He then, Your Grace?” The last words are almost spat as Ivar sneers.

Heahmund only blinks, shoulders squaring. “My orders were to cut off your head but I chose not to. I chose to let you live, because I believed you could be redeemed, and the last century has been my punishment.”

“You wanted me redeemed and here I am. I came to church.” The wide grin Ivar gives doesn’t land and slips shortly into a frown. His tongue presses into his cheek as he draws the crutch closer, shuffling to painfully take a step down, bringing himself face to face with the bishop. “How were you punished?”

Now, Heahmund’s jaw tightens. The scar on his right cheek almost begs to be traced as his face turns away, hand only tightening on the weapon headed with a small, round glass ball of holy water.

Ivar watches him with some curiosity and remembers so well why he had been fascinated with the warrior when they first met back in York, centuries earlier. The way Heahmund had screamed into his face. The sweetness of his hatred filling the air. Such a tightness gripped Ivar’s chest then as it does now but the underlying feeling is so different.

“What did He take?” Ivar asks, unblinking.

“I sacrificed my wings, willingly, for you.”

Ivar swallows and for the first time, he recognises how cold his body is. Not simply his skin but his body. How his veins freeze with the realisation. And the stillness of his heart where it should be beating - as he notes Heahmund’s own is, hard. His mouth drops open, softly, but no words come for a long while.

“Why? Why did you do that? I wouldn’t have done that for you!” Raising his voice is the only way Ivar manages to lie and his free hand balls into a fist at his side. Were he human, he’d have drawn blood from his palm.

“I believed in you. Perhaps, I still do.” Punctuating his words, Heahmund looks up again, letting the weight of them sink in as he passes Ivar. Their shoulders brush and the heat is excruciating. It fills the Ivar with want and he joins the bishop soon after, coming to stand by the row of three tiny flames; lit for the memories of Hvitserk, Floki and his mother, Aslaug.

Standing side by side in the heavy silence, both faces rise to greet the moon into their company; let her in on their secret.

“You shouldn’t believe in me, Heahmund. I won’t change.” A sly glance comes with the tilt of Ivar’s head and one corner of his mouth tugs up sharply.

“You’re stronger and faster than I am, now. You could kill me if you wanted.” Heahmund doesn’t deny the moon his attention as he speaks, hands coming together in prayer. Suddenly, though, a breeze snuffs out the candles and the church is plunged into darkness. Heahmund is alone and the screech of a bat is all that’s left to confirm his suspicions.

Ivar doesn’t want him dead. That would ruin the game.

[mrspanky]

The Time We Lost: pt 2.

(Pt.1 here).

Jason Todd x Reader (female pov).

Content: Angst, language, and mentions of killing.

Readers note: I had fun with this hehe. It’s mostly just angst/romance and nothing explicit happens here but anyone is free to expand the end to nsfw content, I’m just not comfortable doing so personally. If you guys are interested I’ll do a part three! I’m loving this series so far and I have some ideas for continuations. Songs to listen to while reading: Honestly I just had Sober II (Melodrama) by Lorde on repeat while writing! Other songs I’d recommend that fit the storyline though, and not just the vibe, are are Scary Love by The Neighborhood, and If Only You Could Ease My Mind by Art of Sleeping.

𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫

You felt your face go white as you gaped at Jason entering the bedroom window. The red helmeted figure turned to face you and froze, standing tall and terrible, silhouetted by the storm outside sending lightning flashes through the sky. It felt like you were in a 1920’s horror movie. But you weren’t in a 20’s film, and the figure at the window was no Dracula. He didn’t move. “What are you doing here.” His voice was muffled because of the helmet and had a quality to it that told you he must have had a microphone in the mask he was using to make his voice clearer. It didn’t sound like him, but the way he pronounced his words was eerily the same as it had been. You shook off your nerves. “Hello to you too. You’ve been gone so long I thought it would’ve given you time to come up with a better opening line”.

You kicked yourself internally. You had no idea what mental state he was in, and here you were already giving him attitude. As you were worrying, he began to reach up to take off the helmet. A sense of dread overtook you. Would he be scarred? Would he even look like Jason anymore? He pulled it off slowly and ran his fingers through his hair. There was a grey streak in it that hadn’t been there before. “Wasn’t planning on seeing any of you again, sorry it slipped my mind.” Your heart sank. He looked so much older than he had, just as you’d noticed with yourself earlier in the mirror. Not in a wrong or crude way, necessarily, but it was a painful physical representation of the time you had both lost. “Were you just not going to let me know you were alive?” A strange sense of anger came over you. “Come on,” he smirked. “Did you really think I wouldn’t come back to haunt all you assholes?”

“So I’m an asshole now, is that it?” Casually, he took off his jacket and shirt and dropped them on the floor, then sat with his back to you on the bed, taking off his boots. “Maybe”. Infuriated, you exhaled sharply through your nose. “Jason, how the fuck am I the asshole here. You were gone for so long and then you just come back without a warning and start harassing Bruce, and you even have a new name and costume? I would’ve, and have killed during all this time just to hear your voice one more time. To hear you say you were ok. That you survived and that you were coming back...to...to us, ...but nothing! You were dead! We didn’t...we didn’t know. We couldn’t find you. We couldn’t find you, and then we all broke. I broke. And…” tears were streaming down your face. “...and...I’m sorry”. He was very still for a moment, and then he stood and walked to the window.

With his back still to you, he silently looked out at the storm still clashing outside. You stared at him, feeling hopeless. Suddenly, a sensation began to overcome you out of nowhere. Raising your hand to your forehead, you unexpectedly began to feel yourself sway, and you crashed to the floor out of exhaustion. Jason turned around quickly. Confusion and then fear overtook him. He approached you quickly and kneeling over you; he checked your pulse. Relief flooded him as he felt your heart beating steadily at your neck. “She was terrified,” he thought, cursing himself. “Way to go, fucking zombie.”

He hadn’t known you before to be someone easily scared, so he felt even more frustrated. “Why’d she have to come here. I didn’t need her to see me like this. Bruce deserves to see what he could’ve prevented happening if he didn’t have such a fucking stupid moral code, but she didn’t do anything wrong. Hell, she even said she’d killed. I don’t even want that for her, though. Damnit”. He looked down at your flushed face. Despite himself, he’d missed you. He carefully reached down and picked you up, walking over to the bed. He laid you down, trying to be as delicate as he could. “Well, this is a fucking mess,” he thought to himself.

You woke up in the middle of the night. Your head hurt, and you were somewhere you didn’t recognize. Dazedly, you sat up in the bed you were in and glanced around, trying to make out your surroundings in the light coming from the faint and soft city glow from the window. Your eyes landed on a figure on the other side of the bed from you, facing away from you. You jumped, startled by the unexpected sight. Quick as a flash, the figure turned over and pinned you to the bed. You looked into the eyes above. You recognized it to be Jason, as his eyes widened slightly, and he let you go and got off you, sitting up. You started to get up and back away. “Wait, I’m sorry,” he said. Without thinking, Jason reached out and embraced you.

This was so out of character, and both of you were intimately aware. The unspoken gravity of his action hung in the air. Well, it wasn't precisely out of character. Jason was born a naturally emotionally in-tune and affectionate person, but years of pain had given him walls that even he couldn't break down. You gasped and froze. It had been so long. He didn’t let go, partially because he was in shock from what he’d just done and partly because he was in shock from being this close to you for the first time in ages. You could smell his familiar scent of cigarette smoke and that musky cologne he’d been wearing for forever. You melted and began to cry silently. This was definitely the most you’d cried in a short period of time since you could remember. He tried to want to let go because of his fear of being truly intimate with people, but his feelings betrayed him, and he pulled you closer, holding you tightly as you clung to him just as tightly. His eyebrows furrowed in pain as he remembered against his own will how much he’d genuinely missed you. Before he had died, you had been the only person he could always count on, no matter what.

You softly lifted your hands and reached up, touching his face for the very first time. It was softer than you had expected, but you felt a few little scars. You stared into his intense blue eyes. They had a faint ring of hazel around the pupil, and it faded into tones of green that you’d never noticed before that meshed with the blue, creating a complex layering of colors that reminded you of the sky, sea, and earth, all coming to meet each other. He was so beautiful. Your stomach hurt from how badly you just wanted to absorb him to yourself forever and never let him be hurt again. You badly wanted to be closer to him, but you weren’t sure if kissing him was a good idea. He lightly inhaled, taken aback by your hand on his face, once again startled by the first positive physical contact he’d experienced since he couldn’t remember when. He gazed back at you, taking in every detail of your sad face. You were so ethereal in the lighting from the window, like a sorrowful angel from a stormy Renaissance painting.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He missed you. He really fucking missed you, and he wanted you. “Fuck it,” he thought. No more pushing this feeling down. Before he could change his mind, he reached forward and grabbed your face with both of his hands, sore from fighting but strong, and brought both of your lips into a harsh and desperate collision. You froze with shock, lighting spreading through your body. He was so strong and savage. And yet, he was tender. You felt that he’d been just as desperate for you as you’d been for him. “After all of the time we’ve lost,” you thought. You melted into him once more, kissing him back with the same level of desperation, as he brought his one hand to the back of your head and grabbed your hair, his other hand not leaving your cheek. You breathed heavily in between kisses. “This cannot be real,” you thought.

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ok i have no idea what portal is about but i would love to hear about your au :]!! - cicicitrus

VALID! portal is very nostalgic for me I could probably ramble about it for a while SO!!

little bit of spoilers for the games bc I'm explaining the characters for context. but if you ever play the games anyway I don't think spoilers r really all that bad tbh. anyway!

tango — glados

glados is the main villain in portal + about half(???) of portal 2. I just think tango being a slightly evil robot is what he deserves hehe

zedaph — wheatley

wheatley was a tumblr sexyman for some reason. he's a little metal ball that was made specifically to create stupid ideas, and goes feral and becomes the main villain for the second half of portal 2. he's british and also pretty amusing so, yknow, I quite enjoy that for zed djjvjdj

impulse — chell

the main player character of both portal and portal 2, took down glados in the first one, which resulted in angry robot lady having a grudge against her in the second, until they're forced to team up to deal with wheatley and Not Die.

ren — adventure core/rick

the adventure core aka rick is a personality core. he likes talking about how brave and strong he is, despite being a metal ball that cannot do karate, as much as he might want u to believe. he also flirts with chell and tries to offer his assistance during the final battle

joe — fact core

fact core is like. a stereotypical know-it-all, except that most of the facts he spouts off are incorrect. some of them are true tho. most of them are amusing to listen to.

keralis — space core

space core! he is very excitable and constantly talking about space. I just think keralis' big ol eyes would fit really well on him.

APERTURE TAG!

scar — nigel

nigel is the main core in aperture tag, where instead of a portal gun, you play using a paint gun. he's very loyal to his programming and doesnt really care much about the test subject. I put scar as him because he's orange and,, yknow,,, government. or something

grian — test subject 13(?)

I forget if shes actually test subject 13 but that's fine. it's what I remember. anyway, 13 is the main player character of aperture tag, and she uses the paint gun, using orange gel to move quickly + blue gel to bounce. tbh i think some of the puzzles in AT are harder than the original games because you can put gel anywhere so solutions arent always obvious, so you have to be smart! it is also very chaotic and fun to bounce and speed around the tests however. fits pretty well.

PORTAL STORIES: MEL (my personal favorite. still one of my comfort games)

etho — mel

the main PC of ps:m, she was born in the,, probably 1930s? 1920s? anyway. she went into aperture for testing, was put to sleep for a really long time, and woke up waaay in the future out of her time. she was in the Nuremberg Olympics though!

xisuma — virgil

virgil, my absolute most favorite portal related character, is a norwegian maintenance core. he's also gay!

he's the only core to actually become friends with his test subject and not eventually betray her. though he starts off lying to mel to keep her from panicking that it's been like a hundred years or whatever, they end up bonding throughout the game and I simply love them :)

these are just my own thoughts and are honestly completely subject to change if anyone else has any better ideas. I just really love portal haha

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Heyo! I saw your inbox was open so I was wondering: how do you think Nicky would react to learning MC is transmasc? Like, he views MC as a guy from the moment they meet, but later on learns about it. Of course, no pressure for you to write it if you don't feel comfortable/feel like writing it! Also, love the frog

I literally had this in my headcanon prompts, so good job for getting me to actually do it! and thanks hahaha I think Goobert the frog fits in well as a header 😂

When you tell him you’re trans he kind of just stares at you. Not because he’s shocked or against it. He literally just has no idea what that is bc its the 1920’s

So you’re gonna have to give him a little explanation on what transgender means

After hearing your explanation, he honestly really has zero problem accepting it. Even before knowing what it meant, he had already made up his mind that it wouldn’t affect how he feels about you

Nicky really isn’t phased or caught off guard. It’s who you are and he’s glad you trust him with that.

If you seemed really nervous or scared about telling him, he’ll thank you for telling him and tell you that he admires your courage.

“Listen, love, I don’t care whatever parts you were born with. I care about who you are as a person. At the end of the day, you’re you and that’s what really matters. You’re (y/n). the most gorgeous man I've laid eyes on.”

Ugh i love him.

He’s a curious guy, so he wants to learn more. But he’s respectful and tells you that if he ever asks anything you aren’t comfortable answering that you don’t have to

He also asks about any boundaries you may have. He really doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

He never asks about personal things, he mainly just lets you initiate those conversations.

He immediately becomes supportive of the entire community. he’s definitely making donations and stuff bc he wants to help the homies

If you’re really talkative and out about being trans he’s gonna be right with you, supporting you, and cheering you on like “thats my husband!!!”

After you tell enough trans jokes, he catches on and learns how to joke around with it too. And he’s got some of the funniest things too.

He honestly just loves you so much, and he loves learning more about you and supporting you.

If you’re more on the down low and prefer to never really mention it, he’s completely fine with that too, it’s none of his business anyway and he knows it.

He’s so supportive oml. Need anything trans related? He’s gotten it for you faster than you can say “oversized hoodie”

And you can trust him to never tell anyone too. This guy didn’t become a crime boss for no reason. Secrets are locked up safely with him. and he knows its not his place to tell anyone.

No matter how much you’ve chosen to transition, he never has any problems. You’re you. You’re his beloved and that’s all that matters to him.

He just wants you to be the happiest you can possibly be.

If you used to take regular T (testosterone) shots back in your world…that’s probably gonna be a problem in Nicky’s world, and i have thought ab that before. I think… we’re just gonna go with Murray having your back on that one.

Either way- If you take T shots Nicky is mesmerized.

He’ll ask if it hurts and he’ll admire you for being able to do that to yourself

Nicky also wants to know how it works, he’s very interested in learning more bc he just finds it so cool. What can I say, the man loves learning! Walk him through the process! He also just likes listening to your voice, and he will gladly admit as much.

If you’ve had chest surgery, you’ll find him unconsciously tracing over the scars during more intimate moments. He doesn’t really mean to, it just happens. He thinks they’re so cool

he likes tracing them with his thumbs as he kisses you (as long as you're comfortable with it)

He also wants to know how that all happened. What was the surgery like? How long were you in recovery? How did they do it so well? (pretty sure chest surgery was nonexistent in the 1920’s, so he’s intrigued)

He’s very respectful with the questions he asks and he makes sure you know that you don’t have to answer them if you don't want to

If you haven’t had chest surgery, he’s hands off until you tell him otherwise. He might ask if you two are being intimate or if you’re talking about being intimate bc that’s a v important question ab boundaries.

Nicky honestly doesn’t mind. He’s the type of guy to say “I don’t need to understand it to respect it” (even though he’s pretty good at imagining and understanding what it’s like)

I hope this was good! I know everyone's experiences are different so I tried to cover what I could? I just realized this puts a whole new meaning to the part where Mc tells Nicky that the future has medical advancements he can't even comprehend 😂

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As requested, books / series I read in 2020 in the order I read them, with a few brief thoughts. (This took me a hot second because there are a few and also I moved cities) Should I keep a consistent goodreads? Yes I should but I didn’t think of that at the time, so bone apple teeth & sorry if I offend you abt your faves x

P.S. I can’t figure out how to do a read more on mobile so long post ahead!

A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J Maas - This is one of the most vivid published fantasy books I have ever read... I read it twice in rapid succession. The fandom POPS off. I must say I have issues with certain aspects e.g. fae lore completely ignored à la Twilight, all love interests 500+ years old and technically a different species, etc (I’m not going to deconstruct the entire series here but just know that I could... Nesta deserves better)

Cruel Prince by Holly Black - This fucking slaps, HB clearly has done her research, the lore is near immaculate, and it explores the Fae in such a unique way, tying it to the modern world subtly and seamlessly. My only qualm was that the books felt quite short; truly wish there had been more content.

Throne of Glass by Sarah J Maas (6/7) - So basically I read this in one single, hyperfixated fit which meant I literally locked myself in my room for three days straight and read all six books back to back in a row from morning to the wee hours. Which is not to say it was spectacular; although it was a VERY rich world, sometimes it was too much... this felt like 6 stories in one. Ik she was young when she wrote this but it is my humble opinion that SJM needs a better editor & I personally think Rowan is a grade A asshole / straight up abusive (& personally think the ACOTAR Tamlin plot was born from that?). It’s good but not as good as ACOTAR. Skip-read the last book. 

Grishaverse (Shadow and Bone) by Leigh Bardugo (3) - This is essential to read before SOC but was very much simply a YA fantasy book, although the world was cool and the way the love plot played out was, imo, a subtle middle finger to the fantasy trope. Felt very much aimed at younger readers though? Really liked the sandwhich structure of the Proluge and Epilogue, especially in #2

Six of Crows series by Leigh Bardugo (2) - INCREDIBLE continuation of Grishaverse, better than the original series by a mile. It has the range, the diversity, the representation (the male lead is a disabled asexual and still the most cunning of the entire cast of characters), the plot is phenomenal, and it manages such a well rounded plot in only two books which means nothing is stretched out or squeezed in more than need be. Deserves all the praise it gets.

King of Scars series by Leigh Bardugo (0.5/1) - Personally I don’t consider this book canon, and while it’s nice to see the rest of Nina’s journey & the world again & everyone else, I don't like it. I will, however, be reading book 2 when it comes out, so shame on me, I suppose.

Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo (1/1) - this was incredibly cool although it went off in a completely different direction than I thought it would based off the first few chapters? One of my favourite YA-author-debuts-New-Adult novels in 2020 though!

Crescent City by Sarah J Maas (1/1) - This was supposed to be SJM/s New Adult debut, although personally I would put her other series in New Adult, and I can’t say a remarkable amount was different with this except they said “fuck” and “ass” a lot. WHY is the romantic interest 500 years old AGAIN. I just... don’t... I just don’t think it was necessary... the world was cool though, and the last half of the book was riveting, but the beginning was quite slow and I thought the sword thing was predictable. I am interested to see where this goes though.

A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab (3) - This world is so fucking cool... four Londons aka parallel universes & the one in ‘our’ world is set in industrial era London. Magic, girls dressing up as boys, thieves, pirates, royalty... it all just slaps. Schwab is an incredible writer & I was completely immersed.

Midnight Sun by SMeyer - I didn’t think anything could possibly detract even further from the Twilight story but I was sorely mistaken... seeing the stalking from Edward’s POV - and it was worse than depicted in Twilight, for the record - completely obliterated any sort of romance the first half of the original book may have portrayed. I still hold the opinion that the entire series would have been better if some kind of vampire lore had been abided by, if only to see all of the villains thwarted by someone dropping a bag of rice on the ground, forcing them to have to count them all.

An ember in the Ash by Sabaa Tahir  (3/4) - This was just a very stereotypical ya fantasy series, emphasis on the YOUNG... it wasn’t anything to write home about but I remember quite enjoying it at the time. 

The Power by Naomi Alderman - This book is FUCKING incredible and EXCEPTIONALLY thought provoking... essentially women alone develop a power of electric shock etc. and then take over the world from men, and it explores feminism and the balance between equality & tipping the scales in the other direction. Written by a friend of M.Atwood in a similar tone to handmaids tale, I would say? Content warning; there are some exceptionally graphic scenes in the latter half of the novel. 

Hamlet by Wllm Shksp - I can’t believe it took me this long to finally read it but Ophelia is my favourite name in the entire world & we love to see a woman go batshit (although she didn’t deserve that). 

Catherine House by Elisabeth Thomas - this was unsettling in the best sense of the word... it was a little slow & honestly more of a concept than a big reveal, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it after I finished it? A Secret History vibes but make it blurry like the memory of all those dystopian novels you read when you were young?

The Invisible Life of Addie La Rue by V.E. Schwab - This is without a doubt my book of the year, and probably the best book I read in 2020? I stayed up all night on a friend’s couch reading it, got a book hangover and reread the ending, and then thrust it upon my mother who doesn’t usually read but read this, and loved it just as much. HIGHLY recommend and you HAVE to read it, it’s beautiful and endearing and just plain wonderful.

Captive Prince by C.S. Pacat (3/3) - I went into this knowing it was going to be terrible, because I had received a blow by blow telling me as much; although I must say that it did learn a remarkable amount of new words, the books did get better as the series went on, and it did have a rather charming ending? BIG content warning for almost everything.

Sapiens by Yuval Harari - mind-expanding & must recommend for everyone, there is everything in this and I daresay everyone should posses this kind of knowledge? I listened to it as an audiobook (which I recommend because it’s rather hearty) but will be buying this in hardcopy & rereading it with annotations. 

Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller - Without a doubt, one of the most beautiful novels I have ever read, and certainly the most beautiful portrayal of the story of Achilles and the battle of Troy I have ever seen. Patroclus deserved the justice that was given to him in this book; indeed, all of the characters were written with justice and grace. Highly recommend.

Trials of Apollo by Rick Riordan (3/5) - Apollo is my favourite Greek God, and the sexiest greek god, and Rick Riordan’s writing slaps, as always. It did pain me to see Apollo, the sexy immortal, have to be forced back into a 16 year old’s body but everything else? Whimsical & wonderful, as expected. 

These Violent Delights by Chloe Gong - a retelling of Romeo and Juliette, except it’s set in Shanghai in the 1920′s, and the protagonists already have a history. Very well done, characters are incredibly diverse in race, sexual orientation, gender, and ability / disability (and honestly, representation has never appeared so effortless and elegant). Also it includes a monster and possible magic. Incredibly underrated and highly recommend.

The Once and Future Witches by Alix. E Harrow - this was such a unique concept, and truly captivating, the story was charming, and felt like the kind of beautiful fairytale you would read as children but with more grit? ABSOLUTELY recommend this one

The Pisces by Melissa Broder - I hated this so much, not my vibe at all. Mermaid smut x therapy but make it cynical and judgemental (I know there was a moral in there but that’s not my point) also the dog dies.

Library of the Unwritten by A.J. Hackwith (1/2) - really interesting & unique concept (all unwritten novels / ideas reside in a special library that is part of Hell and then sometimes the books can come to life) however, my first thought upon reading this was “this reads as if it’s stemmed from one of those writing prompt tumblr posts” bc of the tone and whatever and as it turns out I was somewhat correct, it did stem from a short story (not bad just obvious). It did kind of settle down as it went on but I found reading it kind of a drag, and I don’t think I will read the second one.

Abandon by Meg Cabot - 1. Meg Cabot’s writing always fucking slaps 2. Hades and Persephone but make it modern & very 2000′s & somehow kind of unique 3. I literally loved this, sue me

Medusa Girls (Sweet Venom) by Tera Childs - Like Percy Jackson except they are descendants of Medusa so they are Gorgons and have fangs & venom (hence the title). Gave me very 2000′s vibes? Quite cool but tbh I found the books quite short (like two hours each, if that)? Do NOT read the GoodReads description of the book before you read it, you will spoil it for yourself.

Bring me their Hearts by Sara Wolf - In my opinion, this is one of the most underrated YA series I read in 2020. The heroine is endearing, self aware, witty, and loves to look pretty even while kicking ass which in my opinion is an incredibly underrated trait. Also, immortality without being hundreds of years old? VERY sexy. HIGHLY recommend. 

A Deal with the Elf King by Elise Kova - High commendation to be given for the fact that it is a standalone and yet manages to fit in the plot of what would usually be a full fantasy trilogy without cutting corners or being a million miles long? Also sweet storyline & beautiful ending? If you liked ACOTAR you should read this as a “what would have / could have been had SJM had a different editor” (No shade I promise).

The Iron Fae by Julie Kagawa (4/4 + novellas) - Incredibly detailed faerie set around the modern world & our current use of technology & iron in it. Very neat adventure-style series, by the time I read the last novella I was well and truly done with the world (aka provided enough content to be fulfilling). Was definitely aimed at a younger audience though, NO smut / smut was brushed over.

The Modern Faerie Tales by Holly Black (3/3 SS) - This is technically the prequel to Cruel prince, set in the modern world, but with the fae world inside it as it traditional? All I have to say is that it is excellent & I highly recommend it.

Bridgerton series (The Duke and I) by Julia Quinn (9/9) - I read this after watching the Netflix show twice through and I am obsessed, although the books were not quite as elegant as the show, and some parts that made me cringe either by their portrayal (it is very firmly set in the 19th century and thus some things are not handled with tact or grace), the characters were exceptionally loveable and I am so excited to see where the show takes them! Lovely language & an abundance of words I had never seen before (always a plus). 

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Any chance you could give us some Arabic speaking Remus headcanons? Loved your latest fic ❤️ 📚

OMFG gorgeous sugarplum! I legit only just was reminded of this while scrolling through my inbox right now! But my heart is finna burst!!! Thank you SO SO much and yes I would love to give some Headcanons about this! Especially since the next long story I’m working on includes this dynamic, and I’m so excited about it!! However, common disclaimer that while I am Arab and culturally Muslim even if I don’t practice like the rest of my family lol, I am Palestinian and not Syrian. So with every identity there are different experiences and customs no matter how closely intertwined. So I apologize for any inconsistency   that a Syrian may read and disagree with, and please feel free to correct me<3 <3

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The FIC this HC is from 

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So first off some background on his mum in the story 

I chose the name Vivian based off a friend of a friend who’s uncle married a woman by that name back in Palestine,  so it’s definitely extremely uncommon, but a fully Arab lady was named it, so like it’s my defense bahaha. But it also means lively, and coupled with Hussein as her maiden name which means beautiful, it just fit her personality to a t!! 

She was born into a pretty secular family in Syria in the late 1920s, so there was a lot going on in that time period. But her dad was pretty influential, working in the government and such. Vivian was also the youngest of four girls and three boys so she was pretty spoiled tbh

She attended a boarding school in France through out her adolescence and decided to go to university there too, so she’s fluent in both Arabic and French, with pretty great English as well. Though she wasn’t exactly white passing, even though like a bunch of Syrians/Palestinians/Lebanese folk she was somewhat fair, she had distinctly Arabian features, like the large almond shaped eyes and thick lashes and thicker brows, and a long, largeish nose, accented by full lips. So she experienced a good amount of jeers and discrimination, especially when folks found out her surname. So I think she’s able to relate to Remus in that sense of being a wolf at least, and later on  when he comes out as gay.

It was 1950  when she and a few of her girlfriends went to Wales for holiday after completing university. The second Lyall first spotted her in the woods while she was trying to make it back to the cabin near the Irish Sea with her mates, it was something like love, because duh. She was a fucking knock out!! A babe and a baddy! Literally so far out of his league its ridiculous! But on Vivian’s side,  she was mostly just amused and a bit enamored by this cocksure Welshman who had the most endearing of crooked smiles that their son would inherit a decade later. So obviously she didn’t make it easy on him, but eventually she let him take her out on the last night of her trip, and was pleased to find out that they had the same sort of humor and the same passion for their careers and even the same love for the outdoors too.

 They had a long distance relationship for two years while she went to grad school so she could teach about classics while Lyall himself was rising the ranks in the Ministry for regulation and control of magical creatures— Unbeknownst to her, the Floo network  was very helpful with the distance. Just thank God Lyall himself is a Muggle born because he really had to fake the hell out of it lol.

So just to speed things up they got married on a lovely June evening in  1955,  subsequent to  Vivian excepting a professorial job in Cardiff after Lyall told her about the Wizarding world. At first Vivian thought e was tripping on some subpar edibles until he proved it by transfiguring her snuff box into a lovely broach that she kept for the rest of her life, So after Vivian was convinced, she became  absolutely enthralled by all of the magic so completely. 

They were trying for a few years when she finally became pregnant with Remus in 1959, and they were both so over the moon (pun unintended).

So like I said above, Vivian’s family are pretty secular, so I see her mostly practicing the cultural aspects of Islam. For example, every Friday— which is the equivalent to Sundays being the holy day  for Christians— she lights up the instance that she always keeps herself stocked up on after her annual trip to Syria, instead of the typical candles she ordinarily prefers.  And Remus swears that for the rest of his life whenever he smells it, he’s back to being a baby, puttering around the house and watching her dusting the shelves while humming quietly an Arabic song that’ played out the gramophone  by a man who’s music would soon become regarded as the song of the people. Or Remus would recall being snuggled into her lap while she read him a novel on the windowsill. Or he’d simply remember listening to his parents laughter fluttering in the air while he fell asleep by the fire, subconsciously making the flower buds closest to him bloom with his untapped magic.

Remus’s first clear memory— thanks to the endless pictures— is when he was around four years old, before the attack, and they were staying in Vivian’s home town in Damascus. While the men congregated out doors for cigars and cards and the women in the living room chatting while snacking on watermelon seeds, his older cousins— who were all girls— dragged him off to one of the bedrooms and doted on him because he was the baby of that side of the family. And he remembers walking out in a set of one of their heels and a headscarf wrapped around his head which made his Mama and Tata and Aumties laugh out loud and croon over him, and all his uncles and Sido call him Aumty Remus.

The attack by Greyback happened soon after they returned to Wales, and I’m not gonna touch on it becs I’ not finna depress myself. But it was a January morning after his first transformation and he remembers that when he woke up, he saw the cookies stuffed with dates resting on his bedside with a glass of milk that Lyall had put a cooling charm on. And they’re indulgent treats that Vivian makes for both Eids every year even though they don’t celebrate them in any other way lol. But the cookies always reminds him of family and of feeling safe in his mother’s arms, and they still work to make him feel better even after the worst thing he has ever experienced in his short life.

Remus’s love of poetry came from both sides of his parents, but it was listening to his mother recite the story of Majnun Layla in it’s original Arabic that really made him glow for the art form, and brought him to discovering his favorites like Auden and Neruda. 

There’s a ornate, wooden prayer box that has been past down on the Hussein side of the family for five generations, it was originally  meant to hold a Qran but for the past three it’s simply just been a beautiful piece of decoration. So when Vivian gave it to Remus when he was headed off to Hogwarts, little Remus asked McGonagall to help him with locking  charms so it could become a safe place for him to keep his most cherished of nicknacks ant momentos, so obviously,  she silently added a charm to keep the wood nearly unbreakable and the extension charm atop of that, like Hermione with her bag, so that he could keep as many happy memories as possible inside of it, and she prayed that there would be so many that it threatened to burst. 

The last time Remus opened the box was in 1996, when he was putting away the ring Sirius gifted him as a match to his own in some feeble promise of forever only weeks before James and Lily’s own engagement. 

Once during first year, he and the lads were staying up late, trading stories about how they got their most ridiculous scars— after seeing the one that scraped across Remus’s left shoulder blade— But it got to a point where they were all feeling a bit nippish, so they went down to the kitchens for some of the chocolate pudding that was served during dinner that night. And Remus idly asked the house elves if they could make him a batch of Kinafa because he was getting home sick and missed when he and his Mama would dash over to the city whenever they were feeling antsy, and she’d take him to their favorite hooka bar after buying a round of the dessert— which is basically sweetbread stuffed with cheese— from down the block. And they’d stay sitting beneath the starlight, and talking about her job and his lessons from school while she’d let him try a discrete puff or two and they’d laugh about everything and nothing at all.

The next time they stopped by the kitchens one of the younger house elves presented him with the snack gleefully, and it tasted fine, just not like how they do back home. So Remus smiled warmly at Tipsy, the house elf, and thanked her with real sincerity.

But his face must’ve betrayed him because after easter break, Sirius plops down a fresh batch of them on Remus’s bed before leaping into his own, casually mentioning that he saw how grossed out Remus looked when trying the one the house elves made, and it was from a restaurant close to Grimmauld so it’s not that big of a deal, and then he rushed to cursing at James for stealing his favorite pen and swearing that  if he broke it he’s gonna have hell to pay. Remus had only blushed and chuckled  with a small smile on his face when he cut himself a small piece and finished the half sheet off with the rest of their house later that night during an impromptu party that the Marauders would become infamous for in later years.

It was the summer after second year when all the marauders visited Remus back home in Wales and when they heard Vivian call him Qamar practically every other sentence, which of course lead to endless ribbing and eventually  to his nickname of Moony— even though it’s so fucking obvious and Remus loves and hates it in equal parts. God his friends are so fucking stress inducing!

Remus teaches the other marauders funny Arabic curse words and they use them in class so that they can talk shit about particularly disgusting Slytherins without them being any of the wiser. (Yes I did do this with my friends, and I’d do it again! POW! POW! POW!)

It’s from Vivian that Remus has an affinity for coffee as strong as shit, but also prefers his tea weak— specifically two sugars and a dash of milk. But seriously, if you’ve ever tried Arabian coffee you’d understand, that shit is so fucking strong it’s literally a hate crime LMFAO. But yeah, this habit is definitely a point of contention between him and Sirius— who’s actually so fucking posh no matter how much he wants to be punk, and he stands by only drinking black tea— like Merlin intended— and saying bugger off to any and all coffees. “Leave that shite to the French and Americans.” And Remus would try to keep himself from making eyes at him from across the table, because God Sirius is hot when he’s all fiery  and impassioned, even when it’s about the dumbest, most inconsequential shit.

Something that’s sort of funny is that Remus was the first among them to become a fucking pot head and could drink them all  under the table even though Sirius himself has got two stone and three inches on him. But Remus still refuses to eat ham, purely because he never grew up eating it and doesn’t care too now. Sirius had to specifically ask Euphemia and Monty to make turkey for Christmas dinner their sixth year just because he knew that Remus’s head would probably implode with the decision between being rude and not eating it or forcing himself to gag down the unfamiliar meat.

When Remus is really, really fucking drunk he definitely spends the night only speaking in Arabic! (Don’t look at me I’m trash just because I stole this from my own life lmfao) But yeah, it’s really fucking hilarious and Sirius swears to God he’s so fucking in love with him while listening to Remus ranting in the unfamiliar language. And he’s like positive that half the time he’s actually just cursing Sirius out but he doesn’t even care because it’s SO! DAMN! CUTE!  And sometimes Sirius decides to speak French at a drunk off his arse Moony, who occasionally replies back in a stiff staccato before returning back to the easy Arabic. And it’s just a mess.

Ok so sadness warning

In my head, Vivian loses her fight against breast cancer the July after the Marauders graduate from Hogwarts, and afterwords Remus gets a tattoo of her name in Arabic on his chest, and the word for soul on the nape of his neck. He locks away that battered copy of Magnun Layla in the wooden box she gave him years ago, along with a woolen  scarf that smelt like her perfume.

 It’s Sirius who buys a set of prayer beads to hang off her photo above the mantel in the flat he and Remus share, and when Remus sees it he literally feels like  he might crack open with tears, but opts to kiss Sirius thank you instead, and they stay tangled on the sofa for the rest of the day in quiet contemplation.

One night, in late 1979, while  the war was only getting worse and worse—  Sirius was hit by a cutting curse to the ribs. And it was really fucking bad, but thankfully James got him to his house in time for Lily to help and heal. He slept for the most part for nearly an entire day, but remembers snippets. Like when Remus had sprinted into the room with fear painted all over his soft features, and when James put a cooling cloth to his head. But most distinctly, Sirius recalls Remus gingerly lying besides him and Sirius talking gibberish at his boyfriend while Remus plunged his entire face against his back, eyes wet with tears and body shuttering as he squeezed him softly, saying something quietly in Arabic. Sirius obviously didn’t understand like 99.9% of it, but he did catch the word “Habibi,” which he instantly remembers as an old pet name Vivian use to call Remus with so much love it made her entire countenance sparkle. It’s an endearment  that means beloved, or darling, and it feels like Remus is begging Sirius to stay with him and Sirius’s throat is still raw from the screaming, so he can only  reply by dragging Remus’s hand up to his mouth and kissing his knuckles tenderly. And he knows that whatever he does for the rest of his days, he loves Remus Lupin with every cell in his body.

Oof this got mad depressing…. Chow anyways, I can add a picture of the container you’re suppose to use for the instance if anyone wants that?

Thank you again dear Nonny!!!

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