#Cloud and his younger siblings XD

[nothingtherefornow]

Can't wait until I reach that part of the game XD !!

Cloud and Yuffie: This sucks Red: Oh Yeaaaahh

[courtlyharlequin]

Hello~! I'd like to request headcanons for the Leech twins with a younger sibling reader who's just really clueless all the time. What day is it? What time is it? What did you just say? (They were spacing out...) XD Thank you if you do this!

Head in the Clouds

A/N: I did do this... two years later-!! Thank you for your patience anon ♡ I hope you'll see this on your tl or something. It's been a long time coming (ಥ﹏ಥ)

Jade Leech:

Out of the Leech twins, Jade is more patient with you. He’ll sigh and repeat what he just said to you again if you didn’t catch it

One would think he’d be annoyed by your ditzy state of mind, but he isn’t. Not one bit. Perhaps that’s the bias of an older brother or maybe he finds that Floyd is more a handful than you.

If anything, Jade worries a lot about you, moray eels from the Coral Sea have a decent amount of strength and agility, but if you don’t even notice your surroundings and zone out all the time… then how can you fend for yourself?

Well, he and Floyd are there for you. But what if they aren’t? What if, in some sort of cruel twist of fate, they can’t be there for you when you need their help the most?

This is something he that crosses his mind frequently despite him never voicing such feelings. Albeit, he has an inkling Floyd feels the same

Floyd Leech:

Sometimes, Floyd finds your clueless behavior amusing. He doesn't know what you'll do next or how many people you'll take by surprise because you forgot something they literally just told you. And that's funny to him.

Other times, when Floyd is in somewhat of a bad mood, he'll openly express being annoyed at you

"What's taking so long? Don't go that way; it's only trouble. Hey. Didn't you hear me talking to you?"

He would never do anything to hurt you or your feelings, but you have to look past his words. He worries for you and this is how he shows those feelings of apprehension.

Jade is more subtle about how he handles things with you, but Floyd will actively intervene because he really thinks you wouldn't be able to make it on your own. He'll let you have space and time to do your own things, of course, but he'll also pull you out of trouble the moment you zone out for too long.

[boots-with-the-fur-club]

Chapter 3 of No Fun in Fungus!

@daboyau

@theawesomeninja-xd

@nights-flying-fox

@phoebepheebsphibs

Leo chokes and wheezes on the yellow cloud that infiltrates his lungs. There’s a dull ache in his plastron. It could be from his old injuries, but he was well aware of a possible other cause for the sensation.

Asthma.

Leo would experience most attacks after getting upper respiratory infections, which he had a lot when he was younger.

It was nothing compared to what Donnie went through though.

His immune system sucked and the cold sewer with polluted water did not help his case in the slightest.

More infections meant he needed an inhaler more times than Leo did.

He never asked Splinter how he got one that first time, but he always remembers the bloody bandage around his hand.

He also remembers the birthday he asked for his supply packs.

Dad sewed it together for him.

The contents of the pack changed a lot over the years, but there were three things that never did.

A pack of dinosaur bandaids for Mikey.

Raph’s epi pen.

Their inhaler.

Despite it being years since Donnie’s last attack, that inhaler was never going to missing.

Leo takes it out immediately. Donnie was right next to him before those things came, he couldn’t be far.

“Wretched little pest….”

The voice chills him down to his core.

It’s typically believed that there are several fs when it comes to reacting to fear.

The two most well known are fight or flight.

However, there’s also freeze and fawn.

Fawn would be when Mikey tells Raph he’s the best oldest brother in the world as he hides a broken teddy bear mug behind his back.

Freeze is when you spend an entire flight in an escape pod having a panic attack and can’t even move when you get back because you just left your brother to die.

How ironic is it that someone who can never stop talking can’t say a word when he’s truly terrified?

The face man, curled up in a ball like a pathetic-

Leo covers his ears.

Where were those thoughts coming from?

Were they even thoughts?

It sounded like someone was saying it directly to him.

He feels the immediate need to curl up, not move and hope that it makes it all go away.

Seeing the glowing red eye through the thick particles in the air only makes that feeling worse.

What is happening? How could he be here?

The clanging of metal on the ground in front of him seems to give him an a answer.

He doesn’t want to look at the item in front of him.

The ninpo created weapon he left in the prison dimension.

It should have stayed there, because if it’s here, then it let him come here too.

The laughter he hears nearly makes his heart stop.

“You thought you could escape me?”

Leo can’t stop the fearful tears pricking at his eyes, quietly mumbling no repeatedly.

“You allowed me to come back. As thanks, I’ll kill you last.”

Leo hates how the words he wants to say die in his throat.

“You can watch as I slaughter your siblings, as you took away mine!”

He can hear the sounds of metallic footsteps coming towards him.

Leo can almost see his life flashing before his eyes. It makes him wonder how this response to fear came about.

Why wasn’t he like Donnie who made those escape pods?

Why didn’t he use his skills like Mikey?

Why didn’t he fight like-…….

Raph.

That’s it.

If something truly scary was happening, it was Raph who protected him.

He could freeze up and Raph would be there to shield him from literally anything that would come his way.

Even if it was something impossible like giant freaking aliens with razor sharp tentacles.

Even if he hadn’t given him a good reason to want to protect him that day.

He was right next to him too before the spores came out.

Where was he now?

Leo wanted his big brother.

He screams out his name in fear as the mech that carries the main Kraang finally stands in front of him.

Just like that, Raph appears too.

Leo realizes he’s brought him right into danger and tries to warm him.

Raph kneels down and smiles at him widely.

“What’s the matter, Leo? Raph’s here, it’ll be okay.”

“D-Don’t you see him?”

“Everything is fine, Leo. I promise.”

Leo relaxes for a split second until blood splashes on his face.

Raph had been impaled where he almost had been before.

Leo’s throat begins to hurt, is he screaming again?

He can’t tell.

His face goes to the floor, body curling around himself and the inhaler still in his grip somehow.

The screaming from him is in fact happening, others could hear it even if he couldn’t.

Especially the real Raph.

After the spores had been sprayed and he couldn’t see his brothers, he thought he heard them further away.

He had no clue that the hallucinations could be auditory as well.

After rushing to where they might have been, the sounds got worse.

Donnie, Mikey, Leo, all begging for his help.

No matter where he went he couldn’t reach them.

“Guys! Where are you!?”

“Casey.”

Raph whips his head around.

“Leo?“ He swears he can hear Leo again.

“Listen to me. When I get to the other side, you close that door.”

Raph feels his stomach drop, bringing up his arm to confirm what the hallucinations are making him see and hear.

On his wrist is the device he couldn’t bring himself to wear ever again.

The one that let him hear Leo making a decision he never should have made.

The one that let him hear what that monster was doing to him.

He starts rushing back to the direction he previously left, hoping his brothers hadn’t moved.

The rushing becomes more urgent when he hears Leo scream his name.

He’s moving so fast he nearly trips over his own feet several times.

When he finally sees Leo, everything in front of him turns into a hell scape.

Leo is in front of him, bloodied, bruised, cracks on his plastron and shell, and looking absolutely terrified.

The Krang mech is standing over him.

Raph can’t be sure at all that this how it was in the prison dimension, maybe this was accurate or maybe it’s just how he imagined it was.

Just like he never mentioned what he saw, Leo always redirected what it was like in those moments before Mikey was able to save him.

All he knew is what he and everyone else heard.

Raph knows this is all fake, something to mess with his head.

That doesn’t make his guilt go away in the slightest.

He wasn’t there to stop him, protect him.

When Splinter made Leo leader Raph wasn’t upset or mad because he got replaced, he seriously could not care less who led who in terms of responsibility.

He was worried that it meant Leo would take the brunt of the hits, be the shield when that was supposed to be what Raph does.

Raph is huge, that’s obvious.

None of his brothers can ever tell how small they are to him. Not just in size, but….how can you forget that you used to hug them close because they were scared of the dark?

They run out of your arms and when that’s when you realize that there’s so many things way scarier than the dark.

You want to scoop them back up so they don’t run too far to keep close.

Leo had managed to go so far away.

The Krang mech hits Leo across the face, splattering blood on the floor.

He hears Leo scream bloody murderer, screams he wished never would come from any member of his family.

Raph feels something snap in his brain that is usually reserved just for his savage modes.

He powers up, creating a larger version of himself to clap its arms together. This forces the spores in the air to disburse and clears the area.

He then stares down the fake Krang and stomps it.

The hallucination loses its hold. When he lifts the foot back up there’s just the pole that Donnie gave Leo under it.

Leo flinches, slowly but shakily lifting up his head.

“N-No….not again….please….” He nearly whispers.

Raph reaches out to see if he was real.

Leo tears up heavily.

Raph can see the utter terror on his face.

“Let him go. Stop….stop doing this. He doesn’t deserve it! Why can’t you leave him alone….!?” Leo shouts hoarsely, his throat already rough.

Raph quickly stops with his other form, but

Leo suddenly stands up and grabs at his arms before he can say anything.

“Get off him! How dare you use his body for this!? Again!? Haven’t you done enough to him!? To me!?”

“Listen to me, it’s not real! Those spores are making us hallucinate.”

Leo’s eyes widen.

“It’s….fake….? I….I didn’t bring him back here? You’re….you’re not….?”

“I’m the real deal, I promise.”

Leo feels the adrenaline that kept him standing give out along with his legs.

Ralph keeps him steady, moving to pick him up.

“N-No….just….let me use your arm, please.”

“You’re not in good shape Leo…..I heard you screaming.”

Leo breathes shakily.

“I want to know I can still make myself move.”

Raph isn’t entirely sure he gets it, but there was no way he was going to deny him what he seemed to need because of that.

He nods and puts Leo’s arm around his own since his shoulder would be too up high to help.

“We need to find Donnie and Mikey.”

“Maybe you can explain everything as we walk….I am so lost right now.”

“Not anymore, Leo.”

Leo smiles faintly.

“I’m going to let that corny thing pass since I think we could both use that right now.”

Raph smiles back and walks with him.

When the spores had first erupted around them, Donnie felt his hand get grabbed.

He knew who it was by the texture of the hand right away.

Of course the size is another indicator, but Donnie focused a lot on how things feel.

Raph’s hand is rougher than everyone else’s, both because he often uses his fists and the fact he lifts weights which causes calluses.

Leo’s hand is the softest because of his use of gloves during their fights, and the incredibly long list of skin care products he owns.

Mikey’s hand usually has something else on it, chalk dust, or finger paint, or, one time, peanut butter, which made Donnie gag.

That’s the hand that pulled him away.

They moved fairly fast.

“Ugh, this smells like when we found that cheese dad was hoarding so it could age. Be careful Mikey, we could start hallucinating at any moment.” Donnie warns.

“Maybe if you could do more than spend your time on dumb inventions we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

Donnie rips his hand out of his grip.

“You’re not-!….Am I trying to say something to a hallucination? Great, now I’m a cliché.”

Saying that other part out loud was also pointless, he knows.

He was basically talking to himself right now.

Those stupid invasive mushrooms were trying to turn baseless thoughts into tangible visions.

What he doesn’t understand is how and why it happened this way.

If it followed the pattern of what Mikey and Raph saw, he would see something he’s supposedly scared of relating to the Krang.

However, feeling and hearing shouldn’t have been part of it.

Had it been that case, what he did to help Raph wouldn’t have worked.

Was it the amount of spores? Was there a certain set of rules he wasn’t aware of?

He missed some variable, this is exactly why he hates when he’s missing data.

Donnie turns around to try to get back to where he was taken from.

“I can’t believe you chose those jerks over me.”

He’s taken aback by the new voice but tries to remind himself that it means nothing.

“It’s always about what you want. She makes fun of me and you join up with her just for a jacket? Do I really man less to you than a jacket…..?”

“That is not how I feel! She knows that!”

“Maybe…..maybe Donnie thinks we’re too dumb to be his brothers. He wishes we were like him.”

What? Mikey again?

“Are you kidding? I bet he wishes he was an only child. Donnie never cares about what we’re doing, he just waits to talk about what he’s doing.”

No, Raph wouldn’t say that!

He turns, only to see Leo right in front of him.

“Stop it! I know you’re not real!”

“Thanks for the advice, Donnie.”

“I didn’t give you any!”

“Sure you did. Back when Ghost Bear showed up. “Leo, sacrifice yourself? Buy us some time?” Does that ring any bells?”

Donnie freezes.

“I-It was a joke.”

“How about when I was supposed to protect you because I sell the least amount of toys?”

“Obviously another joke!”

“No, Donnie. It pushed me to do what had to be done. I’ll do it as many times as I need to.”

Donnie grits his teeth.

“No! You won’t! I’ll stop you!”

“Stop me? How? With another gift disguised as a way to tell me you hate me?”

“It was a real gift! I thought it would help!”

The shock collar suddenly appears on Leo.

“It’s a real pain in the neck, Dontron.”

It shocks him, making him writhe and scream in pain.

Donnie can’t help but scream as well.

[b1g-ju1cy]

Ooohhh scugs ocs are a band... Ooohhhh

I had some ideas about making them be in a band, genre? Electronic probably. They don't have a name but I've thought of something like explosive sugar (??) idk, names are hard.

(tap read more to see more about them)

This is all an anthro like au, but they have schools. The places where they live are probably metropolis and Moon's metropolis. I also thought that NSH and SRS also had scugs in their metropolis, but the language the scugs talk is not english, but something like spanish (SRS) and Portuguese (NSH)

Basically the iterators metropolis are kinda like countries, and Moons and Pebbles are both kinda connected so they are a bigger "country" than the other iterators

(canon character are around 27-34 human years old in this au)

(He/They) Inkii is the leader and creator of the band, they all met in highschool, and instantly became friends since they all liked music. They eventually formed a band for fun and to get money. Their biology is strange. Their skin is always dripping some kind of black liquid that is very very similar to the ink. The reasons why his skin does this are uknown. They also don't have any pupils, their eyes are just a cyan stare. They have a younger sibling, and he has a crush on Linu. Inkii plays the bass. They are an adult (19)

(They/its) Samdía is one of the main electric guitarists in the band. Their skin looks and feels kinda like a watermelon. ("Sandía" is watermelon in spanish, and the name "Sam" so i kinda fused those two things :-)). They have an older brother, but we wont talk about him. Samdía loves the scene aesthetic, and always wears clothings like scenecore. When they type, they replace the s for z, and example would be "hello guyz!! whatz up!!". They also use keyboard emoticons like ":3, XD, X3", their face are made of emoticons, so they don't have a regular face. They are an adult (20)

(She/them) Flow is a laid back slugcat, with two horns and a curious tail. They are always tired no matter how much they sleep. She usually has her tongue out, and she usually goes everywhere with her headphones. They are a big sanrio fan, specially Gudetama. She also knows a lot about computing, programming and editing. She usually edits the songs and add sounds to the songs, kinda like a DJ. She also knows how to play the drums, she sometimes plays it. They have no siblings, and their parents are never home. They are an adult. (20)

(He/Him) Linu is a very kind and nice scug. They are extremely light, due to their body is kinda like a cloud, so when they jump they usually jump higher than usual. They are the second guitarist of the band, but he is usually the main singer. He is also transgender, but their parents don't fully support him. His sibling is Enot (canon character.) Enot is around 27 while Linu is 18.

(She/He) Reichell likes to hang around places, she likes to do silly jokes and tease Inkii, she knows Inkii likes Linu. She likes to protect his friends, and makes sure everyone is included. She has a habit of caring more for the others than to herself. She plays the electric piano. She's usually aggressive with strangers. Even tho her personality is aggressive and kinda annoying sometimes, she's very good at comforting people and helping other. She's an adult (21)

EXTRAS:

they usually stay at someone's house (usually Inkii's) to practise together

They vc if they are not together

Pancrasio (Inkii's little sibbling) sometimes hang out with them, since most of the times, Inkii has to take care of them

Take in mind that this is still a wip, things may change in the future

[daisysolovely]

Aemma Targaryen 2

Aemma’s dragon

Hiiii, first of all, I want to thank you for all the feedback you’ve giving on the last part of Aemma’s story. I was so insecured and anxious when I posted it but your supports helped me tremendously and leaded me to this post. Secondly, this is another story about Aemma and her journey to claim her dragon. I hope you guys enjoy it and if you can, please let me know what you like or dislike about this story. 

I think this part will help you understand futher why Aemma didn’t hesitate to take the hit that meant for Aemond and it will also explain for a lot of thing for the future part ( if there is any). It took place when she was a child. But don’t worry, I’ll writing the story taking place after Aemond’s event as well. This one just haunted my mind for so long that I need to write it down ASAP XD 

This one is very long btw and I think I might not done it justic but I’ll try to edit it after. 

Summary: Aemma’s insecurity leaded Daemon to help her and the only thing to sovles a problem in Targaryen’s style is...dragon. 

P/s: I am not native English speaker so please forgive me if there is any grammar mistake in it, I’ll try to edit it. I am unexperience writer as well so feedback would be highly appreciated. 

Aemma’s series: Losing an eye, A ruby eye, A Pawn, A Proposal

Anyway, enjoy~~~

 Every since Aemma was born, she had been surrounded by darkness. Yet, she didn’t fear darkness like some did. She embraced it instead and found the silver lining in it. For instance, the princess took pride in her hearing abilities and often told her sister and father she could hear their footstep whenever they were near. And she would often reward with praise. Even her brother, Aegon thought she was a genius. 

Aemma dragged her brother along with her to the garden. She loved hearing Aegon describe the shape of the cloud even though she might not be able to imagine it. She would never know what a horse look like or a bird look like. But she appreciated Aegon’s effort and his excitement. It filled her with warmth and love. 

“That one looks like my dragon.” Aegon pointed out as he excitedly exclaimed. The boy’s dragon had hatched not long after his birth and he had been eager to talk about his baby to everyone. 

But the prince quickly shut his mouth when he realised he had just hit a touching topic. Even at the tender age of 6, the boy had learned what he should say and what not to, due to the court’s influence on the boy. He eyed his sister warily, concerned about how she might react. 

Much to his surprise, Aemma smiled and sighed in contentment. “I wish I could know what a dragon looks like.” She muttered. “They must be very majestic, aren’t they?” 

“They are.” Confirmed Aegon. 

“I wonder if Rhaenrya would let me ride her dragon with her, that would be wonderful.” 

“When mine becomes big, we can ride together.” The prince suggested and successfully made the princess's smile wider. 

Aemma loved Aegon as she did with her family. But during that time of her life, the young princess adored her younger brother, even more than she did her sister and brother. He knew how to make her day, say the right thing and all in all, was a great sibling. For young Aemma, that was enough. 

The mention of the dragon, however, stayed with Aemma throughout the day. No matter how hard she tried, the cursed princess couldn’t forget about that conversation. That was when she started to notice things… or rather, words. 

The hearing she used to pride in, started to betray her. The young princess began to notice what others had talked about behind her back, thinking she was out of earshot. And a seed of doubt was planted in her young mind. 

It started with questioning herself… 

Aemma was a Targaryen and proud to be one. But a Targaryen was known to bond with their dragon. Why didn’t she have one then? Was it because she was cursed? And why she couldn’t see like the rest of her family? Was it because her mother died giving birth to her? 

Aemma couldn’t understand, and the young child didn’t know how to verbalise her concern. But the longer she doubted herself, the quiet she seemed to grow. You would think that with how doting Rhaenerya and the king were toward Aemma, they would pick up the sign immediately. That didn’t happen, however. Even at a young age, Aemma was skilled in hiding her true emotion. 

The princess started to hate her hearing ability and wished under the moon for it to be taken away as god did with her eyesight. The princess prayed every night to her mother and apologised for causing her death. In the young Aemma’s mind, it was all her fault.

____

The Red Keeper was celebrated for the third name day of the second prince, Aemond. And there were more noble arriving to cheer and attend the happy event. To everyone, this was a time for celebration. But for Aemma, it was disastrous. 

The young princess loved her brother, naturally. But she was extremely overwhelmed with her surrounding, finding herself bumming into people more than usual and the noise was just too loud for her liking. 

When people gathered, they talked as well. 

“Have you met the young princess?” Asked a noble lady. 

“Ah, the cursed one?” Another lady said in a whisper tone. 

“Yeah, that one. The one without a dragon.” The first one said, her tone slightly mocking. “She kept bumping into people and walls, I’ve seen her tripping more than I could count.” The lady told her friend. 

“What do you expect from a blind princess?” 

“Honestly, if she wasn’t a princess, she would be downright worthless, wouldn’t she? Don’t even have a dragon and couldn’t walk decently to save her own life.” 

“I wouldn’t be surprised if the topic of her marriage would become a burden for the King and the queen.” 

The other snickered. “I doubt she could be married off, not suitable to be wife material, wouldn’t she?” 

“One might marry for her money.” 

And the two laughed cruelly, clerking their goblets to cheer on their conversation. 

Little did they know, the mentioned princess had heard every single word they said. 

Aemma’s face fell, she gripped her dress and whimpered slightly. The young girl kept telling herself not to cry for the Targaryen wouldn’t tolerate weak links. But her existence was a weak link and burden itself, wasn’t it? In her defence, Aemma had tried to walk on her own, and she did. The other day, she had just walked to the Throne room all by herself and her father even praised her. She simply couldn’t control herself sometimes… But they were right, she supposed. 

How was she supposed to marry anyone? She couldn’t even walk straight… And she didn’t have a dragon… 

Was she really a Targaryen? 

Unknowingly, a tear ran down the young princess’s cheek, then another and another. Soon, she went full sobbing while sitting in a corner. She was surrounded by waves of laughter and giggling, a joyful and merry place. 

Suddenly, the princess could hear a few heavy footsteps walking toward her and the train of tears stopped almost instantly. The young princess hugged herself tightly, preparing herself for what was to come. This was a stranger, she was certain as their pace was foreign to her. 

“Aemma?” Asked the stranger warily. “I am Daemon, your uncle…” He said softly while kneeling at the princess’s level. Despite knowing her disability, the Rogue prince still looked into her eyes as if he was talking to a normal person. The only different thing was the prince was softer than usual. 

To say Daemon was shocked to find his niece in the garden this late at night was underestimated. But to see tears on her adorable face? The Rogue prince was concerned, however, he was cautious about approaching her for they had never officially met before. He was exiled after her birth and he doubted the young princess could recognise him. Besides, the prince was worried about how she might react toward strangers. He understood that one could be on very high guard if they couldn’t see. 

“Uncle Daemon?” She whispered.

Aemma had, of course, heard the tale about her Rogue prince. In her mind, he was a mighty warrior who went to war for their family and the best swordsman they would ever have. Nobody had ever informed her of the Rogue prince’s notorious reputation or how ruthless his personality could be and that was probably a good thing too. 

Naturally, she was elated to meet Daemon. The princess had always wanted to meet him. Sadly, however, she couldn’t find it in her to greet her uncle with a gleeful attitude. 

“That’s right.” The Rogue prince hummed softly, his hand going to fix her hair slightly. “What happened, princess? Did anyone do something to you?” 

Despite his soft tone, the fire in Daemon’s eyes was anything but. 

Aemma’s pouty lips trembled and she burst into tears again once Daemon asked. Her uncontrollable and sudden cry surprised the Rogue Prince. He went to caress her hair while not knowing what to do.

“Am I a Targaryen, uncle?” She asked out of the blue and caught Daemon completely off guard. 

Why in the seven hells would she even doubt that? The man thought to himself. One with eyes could see how Targaryen she was, with perfect silver hair and beautiful violet eyes that resembled her sister, but a lighter shade. 

“Konir sagon daor sesīr iā másino, dārilaros” That's not even a question, princess, Daemon said as his fingers twirled with the end of her silver hair. The Rogue prince chuckled upon seeing her confused expression. “Have nobody taught you High Valyrian, zaldrītsos?” Little Dragon. 

Unexpectedly, the princess shook her head. She had heard her sister and father talking in the language before and Rhanerya even told her about the glorious tale of their ancestor and their origin. Yet, Aemma had trouble trying to learn the language, something that she was deeply ashamed of. 

“How’s about I teach you some?” The prince suggested and he seemed shocked by his proposal as well. But it was too late for him to take it back now. 

“Really?” The princess asked hopefully, her eyes seemingly glistening up. 

“Yes, I will teach you and when I finish, you will tell me what troubles you today. What do you think, zaldrītsos?” 

Aemma bit the bottom of her lips, seemingly to be deep in thought. Yet she showed no sign of hesitation, only an act of wanting to negotiate. “We got ourselves a deal, then.” She then smiled. 

“Yes, princess, we got a deal. I intend to keep my end of the deal so I hope you will do the same.” Aemma could hear a hint of amusement in his voice and dared to say he was jesting her. For a moment, she wished she could see the infamous Rogue Prince’s handsome face. Aemma bet his smile would be very pretty. 

“I’ll.” The cursed princess insisted confidently. 

—---

For the next few days, Aemma spent her days learning High Valyrian with her uncle. And it was proven to be a challenge teaching Aemma the language. The princess blushed every time she couldn’t recall the word she learnt last time but Daemon, surprisingly, encouraged her and waited slowly for her to memorise it. 

Even a few times, Aemma had improved tremendously thanks to Daemon, who was so proud of his niece. A part of the Rogue Prince was also impressed by how patient he was. 

“Have you remembered the phrase?” He asked Aemma, the two sat in the garden, a knight observing the pair from afar. The Rogue Prince took a sip of his goblet as he watched the young princess mumbling repeatedly the phrase he taught previously. “Don’t be scared, we can learn again if you don’t remember.” 

Aemma shook her head, a determined expression on her beautiful face. “I think I got it, uncle.” 

“Sȳz riña, tell that to your father when you see him. I’m certain he’ll be pleased.” Good girl

“You think so?” The princess questioned nervously. She found spending time with her uncle oddly soothing, contradicting the impression she had from the tale about him. The prince was kind, and patient to her and the young Aemma was grateful for it. A part of her, however, felt guilty for spending all her time with her uncle. She should have shared him with Aegon, who she hadn’t met since Aemond’s name day. The young princess thought that her brother might want to play with their uncle as well and internally scolded her for being so selfish. 

She shouldn’t hog him to herself… 

“I know so, zaldrītsos” Little dragon. The prince suddenly cleared his throat and Aemma immediately raised her head to the level of his voice. “Now, I think it’s time for you to keep your end of the deal.” 

Aemma dropped her face and fidgeted with her fingers. She didn’t know how to voice her though and doubt clouded the young princess. But she wasn’t going to break her promise… Her beloved sister had taught Aemma that a promise was not to be broken or she wouldn’t be trustworthy. 

“Why don’t I have a dragon, uncle?” She asked, her innocence showed through her young voice and the naivety on her face made the question sound painful to hear. “Was it because I am cursed?” 

Daemon clenched his jaw tightly. How on the seven hells did Aemma have this absurd idea? The Rogue prince wished to know the person daring to say such absurdity and he vowed heads would be rolling when he found out. At that moment, the prince successfully connected the dot and frowned deeply. “Is this why you ask if you were a Targaryen, zaldrītsos?” 

The princess shamefully nodded. From all the days she had spent with her uncle Daemon, she saw a lot of Targaryen’s traits in him and the young princess admired her uncle, wishing she could be as mighty as him. She admired how confident he was, wanting to carry herself with the same attitude. To the young Aemma, her uncle was the ideal Targaryen, a model to look up to. But that would soon change with times when she began to see the world clearer… 

Sighing, Daemon shifted in his seat and leaned to be closer to the young princess, his hand brushing through her silky hair. “I want you to understand that with or without a dragon, you are a Targaryen, it runs in your blood. Who dares to question it will answer before the Dark sister.” He said. “And you might not have a dragon now, but be patient. I am certain when the time is right, you will meet your dragon.” 

“Really?” The princess bit her lips, she wished to believe Daemon’s words but her head kept denying it, drowning her in self-doubt. “But I am the weak link, will I even be worthy of a dragon?” 

“You are not a weak link and you will never be!” Daemon shouted suddenly, slammed the table and sent the princess flinching. The Rogue prince took a pause upon the realisation of his overreacting, he sat back down and went to brush Aemma’s silver lock, tucking it behind her hair. For some reason, Aemma’s hair always rested messy. “Do you want to hear a secret?” The prince lowered his voice for dramatic effect and the young princess was immediately intrigued. She had always been a curious little thing. “You are the bravest girl I’ve ever known.” 

The young princess blushed at the praise from someone she admired so much and beamed from ear to ear. She mumbled a thank you to her uncle, and appreciated his compliment as somehow, she felt so assured. Perhaps recognition from someone as strong as Daemon was that priceless. Even years later, she still felt pride whenever she recalled this little moment. 

Needless to say, Aemma was over the moon. All of her doubts seemed to disappear for now. 

Daemon smiled upon seeing Aemma’s reaction. She was a sweet nature child who had the purest soul he ever had the pleasure to encounter, a complete contradiction to her other sibling, Aegon who Daemon detested ever since he was born. The prince watched his niece, his head’s gear seemed to run restlessly until he clacked. 

“Princess, do you want to ride Caraxes with me?” He invited the princess, knowing she wouldn’t turn down the opportunity. She had expressed her interest in dragons from the past few days they spent together, particularly in the tale of his adventure on Caraxes’s back. 

So, Daemon took his niece’s hand and guided her to the dragon pit. On the way, he didn’t forget to warn her how loud the dragon could be and that she should stay back before he allowed her to encounter Caraxes. Aemma was eager, nodded at every instruction and her step felt lighter. 

Caraxes growled loudly as a greeting when he spotted Daemon from afar, the dragon leaned closer to touch its companion. “Nyke jaelagon ao naejot rhaenagon someone” I want you to meet someone. Having the dragon’s agreement, Daemon went to get Aemma, standing closely behind her while guiding her to Caraxes. 

Caraxes was sceptical about the tiny human at first, seeming to be on guard as he watched the young princess getting closer to him. But like any Targaryen, the dragon was soon to accept her, leaning for the young princess to pat his head. 

Meanwhile, the young princess was smiling from ear to ear. She slowly patted his head, trying to figure out his form in her mind. And surprisingly, Caraxes allowed her to pet him as well. Daemon watched the exchange with a smile, but his stand was wary, ready to get in action if Caraxes decided to harm the little girl. 

Soon, Daemon helped Aemma on Caraxes and the two were off Red Keeps. The Rogue prince had something in mind and he need confirmation. 

—--

Daemon flew to Dragonstone with Aemma sitting before him, the princess couldn’t stop laughing the entire trip, and constantly asked him about their destination. 

“It’s a surprise, princess.” He said. 

The Rogue prince even allowed the young princess to take the reign and stirred it with him. He was understanding and encouraging the young girl when she felt timid and insecure due to her disability. “How about we do it together? How does that sound?” Suggested Daemon and earned himself a nod from the cursed princess. 

The pair landed near one of the smoking caverns of the Dragonmont. Daemon left Caraxes behind while carrying Aemma in one hand, another a torch. 

“You need to be quiet, alright?” The prince muttered to his niece who nodded in return and adorably placed her hand on her lips. 

Aemma was curious, she had been the entire time. Not knowing where she has stressed the young princess out and she had to constantly remind herself to trust her uncle. He wouldn’t harm her, she would know if he wanted to. From what she had learned, Daemon wouldn’t even bother to harm her. Her chance of becoming her sister’s heir is little to none. Therefore, why would he hurt her? 

If Daemon was aware of his niece’s thoughts, he would laugh out loud. Unlike what the court believed, Daemon didn’t want the throne to himself, not if it meant he would be chained down. Hence, he wouldn’t harm the little princess. Besides, he liked Aemma. That was a convincing reason enough. 

The Rogue prince started to sing and Aemma recognised the melody almost immediately as it was the lullaby her sister used whenever she tucked the cursed princess in bed. The young girl perked up in her uncle’s arms, trying to decipher her surrounding with sound. It didn’t take long for her to a roar was heard from afar, scaring the young princess. 

Aemma buried her head in her uncle’s neck while making herself focus on her uncle’s voice instead. This was terrifying, the young princess found and she wished to be out of that place immediately, especially when the loud noise hurt her hearing. 

Slowly, Daemon put his niece down at a far enough distance from the creature, not forgetting to instruct Aemma. “Stay here and don’t move, princess. I’ll be back soon.” He said, leaving a kiss on her temple before moving toward the sound direction. 

Sitting still, Aemma tapped her fingers on her lap, trying to stay calm while paying attention to the smallest sound she could hear. But so far, the sound of the creature Aemma recognised as the dragon was anything but. The young princess figured this dragon must be larger than Caraxes for the latter wasn’t as loud. 

Why did her uncle bring her here? Aemma thought to herself. 

But she was quick to know the answer. Aemma was picked up by her uncle again, this time, he moved slower until the two were close to the dragon. 

“Vermithor, this is princess Aemma.” The prince presented the cursed princess to his grandfather’s dragon and watched in awe as the said dragon observed the princess in Daemon’s arms.

Slowly, Vermithor leaned closer to sniff the young girl, sending her to still while Daemon laughed, and assured her it wasn’t dangerous. After what seemed like forever, Vermithor nudged Aemma and placed its head in her hand when she offered it. Confusing at what had just happened, the young princess absentmindedly pet the large dragon, not knowing she was petting one of the largest dragons the Targaryen had. 

Daemon contentedly smirked, “I thought so.” He said to himself, putting his niece down and watching the exchange between Vermithor and Aemma. 

The moment Aemma was put down, she was immediately attacked by Vermithor. The large dragon nudged her and let out a growl as a greeting. “Rytsas” Aemma said softly, as she caress the head of Vermithor, a warm feeling ran through her, taking over every inch of her skin like a wide fire. And she knew… just like that, she knew she had her dragon. “Uncle!” She exclaimed out of joy. 

“I know, congratulation, princess.” Daemon replied. “Now, no more doubting yourself?” 

The princess nodded eagerly, beaming brightly. 

Daemon had thought about the Grey ghost and the possibility of Aemma claiming the dragon for its soft nature. But the Rogue prince changed his mind. Aemma was special and a wild dragon was a difficult case for any normal dragon rider to claim. So, he thought about Vermithor who was growing tolerant of the presence of humans and more willing to accept riders. The rogue prince decided to take a gamble and brought Aemma here. It paid off, it seemed. 

In the rogue prince’s mind, being dragonless was what drove Aemma to her distressed state. Therefore, by helping her claim a dragon, the prince successfully treated her problem. 

If only it was so easy… 

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Meanwhile, back at Red Keep, the King went feral when he noticed his brother and second daughter’s absence. His anger went spiralling upon the notice of Caraxes in the sky. 

When Viserys ran to the dragon pit, he was in for a surprise. Behind the king was his first son, Aegon who was concerned for the cursed princess’s wellbeing and blamed him for not protecting her. The two didn’t expect what was to come. 

The king and the prince watched in awe as Aemma sat on Caraxes with Daemon, and Vermithor trailing closely behind. It didn’t take much to figure out the situation. 

Aemma claimed Vermithor! 

Aegon cheered in delight, pride-filled his eyes as he watched his sister getting off Caraxes. While the king was equally proud, standing with his eyes heated up at the sight. Viserys never think there was a day when Aemma would be able to claim her dragon. It wasn’t because he doubted his daughter, but for her disability, the king never dared to dream of a day like this. 

Under his watchful eyes, his brother whispered something to his daughter, causing Aemma to giggle. Aemma spun around, seemingly to be in search of something. “Father?” She asked. 

“I am here, love.” It didn’t take Aemma long to figure out his direction as the young princess turned on her heels and moved quickly toward him, causing the king to walk forward, his arms ready to catch his daughter if she fell. 

“Avy jorrāelan, kepa” I love you, father. The word came out of her effortlessly, giving the impression of fluency when in fact, she had struggled with the phrase hours ago. Once she said it, all doubt and fear seemed to fade. 

For a second, Viserys thought he misheard his daughter and the man was on cloud nine. He took the girl in his arms, whispering sweet nothing in her ears while smothered kisses on her forehead. “Avy jorrāelan tolī, issa dōna riñnykeā.” I love you too, my sweet child. 

They hugged for a second before the king left the princess to her brother who hugged her when given chance. “You have a dragon!” He said. “I am so proud of you, Aemma.” 

“Thank you, Aegon.” 

“But now I can’t ride with you.” Aegon pouted. 

“I think I will still need some assistance.” Aemma immediately offered.

“I will do it.” The prince jumped in instantly, joy filled his tone. He was pleased that he was the one she asked, his sister obviously needed him. 

Unknowingly to Aegon and Aemma, their brother, Aemond was watching from afar, hoping one day he could achieve the same thing. 

Meanwhile, Viserys walked toward Daemon, his facial holding the same furious expression as previously. “You took her without my permission.” 

“I don’t need your permission, brother.” 

The King didn’t say anything, only studied his brother… After a moment of intense silence, he decided to confess. “But thank you… for everything you’ve done for Aemma. She is very happy thanks to you.” He said while eyeing the young princess who was gleefully talking to Aegon. 

“No need to thank me, I only did what I wanted.” And what the rogue prince wanted was his niece’s happiness. 

The two men were having the same goal and different approaches, Aemma’s happiness. If only they knew… that happiness wouldn’t last for long and never came back afterwards. 

[covenofwives]

lee older god siblings

ler younger god siblings

u can pick if u wanna do one or all of them idm

and ur free not to do this request if u dont want to :innocent:

Thank you so so much for your patience and for this prompt! I honestly loved working on this one so much and I'm so glad I did all three of them ^^

Story under the cut because it is LOOOOOOONG

To an average human, XD was unnaturally tall. To a child, he was a giant. To his siblings he was perfect for climbing. It wasn’t out of the question for XD to be sitting around and he’d feel little hands grasping onto his cloak and crawling up his back. If they made it to his hood, they’d win and he’d scoop them in his arms as a reward.

Of course Dream decided that climbing over the cloak was too easy so now he had to crawl under the cloak and climb up XD’s back. This was fine until Dream started gripping into XD’s sides and squeezing up  his armpits for support. A little hand grasped onto XD’s side making the God flinch.

“Dreheam…” The warning tone was hard to keep with the giggling. “Th-That’s tihihickly…”

The response was a small giggle. The hand in XD’s side let go, resettling under XD’s shoulder blade. He wasn’t holding on for support and more scribbling into the bare skin. XD didn’t think his back was that ticklish but he wiggled and arched his back trying to shake off the scribbling fingers.

“Rihihight! Thahat’s ihihit!” XD reached his lower hands behind him. He made an exaggerated grab for Dream, hearing a yelp.

Dream’s hand left and XD could feel him scurry around their side. Both hands now stuck into their armpit, tickling as fast as his little fingers could.

“Dreheheahaham! AHACK!” XD flinched from the tickles and fell over on his side; and of course Dream being caught in the cloak fell with him. Dream squealed with a mix of delight and frightful excitement, using the fall to crawl over XD’s front and start tickling up and down the tall God’s ribs.

“Ohohohokahay! OHOhOhokaHAHAY! Yohohou wihin!” XD turned on his back. Dream kneeled over his stomach, digging his fingers into the divots between the rib bones and vibrating his hands. “YohOHOhou WIHIHIN! STOHOhohoHOHOhohOP!”

One of XD’s set of hands came up and grabbed around Dream’s waist. But he never stopped his brother, and Dream didn’t stop tickling. Not until XD started to get tired, and the hands on Dream’s waist started tickling back, watching the little Dream crumble and curl up into XD’s chest.

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GeorgeHD was a caring guardian despite all appearances. To George at least he was caring and attentive and while that seems like a nice thought, living through it was another story. HD’s absence just meant that now he was back in George’s life, he was over protective and so George was always fussed over.

If one hair was out of line, it’d be corrected with one of the ethereal hands brushing through his whole hair. If his outfit was even slightly messy, the hands popped in, setting and soothing every piece of clothing. George could trip, not even fall, and the hands worried over him for the next five minutes.

George appreciated the care, but it was getting annoying. Today he sat up in the clouds with HD, relaxing and reading while HD was just a few feet away working on something. There was a piece of hair falling in front of George’s eyes but he’d chosen to ignore it. HD’s helper hands did not though and every while kept fussing his hair back into shape. It only annoyed George more because moving the strand of hair out of his face just meant it fell back in his face the next minute and the hand would fuss again.

After the twelfth time of this happening, George’s patience snapped. When the white hand popped in again George grabbed it. He moved without really thinking, just knowing he wanted to do something to the hand to let out his frustrations without violence, and pressed his lips against the palm to blow a raspberry.

A loud, bubbly squeal came from behind George. He turned around, looking back to HD who turned to face him too. The God’s cheeks were blushing a bright pink and the colour stripes were turning a hue of orange.

George felt the hand he still held wriggle in his grasp and grinned.

“G-Geheohorge… Geohorge! D-Dohon’t!”

George blew another raspberry into the palm. He felt the fingers wiggle in panic, and the hand tugged, trying to get away. Another one of the ethereal hands appeared, grabbing at George’s shoulder to pull him off and George pounced.

He grabbed the hand around his shoulder, stretching it out and scribbling along the smooth palm. The hand wiggled again as HD laughed again.

GeohOHOHohorge! STAHAhahaHAHAP!”

George didn’t stop. Watching the hand fight, wiggling its fingers and trying to push George’s off was too much fun and a great let out for his frustration. He thought he done for when HD’s wrapped his arms around him, but to George surprise his sibling never stopped him. He wrapped his arms around George’s waist, burying his head into George’s back and laughing against his shirt. It tickled slightly on George’s back, but it only gave him more incentive to stretch out the hand and blow another raspberry.

“GEHEHEOHOHOHORGE! L-Leheahave m-mihiy HaAHAHANDS ALOHOHONE!”

George nibbled along the palm as HD laughed and squeaked and nuzzled into the back of George’s shirt. George tickled along the palm again, nibbling up on the fingers, giggling along with his sibling and deciding to keep it to himself that HD had the power to make his helper hands vanish any time he wanted.

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Sapnap4K loved Sapnap, there was no question about it. He adored his brother with all of his heart and he’d spend all the time in the world with him if his brother asked. But, 4K also needed to rest.

Usually Sapnap was busy with his own kingdom so it wasn’t like 4K didn’t have any free time, but today had to be the day Sapnap wanted to visit and 4K was exhausted.

The nether God was lounging over his bed when he heard Sapnap enter into the bastion and run up to look for 4K. The God gave a low groan, before burying their head into their pillow and tired to pretend to be asleep.

“4Kaaaaaaay! Where are you?!” Sapnap’s voice boomed along the bastion.

Sapnap’s voice was getting louder over the past few days. 4K could feel his tail twitch and try to wag in pride, but he made it wrap around his leg and keep up the ruse of pretending to be asleep.

4K’s ear twitched as he heard Sapnap come into the room. His brother stepped quietly into the room. He could hear Sapnap creep up to the edge of the bed, pausing for a moment before scoffing.

“You’re not even asleep! I can see you faking!”

4K had to control and stifle their lips from smiling. They kept it together and their face stoic but they couldn’t hear Sapnap anymore. 4K thought he’d maybe left, but they would have surely heard him.

4K let the silence settle for a few seconds more before curiosity got the better of him and he risked peeking open his eyes. To see Sapnap right in front of him, watching his face and suddenly jumping up.

“I knew you were faking!” The younger sibling shrieked and jumped onto the bed. Half jumping onto 4K. “Get UP!”

4K coughed to the jump, turning over as Sapnap tried to shake him awake. “Sahap! Lehet me slehehep!”

“You said you’d take me to find debris!” The word used to describe their fighting was more a scuffle. 4K was, lazily, trying to push Sapnap away while Sap would dodge under the arms and poke into 4K again. Eventually Sapnap got a good dodge in, and pinched into 4K’s sides.

4K jolted as the barking laugh came out. Followed by another when Sap’s other hand got into 4K’s other side and he squeezed up and down.

“Wahaihit! O-Okahahay! Ihi’m uhuhup! Ihihhi’m UHUHUHUP!” 4K threw his head back in a laugh. That just gave Sap the perfect opportunity to straddle over 4K’s waist and pinch all up and down the Nether God’s sides and ribs. “OHOHOHoHoohOHOHo f-fuhuHUHUHUCK! SAHAHAHAPNAHAHAHAP!”

“This is what you get for pretending to be asleep! When your own brother just wanted to spend time with you!” Sapnap tickled long 4K’s ribs when he realised the God laughed harder there. He could feel 4K’s legs kick behind him and his hips buck, but his arms remained out by his sides, keeping his ribs open and free to attack.

4K was absolutely loving this but if Sapnap was completely honest, he was loving it too.

[sweet-evie]

Lelouch & Nunnally : Seto & Mokuba

I NEED TO WORD VOMIT AND AIR OUT SOME THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS 😂

I love their sibling relationships. 🥰

I love that Lelouch dotes on Nunnally the same way Seto dotes on Mokuba.

I love how both older brothers did everything they could to raise and protect the younger.

But while I love both of them, I adore the other more.

I think Kaiba’s relationship with Mokuba (in the anime) is better than Lelouch’s with Nunnally’s. 😁

Mokuba, at least, is aware of most of the things his brother is doing. He’s rarely in-the-dark when it comes to Kaiba’s schemes. He implements some of them, and is technically the 2nd-in-command at Kaiba Corp. Whether something is done to selfishly feed Kaiba’s ego or otherwise, Mokuba knows a lot about it. And because of that, acts as a solid buffer between Kaiba and Yugi’s group. (Seto will never admit it, but they are friends xD). Mokuba is Kaiba’s moral compass and only anchor to his humanity.

Nunnally, on the other hand… Well~ Lelouch kept her in the dark through his entire plot. Yes, I understand he did it because he thought it was best, and he’d rather have his sister shielded from the cruelty of the world.

But as we see through the story’s progression, that didn’t pan out very well, did it?

If Nunnally knew about Zero and Lelouch being one in the same person early on, I’m sure she would have objected at first, but with explanations from Lelouch, she would’ve understood. Perhaps things would have panned out a lot easier, and maybe even Euphy would have stayed alive.

Because he lied and insisted on the mask, he created a weakness (a hole) that Schneizel later manipulated and exploited. Unpopular opinion, but I think Lelouch underestimates his sister’s ability to see the way he sees things.

But that’s also because Lelouch is actively seeking revenge. He uses Nunnally as an excuse and to validate his own ongoing vendetta against the royal family. It’s fun to think of Lelouch as a character with a noble heart. Yes, he does have one. But it’s clouded by hatred and wrath, and a thirst to see his adversaries crumble. At least, in R1, that’s how it is.

Yay character development!!

But with that said, when it comes to picking the better person, I would say ‘Lelouch’ any day.

Lelouch is a better person than Seto Kaiba.

Seto Kaiba does most of the things he does for Mokuba or for his own pride. (That's why I love him, bitch 🤩)

Lelouch was similar in the beginning, but his ambitions eventually matured, and turned into selfless wishes for the world instead. And I love that about him.

[lyokotyper95]

Pokemon XD: Evening Notes

I’ve been getting back into Colosseum and XD Gale of Darkness. So I wrote up a fan fiction about Micheal, Jovi, and Lily

Michael is sitting at his desk. He’s scribbling in his blue lined notebook

“Alright, so fire is weak to water, ground, and rock. I’ll have to remember that for the next simulation battle. And let’s see, fire is super effective against-“

“Big brother!”

Micheal drops his pen in surprise. He sighs, turning around in his chair and looks at Jovi standing near his room. She’s in her light blue pajamas, with white clouds all over. Her hands are behind her back as she smiles widely 

“What do you want Jovi?”

Jovi stretches her arms down by her sides and clenches her fists. She stomps her foot

“No fair! Big brother is being mean!”

“I’m not trying to be mean! I’m just busy right now!”

Jovi relaxed her arms and her eyes widened with curiosity

“Oh! Jovi wants to see!”

“Fine. Come here”

Jovi ran inside Micheals room. She reached up to his desk and looked at his notes 

“Wow! What is all this?”

“Just some notes I’ve been writing about todays simulation battle”

“Is it because you lost?”

“Yeah. I want to get better though, so I’m reviewing what I did wrong”

Jovi rests her arms and head onto the desk. Micheal pushed out his seat and patted his lap

“Come on. You can sit”

Jovi perked up and sat atop Micheal’s lap

“Ow! I keep telling you not to sit down so hard”

“Jovi is excited!”

Micheal scooted in his chair and held onto the desk. Jovi looked through Michael’s notes 

“You write so much big brother! More than Jovi!”

“I always write. It’s good for practice. You should too if you want to be a trainer”

“Nu uh! Jovi doesn’t want to fight! Jovi will never put Minun in a fight!”

“But if you had a Plusle they’d work pretty good together”

“No fighting!”

“Alright alright. Just think about it”

Jovi continued to read Michaels notes. She pointed at where he left off

“Big brother didn’t finish!”

“Oh yeah, I was writing that part till you came in”

“Don’t worry big brother. Jovi can do it for you!”

“Huh?!”

Jovi picked up Michaels pen and started writing

“Hey?! What are you doing?!”

“Jovi is almost done…there!”

Jovi placed down the pen. Micheal read what Jovi wrote 

“Fire is super effective against grass, bug, and ice. Woah! You got it right!”

Jovi crossed her arms and smiled 

“Jovi is smart!”

Micheal patted and rubbed Jovi’s head

“Alright, you did good. But your hand writing could use some work”

“Jovi’s handwriting is fine”

As the two continued to talk, they heard a voice behind them 

“You both should be in bed by now”

Micheal turned his seat, holding Jovi in place 

“Hi mom”

“Hi mommy!”

Lily crossed her arms against her pink robe 

“It’s getting late. I know it’s summer but I don’t want you kids staying up past bed time!”

“But mommy, big brother needed me! I helped him with his notes!”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah! So if Jovi wasn’t here, Micheal would mess up!”

“I was managing till you came in!”

Lily chuckled 

“Thank you Jovi. Now, time for bed!”

“Aw!”

Jovi jumped off Michaels lap and ran up to Lily. Lily kneeled down and hugged Jovi, along with a kiss on the forehead 

“Goodnight sweetie”

“Night mommy!”

Jovi ran out of Michaels room and into her own. Lily walked up to Michael 

“Im glad you’re both getting along better. You both used to fight so much when you were younger”

“She’s still annoying but it used to be worse. Like when she eat my snacks and took my toys”

“Little siblings can be a pain. So, how’s the studying coming?”

“Pretty good! I can’t wait to do another simulation battle!”

“Im so proud. If your father were here he’d be so happy to see how dedicated you’ve become”

“Yeah. Sometimes I wish he was still here”

Lily hugged Michael

“I know sweetie. We all do”

She patted Michaels back before separating 

“We’ll time for bed.”

“Ok mom. See you tomorrow”

“Good night”

“Night mom”

Lily ruffled Micheals hair before walking away. She turned off the light and left his room. Micheal closed his book, put away his pen, and walked over to bed. He got under his covers and stared up at the ceiling 

“I hope you’re proud dad. I still think about you”

He closed his eyes and went to bed 

[memorydragon]

"You got your little brother a play date.  Are you happy now?" Wen Qing asked, her sharp eyes watching Lan Wangji like a hawk. "He won't hurt your brother," Lan Xichen said mildly, knowing it was just as much of a 'play date' for Wen Qionglin as for Wangji. "You're right.  They're equally terrified of each other," Wen Qing said dryly.

Lan Xichen looked over to where his brother and Wen Qionglin were practicing archery and it was indeed the case.  Wangji was afraid of growing too close, and Wen Qionglin was sadly intimidated by Lan Wangji's disposition. 

He sighed and said,  "It'll be good for them." Wen Qing raised an eyebrow at him, but she also hadn't protested too much when he approached her with this idea.  "Besides, they're..." 

They both watched as Lan Wangji effortlessly hit the target.  Wen Qionglin's nerves made his own shot go wide, to which Lan Wangji attempted to help awkwardly.   "They're really adorable together," he finished, knowing Wen Qing's scowl was covering how cute she found her little brother too.  He was admittedly very cute, with his stutter and generally sweet disposition.  Obviously not as cute as Lan Wangji, but definitely a very close second.

If you want to go through previous posts about this eventual fic of mine, just click on the tag Time Traveled and Traumatized at the end of the post.

Wen Qing and Lan Xichen watching their little brothers.  XD  And yes, Wen Qing does agree that they are cute (eventually, even Lan Wangji grows on her), though she won’t admit that here.  And, obviously, her little brother is the cutest.

Who has the cutest younger brother/shidi is definitely going to be a bit of thread that will continue to crop up occasionally.  There are five separate and distinct opinions on this, though I don’t imagine it would surprise anyone which are the big sibling’s favorites.  It’s a pity no one will ask Qingheng-Jun, because he’d definitely say Lan Qiren and that would definitely blow some minds. 

Lan Wangji is a bit scared of getting close to someone due to some internalized homophobia from rumors (and some canon repression from him, poor dear), and some internalized abandonment issues.  In his own words:

This part of him that was attracted to men terrified him.  Being attracted to anyone was scary enough as it was, even without that.  What if he was attracted to the wrong person?  What if one day, he went to see them and they no longer wanted to speak to him? (What if the door stayed closed, no matter how long he waited?)

Poor dear.  Lan Xichen talked him through some of that in the previous scene, but it’s gonna take him a bit to really come to terms with it, so he’s still a bit flighty for this ‘play date’. 

It occurred to me if anyone might be interested in this future fic of mine, they might want to know the word count as I’m typing.  So I’ll start adding that to these posts. 

As of this post, it’s currently at 13,905 typed words, and I’ll probably go a bit longer tonight.  And that’s at about 17/89 pages in my notebook I’ve typed up, to give you some idea its length.  And I only just wrote the end of the Cloud Recesses arc, this fucker is too long.  Anyway, in terms of my first fixit fic, it’s not convincing me to ever attempt another, but I always was a sucker for time travel, so who knows.

[sleekervae]

The Neighbour [2.3]

Masterlist

A/N: Still waiting for PR’s new content like a dog waiting for its dinner XD. Anyway, thanks again so much for your patience. I super appreciate everyone taking the time to read my stories. Likes are super great to have, but just a reminder that reblogs and comments are awesome, too! It’s always great to hear feedback from you guys, and if you enjoy my content, please share it so others can enjoy it too! REBLOG TO SAVE A FANFIC LIFE!

Warnings: none, but this chapter is gonna’ suck majorly with what sounds like a pretty dumb plot point. Promise it will be important later on, tho. 

Water splattered across the tile, its cool surface sending a chill up Remington’s spine as he stepped out of the shower. Instead of wrapping the towel around himself, he used it to wipe the cloud off the top half of the mirror, fully revealing his cyan-blonde sopping hair. Despite the bright hue, he looked exhausted beyond anything.

A four hour car trip with your siblings and friends sounds fun in retrospect, but when your older brother is confident in his directions as he’s getting lost, and your younger brother is snoring louder than a chainsaw, not to mention they all had to get up at five this morning to beat the traffic, Remington couldn’t hardly blame himself for appearing so disheveled. 

Despite his fatigue, the view that lay beyond the confines of the boys’ summer beach home was well worth it. It was hot, a typically sweltering August summer, but the breeze coming off the water made it tolerable. The waves fell gently over the sand, the calls of gulls echoed blissfully, and the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen was enticing beyond anything.

After drying himself off and slipping into his shorts, Remington ventured out into the living room -- now converted into a mini studio with instruments and sound equipment scattered across the floor. Their friend Chris was sat on a stool, a half-empty water bottle beside him and headphones hanging around his neck as he plucked out some experimental chords. Meanwhile, Emerson was still putting his drum set together in the corner.

Sebastian on the other hand was stood out on the terrace, filming the crystalline view to probably post or send to Larissa. Remington would probably do the same at some point -- if not just to make Eva just a little jealous for the fun of it. The clock on the wall read 10:40, she was likely working away at her desk like she always was, sipping a mug of tea or coffee while Pluto was sprawled out on the table for a nap. 

She was up with him at five, helping him fold and pack the rest of what was left. She had offered to put some coffee on for them, but Remington could see in her eyes how tired she was, not used to getting up so early. He told her not to worry, that he would pick one up on the road so she could go back to sleep. Eva smiled, trying to hide her sadness at his absence. Eva and Shy both watched from the stoop as the boys packed their things into the van Sebastian was driving, wishing them the best with a hug and kiss before watching them take off. 

Pouring himself a coffee, Remington went to go sit at the small table perched on the terrace, all the while smiling to himself. He would definitely bring Eva here at some point -- without his brothers to tag along, though. He could picture her sitting across from him, either with or without her notebook, with the soft breeze tousling her hair and her eyes matching the azure ocean. 

Remington glanced at his older brother, watching with intrigue as Sebastian took snap after snap. Just below the terrace were a small pack of seagulls scouring the grounds for food scraps. He simpered to himself.

“You remember that video of the seagull stealing a guy’s car keys?” he asked.

Sebastian didn’t turn to him, but he nodded, “Yeah,”

“Low key, I’m kinda’ hoping that a seagull dive bombs and snatches your phone,” Remington grinned. 

The older brother rolled his eyes and glanced down at the cyan-blue-boy, clearly unamused, “If that’s the case, then you can pay for a new phone,”

“Why me?”

“Because you reap what you fucking sow,” 

“You got no proof of purchase,” 

Approximately four hours away by car, Eva and Shy sat opposite to each other at the kitchen table, one working on her writing assignments, the other shopping around for textbooks for her upcoming semester. Pluto and Pepper were curled up together on the floor, snoring soundly in time the thrumming of the air conditioner on full blast. It was much warmer than usual, and Eva still wasn’t so acclimatized to Californian summers in August.

Shy glanced up from her computer, noting the way Eva shook subtly as she typed. Her leg was bouncing under the table, the heel of her sandal clapping against the tile to match the white noise.

“You doing okay?” she asked.

Eva looked up from her website, nodding simply, “Yeah,”

“You just seem to be a little anxious,” Shy pointed out.

It was then Eva noticed that her knee was bouncing. She stopped and smiled sheepishly, “Sorry. Guess I’m not used to the silence,” 

“It’s okay,” Shy smiled, “It becomes a nice change, after a while,”

Taking another sip of her water, Eva pushed her laptop away and pulled her hair back to tie, “I think I need to talk to my landlord about installing AC,” she sighed.

”You don’t have AC?” Shy asked, somewhat incredulous.

Eva shook her head, “Old building, cheap rent,” she replied.

“Dude’s clearly not with the times if he doesn’t have AC in California,” Shy said, “You miss Seattle summers?”

“Not as much as I thought I would,” Eva replied, “I mean -- the only way we ever cooled off was running through the sprinkler, or spending the day at Pike Place. But you know, you get older and the market gets more and more crowded,” 

“I can bet money the beach is probably packed right about now,” Shy said, glancing at her screen again, “Ooh, we got about fifteen before Larissa comes,” 

Eva slumped back in her chair, suddenly not looking forward to going out, “It’s too hot for manicures. Let’s go tomorrow,” she whined. 

Shy simpered, “Doesn’t really work that way, but you won’t regret it. Carla does the best nail art this side of LA. And it helps she’s friend with Larissa so we all get a discount,” 

“It’s really down to who you know,” Eva grinned. 

Shy then stood up, did a small stretch, and ventured into the kitchen, “I’m gonna’ grab a lemonade, you want one?”

“Oh, yes please!” Eva then pulled her own laptop back within reach, opening her tabs and scrolling through her open websites. Shy returned about a minute later, though as she put Eva’s glass down she couldn’t help but glance at the screen, and noticed that she wasn’t writing at all, but reading an article titled “10 Self-Publishing Tips & Tricks”.

“Whatcha’ looking at?” she asked. 

Eva smiled sheepishly, tilting her screen down, “It’s nothing important,”

Shy’s eyes went wide, pushing the screen up again to have another look, “Nothing important? Eva, you’re looking at a publishing website! That’s super important!”

“Well, I’m not hitting the best-sellers shelf next week, I’m just doing a little research,” she replied, tilting her screen again.

Shy pulled out the chair next to her to take a seat, opening the screen yet again. Eva gave up at this point, “Are you gonna’ publish your stuff?”

The short-haired brunette shrugged, “I have no clue. Remington’s brought it up a few times, and I bought Billy Collins’ Master Class. I don’t know, though. I’d be essentially opening my own business and it’s... a lot,” 

“Eva, you already post your stuff to social media, your branded platform. That is a business,” Shy said, “How much traction do you have?”

“About two-hundred-thousand,” 

“There’s your audience. Do enough marketing and you could sell two-hundred-thousand books,” 

Eva chuckled, “The book’s not even written yet, Shy,” 

“Okay, fine. But you’re a good enough writer that I think instead of going back and forth between should I or shouldn’t I, you should just do it,” she said, “No one ever regrets leaping off the ledge,”

Eva’s smile faltered as she thought about what Shy had just said, cocking her head, “Did you just say --”

“Yeah, I know what I said,” Shy nodded, her own excitement dwindling, “But you know what I meant,”

Even as she sat in the nail salon, situated between her friends and partaking in some conversation beneath their masks, Eva had the notion flittering at the forefront of her brain. From what she read, it was relatively easy to publish a poetry book:

1. Write a lot of poems ✓

2. Choose the theme of your book

3. Put the poems that fit your theme into your book

Okay, so there was a bit more legwork than just those three steps. However, Eva was holding back simply because she didn’t know what she wanted to release. She wasn’t sure if she could organize and compile her story in such a way, all of her public posts were so scattered that it would be near-impossible to piece her together. She would be vulnerable, even more than she was now having a spotlight on her. 

And then there was the notion of public perception. What would her fans think if she published? They’d probably love it, but would they shell out the money to buy? And what about the band’s fan base? There were plenty of people (mostly the s/o’s of famous people) being dragged for putting their own media out to the public. She was already being dragged just for being herself, and Eva wasn’t used to being as exposed as she was. 

“.. eva ... eva ... Eva?” Eva snapped out of her own thoughts, turning to Larissa in the next chair. Larissa giggled to herself, “Where’d you go, honey?”

“Sorry,” Eva blushed, despite her face being covered by the mask, “What were we talking about?”

“My birthday weekend,” Larissa replied matter-of-factly, “You’re still down to come to Cabo with us, right?”

“Sure,” Eva nodded quickly, “... Is that... is it safe to travel, though?”

“As long as we follow all the mandates, we’ll be just fine,” Shy said, “And I’m packing some Lysol spray for the rooms, just to be safe,”

“Oh, where did you find that?” Larissa asked, “We’ve been having a hell of a time trying to get Lysol anything,”

“Sorry, but it’s just a canister I had already,” Shy replied.

“Lysol’s one rung down from toilet paper on the global shortage list,” Eva said.

“Well, I was reading the other day that Costco’s not going to be doing any returns or exchanges for cleaning products,” Larissa said, ‘To combat all the hoarding,”

“Not to mention the under-the-table buyers and sellers,” Eva said, “I mean -- people are treating sanitizer like a human organ on the black market,” 

“Separating desperate consumers from their cash -- even in a global crisis,” Shy huffed, “But honestly, is there anything that this country celebrates more?”

Larissa shrugged in thought, “... Dumb action movies,”

As the day passed into the evening, the temperature came down somewhat considerably, though Eva continued to have the fan blasting in her apartment and her balcony screen drawn to let in the cool air. She sat at her desk, scrolling through another article that was to be sent off in the morning, she was just in the editing stage now. 

A couple tabs over, Eva’s eyes flitted to the article she still had open detailing poets deal with the open market. One tab over was another piece Eva was working on, a very rough draft of another soppy love poem. She swivelled around in her chair to spot her couch, seeing Pluto’s tail hang over the arm rest. It was the side of the couch where Remington would usually sit, and the spot where Pluto would plant himself in his lap for the night. 

She didn’t want to think about him too much because that would only open the floodgates for a distant yearning. Eva always threw herself in her work to avoid stifling emotions, but tonight she couldn’t bring herself to shut out Remington’s missed presence. After all, looking around her tiny apartment she could place him anywhere and everywhere. 

She hoped he was having fun, but she also wished that she didn’t have to be without him. It amused her how in a short span of six months she had become so attached to Remington. 

Eva simpered quietly, “Yeah, I miss him too, buddy,” she whispered to the cat. No doubt he was asleep, already.

As she went to stretch, there was a ruffling noise emanating from her door. More, it was from below the door frame. When Eva swivelled back around, she was surprised to see and envelope had been shoved under her door. Intrigued, she went to retrieve it, not bothering to sit again before she began to rip it open. It wasn’t marked with any addresses or names, but the front only read NEIGHBOUR in bright blue pen. It was a letter:

Dear Neighbour,

You’ve just moved into this complex six months ago and I was hoping it would be enough time to correct your behaviour, but you are apparently too inconsiderate to do so. Every day this week, your cat has trespassed onto my terrace and has proceeded to tear and claw at my hanging laundry, or defecate on the tile. When he’s not out he’s wailing up a storm and these walls are THIN. He seems to do this most when you and your rowdy super-spreader friends are out at the house across the street and you don’t come home until late, if at all. This behaviour is especially irritating to my bird who likes to sit at the window and stare into the street. Your cat is very disruptive to his routine. I hope you’re a bit more considerate of your neighbour and keep your cat indoors so my bird can have his time in the window. If this kind of behaviour persists, I WILL CALL THE POLICE!

Sincerely,

Candace,

“Oh my God,” Eva immediately bursted into giggles, too amused to even be mad. Perhaps the heatwave was getting to everyone just a little too much?

Nevertheless, so enthralled with the absurdity, Eva couldn’t resist snapping a picture and sending it off to her friends. And then came the opportunity to pen her response...

Approximately fifteen minutes had passed when Eva heard the FaceTime ringtone. Remington’s name flashed across the screen, just below it a picture of him she took back when they were dying his hair pink. He was sat on his chair and stared up at her with those big, round, puppy-dog eyes. 

Without a second thought she hit the answer button and his face appeared on screen. He was shrouded in darkness, the phone light the only thing illuminating the sharp edges and angles of his face. He began to laugh the moment he was live.

“Hi, baby..” he chuckled, “I don’t know what that note was... but I really want to meet your neighbours,” 

Eva simply rolled her eyes, her own smile stretching near full across her lips at the sight of Remington’s cyan hair under his toque. 

“I don’t,” she huffed, “I didn’t know you could call the police on cats, maybe she has an in with the sergeant?“

“Or she thinks we live in Florida. Because that sounds very Florida,” Remington grinned, “Now, I’m not knocking Florida, but I mean... the headlines that come up when you just google ‘Florida’,”

“Florida deserves to be its own nation,” Eva replied, “It’s rep at the G7 just shows up thirty minutes late in khakis and an alligator neck tie over a t-shirt,” 

Remington laughed to himself, taking the phone off the ledge it stood against and went to sit on his bed, “How was your day, babe?”

“Good. Stifling but good,” Eva replied, “How about you? What did you get up to?”

“Oh, you know. A little bit of music, a little bit of food, a little but of bullshit,” he grinned.

“You been writing?” she asked.

“ -- Not writing per say, more just goofing off with the instruments,” he replied, a little grin spread over his lips, “Even if I was, couldn’t show it to you just yet,”

“Aw,” Eva pouted, “But I show you all my stuff,”

“Patience is a virtue, sweetheart. Or so you like to tell me,” he chided back.

Eva reclined back in her chair, crossing her arms like a child in a huff, “... fine. I’ll wait,” though she stuck out her bottom lip to make her point.

Remington wished he could kiss her. Only four hours away, so small on his screen yet he wanted nothing more than to reach in and pull her through -- or dive through on his end so he could at least be with her. He felt almost ridiculous, remembering their conversation from the night previous. C’mon dude, if you can’t last three days without her, what’re you gonna’ do when you go back on tour?

"How’s your work coming along?” he asked.

“Good,” Eva nodded, staring dully at her computer screen, “I kind of just added to my own workload with this masterpiece,” and she held up the neighbour’s letter, “But I’m keeping it all together,”

“I know you are,” he grinned, “Always so organized,” 

Eva quirked an eyebrow, “Maybe you could take a note or two,” she quipped, peaking into the screen at the mess of clothes that were scattered over the bed. Remington simpered.

“I’ll do it tomorrow,” he said, glancing quickly at the clothes, “I really wish you were here, though,” 

Eva smiled, no annoyance or sadness in her face, “I am here. I’m just a bunch of pixels on screen, but I’m here,” she said. 

“Still not the same thing,” he whispered, “I’m can’t cuddle my phone,”

“... I mean -- you could if you wanted,” Eva smirked, “You could do some other things with your phone if you were really lonely,”

“Hey, you’re more than welcome to put on a show for me, darling,” he grinned.

Eva rolled her eyes, “Ooh, does my baggy t-shirt and frizzy hair turn you on, baby?” she giggled. 

“Baby, you could be in a potato sack and you’d get me hard,” he grinned with triumph. 

“I’ll keep that in mind, then,” Eva replied, “Maybe when you come home I’ll have a surprise in burlap for you,”

“Eva, don’t tease me like that!” Remington gasped, throwing his hand over his chest dramatically. Her melodic giggles filled the room, the auditory sensation bringing him ease.

They talked for a while longer, about everything and anything. Eva always admired that she could listen to Remington go on and go, and she appreciated that he always had ideas to contribute. He listened intently about the article she was writing, even though it was boring as hell he hung off of every word. She wished that she had him on her couch, two glasses of wine on the table and just their own conversation filling the void of silence. 

At some point, hearing his voice on the phone, the tabby cat leapt down from the couch and hopped onto the desk, balancing gracefully on the ledge to investigate the familiar tone of Remington.

“Uh -- Pluto!” Eva scolded, pulling him away from blocking the camera and sitting him in her lap.

“Hey! There’s my buddy!” Remington cried happily, “How ya’ doing, Pluto?”

“Oh, he’s missing his best friend,” Eva grinned, “We came home from the salon and I found him on your bed,”

“Aw, I miss him, too,” Remington said, rubbing at his heavy eyes. It didn’t hit him until a few minutes ago that they had been talking well past midnight, and fatigue hit him harder than an eighteen-wheeler.

Eva set Pluto back down on the floor, noticing that his energy was depleting rapidly. Concern graced her face.

“You want to go to sleep?” she asked him.

“No,” Remington quickly shook his head, “I’m good,”

“You sure?” she quipped, “You look really tired. I don’t mind if you want to sleep,” 

He was about to protest again, but a yawn hit him instead, “Okay, you may be right,” he admitted at the tail end, “I don’t want to hang up on you, though,”

Eva smiled sympathetically, “You got a charging chord near by?”

“Of course,”

“Then we can leave FaceTime on,” she said, “If -- if that doesn’t sound creepy,”

A sleepy smile overcame Remington, and he nodded slowly, “I’d like nothing more,” he put the phone down momentarily to grab the charging chord off the floor and plugged in his phone, standing it up against the lamp base. He then settled down into his bed, laying on his side as she continued to admire the blue light reflecting off of Eva’s face.

“You gonna’ stay up for a while?” he asked.

She nodded, “Need to finish some work. Get some sleep, though,” she smiled assuringly.

“Okay,” he sighed, settling into his sheets, “G’night beautiful. I love you,”

“I love you, too. G’night Remington,”

There was silence after that, the only sound Remington could hear was Eva’s faint typing. Eva would look over now and again, the room dark but Remington’s soft, sleeping face illuminated in a soft greyish-blue. She smiled to herself, his faint snoring reverberating through the speaker -- almost as though he was right here. This wasn’t a too terrible routine, having nights where they could talk and laugh despite being miles and miles apart. 

Though, Eva didn’t want to even begin to think about when he would have to go  on tour. A recurring but menacing problem, she had to wonder how their relationship with function -- or last, to be frank.

Despite being position right next to the phone, Remington’s own notebook was out of frame for Eva to see. On the open page, a small prose he had scribbled just before Sebastian had dinner ready. He wanted to show her so badly, but he also knew it needed some work before he would be confident enough to do such. 

Soon enough, dawn broke and Remington was once again hit by the aromatic smell of fresh coffee. He was also hit with a faint static of light snores. Shaking himself into consciousness, Remington rubbed his eyes to get a look at the phone screen, FaceTime still open and focused in on Eva -- asleep at her desk.

Her head was cushioned by her folded arms, her arms folded by loose-leaf papers and her computer screen had gone pitch black. She looked utterly adorable, and Remington couldn’t help but take a quick screenshot before waking her up.

“Eva,” he called, hopefully loud enough so she could hear him, “Sweetheart, wake up,” 

Eva woke with a start, staring frantically to realize she had fallen asleep at her desk -- again. She quickly brushed her hair off of her face, seeing Remington smiling at her through her phone. She smiled sheepishly.

“Good morning,”

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

Anon: I loved your Celebrian headcanons, do you have any on Manwe?

Ohhhhh anon, you’re asking if I have headcanons on my favorite bird boy? Do I ever. Get ready for this, because I’m about to give you way more than you probably asked for. Also please forgive how rambly and unorganized the headcanons are - I simply do not have the space of mind to be neat when I’m gushing about Manwë. 

(I’ve already done some previous headcanons on him xD You can find them here and here, even though this was a while ago and I don’t necessarily still agree with some of these anymore. What’s unchanging, though, is my eternal love for Manwë Súlimo.

The post got ahead of me and it’s quite long, so I’ll put most of the headcanons under a cut. 

Split off of the same thought of Eru, Manwë and Melkor were “born” at the exact same time. Because of this, there is no “younger” and “older” between them - they’re simply siblings.

I also consider them two halves of one whole, given that they’re literally products of the same thought broken in two. 

He and Melkor are chronologically the oldest beings, aside from Eru; they were the Ainur first created by Him. Nevertheless, they aren’t much older than a lot of the other Aratar, like Varda, Ulmo, Námo, Niënna, and Yavanna, and it’s definitely nothing so considerable that it would matter in the slightest to cosmic angelic beings like the Ainur

His closest friends among the Ainur are Varda and Ulmo, but he’s close with all the Valar, and at least on familiar terms with all the Maiar that serve the Valar in Arda

In addition, all of the Valar are part of the #manwëdefensesquad. I don’t make the rules. There are times when they don’t agree with their king, there are times when talk to him and voice their disapproval, but when it comes to action, they will always support him.

Varda and Manwë met in the Timeless Halls, sometime after their creation. (I’d pin it around a few centuries, but again, what the heck is time to the Ainur?) She was singing while she experimented with the light and the making of the stars; Manwë raised his voice, tentatively singing with her. They became fast friends. He was charmed by her quick wit, her willingness to share, and her open-mindedness and creativity.

He and Varda have made all kinds of odd structures together, combining their authority (Manwë over the air, wind, and skies, Varda over light). One time they produced a miniature tornado with stars swirling inside of it.

They got married before the creation of Arda, but after Aulë and Yavanna did 

He also met Ulmo in the Timeless Halls; they both found each other’s elements intensely fascinating. Manwë was intrigued by this water, and Ulmo became curious about this air and wind. They came up with clouds together, combining Manwë’s power over air and Ulmo’s power over liquid, to form vapor.

When Arda was extremely, extremely young, long before the Eldar awoke in Cuiviénen, the two of them were testing out their respective elements in the new planet and got a little carried away. Winds picked up, the sky darkened and flashed with thunder and lightning. The ocean rose, waves crashing and roiling, and the first sea storm happened as a result of their combined powers. After that, Manwë and Ulmo both decided they should probably be a bit more cautious if they didn’t want to render the place uninhabitable. 

At one time, there was no one Manwë was closer to than Melkor. Even though they were diametrically opposed in personality, they both had the same passion for Creation, the same love for their Father, and the same fascination with just the idea of creating in general.

Even now, with Melkor in the Void, a sensation of emptiness tickles at Manwë from time to time. It’s vacant and it’s bleak, like a phantom pain along the borders of his being, as if he’s missing something. This is his connection with his brother, severed now that they’ve gone down different paths and can no longer see eye to eye again

The break in their bond has left holes in both of their spirits. I mean this quite literally - because they were split off from the same thought, neither of them are complete without each other. Manwë is content now, because he (unlike Melkor, I might add, who can never be happy without him) is capable of finding meaningful and fulfilling relationships outside of his brother, but he will never be truly whole again. There’s always that sensation of something that was once there being gone. 

Canon says that Manwë has little understanding of evil, and I tend to agree. He doesn’t comprehend selfishness, the desire for domination, or the idea of wanting to hoard all the power, beauty, and joy to oneself. Where’s the good, the value, in that? But I do think that he knows intimately how Melkor’s mind works. It’s not the same as knowing how evil itself works - it’s just that he’s too well-versed in the way his brother in particular ticks. 

Despite this, he, along with most of the Valar, still gave Melkor the benefit of the doubt during his false repentance. He remembered the ages when Melkor was not so self-centered and not so concerned with only his own power and glory, when he would talk about Creation and about life with shining eyes, and how he envisioned a breathtakingly beautiful world full of vigor and possibility and opportunity. That was once who Melkor was, and he sincerely believed his brother could be that again. And besides, he wanted to let others try again - not only because this is his brother whom, despite everything, he loves deeply, but also because he doesn’t want to be the kind of person who won’t give second chances.

He was... disappointed, saddened, shocked, and discouraged, when it turned out that he was wrong. And, ultimately, he realized what betrayal felt like. 

Manwë is a natural charmer. I mean, he is magnetic. But it’s not because he flaunts his power and wisdom and has the “holier than thou” attitude that intimidates others - even though he’s just as capable of it as his brother, who utilizes that particular method to attract followers. Manwë’s  charisma comes from the fact that he’s just so down-to-earth, unpretentious, friendly, and warm, that you can’t help being drawn to him.

People are, like, in love with him and he’s thinking, “This is not what I meant to happen...”

He loves meeting people, talking to them, and getting to know them. Part of the reason so many people are loyal to him is because he’s a genuinely good boss. Treats everyone politely and considerately, gets to know everyone who works for him, makes all of them feel valued as individuals, lets them know how much he appreciates their hard work. 

As far as demeanor goes, he’s unassuming, modest, open, and relatively casual with everyone (unless there’s a reason not to be). Has been called “charming” more than once. He tends to be playful too, especially with the people he’s close with. 

An introvert. At the end of the day, he needs time to himself to unwind. 

He’s not closed off, per se, but he isn’t the type of person to actively start talking about his problems or insecurities. Someone he’s close to and trusts will have to notice he seems to have something on his mind and bring it up, to get him to mention what’s bothering him. 

During the darkening and after the Flight of the Noldor, relations between the remaining elves and the Ainur were strained. Manwë was distressed by the dissatisfaction of the Eldar and worked tirelessly to mend the subsequent rift. Negotiations, explanations, visits, apologies, reassurances - you name it, Manwë put his heart into it if it meant reconnecting with the elves. 

A much better singer than his brother, and among the most gifted Ainur in terms of song (although a few, like Ulmo and Melian, equal or surpass him). Once, Melkor loved and truly admired the beauty of the music that Manwë could create with his voice alone. Now, he deeply envies it and is extremely bitter, seeing it as another way that their Father “favors” his brother over him. This resentment only grew worse as Melkor gradually lost his ability to produce anything beautiful at all, including music. My headcanon is that Melkor was once a decent singer among the Ainur, but as he grew more corrupt and evil, that ability went away until he could no longer sing at all. But, as much as Melkor refuses to admit it to himself, he also desperately longs to hear Manwë’s songs again.

Very patient, very compassionate, very understanding... but Melkor can get under his skin like no other. Who, by the way, will attest that Manwë can whip up with some sick burns when he wants to. Manwë has facepalmed exactly three times in his existence, and all three times were because of his brother. 

The standard physical form that Manwë uses has long silver-white hair, copper skin, luminous, pale blue eyes, and full lips. It’s tall, on the slimmer side, and due to how pretty the face is, very androgynous-looking. However, he has a tendency to fool around, meaning that other bodies he’s taken include but are not limited to: a female version of his standard appearance, various other ��human” shapes, male or female, a cat with wings and the feet of a bird, and an owl with the wings of a fly. 

Varda’s personal favorite incident was when he adopted the form of a petite young woman with black hair, purple eyes, and purple, black, and blue butterfly wings scaled to the size of the body. When interacting with the Eruhíni, though, Manwë, along with most of the Ainur, sticks with the standard appearance to avoid confusing them.

Speaking of changing appearances, in the beginning, he, like the rest of the Ainur, had little concept of a “humanoid” form being “normal”. This resulted in him becoming all kinds of eldritch abominations, again including but not limited to a mass of eyes surrounded by several sets of wings, a nebulous, writhing pinprick of clouds and light, and even a being that resembled a humanoid but with a single eye in the middle of the forehead from which two wing-like appendages, covered with more eyes, sprouted. What can I say, he was always creative. 

He still takes wacky forms from time to time for the fun of it, often when joking around with the other Ainur, but nowadays he tones it down for the sake of the Eruhíni’s sanity. 

Interacts regularly with elves of Valinor. It’s a common sight for him to be spotted mingling within the Eldar populations of Valmar, or Alqualondë, or Tirion. Gets invited in for tea quite often. Children love him. He has had dinner arrangements with several families before.

The elves send him gifts, usually in the form of clothing since he likes trying on all kinds of different styles. Manwë doesn’t care to appear kingly or sophisticated, so he has no problem going out dressed plainly, or even ridiculously. That weird experimental garment that didn’t turn out quite the way the designer wanted? He’ll take it, and wear it gladly! 

He also doesn’t care to be treated with particular veneration by the Eruhíni or by the other Ainur. He’s much happier being on close enough terms with someone for them to address him like, “Hey Manwë, my man, what’s up?” rather than “All hail the Lord of the Winds, the Breath of Arda, blah blah blah”.

BFFs with Ingwë, often either visits him or invites him to Taniquetil. This means that Ingwë’s entire family regular interacts with and is very familiar with Manwë. (Varda's with him most of the time - everyone loves her, too. It’s a wholesome family friendship.)

One time, Ingwë’s kids witnessed another elf being extremely formal and stiff with Manwë (the classic, “O Manwë, Viceregent of Eru, Elder King of Arda, etc., etc.”) and had whiplash, because that’s like... Uncle Manwë! He was telling us bad jokes at the dinner table last night! 

Also has a fairly confidential relationship with Finarfin. They both understand the pain of dealing with troublesome impetuous brothers, after all.

He used to be close with Finwë and Olwë, too, but their relationship became somewhat strained following the matter with the Flight of the Noldor and how the Teleri were caught up in it via the Kinslaying at Alqualondë. They’re still on good terms, but it’s no longer as carefree as it once was. 

Was also once close with Fëanor, having known him since he was a child due to his friendship with Finwë. That sapphire scepter that was said to have been made for him by the Noldor? Yeah, that was Fëanor’s handiwork. It wasn’t until after Melkor’s release that Fëanor and Manwë’s relationship began to sour. 

A natural with kids. He can get any child to cheer up, whether they’re crying, pouting, or throwing a tantrum. Knows just what to say and what to do and when to do it, but also draws a firm line between being kind and spoiling them. 

I know Tolkien discarded this idea, but I love love love the thought of Eönwë and Ilmarë being his and Varda’s children. They didn’t have them in the sense that we’d think of having kids - as in physical sex and labor - but they did put their powers into “conceptualizing” them, so to speak. Eru would still be their “creator”, since (for the most part) only He can create conscious, sentient beings, but Manwë and Varda had enough influence over their creation to be called Eönwë’s and Ilmarë’s parents. 

Speaking of sex, again I’m contradicting Tolkien’s canon, but in my mind the Ainur can and do have sex. Some might choose not to, but it’s fully possible. (I mean... Melian and Thingol had Lúthien, so clearly the idea of physical relations is not lost on the Ainur.) Manwë doesn’t have a high sex drive, but if he loves someone, he also loves being intimate with them. 

Sexuality is a complicated matter to talk about for the Ainur, and I articulated by thoughts on it here, but to summarize how I see it is that they’re all bisexual. They don’t care; they don’t even need gendered physical bodies to begin with. Therefore, whoever strikes their fancy is is whoever they’ll be happy to get it on with. It’s the same with Manwë. 

The Lost Tales and the Silmarillion have conflicting versions of the Valar’s Siege of Utumno. In my book it’s a combination; after aggressive, devastating battles that changed the face of the continent, the Valar decided to take a more roundabout approach. Manwë comes up with the plan - they’ll pretend to have realized that they’re unable to break the might of Utumno, and are ready to acknowledge Melkor’s victory. Some of the Valar aren’t sure about this, but they follow their king’s lead. 

Now, Manwë knows that Melkor isn’t stupid, but he also knows his brother’s prideful mind the best. (He might not understand it, and he definitely doesn’t agree with it, but he knows it.) So he deliberately phrases the message in a way that he knows will best stroke Melkor’s ego and satisfy his craving for acknowledgement. He also makes sure to tell his messenger to let Melkor’s herald know that Manwë specifically said these words.

As per Manwë’s plan, Melkor calls the Valar into Utumno to pay homage before him. They arrive, and to let Melkor’s guard down even further, Manwë kneels in front of him. 

It’s a moment of surprisingly complicated emotions from both brothers. Melkor, about to thoroughly revel in his perceived victory, was shocked into silence - he actually was not expecting this. For a moment, it dawned on him that maybe, he and his brother’s bond, which was once stronger than anything else, didn’t have to be severed forever. He still saw it from a self-centered angle of having Manwë serve him, but nevertheless the possibility that he could reconnect with his brother, have Manwë at his side again, something he thought he had resigned himself to as being impossible, filled him with emotion.

For Manwë... similar thoughts about their once unshakeable relationship, but unlike his brother, he knows the whole thing is just a ruse. Still, he couldn’t help imagining what it would be like if he really gave. It was never a serious consideration, but the thought of what they had once been like, and the emphasis on the realization that they never could be that carefree and open with each other again, saddened him.

Manwë cherishes Creation dearly, loves it, fiercely and with every fiber of his being. Because of this, the utter destruction that he and the other Ainur wrought on Arda during the War of the Powers haunts him deeply, and he’s become wary of unleashing any might that is even similar to it onto Middle Earth. That, combined with his impression that the Noldor who left wanted nothing more to do with the Ainur, and his caution of interfering too heavily with the Eruhíni in Middle Earth lest the Valar start acting like Melkor, kept him from action until Eärendil and Elwing pleaded for help on behalf of the Children. Seeing all the suffering the Eruhíni went through, he sometimes regrets it, wondering if he had been more calculated about his moves, he could have prevented such heavy losses.

Nevertheless, he is firmly against meddling too much with the events of Middle Earth, especially because he understands that it’s difficult for the semi-prescient Ainur to see things on the same scale as the Children. He believes that there is always a possibility that they would get too heavily involved and end up unintentionally dominating the Eruhíni and the paths that they take, which is something he won’t allow. He was, however, very receptive to the idea of the Istari, and is also grateful for Ulmo’s occasional assistance and advice for the Children. Furthermore, he won’t hesitate to send the Eagles if anyone communicates the message to him.

There was one single time Manwë ever contemplated rebellion against Eru. It was during the Downfall of Númenor, when Eru made His intention known to wipe the island off the face of Arda known. Manwë pleaded with Him, argued with him, to reconsider, to find some way to punish only Sauron and Ar-Pharazôn, without the need to drown thousands, millions, of innocent people. Eru simply told him, unmovable, that Númenor had to fall, that there was to be no mercy, and Manwë genuinely wondered what would happen if he refused to comply. If he told his Father, “This is wrong. I won’t accept this.” 

But in the end, he realized that he was thinking the way his brother had, in the beginning. That it was unfair, that it was wrong, that only Eru have the Flame Imperishable and that no one else was able to create, in Melkor’s mind, true life. That’s the way Melkor thought, before it quickly became corrupted into, “It’s not fair that I don’t have the power to create true life.” And Manwë refuses to think like Melkor does, refuses to even let himself start down that path. He saw how it destroyed and twisted his brother into a menacing echo of who Melkor once was. And so he watches, still and silent, as Númenor is wiped out.

Manwë is loving. Very loving. He doesn’t hate anyone, doesn’t hold personal grudges, and he would like nothing more than for everyone to get along and be happy. He truly would love to forgive Melkor and everyone who sided with him, take them back and make amends. However, he knows that that’s impossible - that no matter how dearly he wishes to fix everything, if the other side (aka Melkor) isn’t willing, it’s just not going to happen. Sometimes he has moments of insecurity, when he wonders if it was due to his own shortcomings, his own failure to understand the Theme, that things won’t patch up. Objectively he knows - and the other Valar reassure him of this too - that he couldn’t possibly have prevented everything, and that Melkor and his followers made their own choices. But at times, it still stings him, thoughts of if only I did better or if only I was better.

As kind as he is, he is not a doormat - there are some things he will never tolerate. The destruction and pain Melkor caused the Eruhíni and brought upon Creation is something he will never approve of, will never condone, and you can bet he’ll use every ounce of his power to bring his brother to heel if it means putting a stop to that. 

Also, you can hurl barbs at him all you want and he won’t begrudge you, but do not insult his friends. He won’t smite you outright for it, but he’ll never forget it and certainly will never like you. 

There are times when you’re reminded that this is Melkor’s brother, that they came from the same thought of Eru, and that if Manwë was ever to allow himself to go down the same path of craving domination, he would be just as terrifying. Because on some days, he doesn’t feel like forgiving, doesn’t feel like Melkor deserves amends. He’s furious at his brother, furious at the things he’s done and the things he’s willing to do, and his eyes will glow so blindingly bright that it can be dangerous for any of the Eruhíni to look at him in that moment.

Sometimes during the First Age, when Manwë hears about his brother’s latest misdeed, all the wickedness and enslavement he’s attempted to bring into Arda, he doesn’t bother hiding his displeasure, his disapproval. Storm clouds roll in, the skies open up, rain starts to pour, lightning illuminates the entirety of the sky, and thunder crashes deafeningly - so loud that Melkor, even in the depths of Angband, can hear it clear as day. And he knows this is Manwë saying, “I know what you’ve done. You can’t hide it from me, brother.” 

[emoryinaboat]

Human AU TurGre children here you go

Athena (b. 2000) Heracles’ daughter, whom he had to drop out of college to raise. She’s an extroverted, sporty young lady, and a huge role model for her younger siblings. She’s taking college classes but I still can’t decide on her major. She is autistic and identifies as lesbian.

(And she’s dating Canada’s daughter and Prussia’s stepdaughter, Carlita <3)

Asuman (b. 2004) Biological sister of Aslan, and is her parents’ former foster daughter. Her origins are murky. She’s an aspiring artist and always has a sketchbook on her. Dabbles in animating too. She’s a generally quiet person, maybe a little shy and fluster-able, but has a good head on her shoulders and won’t stand for injustice. She shares her brother’s love for anime

Aslan (b. 2005) Biological brother of Asuman, and his parents’ former foster son. He psychoanalyzes watches anime (primarily JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure and Demon Slayer), skateboards, and psychoanalyzes plays video games as hobbies. In terms of personality and energy, he’s a mini-Turkey. He has ADHD and identifies as bisexual

Lila (b. 2008) Oldest triplet. Looks up to Athena, and is a sports fanatic and an aspiring cheerleader. She might have her head in the clouds a bit. But she’s really energetic and positive! It might rub off on you too.

Persephone (b. 2008) Middle triplet. Some incident at one point made her an unironic emo/goth kid. A gifted kid with a poetic and philosophical view on life, but uptight and not one for making friends. Usually gets dragged on adventures with the other triplets. Clings to Greece. Secretly cares about all her friends and family, will protect them with her life. Like, okay Miss Addams.

Tulip (b. 2008) You know him! Youngest triplet, still figuring out the whole gender thing, but is going with he/him and any gendered title for now (like “my sister” and stuff). Always dying his hair, experiments with fashion, skateboards like Aslan, and is always up for a good adventure, but knows his limits, and is trying to stop Lila and Seph from doing anything extremely dumb.

Unfortunately, I haven’t paid as much attention to the last four. I’ll give them more in-depth personalities eventually:

Eren (b. 2011) Older twin by six minutes. Allergic to peanuts. Likes Go-Kart. Hair is slightly shorter

Adrian (b. 2011) Younger twin by six minutes. Lactose intolerant. Likes Mario Kart. Hair is slightly longer

Phillip (b. 2011) Same age as Eren and Adrian. Is Hakan’s biological brother, and a little protective of him. Known to make trouble.

Hakan (b. 2014) Phillip’s biological brother. Scared easily, and yet too curious for his own good.

Phillip and Hakan were adopted by Sadik and Heracles in 2015, but like Asuman and Aslan, their origins are shrouded in mystery.

Also some HCs for their folks:

Heracles Karpusi-Adnan (b. 1980)

College philosophy professor (a different college than the one Athena goes to). Sleeps all the time because work kicks his ass and he deserves a break. He’s the parent you go to if something’s wrong but you don’t really want to talk about it. He’s trans, autistic, and omnisexual

Doesn’t like talking or thinking about his ex

Sadik Karpusi-Adnan (b. 1977)

Some office job I haven’t figured out yet XD. Probably at a company that sells coffee and ethnic sweets (like shit you’d see at Trader Joe’s). The kind of dad you’d roughhouse and joke around with, and the parent to go to if you wanna open up about something. He has OCD, ADHD, and is bisexual

Strives to be a better dad than his dad was

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Aged-up TRNC is paid as an nanny/housekeeper when the folks can’t be home

Also I am so sorry THIS IS SO MUCH INFORMATION IN ONE PACKAGE XD. This is enough for a trilogy or something 👁👁

ASKJDCNALKSZMJAKDAWJEH YES YES YES YES YEAYEAYEAYEA I'M GONNA GO FERAL THIS IS AWESOME KNAXZSDJKMDSZ ASLAN AND TULIP KINNING MOMENT WHEN--

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[evaundertale]

Do you have any headcanons of your ship children?

Rue definitely will never admit this but I headcanon that he fears Mira (they have come across eachother once when he's kinda on a edgy killing spree but when he strikes her but she stays standing and just giggles he was not having a good time) like most of my ship kids don't fear her but I generally headcanon Rue does xD

Sugar secretly wants to be a bit more like his younger siblings bit will never admit it.

Rem I personally headcanon him to highly dislikes his siblings just never really admits it he can stand most their presence but he does care about them xD

I also headcanon that Aella just kinda scared Cloud sans when he spawned might make a comic based on how he grew to exist like he's cloud boy but the way he formed kinda funny xD

Onyx is most like a potterhead and Percy Jackson fan he reads to many books that I expect him to be a closet fan of somethings.

Evana is a closet twilight fan and simps for Rosile listen I would say she isn't but home girl got to much angst for it xD

Chem definitely is the time to spike something despite being young he'd probably done it cause he found it in scis fridge.

Cosmos is definitely fears Reapertale despite not grasping that God's and Goddesses exist he's in a lot of denial.

Idk I really got many headcanons

[scentedcandlecryptid]

Herodotus, Kronos, Athena, Aphaia, Atlas and Atlantis

Also tell all about your ocs! What climate does Octavious live in? What's the culture like? Have you made a map for the serendipity of calamity? Any fun details you want to share?

This got long so everything is under the cut!! thanks for the ask <33

Herodotus: Literally nothing. There isn’t a professional setting where I have studied any one thing in particular, and I’m not the kind of person who purposefully studies anything in my free time. I enjoy learning things by just,, existing and collecting knowledge. I'd like to study art, but the opportunity has yet to arise.

Kronos: It’s in about a month ;)

Athena: As much as I love to read, I’ve never really thought about this? I don’t really have a set list- ummm… Raybearer is really good and I highly suggest it, Tuck Everlasting, I remember I always loved the Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus series, and Fever King is great, and finally The Bed Was On Fire When I Laid Down On It is really good. That isn’t in any particular order and is more of just books I can remember reading and enjoying atm XD

Aphaia: A bit less stressed, a few less mental health issues. I remember being incredibly repressed, for a bunch of reasons. I don’t like who I was as a child, I had views I now disagree with and did things I now disagree with, but I can understand it was those mistakes that led me to be who I am now. I have a complicated relationship with who I was when I was younger.

Atlas: I genuinely don’t know. Sorry XD

Atlantis: Over the course of my, admittedly short life, I have taken violin lessons, piano lessons, voice lessons, cello lessons, mandolin lessons and just general music lessons. (I’m not taking any right now, and I'm not particularly good at any of these)

A chance to talk about my Oc’s??~ don’t mind if I do XD

Octavious originally lived in a very hot climate and hates the cold with every fibre of her being. Since moving to the capital (where this story at the very least starts) he has lived in a colder climate. Not cold, it still gets too mind-numbingly hot in the summer, but it’s the kind of place you need a heavy jacket in the winter.

The culture in this world is something I both have and have not thought about. I probably have the culture of Octavious’s hometown and the general culture of the Hydro elves figured out but everything else is really iffy, so I guess I’ll just talk briefly about both of those.

Hydro elves in this world a fairly nomadic, and you can find them nearly anywhere in the world, but if you do it will just be families of 6-ish or less. Larger communities are formed on the shore near places where they can grow large amounts of fibre. Octavious comes from a community close to a field of Linen or a linen adjacent fibre that I’ll come up with at some point. This is because linen is really good for weaving, and for making fishing nets. Nets are a very large part of Hydro elf culture. In these communities, it will generally have up to 50 people, and they will all treat each other like family. It takes a village to raise a child you know? Adults that aren’t your parents are referred to as aunt and uncle, and other people your general age that aren’t your siblings are your cousins. Blood relations aren’t very important, everyone is family. The people with the most respect are the oldest members. This is because they know the most about weaving and net making, which are both very culturally significant.

I actually have made a map!! It’s really rough and is 100% just for me to get a general idea of where I want things to be, but it exists, and I want to make a better version of it to post and to show you where everything is.

Oooo~ fun details? Alright.

Octavious’s necklace, as previously stated, is a bunch of waived together strings, each string corresponds to someone especially important in his life. She likes weaving little bracelets and things of the like, which is why he has given his friends friendship bracelets. Only Auster wears theirs normally, but the other two did keep theirs.

Octavious’s love language is gift-giving, Auster’s is words of quality time, Oak’s is acts of service, and Luka’s is physical touch.

Luka loves dad jokes. Octavious hATES them.

Auster’s design for what he turns into is my favourite thing rn, so I’m very excited to show you.

Oak hits out of love, and hate, and pretty much every other feeling because Oak likes hitting things.

Octavious has the most academic knowledge, but they are also the dumbest person ever and I kinda love that duality. It’s like, high intelligence, low wisdom.

Oak and Octavious bond over causing havoc, and generally being nuisances (affectionate)

I’d say Auster is the most traditionally nice out of any of them, but that’s because Oak is aggressive, Octavious is bad at being genuine, and Luka is bad at expressing himself.

Octavious’s hair is designed to look a little like storm clouds and lightning.

Auster is the hardest to draw. I don’t even know why, they just are.

Oak and ember elves can’t control fire, they control heat. This means that they can start a flame in their hand (or anywhere else) if they have fuel and oxygen, but they can’t really move flames created by them or otherwise. They can also snuff out fire really quickly because they can just take away the heat.

Auster doesn’t have a last name. Not just I haven’t found one yet, they just don’t have one. I think that there are so few Avian elves that the people didn’t see a need for last names, they just never recycled any first names.

I’m trying to incorporate as many Oc’s I made for other stories that I have since abandoned into this one. So far I have reused Oc’s for one of Auster’s siblings, another hydro elf, and possibly a deity.

Originally I was going to just have basic elemental powers for the different elves, but I’ve since changed my mind and I’m trying to come up with something a bit more interesting ;)

Thank you so much for enabling me to talk about my Oc's it makes me so happy ^w^ <33

[gothfoxx]

Love On A Dare: prt 4

Part 3

Warning: cussing

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By the time 3pm rolled around Patton had the dishwasher emptied, filled again, and running, had his third load of laundry folded, and had made a list of what they needed from the store. He was just pulling out pasta from the cabinet when the first of the kids came through the door, “Patty I’m home, Emile came over to do homework!” Remy shouts from front entryway, Emile also gives a greeting when Pat pokes his head out of the kitchen. “Hey kiddos, if you need help with any of your stuff give a holler. Dinner is lasagna and mixed vegetables tonight!” Remy and Emile give their acknowledgments and set up at the dinner table with their assignments.

About 20 minutes later a school bus stops in front of the house and 5 elementary age children get off and rush into the house giggling and hopping about. Thomas and Joan helped the younger ones take off their shoes and put their things away. Emile looks up and smiles at the scene, Nate and Toby were giving Thomas trouble while Talyn was sitting still listening to the story Joan was telling. “So then the bug lady spun a scarf out ov silk for the princess and the princess wa’ so happy she married the bug lady!” They finish and turn to help Thomas with the twins. “Did they live happy every after?” Asks Toby having gotten distracted by the story to resist his de-shoeing. The ruckus of a full house was music to Patton’s ears, knowing his siblings and their friends were safe and in reach settled his nerves as he assembled the lasagna. Even if the twins were a handful when they visited he wouldn’t have it any other way.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

The bell for last period rang, Logan met up with Deacon in their usual spot to wait for the rest of the family. Deacon already had his phone out and seemed to be focused on what he was typing

Bowser: @/Luigi you better be nice to Pat cause he’s my favorite brother now

Luigi: oh wheres all that smack talk from yesterday about hiding bodies and breaking halos now?! huh!?

Bowser: that was when we thought he might be a jerk &/ a straighty

Bowser: today proved that to be false-Lo

Mario: I thought I was the favorite brother?

Bowser: bet

Luigi: XD bitch thought wrong

Mario: rude!

Luigi: not that I’m complaining about it but what changed your mind noodle boy?

Bowser: no laughing

Mario: X❤️

Luigi: X🖤

Bowser: i was sad when he left

Bowser: its like when one of you idiots gets sick and the day feels off

Mario: he DID kind of just fit into our talks

Bowser: it’s a wonder that you had not made him part of the group before-Lo

Mario: we can talk more in person losers come on-V

Luigi: ┌(｀Д´)ノ)ﾟ∀ﾟ) fine

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The lasagna had finally cooled enough to cut and the kids had all finished their work and were watching cartoons, “Ok kiddos dinner time!” Patton called. Seven sets of footsteps clambered to the table, cheers and thanks being given as they all found a place to sit. “Mr Talyn’s daddy, can I have juice?” Toby asks making the older kids giggle, “Sure Toby, does anyone else want juice?” Pat asks back, everyone else is fine with their milk. It’s quiet for awhile after that with all the kids chowing down until Remy notices Pat looking at his phone for the third time in 5 minutes, “What’s the deal? You got a hot date?” The boy teases making Pat jolt in surprise, “Well now that you mention it I’m going out with a um “friend” I’m just waiting to hear back on when.” He knows he’s blushing thinking about it and that Remy will tease more but he’s just too happy to care. Emile catches them all off guard by bolting up and slamming his hands on the table, “who who who!?” The teen chants excitedly, “Hoo let an owl in here?” Pat chuckles and motions for everyone to calm down, “It Remus Royal and it’s for drinks, nothing fancy.” A beat of silence then Thomas, Joan, Emile, and Remy are screaming and the little ones are hollering about the noise.

“The guy that does the wall art!?”

“Graffiti Boy!!”

“Quiet!”

“You talked to him? When? Ah!”

“Loud loud loud, shhh”

“Does he really have a tattoo!?”

“How did you get his number?”

“You gotta bring him home!”

“Who’s Remus?”

“Does he know you have a blog for his graffiti?!”

“Are you gonna marry him?”

“They have to date first! Oh my god you do have a hot date!”

“What are going to wear?”

So much for their quiet dinner.



[samiraheaven93]

Shirakumo fluff (All is Well AU)

Oboro adores kids!

He js really good with them, but sometimes a but reckless

A total cuddle bear! You need a hug? He gives them! And the are great

His cloud is the fluffiest thing ever!

If one of his friends is upset he is the first one to try cheering them up

(Even when he ja the reason… like when he was so badly injured)

He is a great teacher, but there is one thing he can't bring himself to do… expell someone (Shouta does that for him)

He still blushes every time Midnight says something … overly Midnight-y in public

He would do everything for his students (help them with school work? He got you (exempt in English … he sucks in English xD))

Student has a bad day? He got you!

He spoils all of his friends younger siblings and kids!

Always some some chocolate with him!

He is especially trying to help Tamaki overcoming his issues, and Tamaki got a little bit more self confidence thanks to him!

Tea parties with Eri! (And whoever wants to join them!)

Totally joins in with the Santa Toshi squad and visits hospitals/orphanages with them

Likes to tease both Aki and Kaori, but it's all in good jest

He gets along great with Mirio! (The two sunshine boys!)

(They do litttle comedy shows together! It's cringy sometimes but Eri loves it!)

He loves cotton candy!