#Everyone's trying to love and support Julian

[walkingstackofbooks]

5 times Julian watched Miles die (and one time he didn't)

When a bar fight goes horribly wrong, Julian does everything he can to save Miles. It's not enough. Miles dies, and Julian is left bereft and distraught. But this is a time loop fic, so when he wakes up the next day, Julian finds the universe has given him another chance to save his friend... And another... And another. There are many ways for Miles to die on a space station, and however much Julian tries -- furiously repressing his ever-increasing grief and dread to focus on this so-important task -- he just can't seem to stop the endless cycle. It doesn't help that, although his feelings are really too much to deal with, his friends keep pressing him to open up to them. He's fine, he insists, until he really isn't, and discovers that he does need a shoulder to cry on after all. Grief, hope, rage, hurt, comfort, despair, joy... A roller-coaster of emotions accompanies Julian through the most challenging six days of his life, and he is so, so tired.

Sound like your kind of story? Within the next few weeks, my fic 'Vision Awry' - a remix of the DS9 episode 'Visionary' - is going to start updating again, so now's the perfect time to go and read the first half! 😉 (while it's still a manageable 50k... :P )

From the end of September, I'll be resuming my regular posting schedule every week until the story reaches its conclusion - so if you're looking for a feels-y Julian WIP to subscribe to that will have both •definite updates, and •a definite end, may I shamelessly recommend that you give my fic a whirl? I am incredibly proud of it, and am so excited to be on the verge of sharing the rest of it with you all 🥰

[w0rrcestershire-sauce]

had a dream about an episode where robin was confirmed canon trans got mad when i woke up

[serialkillerbettycooper]

Top 6 Penelope Blossom moments

6. Lesbian Nun Era Every time we haven't seen a television character in a while it should be revealed that they became a nun and realized they're gay. No exceptions.

5. Husband Poisoning Love to see her pulling a Clytemnestra and killing her husband as revenge for her child, especially given the fact that she was groomed from childhood to be his sisterwife. He had it coming <3

4. You're Killing People. Not People, Men. Her Jennifer Check slay. Also her turn as a serial killer is so funny to me she faces zero consequences for any of it until she decides she feels like it and turns herself in.

3. That Time She Put The Core Four Through A Death Gauntlet I'm going to be real with you. I barely even remember why she did all that but I fully support her. Putting everyone in dramatic outfits? Slay. Making Archie fight some guy dressed as a bear? Queen shit. Making Beronica drink poison for each other? Lesbian rights. Shooting Hal Cooper? Iconic.

2. Popping Out Of The Walls to Tell Cheryl She Murdered Their Entire Extended Family The fact that this is probably the nicest thing she ever did for Cheryl speaks volumes. Also addressing her affectionately as Nightmare Child.

1. Living In The Walls To Try Gaslight Cheryl Into Thinking She Was Being Haunted By Her Secret Triplet Julian Incredibly unnecessary. Extremely dramatic and for literally no reason except to fuck with Cheryl's head. Mother of the year.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana HCs: M6 when MC calls them their husband/wife/spouse

My silly little sequel is here:

M6 planning their wedding with MC

You know, because there was that trend for a bit and they're all down bad for MC/you

Julian

It took you a while to work up to doing it

Not because you were nervous about him having a bad reaction, everybody who has met him knows how much he loves you

No it's because you know his reaction will be so dramatic and you need time to mentally prepare

You know he loves when you take the lead on things, so you let it slip at the Rowdy Raven while you're ordering drinks at the bar

"Yes I'd like that please, and my husband will have a salty bitters. Put it on my tab."

His shrieking puts Malak to shame

"Husband? I'm your HUSBAND?? Did you mean it??? YES!!!"

He's expressing himself in every way at once: laughing, shouting, dancing, "singing", punching the air, spinning you around

All the regular patrons are wondering what secret concoction he ordered, he walked in the door ten minutes ago and he's already on the tables

When did he find the guitar

Give the guitar back to the nice musician, Julian

You're able to herd him back to your regular table and calm him down a bit but you've never seen him giggle constantly like this

After you've had your drinks and left the tavern the walk back home takes twice as long as usual because he needs to tell everyone that he's properly taken now

*bumps into neighborhood acquaintance* "Hey, how are you, I'm their husband!"

Rumors of the beloved Dr Devorak's clandestine wedding are circulating now and he is living for it

He did sit you down and talk about getting married in the future after this

If it's something you were interested in, there are only two reasons he hasn't proposed already:

One, he keeps overthinking and self sabotaging

Two, he's waffling between letting you sweep him off his feet with a proposal or him proposing and getting to make it as grand as he wants to

Asra

Let's be honest here, if any mortal person ever embodied unconditional love, it's him

They gave up half their heart just to have you back in the land of the living, no strings attached, and if you ended up choosing someone else over them, they would support you as long as you were happy

If you're with him though that means you chose him, and he is so so happy

They also love mischief of any kind

You didn't hesitate to try it out once it occurred to you

He walked in from his busy day out as you were closing up the shop, taking off his coat and scarf

"How's your day been, MC?"

"Better now that my spouse is home!"

They stumbled on their way to the tea pot and you could see the blush spreading across the back of their neck

"O-oh, you don't say?"

The dimples are out in full force when he returns with your tea

"Tell me then, MC, how exactly does this spouse of yours make your day better?"

They are going to act on every response they tease out of you

"Is it the way he brings you things to make you smile?" *lays out trinkets he picked up for you while he was out*

"How about the way your spouse kisses you good evening?" *slides an arm around you with a flirtatious smirk*

He's playing it off so smoothly but the blush takes several hours to fade

It'll stay on their mind for a while though, until they circle back and ask you if marriage is something you'd want in the future

If the answer is yes he's getting things in place so he can propose as soon as you're ready to be asked

Nadia

She already introduced you to her family as the person she wanted to marry someday, it's in her plans

She's letting you set the pace for that though, and she's not in a big rush as long as you two belong to each other

Which is why it falls off your lips so casually while you're having afternoon tea on the veranda before she has to host a reception that evening

"I don't know Nadia, if what you say about my reputation is true then those nobles should know better than to give my wife a difficult time tonight."

At least you think you sound pretty casual, you had to rehearse that sentence a few times in your head and your palms are sweating under the tablecloth

She freezes and her eyebrows shoot straight up

"Oh my, MC, how bold of you."

Then she's blushing and laughing and pulling you closer

"Pray tell, when did you begin thinking of me as your wife?"

She's flirting with you but she's also trying to figure out if this is a sign that you're ready to get married yet without putting you under too much pressure

If the answer is no, you're not ready yet, she'll tell you to take all the time you need

But she'll also ask you to call her your wife just one more time, to help her wait

If the answer is yes, you feel ready to marry her, she is gearing up to announce your engagement that evening and reaching for the ring she's been carrying around just in case

This Countess knows a good thing when she has it and she's not wasting any time to make you hers in every way possible

Muriel

Have mercy on his poor heart, he's still getting used to being in love in general

Once you've been in an established relationship for a while though, you start to notice what a wonderful partner he is

He's always happy to help with any heavy lifting or out of reach objects, he makes breakfast for the two of you most mornings, and his favorite moments are when you're curled up next to him

Once your brain assigns the words "husband material" to him you can't unsee it

So when he sees you getting ready to scale the shelves for a bigger wooden bowl and he lifts it down for you, you just can't help yourself

You kiss him on the cheek and thank him kindly

"You're such a wonderful husband, Muriel."

He walks right outside and faceplants into the nearest patch of moss he can find to cool off the blush

The chickens are a little startled

Inanna is laughing at both of you in wolf

You'll have to go after him to make sure he didn't short circuit and apologize for catching him off guard like that

He will want you to explain what you meant right away

If your answer is just that you noticed what a good partner he is and that it just slipped out he'll be bright red and very happy to know that he's successfully treating you well

If you end up admitting that getting married has crossed your mind a few times and you could see that happening with him he's going to need a minute (read: 24 hours minimum)

He's going to ask Asra about it

Somehow he's surprised when Asra's response is an offer to officiate the wedding

Muriel will come back after a bit and quietly let you know that yeah, he's thinking about it too, and it doesn't sound like the worst idea

Portia

In her mind you two are basically married, I mean, you have her back, she has yours, you saved the world together and confessed your undying love to each other, there's not much more to do

You even travel the world and negotiate alliances with other nations together

So you don't think it'll be a big deal if you try it out

You love her "out and about" pirate-esque outfit, and she loves it too

But ever since she wore it to that banquet with Aunt Tasya and Vesuvia's ex-council, the belittling comments she got about it come back to bother her every now and then

You notice she's fidgeting a little before you head out the door for an evening on the town and decide to hype her up

"Damn, you look good! Give me a spin! Look at her Pepi, is my wife the best-looking woman in Vesuvia or what?"

Neither of you expected for it to affect her as much as it did

Her eyes and mouth are wide open in shock, because to be honest?

Getting married hadn't even crossed her mind

But it was starting to sound really appealing, really fast because it meant you got to call her your wife every day

She's giggling and squealing and confused at her own new obsession but very very happy

She won't bring it up right away because you two are about to have the best date EVER and she's about to burst with pride

But she'll bring it up eventually

If your response is that you just felt like calling her that, she's happy. She will request it be a new nickname for her though

If you say that it had crossed your mind a few times, she'll be nervous and excited and very open to heading in that direction

Lucio

He's been married before, it was meh

(A/N: forgive me please, Nadia is not meh, Nadia is a goddess amongst us mere mortals, Lucio recalls their marriage as being meh because there wasn't any love between them)

ANYWAYS (pls don't kill me for real, Nadia fans are top tier and I am but a poor panicking pansexual)

He prefers to leave things in the past, and you're still helping him take the future into consideration, so long-term commitments like marriage aren't even on his radar

Really you just decided to call him that to mess with him a little

You chose the wrong moment for it though, you really did

You were stopping by the palace between gigs to check in on everyone and Nadia invited you to stay for luncheon

Lucio can't say no to a potentially fancy meal and you're happy to chill with a dear friend for a bit

Nadia forgot to mention that she invited Asra over as well, since they're in town and she knows they'll want to see how you're doing

Lucio is reminiscing about some fantastic party trick he pulled in the banquet hall you passed by on your way in and you decide to mess with him a bit

"Yeah, that sounds like something my husband would come up with."

Just as Asra is walking into the room

They're okay with your relationship, they really are, but it's going to take quite a while for Lucio to prove himself worthy of your full commitment

They still worry that he'll regress and it's important to them that you have a way out in case that happens

"WHAT-"

They're not angry, they're freaked, and to be fair Nadia is too

You hurriedly explain to everyone present that you were just messing with them, you didn't know Asra was there, you're sorry, etc

Lucio's not helping. He hadn't thought of marrying you before, but think of the party! Think of the bragging rights! Now everybody knows you chose him!

"Yeah, you heard MC! I'm gonna be the best husband EVER!"

The palace staff collectively refers to the fallout as The Incident

[miss-may-i]

Miss May I: Season 5 Part 41

Richie: Bella! Bella, come back here!

Richie: Bella, what's going on with you lately? You're not acting like yourself. You've always been emotional, but not like this.

Isabella: Is it so wrong that I love so deeply?

Richie: If it's causing you this much pain, then yeah. Is this about your parents?

Isabella: It's not even just them, it's everybody. Everyone is moving on with their lives and there's no place for me.

Richie: Well then--

Isabella: I know what you're going to say. That I need to move on with my life too, but how?

Richie: How about we talk about this inside? Believe it or not, but I really do love you and don't want you catching a cold.

Isabella: *Sniff*

Isabella: Okay.

Isabella: I guess I just never saw things turning out like this. I always thought I'd live with my parents until it was time for us to live together. Then we'd all be one big happy family. But now... Now I don't even know if I believe in marriage. What's the point if everything can just ... end?

Richie: It's true a lot of marriages end in divorce, but a lot don't either. I admit, I'm not ready to get married right now. But that's also why I'm here. It's so that I can get a good job and give you the life you deserve. Marriage, a big house, cute clothes, kids. I want these things as much as you do, but to do it right takes a lot of work. And I'm not going to go through all of this work just to throw it all away and get a divorce however many years from now.

Isabella: I know and I really appreciate how hard you're working. I do, I really do. This is just hard for me. You're here at college, and Damian and Julian are always working.

Richie: I know you have your heart set on being a stay at home mom, but getting a job, even if it's part-time, or some hobbies really wouldn't hurt. You're a great friend, daughter, girlfriend, and I know you'll be a great wife and mother, but who is Isabella the individual?

Isabella: I guess that's what I'm having a hard time figuring out...

Isabella: How did you figure out you want to get into business?

Richie: Well, it was a few things. I wouldn't say I'm passionate about business, but I knew I'd need a good job to support you. Plus, I'm smart and know I can do it. I like the challenge.

Isabella: Wow, it all sounds so cool when you put it like that. What about for someone who's not very smart?

Richie: You're smart ... in your own way. You'll find something. You just won't know what it is until you try it.

Richie: How about this: you stay the night here then I'll drop you off at the bus station tomorrow before my first class?

Isabella: I do.

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*Last few poses by @bmit04*

[thefishermansharbor]

The arcana as parents!

The arcana x GN!Reader ( Asra, Lucio, and Julian will be in part 2 )        TW: Mentions of pregnancy. 

Portia Devorak:

She wouldn’t care whether you adopted or had biological children. 

If you had the child yourselves, she’d be really supportive and gentle with you but still try to keep you entertained during your pregnancy. If she got pregnant instead, she’d want to keep working and keep exploring - only really stopping when she’s physically unable to keep up with her tasks.

If you adopted a child, she’d want to adopt a baby, since she has an attitude of ‘ try everything at least once! ‘ and she’d want to try taking care of an infant, just to see if it was as magical as people say it is.

Portia wants to name her children something meaningful. She’d definitely try and convince you to let her name the child after Mazelinka if it was a girl, and Julian if it was a boy. 

She’s definitely the fun parent. She’s willing to try anything that her child suggests - even if she knows it’s stupid. She loves getting wild with her kids, and making sure their childhood is packed with fun, albeit chaotic, memories.

However, under this, she’s a deeply kind and caring mom. She really loves her child, and is behind them in anything they do undoubtedly. She really wants them to know that she’ll support them no matter what happens and why. She wants them to follow their dreams, and live their lives to the fullest.

You’re at a festival. Specifically – a music festival. Your youngest daughter, Mariam ( named loosely after Mazelinka ) is performing for the first time. Your wife, Portia, squeezes your hand excitedly as you watch your little girl go onto the stage with her piano. 

“ THERE’S MAMA’S SUPER STAR!” She shouts from the audience, before the show can even begin. Mariam notices this, and waves excitedly before she’s ushered over to the center of the stage.

“ oh, look! She’s doing so good, she gets her talent from you. Can you believe that’s our seven year old? I was eating dirt at her age!” Portia jokes, whispering.

“ mhm.” You whisper back, watching carefully.

“ I’m so proud! She’s absolutely amazing at this. I’m so glad that milady gave me the day off for this.” She says quietly to you. She wouldn’t ever want to ruin this moment - but she can’t contain herself. She’s just overjoyed at your daughter’s performance. 

Once the performance is finished, Portia claps longest and loudest out of everyone in the audience. She practically zips through the crowd to get her daughter, giving her a tight bear hug. 

“ You’re wonderful! You’ve got such a talent, honey. Mama’s so very proud of you, and ____ is too!”

Your little girl hugs her back. “ mommy, you’re hugging me a little too tight.” Mariam admits, beaming back at Portia. After a while, Portia lets go. 

“ We should do something to celebrate your awesome skills. How about we go out for a fancy dinner now?” Portia grins. 

“Okay!”, Mariam takes her hand, grinning back. You follow behind the two of them, wondering how you got so lucky.

Muriel the outsider:

I’m sorry, but he would only have biological children if they were an accident. He’s just too anxious to deal with the fears and possible dangers that happen with pregnancy. Plus, he also doesn’t want other children to ever go through what he went through living on the streets as an orphan.

If you do get pregnant by accident, that’s fine. He’d never leave you to deal with a child by yourself, He’ll be there for you and care for you to the best of his ability ( which isn’t a lot because he’s insanely nervous. )

But if things go to plan, and you adopt a child - he doesn’t give a single damn what age or background they are. For him, it’s about making sure that no child has to go through the loneliness that he suffered from.

Doesn’t mind what they’re named. You can take the reigns with that if you’d like, but if he has to make the decision he’ll ultimately name them after something in nature. 

Due to his dangerous childhood, he is a tad overprotective and over affectionate. It’s all good intentions though, he just doesn’t ever want to see his child unhappy or suffering. That’s why he tries to prevent them from getting into any situation that could potentially be dangerous to them. 

Even if Mars would have to crash into the earth for the situation to even possibly be dangerous. He’s just taking that extra precaution! 

“ No, Ivy, don’t touch that.” He says softly, watching his toddler try grab a rose. She doesn’t register this at all, and continues to try and rip the flower out of the soil. 

He walks over, and carefully picks her up. She’s tiny compared to him - he can hold her with one arm. She squirms around, babbling and trying to get back to the plant. 

“ I know, Ivy. But roses have thorns, and they might prick your fingers.” Muriel murmurs. You come up next to him, and kiss him on the cheek, carefully taking your daughter into your arms. 

“ Have you been causing trouble today, baby?” You ask, she simply babbles and grabs onto your shirt in response. 

You then look over to Muriel, he’s silently admiring the two of you. He loves you both so very much, and there couldn’t possibly be a more comforting sight than this to him. 

“ Hi, dear.” He whispers, “How’s your day been?” 

“Not too interesting. Working as the castle Magician has been awfully boring.. I’m glad to see you guys.” 

He nods, and brings you into a hug, kissing your forehead. You would hug him back - but you’re still carefully holding onto your daughter. She’s holding loosely onto your sleeve, staring up at you with big curious eyes.

“ Isn’t she lovely?” Muriel asks, he couldn’t have possibly found a more genuine happiness. He can’t even register your response, he’s just so in awe of how content he is with his life and how there are so many wonderful people in it. He truly wouldn’t trade what he has now for the world. 

Nadia Satrinava:

Would much rather adopt as well. She finds it invigorating to know that she’s providing a home for those who need it and living up to her goal of being a selfless leader and person. 

If you were to have biological children, she’ll spoil you during your pregnancy. She’ll spoil you as if there’s no tomorrow - getting you anything and everything you might need or want. If she’s the one who gets pregnant, she’ll have Portia take over some of her duties as countess while she works towards term. She doesn’t want to overwork herself and hurt her child, but she still has lingering guilt that she isn’t working.

If you are to adopt, she would rather adopt a slightly older child. One who could walk and talk already, merely because she’s afraid that her duties as countess would prevent her from teaching her child those immaculately. 

Would want her child to have an important name that displays their personality and suits them. She’d have to meet her child first before deciding on a name, and choose one accordingly.

Is a calm parent but also a voice of authority. She’s the one who gives your child a scolding if they step too far out of line, but it’s always level headed and reasonable. She’ll be mature and never make your child upset. 

What’s the one thing she wishes to instill in your child? She wants them to have a good education. She wants them to be educated, and have good self - advocacy skills. 

“ Noam, have you been studying?” Nadia asks him quietly, sat across from him at the table. You’re sitting left of your lover, and right of your son. She skims through important documents and he doodles on his notebook, smiling.

“ Yes, mama. I got a 90% on my math quiz today.” He says proudly, smiling.

She looks up, grinning back at him. You notice how he inherited her smile, and it makes you let out a soft chuckle. 

“ Wow! I’m so proud of you, Noam. You’re an excellent boy.” She gushes, putting down what she was working on. You nod, backing up her words 100%. “ You’ve never done as well as that before, good job!” 

He beams at the both of you, “ do you really think so?” He asks timidly.

“Of course.” Nadia says, “ you’re my precious boy, and I’m so proud of you.” She walks over, and kisses him on the top of the head. 

“ – I tried my best.” He said proudly. 

“ That’s all I ever ask of you, hunny.” She says, running her hand through his hair and messing with it. He laughs. You smile at the two of them.

[vesuvianhermitcrabs]

The Arcana M6 When MC Is Crunchy

For context, MC can crack every joint in their body (knuckles, back, knees, hips, the whole shebang) and one day they just get on all fours before twisting and bending and making this horrific cracking crunching bone noise right in front of their terrified LI

(This is extremely self servient)

Asra

In all fairness, they already knew. Does that mean they're used to it? It's complicated

You were gone for a long enough time that he forgot what it was like to live with a human sheet of bubble wrap

The first time he heard your crunching after they brought you back, happy tears flooded his eyes, because it was such a you thing, if that makes sense

They're a little sad they can't do it too, though

Of all the LIs, he's absolutely the least disturbed, and at the end of the day, he thinks it's pretty sick

Nadia

Oh dear. That's not right

More concerned than anything, immediately takes you to the court physician to figure out just what's wrong with you

You will be rushed there as quickly as possible before you even realize what's wrong or have the opportunity to say anything

When you gently explain to her that you're just built a little strangely she'll just sit there and stare at you, dumbfounded

Then she'll throw her head back and let out a relieved, hearty laugh

You see a shiver go up her spine every time you do the crunch ritual though (she's trying really hard to be supportive)

Julian

Holy shit. Him too.

Imagine all the mischief you two could get up to! Crawling out from beneath the bar tables and scaring the shit out of everyone in the joint (pun intended) with your full-body crunches? If you're down he's down is all he's saying–

He's mostly sure that it's not bad for you or anything. Probably. Actually he never really cared to check, seeing as he's lacking a little in the self-care department

Mazelinka can sense when it's about to happen and gives you the most soul devouring glare whenever either of you is about to crunch

Portia

She's devastated.

Growing up, Julian could always do that, and you know what? She was always really jealous. She cannot physically pop one joint in her whole entire being

And she hates it with a passion

She doesn't hate you, of course... but she will work until she inevitably burns out trying to distract herself from you and her brother's shared ability

She comes home one day, declaring that she's come to terms with not being able to do it as well, but she is glad that you and Julian have something in common. You're glad she's happy, even though it's been three weeks since the crackening

This will make for great teasing material in the future if you're willing to utilize it

Muriel

He does posess the ability to crack his knuckles and neck, but anything beyond that is a little much

The first time he saw/heard your full body crunches it was on the trip with Morga, who stood next to him, watching in morbid fascination

His right hand flew up over his mouth and he started towards you like he thought he should help, before stepping back. He realized he has no idea how to help you and waited it out in horror

Now the joint cracking just puts the fear of god into him a little bit

He has SO many questions (he'll never ask but he definitely has them)

He still loves and accepts you, no matter what quirks or flaws you have (but seriously though what the heck)

Lucio

MC what are you doing...?

OH GOD.

He hates it. The sound makes his skin crawl and he thinks there's something wrong with you, no matter how many times you explain to him that you're okay

...but he's not going to give up on you. He goes to dozens of "medical professionals" to try and find some sort of miracle cure to fix you (your poor wallet lol)

Still brags about it to random people for no reason, even though he seriously, genuinely, honestly, truly DESPISES the crunch

Morga thinks it's great

Btw just thought I should clarify, these full body joint crunches are genuinely horrific, which is why the M6 had such strong reactions 😭😭

Imagine bending into horrible knotted shapes while the loudest most eardrum shattering crunches come from you, for an extended period of time if that helps 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[ghostieeeee]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟗: 𝟓𝟎 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐒

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Warnings: none

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The library was a sanctuary of your own mind. So crowded and yet so empty. Books pile against one another for support, carpeted floor stained from those who sneak food into these private walls. This was your safe haven during every break - and occasionally - after school for essay catch-ups. You rarely come here alone since being by yourself in this area felt off without at least Kazuha. However, as it appears, being here with someone new felt even weirder than being alone.

“So how far did you get with your part last night?”

You hum, looking up to the girl sitting beside you. “I only got a few more paragraphs done before my sister had to ruin my focus. Sorry” you offer Haerin a shy smile, so which she faintly reciprocates.

“It's fine. We still have plenty of time to complete this. I'm basically always free so please use my number when you feel like you need my help on anything or if you want to meet up to discuss anything”

“Thank you, Haerin. I honestly don't know how well I'd be coping if I had anyone else as my partner”

Haerin takes a moment to hum, nodding “honestly, me too. Getting someone - anyone else from that class just seems like such a nightmare waiting to happen”

“Especially the louder ones”

“Everyone in that class is loud” she grins, knowing she was in a place of being purely correct. “I probably would've just done all the work myself to prevent the migraine of having anyone else in that class run my head along the walls about being confused”

You laugh lightly, trying to remain quiet for those who came to focus, much like you and Haerin. Although, it's quite apparent there wasn't a whole lot of focusing going on between you two, but that hadn't stopped you from slowly progressing through paragraph after paragraph of carefully constructed sentence after sentence.

Somehow, time passed faster than you could've ever anticipated, and with it, came a time for Haerin to leave. Your farewells fell short, and soon enough, you were alone in the library.

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: Dating in a high school full of love thirsty teenagers was never really something you wanted. But of course, things change- and you learnt that in more ways than one. Kim Minji, one of the more popular students. Hong y/n, probably the most invisible person alive. They couldn't possibly be dating… or maybe they could be? You never know what goes on behind closed doors.

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𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: [𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍]

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[themushroomgoesyeet]

For the first installment of this series, let's start with something easy!

Arcana characters as Disney princesses/princes

Julian - Flynn Rider/Eugene

These two are so similar istg

Dashing, dramatic, swashbuckling rogues with dry humor and a secret, insecure soft side?

The only difference between them is one is ginger with an eye patch and the other isn't

Honestly Eugene would probably be a good pick for a voice hc tbh

Oh hey they're both orphans with big brother vibes too look at that

Asra - Elsa

White hair? Check. Water-related magic? Check. orphans? Check. Unconditional fashion style that doesn't really match everyone else but still looks drop-dead gorgeous regardless? Check

Both of them also have familial abandonment issues and feel the need to isolate themselves from the people they love instead of confronting the problem smh

I will admit their romantic interests are a bit different, with Asra being bisexual and Elsa either being a lesbian or aro/ace at best

Both of them have also been described to have seductive singing voices 👀

Nadia - Princess Jasmine

We👏stan👏 headstrong 👏 independent 👏 middle eastern- inspired👏queens👏here👏

Ngl Jasmine is one of my favorite Disney princesses & she & Nadia would definitely hit it off

Both feel stuck in their respective lives while also wanting to rule, and try to take action for themselves whenever they can

Also both of them would look absolutely stunning in an outfit swap

Muriel - Hercules

Honey you mean HUNK-ules

I know Hercules isn't technically a Disney prince but he fits Muriel too well

Big and strong but shy and genuine at heart? Hell yeah

Their reactions to fame are a little bit different but they are the same when it comes to falling in love; both are so gentle and genuinely caring, and can't stop gushing about their partner

Also amazing idols for how men are supposed to treat women - a.k.a with respect

Both have a heathy amount of respect for their partners modesty (even when said partner is trying to seduce them on purpose), as well as their partners autonomy to make their own decisions

Not to mention they both have estranged families that they didn't know about, and a supportive animal companion

Portia - Rapunzel

I know some of you might be thinking "why not Merida? They look so alike with their frizzy mop of ginger hair!" Well, dear chat, let me explain

While they may look similar, Portia and Merida do not act similar. Merida is rebellious, headstrong, and airheaded, fighting her loved ones on everything and doing what she wants regardless of the consequences until said consequences come back to bite her in the butt. Portia on the other hand, while also headstrong, is spunky, kind, and takes others feelings and opinions into account instead of doing the first daring thing that comes into her head

Which brings me to Rapunzel. Admittedly, Rapunzel is a lot more sheltered and inexperienced about the world than Portia was but they are still kindred spirits. Curious, spunky, headstrong, kind, compassionate, and unafraid to fight for themselves.

They're ready to take on the world even if they don't know enough about it

Both also have evil and manipulative family members (ik Mother Gothel isn't Rapunzel's family; she was still the one who raised Rapunzel & Rapunzel considered her family long enough for it to count in this situation)

Both also meet love interests who guide them through the part of the world that's unknown to them, be it magic for Portia or the world as a whole for Rapunzel

Lucio - Merida

remember all those traits I listed for Merida? Yeah Lucio fits those

Merida and Lucio may be hella good warriors, but boy are they stupid sometimes

Both also have mommy issues™

Both are also wildly inexperienced with magic and should really be more cautious about it

Both just go "oopsies" and expect everything to be fine because of their status when it's never fine

Can you tell yet that these two bother me lol

Both were brought up in a Scottish-sounding culture and you can't change my mind

[sicknessbysalem]

ong i adore saylor! i’d love to see a sickfic of her soon but i don’t have any specific request ideas haha i loved the new story!

ask and you shall receive!

i adore these two! they have such a fun relationship dynamic to play with.

if you have any questions, comments, or requests, send them my way!

tw emeto, nausea, scat (as a symptom), affectionate bullying, fever, implications/mentions of a recurring health issue

The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the courtyard where Saylor was hard at work on her latest mural for the school.

Her hands moved easily, the spray paint can hissing as vibrant colors came to life on the wall. The mural, a swirling mix of abstract shapes and bold lines, was already drawing admiring glances from passersby.

Saylor had been asked by the school to complete this mural. To fix the boring, empty wall in the courtyard before someone else got their hands on it and did who knew what with it.

Julian stood nearby, watching Saylor with a mix of awe and admiration.

“That looks incredible, Saylor," he said, flipping through his own sketchbook, "You've outdone yourself this time."

Saylor grinned, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. "Thanks, Jules. I'm really feeling this one."

As she continued to work, a sudden wave of nausea hit her, causing her to pause mid-spray.

She frowned, pressing a hand to her stomach. Beneath her hand, she felt something. Gurgling, bubbling, something uncomfortable.

“That's weird," she muttered under her breath.

Julian noticed her discomfort immediately. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, stepping closer. "You look a little pale."

Saylor shrugged it off, trying to focus on the mural. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's probably just the paint fumes getting to me. Plus it’s hot…”

Julian's concern deepened. "Maybe we should take a break. Get some fresh air and grab something to eat. You haven't eaten since breakfast, right?"

Saylor hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah, you're probably right. A break sounds good."

They put the paint cans up against the wall and headed towards the campus café. The walk was short, but Saylor couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in her stomach.

At the café, they found a quiet corner and ordered their meals. Saylor chose a simple sandwich and a side of fruit, while Julian opted for a salad and a smoothie.

They chatted casually as they waited for their food, Julian doing his best to keep the conversation light and distracting.

"So, I heard Ethan's been avoiding the art building since his little 'incident,'" Julian said with a smirk. "Seems like he's embarrassed to show his face."

Saylor chuckled, though it was a bit forced. "Serves him right. Maybe he'll finally stop acting like he's better than everyone else."

Their food arrived, and Saylor took a tentative bite of her sandwich. She felt fine. In fact, swallowing the bite made her stomach growl, and she was almost sure it was just that she was hungry. Her stomach felt… better? She couldn’t tell.

They finished their meal, Julian doing most of the talking while Saylor listened, grateful for the distraction. Despite her attempts to ignore it, Saylor's stomach felt unusually heavy, an uncomfortable weight that settled low in her abdomen.

“I’m going to use the bathroom real quick,” Saylor said, pushing her chair back and standing up. Julian nodded, his eyes still filled with concern, but he didn't press her.

Saylor walked to the bathroom, each step making her more aware of the uneasy sensation in her stomach. She pushed the door open and locked it behind her, leaning against it for a moment. The cool surface of the door provided a slight relief against the growing heat of her discomfort.

Taking a deep breath, she moved to stand over the toilet, unsure if she was going to throw up or not. Her stomach churned ominously, sending sporadic waves of nausea up her throat.

She bent over slightly, placing her hands on her knees for support, and tried to gauge whether she was actually going to be sick or if it was just a false alarm.

Her stomach gurgled, and she felt a pressure building in her chest. She burped, the taste of acid lingering unpleasantly in her mouth. She waited, hoping it would pass, but another, stronger burp followed, making her gag slightly.

She dry heaved, but nothing came up, leaving her feeling even more unsettled.

She stood there for a few moments, her breath coming in shallow, uneasy gasps. Her mind raced, trying to convince herself that it was just a passing discomfort, that she would be fine if she just took a few deep breaths.

But the sensation in her stomach didn't ease. If anything, it seemed to grow worse, a persistent, gnawing feeling that made her question her earlier nonchalance.

She couldn’t be sick. Not now… right?

-

Saylor stood in front of the mural once again, the afternoon sun now casting longer shadows across the courtyard. She took a deep breath and picked up a can of spray paint, the familiar hiss of the aerosol bringing a slight sense of normalcy.

But as she began to work, her stomach continued to churn uncomfortably, each stroke and spray reminding her of the unsettling nausea that had been plaguing her since lunch.

Julian sat nearby, watching her. He had his fashion book, a bag of fabric swatches next to him.

"Hey, Saylor, how about I take your jacket and give it a little makeover? I've got some fabrics and materials that would look awesome on it."

Saylor glanced at him, one eyebrow raised, as she took off the dark purple and blue faux leather jacket. “Knock yourself out. Just don't turn it into one of those pastel nightmares you love so much."

Julian laughed and took her jacket, laying it out on the grass. He pulled out some of his supplies—a mix of fabrics, patches, and small embellishments. "Don't worry, it'll still be you. Just with a little extra flair."

As he worked, Saylor tried to focus on her mural, but her stomach continued to rebel. It felt like a cauldron of acid, bubbling up her throat.

She suppressed a small burp, tasting the bitter tang of stomach acid. She winced and pressed a hand to her abdomen, hoping the sensation would pass.

"Everything okay?" Julian asked, glancing up from his project.

"Just a little indigestion," Saylor replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "You know how I get when I eat. I'll be fine."

Julian nodded, “You do know that’s not objectively normal, right?”

Saylor waved him off, determined to push through. "I'm good. Besides, what can you do? I’ll be alright. Just need to lose myself in the art for a bit and stay standing, that usually helps me digest better.”

But as she continued, the discomfort grew worse. Her stomach felt like it was tied in knots, and each passing minute made it harder to ignore the urgent signals her body was sending. The acid reflux was relentless, each burp bringing a fresh wave of bitterness to her mouth. This was more than just her stomach having a hard time digesting food, it was never this bad.

She tried to keep painting, but a sudden, intense cramp doubled her over. She gritted her teeth, determined not to show weakness.

But the feeling was undeniable. Her lower stomach seized, gurgled. Saylor felt a pressing urgency to find a bathroom. She impulsively wrapped an arm around her stomach.

"Saylor, are you sure you're alright?" Julian's voice was tinged with concern.

"Yeah, just... just need a minute," she muttered, trying to keep her voice steady. "I'll be back in a sec."

Saylor set down the spray paint can, feeling a sharp twist in her stomach as she bent over. The sensation was unsettling, a queasy mix of nausea and cramping that made her pause.

Standing up slowly, she felt a wave of dizziness, the weight in her stomach growing heavier with each passing second.

"I'll be back in a minute," she said, trying to keep her voice steady as she began to walk towards the nearest building.

With every step, the urgency increased, her stomach gurgling ominously, each noise a warning of what was to come.

Her pace quickened as the pressure in her abdomen became more insistent, each step sending fresh waves of discomfort through her body. It felt as though her stomach was a ticking time bomb, the gurgling and churning growing louder and more frantic.

By the time she reached the bathroom, Saylor was nearly running. She slipped into a stall, the cold metal of the door pressing against her back as she fumbled to unzip her leather jeans.

As she collapsed onto the toilet, her stomach let go, releasing a rush of diarrhea that left her bracing her arms against the walls of the stall for support.

The sensation was both a release and a torment, her stomach twisting painfully with each wave. She took deep, shaky breaths, trying to steady herself as her body continued its relentless revolt.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, her face flushed with exertion. She could feel the muscles in her abdomen contracting uncontrollably, each spasm sending another wave of liquid out of her.

Saylor leaned forward, resting her elbows against her knees and her against her hands on the side of the stall, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

She felt drained, her body trembling from the effort. The nausea that had been a constant undercurrent now surged to the forefront, making her gag, forcing her to cover her mouth though nothing came up. Another wave of liquid poured out of her.

She stayed there for several minutes, caught in a vicious cycle of cramps and nausea, each seize of her stomach punctuated by more liquid splattering into the toilet. This was way more than her stomach not wanting to digest lunch right.

Saylor’s mind was racing with a mix of frustration and desperation. Finally, the immediate urgency began to subside, though her stomach still felt unsettled and raw.

Taking a few more deep breaths, she wiped her face with a piece of toilet paper, trying to regain some semblance of composure. She cleaned up as quick as she could.

Her legs felt weak and unsteady as she stood up, her reflection in the small mirror above the sink confirming what she already knew—she looked as bad as she felt.

She splashed some cold water on her face, hoping it would help settle her nerves and ease the lingering nausea.

Finally, she pulled herself together and headed back out to the courtyard.

When she returned, Julian was still working on her jacket, his concentration evident. He looked up as she approached, his expression shifting to one of concern.

"You okay?" he asked gently.

"Yeah, just needed a quick bathroom break," Saylor said, forcing a smile. "What's the verdict on the jacket?"

Julian held it up, the added fabrics and patches giving it a unique, personalized flair. "What do you think? It’s not done yet but…”

Saylor examined it, her eyes lighting up despite her discomfort. "It's awesome, Jules."

She picked up her spray paint can and turned back to the mural, determined to finish despite everything. Julian stayed close, while Saylor fought to keep her discomfort at bay.

Saylor's stomach churned violently as she continued to work on the mural, each stroke of the spray paint feeling like a monumental effort.

The colors blurred before her eyes, and she found it increasingly difficult to focus. Her stomach roiled with an uneasy mixture of nausea and cramping, making her movements jerky and uncoordinated. Minutes turned into an hour, and it was taking every ounce of strength for her to not start shaking from how nauseous she felt.

Julian, still working on her jacket nearby, glanced over with concern. "Saylor, you sure you don't need to sit down for a bit?"

She forced a smile, trying to keep up her usual bravado. "Nah, I'm good. Just gotta power through, you know?"

But as she tried to engage Julian in conversation, her voice wavered. "So, Jules, any new campus drama I should know about?"

Julian looked at her, his brow furrowing. "Not much. Just the usual gossip. Are you okay? You don't look so great."

Saylor's stomach twisted painfully, and she pressed a hand to her abdomen, another small burp sending acid licking the back of her throat that she muffled behind her hand, trying to ignore the growing urgency in her lower stomach again.

“Yeah, just... the paint fumes, and the heat, I guess," she lied, knowing full well it was more than that. "I'll be right back.”

She dropped the spray paint can again and hurried towards the bathroom, her pace more urgent this time. Her stomach felt like it was filled with molten lava, each step sending waves of nausea through her body. By the time she reached the bathroom, she was almost running.

She barely made it into the stall before another bout of diarrhea hit, leaving her clutching the sides of the stall for support once more. She felt her shirt sticking to her back.

The nausea grew worse, her stomach churning violently. She took deep breaths, hoping it would pass, but the sensation only intensified.

Saylor stood up shakily, making her way to the sink. She gripped the edge, her knuckles white, trying to steady herself. Her reflection in the mirror showed a pale, sweat-drenched face, her eyes wide with distress. She swallowed hard, feeling the bile rise in her throat.

A few moments later, Julian entered the bathroom, his worry evident. "Saylor? Are you okay?"

She turned to him, shaking her head slowly, "I... I don't feel so good, Jules."

“Is your stomach giving you trouble?” Julian asked, “Usually, sandwiches are easy to digest for you.”

“I… don’t… feel… good…” Saylor’s words were choppy, small gags interrupting her sentence.

Just as she said it, another wave of nausea hit, and she stumbled back into the stall. She barely had time to brace herself over the toilet before she started to vomit, her body heaving violently. Julian rushed to her side, holding her hair back and steadying her as she retched.

"It's okay, Saylor," he murmured, his voice soothing. "I'm here. Just let it out."

Saylor's body convulsed as she threw up, the contents of her stomach coming up in powerful, relentless waves.

Each heave sent a fresh surge of vomit into the toilet, and she could feel it burning her throat and nostrils.

Julian's steadying hand on her back provided some comfort, but the sickness was overwhelming.

Julian rubbed her back in slow, comforting circles, his touch gentle yet firm. "Just breathe, Saylor. I've got you."

Her stomach contracted again, forcing more vomit up her throat. The taste of bile was sharp and acrid in her mouth, making her gag even harder. She could feel the chunks of sandwich pour out of her.

Saylor heaved again. She could feel the vomit coming out of her nose, the sensation burning and painful. She couldn’t breathe, just coughed. Which made her vomit again.

Julian shifted from rubbing her back, to placing his hand on her abdomen and rubbing hard circles over her stomach. The same thing she did to him.

The motion, meant to comfort, only intensified her nausea, causing her to vomit even harder. She could feel her body shaking with the effort, the retching so intense it left her gasping for breath. She was thankful for it.

Julian held her steady, hand pressed to her abdomen, his other hand keeping her hair out of her face. "God, Say, why is your stomach always set to exorcism when you throw up?”

Saylor's stomach heaved again, sending another torrent of vomit into the toilet. She smacked his hand with her own to his comment, and he only held her tighter.

She could feel her body weakening, the relentless sickness taking its toll. The vomit came in frequent, abundant waves, leaving her feeling drained and miserable.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the vomiting began to subside. Saylor collapsed against Julian, her body trembling with exhaustion. He held her gently, his arms providing a steady support as she wrapped them around her, holding her just above her chest.

"It's okay," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face and wiping her cheek with his finger, brushing away a tear. “You're okay now, blackberry."

Saylor nodded weakly, too tired to speak. She closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling of Julian's comforting presence.

“Deep breaths…” Julian said, “That’s it…”

Saylor nodded, taking deep breaths. In through her nose, out of her mouth. She reached blindly but somehow managed to grab toilet paper and wipe off her face.

She leaned back against Julian, who placed the back of his hand on her cheek and her forehead.

“Oh, Say, you’re really warm,” Julian said softly.

-

Saylor lay on her bed, curled up on her left side. Her stomach still churned ominously, the discomfort making it impossible to find a truly comfortable position.

Julian sat beside her, his hand gently rubbing her shoulder in slow, soothing circles. He had pulled up a true crime article on his phone, his voice soft and steady as he read aloud.

The familiar rhythm of his voice was comforting, a steady presence that helped distract Saylor from the turmoil in her stomach.

Saylor felt her stomach seize, tasted bile. But she didn’t want to throw up again. It hurt, and she hated it.

"And the detectives soon realized," Julian read, "that the seemingly random clues were part of a much larger, more sinister pattern..."

Saylor closed her eyes, trying to focus on the story and let herself drift off to sleep. But each time she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness, a fresh wave of nausea would surge through her, pulling her back to painful alertness. Her stomach felt like it was tied in knots.

Julian glanced at her, his brow furrowed with concern. "You okay, Saylor? You look really pale."

"I'm fine," she murmured, though her voice was strained. "Just... trying to sleep."

Julian continued to rub her shoulder, his touch gentle and comforting. He was better at comforting her than she ever was with him. Or, this was how he comforted her. This worked for her, and what she did worked for him.

“Do you want me to stop reading? I can put on some music or something if you think that would help."

"No, keep reading," Saylor said, her eyes still closed. "You have the kind of voice that would make teenage girls lose their minds"

Julian chuckled softly before he nodded and resumed reading, his voice a steady, calming presence.

But Saylor's stomach had other plans. She could feel the nausea building, a slow, creeping sensation that made her mouth water and her skin break out in a cold sweat.

She swallowed hard, hoping to quell the rising tide, but it was no use.

She shifted slightly, trying to find a position that would ease the pressure in her abdomen.

Her stomach gurgled loudly, a sharp, painful cramp making her wince.

“Was that your stomach, blackberry?” Julian asked.

Saylor nodded slowly with a small whine.

"Jules," she said, "I think... I think I'm going to be sick."

Julian immediately set his phone aside and helped her sit up, his hand still on her shoulder. "Do you need the trash can? Or can you make it to the bathroom?"

Saylor shook her head, feeling the nausea intensify. "Trash can... please."

Julian grabbed the small trash can from beside the desk and brought it over, holding it out to her just in time. Saylor leaned over it, her body tensing as she felt the first violent heave rip through her.

Her stomach contracted painfully, forcing up a rush of vomit that splashed into the trash can with a sickening sound.

“You know, Say, you should audition for if they ever make another exorcist movie,” Julian said, pulling back Saylor’s hair again, “You’re a natural.”

She retched again, the force of it making her whole body shake. Julian kept a steady hand on her back, rubbing gently to offer what comfort he could.

Saylor's stomach heaved again, bringing up another torrent of vomit. The taste was bitter and acrid, burning her throat and nostrils. She could feel tears prickling at the corners of her eyes from the effort, her body straining with each violent retch. Somehow, having less coming out of her made her retches sound even worse.

Julian's hand moved to her hair, holding it back from her face as she continued to vomit.

He whispered soothing words, his voice a steady anchor in the storm of her sickness. "You're doing great, Saylor. Just a little more."

Each heave seemed to come harder and faster, leaving her gasping for breath in between. She could feel the vomit forcing its way up her throat, her body betraying her with its relentless need to expel whatever was causing her so much discomfort.

The force of her vomiting was so intense that it left her dizzy and lightheaded, each wave taking a toll on her already exhausted body.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the vomiting began to subside. Saylor leaned back, panting heavily, her body trembling with the effort.

Julian was there, holding her steady, his touch a reassuring presence in the midst of her misery.

"You're okay blackberry,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her sweaty forehead. "It's over now. Just breathe."

Saylor nodded weakly, her eyes closing as she tried to catch her breath. Her stomach still felt uneasy, but the immediate urgency had passed. She leaned against Julian, grateful for his unwavering support.

"Thank you, Jules," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Julian smiled, his hand still gently rubbing her back. "You'd do the same for me, Saylor. Now, let's get you comfortable and see if we can get you to rest a bit."

With Julian's help, Saylor lay back down.

Julian set the trash can aside, before gently wiping the tears off Saylor’s face again.

“You did good, Say,” Julian said, “Just breathe, okay?”

[stackofpossums]

Could I get a Hc for how the M6 would react to finding out Mc's past is worse than they thought? Like finding the shop is the point their life goes from awful to okay to eventually great. Before then? You can leave it as vague as you'd like.

(I have an Mc who was an executioner/pet similar but different from Muriels executioner/gladiator role being Their scars are from the person in charge and all their opponents were never given a chance. Another Mc who tried to live up to others expectations for him. Eventually forced to leave his home or die at 10 because his sister tried to murder him for a power he didn't even want. My third Mc who had abusive parents and learned from a passing by sparrow that they need to run away to save themselves.

What if before the shop Mc's life was actually horrible? So like to the point they never told anyone, not even Asra. Only telling stories about after they had moved to the shop to live with their aunt.)

I just finished a big assignment so Mc who has a dark past let's go:

Asra: He already knew MC past was dark and was kind of glad they didn't have to remember that when they lost their memories. Then they got their memory back. And oh. OH. He never knew it was this bad. At first, he's a little upset that MC never felt safe enough to confide in him. He quickly realizes, "No, it wasn't him." He's grateful MC chose to confide in him now, and he's going to do everything in his power to support them. He'll hold them and comfort them while they talk if MC is comfortable with that. The salamander has already lit the stove so he can brew some calming tea. Therapy has been scheduled. He is fully committed to helping MC heal as much as possible, mostly out of love, but there's a tiny part of him that feels guilty for not knowing sooner.

Julian: He thought he had it bad. He didn't know it could be this bad. He may be a doctor, but... for quite possibly the first time in his life, he knows he isn't qualified to fix this. He's gonna set MC up with the best mental health care. Until then, he's going to attempt to theraptize them himself. He encourages MC to talk not only about their past but also about how it made them feel, how they're feeling now, what challenges they are having, and anything and everything else they want to share. He's going to respond with hella words of affirmation, making sure MC knows how much he cares about them and that their safe now.

Nadia: Patiently listens to MC's story, no matter how gruesome the details are. She'll hold them tightly when it becomes too much for them to bear. There are no words to describe the hurt she feels for them to her very core. Afterward, she is setting them up with the best mental health support money can buy. Only the best therapists, medications, if MC wants to try them, or anything else. Anything MC thinks will help them is theirs. No expense is too great for her beloved MC. She's pretty venengeful, though. It'll be tough to convince her not to make the lives of anyone who's made MC suffer hell. She'll relent eventually, though, because she's knows if MC doesn't want that, it won't be helpful.

Muriel: Out everyone here, he understands it the most. It's a little hard for him to listen sometimes because he remembers times in his life where he felt just as hopeless as MC. He's here for MC, though, and makes it his mission to make sure MC NEVER feels that way again. He shares the techniques he's found for dealing with trauma, as well as helps MC find what works for them. He pushes them to keep going when he notices they are struggling. He comforts them when it's too much. He celebrates with them for every challenge they overcome, no matter how "small." It's the least he can do for them after everything they've done for him.

Portia: When MC first opens up about their past, their a bit afraid they're going to get squeezed to death by Portia's hugs. She's the other LI mostly likey to try to go after the people's who hurt her precious MC, she solves problems with fists flying. But that's okay. She's sneaky. She's going to make sure anyone who hurt MC wakes up to a fun surprise. Other than that, MC can always count on Portia for a listening ear. She will comfort MC through any story they need to tell and wants to help them find closure however she can.

Lucio: Oh. Oh no. No one gets to hurt his MC. No one. Who shall he defeat in battle for you? That won't help? Oh... well... what can he do? Lucio would do ANYTHING to make things better for MC. Just say the word. Hugs, he's here. No hugs? That's fine, too. He's here to listen. He knows a thing or two about unpleasant pasts. But you have each other now. MC has had his back despite everything he's done. It would be criminal not to do the same.

[acourtofinkandpapyrus]

A flower with Petals of Flame: Part thirteen (Eris x Reader)

Warnings: Angst, betrayal, secrets, and trauma! Allll the fun stuff-

Part twelve Part fourteen

Tag list: open

Y/n's chat with Azriel does not go well, but at least she has her two friends to support her.

We all sat at the table, and I was probably the happiest one there.

And that was saying a lot.

“How long have you been working with Eris?”  Azriel asked me, as if that was why I was acting like this.

I rolled my eyes.  “It’s not like that, he’s a friend.  We’ve been for a long time.”

Azriel’s eyes bored into me.  “Even after what he did to Morrigan?”

Eris stiffened, and even Sam’s eyes slid over to me.

I hadn’t told Sam.  Not because he would judge me, but because it just… I didn’t like talking about it.

I take a deep breath before saying, “Eris didn’t do anything.  He was trying to help.”

Azriel’s wings flared as he shot to his feet, the rest of us following.  “He left her nailed to a tree.”  He growled.

I can feel Eris about to speak, but I cut him off, telling Azriel the thing I thought I would never tell anyone.

“I was the one who told him to leave her there.”  I snarl, and I feel tears starting to prick my eyes.

He stops, overloaded.

“I told him to because if Beron knew Eris had helped her, he would have killed both of them.  So I told him what to do and I led you there.”

Azriel just stood there.  “You left her there.  For him.”

“I left her there so that she didn’t have to be forced to marry someone she didn’t love after all she had went through.”  I snarl.

“If you want to blame someone, blame me.  But Eris?  Eris had-”

A warm hand landed on my arm comfortingly, and I looked over to see Eris’s eyes burning softly.  “You’re okay.”

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

I turn back to Azriel, who is looking at me with disgust.

“You don’t know the life I’ve had Azriel.  So even if you think I’m evil, if you think I’m a monster, I am just doing what I can to help everyone.”  I say, even though my heart hurts just from the way he’s looking at me.

“I don’t think you're evil.”  Azriel says, but stops there.

“That’s because she’s not.”  Sam says, stepping in.  “I don’t know what she’s told you, but the things she’s told me about her father are nightmarish.”

I wince as I see Azriel’s eyes sharpen.  “Sam-”

“No.  Do you know what he did to her?”  Sam asked, slamming his hand on the table.  “Because if you do and you’re still acting as if her life was easy, as if she didn’t do what she had to, then you are one fucking-”

“SAM.”  I shout, staring him down.

I knew he was angry on my behalf, but Azriel wasn’t the enemy.  He had no idea what my life was like before.

Even if he did, I couldn’t blame him for being this angry, this hurt.

I still hate myself for what happened.

Why did I expect him to feel any differently?

“Listen Azriel, Rhysand can’t know about this.  Not yet anyway.”  I shift uncomfortably.

His face twitched, and I could tell he was absolutely furious.  “And why not?”

I take a deep breath, glancing at Sam.  He was going to hate this.

“What if I showed you why?”  I say, my heart beating fast in my chest.

This was a secret, possibly bigger than the secret Velaris had been.

Sam gaped at me.  “Y/N, we’ve never-”

I shifted into a role I had become more comfortable with is the past few centuries.

Leader.

“Maybe we haven’t, but before this there was never a mass breach in the universe.”  I retort, and Sam nods, understanding I needed the floor.

Azriel wasn’t just anyone, he was family.

And I needed him to see me as more right now.  To see who I had become.  Funny, since I had always been trying to do the opposite.

His curiosity got the better of him and Azriel asked, “So there were smaller ones?”

I dipped my head in a nod.  “I’m sure you’re aware, as they were caused by the cauldron.  I’m guessing Julian has kept our secrets by your complete unawareness of this situation.”  I say, and I know that it irritates Az that he hadn’t realized that Julian had spun the same lie I had.

The easiest lie, and the most believable one was that we had no idea of what had happened after we died.  That’s why we had it set as the mandatory explanation in case of situations like these.

“So, I don’t tell Rhysand about any of this, and you… What, tell me more secrets I can’t tell my Highlord, your brother?”  He asks, his voice low.

I smile, leaning forward and resting my chin on my interlaced hands.  “Come on Az.  I know you well enough to know that you hoard secrets like a dragon hoards gold.”  I let my smile spread, looking him in the eyes.  “I’m offering you the biggest secret of all time.  What lies after death.”

He froze, and I knew I had him.

Eris was so close I could scent the surprise on him, but I could tell by the way his hand squeezed my leg under the table reassuringly, that it wasn’t a bad thing.

“I would be betraying my Highlord.  He-”  Azriel started to say, grinding his teeth.

I cut him off smoothly, “It would not be a betrayal.  What I am asking you to do is… It’s asking you to not tell Rhys that I’m acting on my own.  He won’t understand, and I don’t want to add my brother to the list of people I have to boss around.”  I say, losing the attitude and sitting up straight once again.

Az scoffed, and Sam stiffened as Azriel said snarkily, “You would ‘boss around’ the most powerful highlord in history?”

Back in the afterlife, I would have done some showy display of my power, a threat. 

This wasn’t the afterlife though, and as I have to keep reminding myself, Azriel is not the enemy.

I shrug, keeping my face neutral as I say, “Well, I guess we’ll see depending on what you choose.”

Azriel shoved to his feet.  “We are going home, and you are telling us everything.”  He snarled, and Sam went to draw his dagger again.

I give him a subtle shake of my head, and he smirks, resheathing his blade.

We both knew I could take care of myself.

“I am not going anywhere with you.”  I say, raising my chin in defiance.  “If you want to go, you can, but I cannot guarantee I will be here when, or if you return.” I speak, raising my voice and letting myself exude an aura of power.

He didn’t notice, and I felt more than I saw him winnow with his shadows.

In a blink I have him pinned against the wall with darkness, his mouth agape as I let starry night surround me, baring my teeth in a snarl.

“Do not touch me.”  I breathe, rage flowing freely.  “You’re no fucking different than all the other males.  You don’t fucking listen.”  I say, hoping the hurt in my voice isn’t too obvious as I let him go.

“Leave.”

I can feel him staring at me, but I choose instead to look out the window.  Not moving until he left.

I let my shoulders slump slightly.

“Are you okay?”  Eris asked me, his voice worried, Sam behind him, obviously sharing the sentiment.

Hey, all it took to get these two to get along was the destruction of a childhood friendship.

I nod, taking a deep breath before turning to Eris, forcing myself to smile.  “Well, I don’t think we want to be here when he comes back with my brother, who is sure to be pissed.”

[ailendolin]

don't mind me I'm just imagining how eventually Thomas might find out the real meaning of "con". Maybe even by accident, like imagine he's minding his business and then hears, I don't know, Julian arguing about "the pros and cons" of something; so Thomas listens and finds out that con means contra/against, or maybe he asks Julian why would a situation be confident and Julian tells him the real meaning. and so Thomas thinks back to the scene where Alison tells him "it means confident" and realizes that actually, Alison put him as one of the reasons to LEAVE Button House. Like. oh my god it would be devastating. my poor guy now I made myself cry. (but also the angst potential and the fics)

Oh anon, I completely agree. I'm desperately wanting to write a fic about this exact scenario in which Thomas finds out what con means while Alison and Mike are still debating whether or not to sell the house. Realising how truly unloved and unwanted he is, he decides to remove himself from the equation. He can't leave, obviously, but he can retreat to the woods or the burnt down gatehouse - anywhere that's not the house so he can't drive Alison and Mike away and ruin the best thing that has ever happened to the ghosts. No one notices he's gone at first, and then the frantic search for him begins, ending with Alison trying to make things right.

But like you said, the fact that Thomas was one of her arguments for selling the house alone would absolutely devastate him, and reinforce how alone and unloved he feels. I think it would be hard for him to move past that - because how can he ever trust her again? How can he trust anyone again when the people he loves keep lying to him?

As a Thomas fan, all this just makes me so sad because everyone has found a home and family at Button House over the course of the show except for Thomas who is merely tolerated but never truly wanted. And as I said before, no matter what you think of him as a character, he deserves to get the same support and gentleness the rest of the ghosts extend towards each other. He's not any worse or more annoying than they are - he just never got the chance to grow because the people who are supposed to make him feel loved and safe have never truly opened their arms to him.

[lloydfrontera]

The only reason people say Lloyd was maltreated is because OG Lloyd suffers from “Draco in Leather Pants”, where a character with major negative flaws has those flaws massively downplayed. Along with any evil actions or rude behaviour they committed ignored or retroactively justified as them being the actions of a “victim” who is lashing out, despite all evidence to the contrary. This mostly done so that the fandom can have a new “Woobie”, a character who makes you feel extremely sorry for them, to write angst about

On the other hand, Arcos suffers from “Ron the Death Eater” syndrome. Where fandom decides to take a good character who committed a few mistakes in the past, exaggerating that characters’s small negative flaws or mistakes to massive proportions. Or even assigning evil acts to the character that the character never committed. This way people can have convenient antagonist who hurt the “Woobie” in the past or continues to do so, thus making the “Woobie” the victim in the scenario.

These are all symptoms of people wanting to make more “Whump” fanfic. Whump fanfic is fanfic where a character undergoes various different forms physical and mental suffering. These insubstantial takes on the characters in order to create “Whump” completely ignore other avenues rife with potential “Whump”, ones that are even supported by the source material.

Such as Kim Suho constant struggles with the fact that even though he now has the life he always wanted, being free from debt, in a safe financial positions, and being surrounded by a loving family, he has to contend with the fact they aren’t’t his. He has to handle the guilt he feels when interacting with Arcos and Marbella due to the belief that they don’t know that he not there son. That he effectively stolen another person’s life, though through no fault of his own, and has now undeservedly gained that person’s parents.

Then there is Julian, who suffered plenty of abuse from his brother over the years growing up, both vocal and physical. As evidenced by the scar on his forehead that was caused by glass from a beer bottle his brother threw at him. There is also the physical and vocal abuse he suffered from other nobles at the academy before Kim Suho showed up and set everyone straight. Yet not nearly as many people seem to be interested in delving to how being on the receiving end of that kind of abuse for years would affect him

In short,

Reader: “I want Whump”

Actual Story: “We have Whump at home”

love the use of tropes in this ask, you're speaking my language now

and yeah, you're right, i just,,, i find it confusing. ofc everyone is allowed to do whatever they want, canon is a suggestion and all of that but like,, i don't know. i find it weird.

it almost feels like they're trying to justify og lloyd's abuse of julian by accusing arcos of bad parenting. but 1) they do it by exaggerating some genuine mistakes he made, 2) ignoring the context surrounding the situation and 3) just fucking lying about it????

not to mention, that even if arcos had been a genuinely bad father (which he was not), that would still not justify what og lloyd did to julian! negligence doesn't justify abuse! even if the fronteras hadn't given lloyd enough positive attention (which there isn't any evidence to assume this), that would still not justify og lloyd lashing out and constantly hurting the people around him, including his younger brother.

if people want whump, just like you said, there's plenty in canon already. lloyd, julian, and javier all have their own trauma to work through, some of it caused by og lloyd himself. heck if you want that very specific 'negligent and distant father' flavor of whump, sheherazade is right there. bk moon does a great job at giving us plenty of character with a lot of baggage and trauma, there's enough to pick and choose without needing to resort to headcanons that go directly against canon lmao

but again, i'm not fond of the whole 'you're only allowed to like a character while acknowledging every bad thing they've ever done' thing, because it's bullshit and also i love me some war criminals here and there, so do whatever you want forever i'm no one to say you can't do something lol

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

M6 with an MC who comes out as trans?

The Arcana HCs: M6 when MC comes out as trans

~ a request near and dear to my heart, anon, let's hope I can do it justice. To all my trans brothers, sisters, and siblings, you are valid and loved and so incredibly beautiful! - brainrot ~

Julian

Worried at first that this was common knowledge and he'd missed all the cues and this is you running out of patience and correcting him

Very relieved when you explain otherwise

He'll do his best to curb his enthusiasm, but after all you've done to help him find purpose again he's throwing all the resources he has available at you with reckless abandon

Did you want surgery? A medical plan? He can do that! He's so happy to do that!

Will randomly ask questions or bring up new facts he learned about being trans in general at all hours of the day (and night)

If you know what name you want to go by, he's using it right away. He's used multiple names himself

If you don't he is absolutely the type to suggest trying on a different one a day

While you're at it, why not come up with a dramatic backstory for each one? Each one emphasizes a different trait of yours that he loves

One time a day or two after you came out, he was half-asleep and accidentally misgendered you (old habit) and he spent the next three days apologizing and trying to make it up to you

Unless you ask him not to, he will announce your preferred pronouns to every friend he has to make sure that all of your future conversations with them are comfortable

Asra

Hell yeah, let's question gender!

But first, they love you so much, and they want you to know that they'll be with you every step of the way, and however you want to express this is completely valid

There's no pressure, there's no rush, nobody knows what's best for you like you do and he's just here to watch the magic happen

That said, where do you want to start

They know some handy spells. Would you like to play with the pitch of your voice?

Sorry, he got distracted giggling at himself sounding like he inhaled too much helium

Loves hearing all the different voices you can call their name in. Lets you know that the one they find the most attractive is the one that makes your eyes light up

Will suggest all kinds of ridiculous names to make you smile and playfully reintroduce you to Faust when you decide on one

Checks in with you on how open you want to be about your gender before he uses your preferred name and pronouns in public. He wants to protect your privacy and process

Gives you full access to their wardrobe in case there's anything you want to try on (skirts? trousers? shirts? dresses? they've got it all, and a few other outlandish pieces)

He thinks everything about you is perfect, so you may have to be upfront about asking him to pay certain parts of your body attention in a different way or adjust certain compliments

Nadia

Deeply honored to be trusted with something so important to you, takes everything about it extremely seriously

Wavers between letting you talk about things at your own pace and asking questions. The more she understands, the better she can support you

Immediately clarifies your preferred pronouns and asks after a preferred name. If you've chosen one already, she'll adjust without a hitch

If you haven't, she's very happy to help you compile a list of illustrious names and their meanings

Wardrobe overhaul. She wants you to feel as comfortable in your skin as possible

Speaking of, were you hoping for any medical care? She knows of several good doctors to summon, and you know what -

- she may as well look over the current state of the healthcare system while she's at it. These are basic needs, everyone should have access to this, not just nobility

It's unnecessary but she will stare down every one of her sisters when she reintroduces you on their next visit. They're all very quick to affirm you regardless of her silent threat

Will plan a grand announcement as soon as you're okay with it, complete with the biggest celebration you're comfortable with

Is quick to figure out which traits of yours give you gender euphoria and will heap praise on them for hours

Muriel

Cool. Thanks for letting him know

Plenty of animals have different genders at different points in their lives, it makes perfect sense if you're the type of human that does that too

He can tell you're experiencing some really strong emotions right now, but being trans is so normal to him that he doesn't realize that's the reason why until a few seconds after his initial response

Panicking because now that he realizes it's a big deal to you there's a lot more he wants to say but he doesn't know where to start so here's an emotional support chicken while he thinks

Okay. He loves you. He's proud of you for taking the step to tell him. He's here for you and wants to support whatever decisions you make

Normally prefers not needing to talk a lot and letting your understanding of each other speak instead, but he'll make an exception for this

He grew up with Asra's nonchalant approach to gender, as soon as you make your pronoun and name preferences known he'll adjust with little effort

Though with how rare it is for him to refer to you in the third person, it's not a huge change

Will be present as emotional support if you wanted to tell anyone else, but you're doing the talking

Portia

Her first response? A really big, really tight hug

"I'd better be the first person to hear this news. What's the plan?"

She certainly didn't expect your announcement, but she's not surprised. You're a cool, attractive magician, this seems par for the course

Obstacles do not exist when Portia's beloved suggests a new adventure. Gender dysphoria quakes at her name

And yes, this is an adventure! Adventures are all about discovering yourself and taking hold of your future, this definitely falls under that category

Takes full advantage of her networking skills to find the best specialists to give you different options

Speaking of networking, she may or may not start a mental list of all the other trans and gender-nonconforming people she knows in the palace

She will also not-so-subtly try getting you to hang out with them. Communities are great places to find support systems for growth!

It's okay if you feel weird about initiating it, she has no such qualms and will happily invite 20+ people over for a big, queer barbeque

Like her brother, if you're still playing around with different names she'll introduce you as different ones on different ambassador trips. The sailors think it's awesome

Lucio

You're a super cool magic user, are you announcing this because you're about to shapeshift??

Completely chill once you explain that no, you're a trans person just like all the other trans people, you're just letting him know because you hadn't told him before

Does his best to listen to everything you have to say but he'll be side eyeing you for the rest of the day just in case you suddenly build a chrysalis and disappear into it for a couple of weeks

He switched his own name from Montag to Lucio because it suited him better, he will be aggressively supportive of your name and pronoun decisions

Doesn't tiptoe around the subject at all, asks so many questions about your identity and how it works for you and how you plan on expressing it

(extravagantly, he hopes, but whatever works for you is fine)

But are you sure you can't use magic? At all? Because while you're on the subject, he wouldn't mind a few extra pounds of muscle himself ... kidding, he's kidding!

You have to be careful when you pass back through places you've been to before because he will fight anyone who misgenders or deadnames you before you have the chance to update them

Thinks announcing pronouns after your name sounds really cool so he starts doing it too

(In case you'd enjoy HCs where MC is already out & in an established relationship with M6, might I suggest M6 with an MC with gender dysphoria?)

[miss-may-i]

Miss May I: Season 5 Part 16

Julian: I love you baby.

Julian: Oh fuck me.

Vivian: Hey, Good morning. Where's Jaspy? Is he still asleep?

Julian: Yeah, I don't want him to hear any of this. Thanks for letting us stay here.

Vivian: Of course.

Vivian: So, what are you going to do?

Julian: Noah has been calling and texting me all night. He wants me to come over and talk.

Vivian: Are you going to?

Julian: I feel like I kinda have to. I can't just walk away. We have a kid and we're married now. He's not just some boyfriend I can break up with then never see again. It would be best for everyone to support him and try to help him. The alternative is...divorce.

Vivian: Divorce isn't the worst thing in the world. It was hard, but divorcing Warren was what I needed.

Julian: I know, but the last thing I need right now is to go through another nasty custody battle.

Vivian: There's no way in hell he's getting any custody if he's a junky.

Julian: Jade almost did. She did us a favor by dropping dead. But I don't want Jasper feeling that way about his father. He's only 2 so I'm hoping we can fix this and he won't remember a thing. It'll be like it never happened. Jasper doesn't deserve to go through this...and neither does the new baby.

Vivian: New baby? Julie, don't tell me...

Julian: Yep. Surprise. You'd think by now I'd learn to stop making the same mistakes over and over. I have to fix this.

Vivian: Noah isn't like the lodge or a broken stereo. Who knows if someone like him even can be fixed.

Julian: I know you never liked him, but I at least have to try. It's for my family.

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