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[rosemaryhelenxo]

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[breha]

claudia’s birth allows louis to believe that he and lestat have become The Parents (equal status) and so the teacher-student power dynamic has gone away, but really it’s just been repressed and it comes up again like wack-a-mole

[thebirdandhersong]

Lol

[inkyucu]

Don't worry guys, I'm just comparing my design of Solstice (Dark Sun) and Sun and seeing how similar they actually are look wise

Anyway a little explanation on how Solstice's rays work because why not

So, his rays actually naturally curl in. He can't really stop this from happening, but he can manually (momentarily) change how curly it is by, let's say, fidgeting them. Think of it like pulling down on supper curly hair, obviously its going to straighten, but its not going to stay straight.

Anyway, if this is the case, then why am I drawing them with straight sticking out rays?

Well, it's because of these things

Think of it as something that constantly stretches them out and prevents them from shrinking back in on itself. Best way I can think of it would be like... A cast holding a limb in place so it can heal properly.

They kind of clip onto the tips of the rays, and hook onto the back part of his head. They can be removed, but he almost never does so because he doesn't like the fact that his rays curl in (the metal also just covers up most of the freckles on his rays, making it less of a hassle to paint over them since his rays have a gradient)

Unfortunately they also stop movement of the rays, so they can't extend, retract, spin, or somewhat rotate - However, his rays without the metal restrictions can do this. So in other words, no more ray fidget toys :(

As always for this AU, this was talked about before here, this is probably just a bit more of a thorough explanation of how it works

And sorry if any of this is like... Gibberish? I've been running on like 4 hours of sleep for the past week, which is no where near how much sleep I usually get on a daily basis. I'm a bit out of reality rn

(Shared AU with @/bipolar-sad-and-ready-to-cry )

[pushing500]

Well, I mean... She's going to be psychite dependent when she's older anyway, so... Still, she is two, Blackdragon. You could have "grabbed a beer" with anyone else except Bella or Pro and it would have been fine.

The psychite tea did send Dire Wolf into a fit of giggling as she drew on the floor. I like to imagine she was drawing her family <3

Blackdragon makes his chores more interesting by pretending he's a badass dinosaur tamer, I won't accept any other explanation.

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[hotmothsummer]

Also Alex and Dorothy Malto are the best human characters to have interacting w transformers and I’m so serious

[totaleclipse573]

I was actually going to try and draw this out originally (it was going to be a different story,) but I think it works better in written/one-shot form. Basically I thought this up at 2 AM last night 👍

(Tw for manipulation and mentions of child abuse)

“What is it?” The tiny darkhog, maybe only a toddler, had rather foolishly asked. Though, could he really be blamed, with how young he was? He didn’t know any better. He hadn’t for a long time. 

His father pulled him in a little closer. It felt nice and warm when he did that. Was it him, or was it the gem that was the reason? 

“This is one of the Shards of Chaos,” Doleon had told him, speaking through the mental connection they shared. “It’s my job to protect all seven of them, and soon enough, it’ll be yours too. That’s what you’ve been training your little sparks for, remember?”

‘Protect.’ That was the word he always used.

“S-So I can be better! And the best!”

“And so that when the time comes, you’ll be fit for their power. It’s the highest honor one could be bestowed upon, and to get to it, one must become a perfect vessel, leaning into that power you’ve been gifted with. Embracing it.”

“…You need to learn how to use their power correctly.” Doleon then simplified his original statement, seeing the blank look his young son had given him afterwards.

“I dunno how.” Was Terios’ blunt reply, head slightly tilted.

“You need to make a connection with them. Make them aware of your presence and energy, it’ll be easier once the connection gets stronger.”

“How I do that?”

“All you have to do is touch it. Try and find its energy in your mind, feel it. And once you do, you’ll have a connection. Very small, but it can grow.”

“…H-How I feel it?”

“You’ll know, don’t worry.”

He could do that!

…except, he couldn’t. He was scared. And when he was scared, he resorted to his biggest source of comfort instead. 

“You’re okay…you don’t need to be afraid of it. I’m right here with you. This is to make you better, remember? You want that, right? You know I’m only doing what is best for you…”

He kept up with his facade of patience and care, one Terios had strongly believed to be genuine. 

The darkhog nodded, his face still burried into his fathers chest fluff.

“And do you trust me?”

Again, after a second, he slowly nodded. He was all that toddler ever knew. He trusted him with his whole heart. He trusted him and he adored him and he did everything he ever wanted of him and he wanted to be everything he would’ve liked him to be and…

He reached out to lightly touch the gem. The brightly glowing eerily hovering disaster of a gem.

At first, things seemed normal enough. It upset Terios, papa had told him there was supposed to be energy! And that he could feel it! He just had to be able to, he had to be better! 

“Is not working!” Terios’ ears drooped in both frustration and disappointment.

“It won’t happen right away, Terios. Focus very hard.”

He was already doing that, wasn’t he? Why was this so hard?! He just wanted to do the  energy thing his papa wanted him to do! What if he could never do it? What if he would never be good enough to do it?! Small sparks began to erupt from him as these very upsetting thoughts continued.

But it looked like that was enough to find the energy. It was energy for energy.

And it hurt.

Terios yelped, immediately backed his hand away from the Shard, and curling back up into his father’s fluff. He said it would be okay! That wasn’t okay! He was quivering, starting to cry.

“No, Terios, remember what I told you?” Doleon scolded the child, switching from their telepathic communication and speaking out loud. “We do not cry. If you keep doing that, I’ll have to punish you again. You’re going to hold a very important position one day, so you need to learn that crying is a weakness before that time comes. And if you want to be the best you can be, you can’t ever show weakness. Do you understand?”

Terios sniffled, moving away from Doleon to wipe his own tears with his hand. “Mm-hmm. I’m sorry. It hurts here.” He pointed to his chest. 

“That’s completely normal. It means you did it right. The more you practice, and the stronger connection you gain to them, the less you’ll feel it, I promise.”

That part technically hadn’t been a lie. But it had certainly gotten much, much worse before it got any better. 

“Okay. I’m sleepy now.”

That was it. The toddler had dismissed it without another thought, laying against his father to drift off to sleep. He said it was normal, that it would all be perfectly fine. And the darkhog so easily believed him. What else was he supposed to do?

That was the child he saw in the mirror presently. The same child who had always been so blind to see how truly terrible his father was, and would continue to be without remorse, simply because he had not known anything more. 

He looked down, away from his own grotesque reflection. There was that old pain in his chest again. 

Except this felt slightly different. This felt more like a sinking, aching feeling in his heart than his general chest. This had nothing to do with Shard energy.

Doom-Doleon had been using him, manipulating him ever since he could comprehend spoken words (albeit mental ones.) There was never a “protection” part in this grand scheme involving the Shards of Chaos. 

There wouldn’t have been a whole ritual done to forcibly connect him with the Shards and their vastly dangerous energy before he could even properly walk otherwise. 

The Shards existed for the purpose of destruction. And all this time, Terios had been helping Doleon collect them all to be able to bring about that destruction. There was nothing “righteous” about it. There was nothing righteous about him.

The guilt had been swallowing Terios whole, ever since he had approached the heroes, now motivated to fight back against his father and his plans. But that wasn’t before he had been beaten for his multitude of failures. Badly.

So now, here he was. In front of this thing called a mirror, staring at the state he was in. According to some of the others, none of it was normal. Not the dark spots underneath his eyes, not the way his fur looked (apparently, it needed to be cared for,) and not the many bandages he needed to wear to try and stop the bleeding, either. Not like he wanted to wear them anyway…

He had never seen himself before today. Had things…always been like this…?

What a father he had…

[marviiibear]

“I forgot an umbrella…”

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[mad-hunts]

so uhhh... my little angsty tidbit for y'all today is that one of barton's reoccurring nightmares is that he, in his mind, failed to protect one of his kids the same way he failed to protect julien. so do what you will with that information

[shuckstruck]

A little sketch of ramiel’s father, Valor. Life dealt him terrible situation after terrible circumstance and then chewed him up and spit him out with nothing but the memory of happier times.

This song always comes to mind when I think of him. Two people singing it too makes me [old man gripping chest in pain]

[gothsuguru]

ari & rem i just saw your requests i hope you know i’m mentally and physically frothing at the mouth

[starpros-sunshine]

woag ur birthday is the day after mine????????? happy birthday seb !!!!!!!!! i hope u had an amazing day :3

thank you thank you <33 yess it's the 20th nodnod I think because of timezone shenanigans for like six hours or so we're kind of birthday twins lol

[ravendruid]

Korrin as a father of four

This drabble is part of the Exchange AU.

Korrin finishes rinsing off the last dishes from dinner as he looks out the window into the large backyard. The open pane lets in the loud singing of the crickets hiding in the tall grass, the chirping of the birds on the bright green trees, and the beautiful sound of teenagers giggling and having fun by the bonfire. They aren’t trying to hide from the man as they enjoy the last rays of sunshine before night settles in, but they still want their privacy, and Korrin tries to respect it. He chuckles, then, thinking about the four kids that call his house a home – three of them who almost literally fell at his doorstep – and they all have something in common, something that Korrin tries hard to make up for. 

Percival was only twelve when he arrived in Zephrah, intending to stay for only one year. He returned for a second year and remained when tragedy struck his family. Korrin still remembers the day he received the news of Percy’s family passing and how distraught he was, thinking about the small boy who went from having a large family to having no one. Of course, Percy hadn’t taken the news lightly, but Korrin assured him he had a home in Zephrah and that he could care for and provide for him. 

Korrin had met Percy’s family once and held his parents in high regard. While he wanted to be there for the boy, he never intended to take Frederick and Johanna’s place. Percy, however, had always treated Korrin like a father growing up. The boy – now almost a man at seventeen – had grown fond of him, trusted him with his life, and asked him for advice on all the different things a son needs a father’s help with – especially when he realized his feelings for Vex’ahlia.

Things were different with the twins. They were older when Korrin found them sitting at his doorstep and had suffered many years of mistreatment at the hands of people who should have loved them. He had noticed something was off when Vex’ahlia arrived for her exchange year. She was polite and kind, but there was fear in her eyes. After the first couple weeks, Vex started gradually relaxing and becoming more comfortable, but it still took her a long time to build trust and an honest bond with Korrin. 

Vax’ildan was the hardest. Korrin had often heard how kind and loving he was – most of them from his daughter – so he was surprised when Vax was cold and kept a barrier between him and the twins. It took him several months to trust the man with even the slightest bit of information, but eventually, Korrin learned why the twins had run away from home and why they decided to run to Zephrah. 

Korrin’s blood still boils whenever he thinks about what the twins told him about their father – not that he deserves the title. While he never intended to take Frederick’s place in Percy’s heart, he fully intended on stripping Syldor of his title and becoming the father the twins so desperately needed. He fed, dressed, and cared for them as their own. He was there for them whenever they had nightmares, stood by Vax’ildan’s bed all night when he got sick, and tightly hugged Vex’ahlia whenever she cried for missing her brother, going as far as offering to take her to him. 

There are groans and yells from outside, and Korrin peeks out of curiosity. He sees Vex’ahlia covering her eyes with a disgusted face while Percy waves his hands in front of him as Vax dips Keyleth into a passionate kiss. He laughs, closing the window and shaking his head. 

“Who would have known,” Korrins holds a framed photo of his wife. “After you left, I thought all hope was lost. I never thought I could raise Keyleth by myself, and now look at me. I think I did a pretty good job at raising all four kids.”

Korrin loves them wholeheartedly and trusts them implicitly. He stands by their sides and offers kind words and gestures, but he is also stern when needed. He imposes rules and makes sure they are understood, not feared. Korrin listens to them, their worries and thoughts, and offers advice and help. And above all, he is honest with them, and that honesty and trust have earned him their respect and love.

If Vilya were there, she would have told him that he did, and is still doing, an amazing job raising the kids and that she is so proud of him.

[kiwibirdlafayette]

does anyone else think a lot about ruxomar!dianite being like a father figure to Tom post-canon who is trying to understand what it means to be a dianite beyond just the powers and the title and who otherwise hasnt had much guidance in the way of non-fighting life related things (bc that’s all s1 dianite really instilled in him when he revived him) or just me

[wolfkitty42]

i have a headcanon that king, queen and rouxls either have the same birthday or ones very close to each other so lancer has to go through a birthday gift gauntlet to get everyone stuff in time

[tayloralisonswift]

i found out tonight that i didn’t get the job that i really really wanted. so i will not be returning to portland any time soon