#He got to name a bunch of stars and constellations!

[breakandbuildfiction]

Just some random additions because I like this concept:

Danny eventually does learn how to do things like shapeshift and cast illusions on himself-- in addition to many other powers-- to make it seem like he's older, so when he does spend time in his 'natural' timeframe he doesn't look too out of place when standing next to his friends and isn't sent home out of hand when he tries to enlist/show up for the Wolrd Wars.

It becomes a game for him to keep an eye out for anything that references things he did in the past. Dear John letters in museums, paintings and sketches, statues and busts, accounts about important events, photos (mostly photobomb because he's not THAT reckless or stupid given how relatively close his normal life is to the invention of the camera), ancient legends, a couple cults, things he made whenever he decided to learn new skills and crafts like blacksmithing or sculpting, just anything that proves or hints about him being there.

There are a few 'side effects' about doing all this time traveling to the past and waiting it out to the present though. For one he is TERRIBLE at making plans in his home time period because he'll get the urge to go back in time for a few years/decades and by the time he gets back he's forgotten all about promising to meet for lunch that specific Saturday because he forgot the Nasty Burger existed until Tucker reminded him. Another 'side effect' is that he'll reference things, people, or events from a century ago and talk about them like it was last week and will base his strong opinions on more modern things on them, often confusing the hell out of his 'fellow teens' who wouldn't learn about Stalin photoshopping people out of pictures after he had them killed for years but apparently that's why Danny Fenton hates photoshop and AI art.

He has an unspoken agreement with himself whenever he crosses path with himself as they live through various time periods. Nod, wave, walk away. No spoilers, no warnings, no interaction beyond the barest minimum acknowledgment.

Instant Eternity

Time travel involving the infinite realms is truly a bizarre thing. Sometimes it follow one set of rules, and sometimes that set of rules may as well not exist. Usually, however, it works in one of two ways, the first is when the time travel is achieved through artificial means such as clockworks portals and allows for the altering of the timeline as one would expect time travel would allow. The other type of time travel is through natural means, portals usually, and it’s just that, Natural. That portal to the past opened up in the past the same moment it did in the present. If you step into the portal in the year 2000 then you already stepped out of the portal hundreds of years ago. It’s A Thing That Already Happened. Danny himself experienced this, as while chasing Vlad through time they fought in the middle of a Roman coliseum and, whoopsy daisy, set a really big fire. A fire which Danny had learned about years before he even had his accident.

So, the infimap can take the user anywhere, anywhen. And the infimap is just that, a map. It doesn’t make new roads, it just drags you across already existing paths. So it is a natural form of time travel, if you use it to go in time to kill your grandfather in order to insure your never born your interference will result in your grandparents falling in love and your birth.

Danny realizes that anytime he needs to heal from a battle or has gone 156 hours without sleeping or eating he can use the infimap to pop back to the past for a few days and then have the map bring back to the “Present”, exactly one second after he left. A three week vacation that lasted one second. At first he’s really wary about using this, worried about accelerated aging or getting lost in the time stream and a hundred other issues. At first.

It’s been months sense the accident. Sam and Tucker have both shot up several inches. Danny, on the other hand, hasn’t grown sense the accident. At all. They fought a ghost who could rapidly age opponents, a single slap turned Tucker into a decrepit old man. The ghost wrapped his hands around Danny’s throat and spent 5 minutes trying to strangle him while Danny bought time for Sam and Tucker to pull off the plan. The sucked him into the thermos, his influence on time ceased so Tucker returned to his proper state. “Jeez it sure is lucky he didn’t try and age me, right guys? Ha ha ha”. Danny gets blasted through a natural portal while making a trip through the zone and spends years trying to get home, not aging a day.

He can’t deny it after that, can’t ignore it. He’s immortal. He’s going to live forever. He’s going to watch his friends and family whither away and die out. He’s going to have to spend the rest of his life wandering from place to place trying not to get outed as the same 14 year old who save someone’s great great grandma 100 years ago.

After having his first middeath crisis, suddenly the only reasons he had to not spend years on end wandering the world and the past is gone, even if he loses the infimap, worst case scenario he’ll just take the long way home. Suddenly, he’s dreading the next 80 years of the “Present”. He decides that if he’s going to watch his friends and family grow old and frail he’s going to make sure it’s takes as long as it possibly could, from his perspective. By the time they’re 20 Danny’s gonna have 200 years under his belt.

He becomes a temporal tourist, hopping into the past every time the late night fights and schoolwork become to much. Spends years in every civilization imaginable, mastering every skill he can, leaving legends in his wake.

I feel like Danny and his adventures do have a lot of potential for story’s, as it’s a pretty good setup for having Danny in any type of time period or historical event for extended periods of time, fighting in the trenches of World War I, exploring the Americas during the era of colonialism, sailing the seas a swashbuckling vigilante pirate. I, however, have most of my related ideas being based around crossovers. So most of that will be in part two, so that people who like to filter out all that can still see this post.

[seat-safety-switch]

You never value something until it's gone. When was the last time you heard someone praise their refrigerator? They don't even mention it. Unplug that son of a bitch, though, and suddenly it's "I need that for my food and medicine," the hypocrites. In much the same way, I never valued the sky until it disappeared.

Now, don't take my word for it. As we all keep hearing, the scientists on the news keep telling us it's still there, but very different from before. All the stars are ones that I don't recognize from my school astronomy textbooks. Free-to-air satellite TV doesn't work anymore, so I can't watch Saudi Arabian Jeopardy! in my backyard unless I want to pay to stream it.

Not to say there's no entertainment up there, either. Lots of folks are excitedly naming new constellations after themselves. Look over there. That's Big Fred, and Little Fred. There's also Medium-Sized Fred, but honestly he's really pushing it by trying to take three for himself. Even Canis only got two, and I think I can speak for all of humanity when I say that we genuinely love dogs a lot more than Fred.

Nobody really knows why all this happened. To find out, NASA fired up a bunch of probes, built in a real Goddamn hurry, and then they all came falling back down like puppets with their strings cut, crashing into corn fields all over Iowa. The Co-Presidents want to send up a rocket with a real spaceman inside, thinking something up there simply doesn't like our machines but will take pity on a confused and scared monkey trying to reach orbit. They need their MTV, they keep chanting after every increasingly-panicky state of the union address.

If there is something to be learned from all this, it's that we wasted a bunch of time and money building cool satellites. We should have been spending it on making more reliable refrigerators, because at least those won't disappear into the yawning void of the infinite.

[radioroxx]

THE. ISAFRIN KIDS I MENTIONED. shared little ocs of my mutuals server <3 love u collection muah muah im not tagging everyone in this tho

other doodles plus some rambling below vvv

- aurore(she/they) and philémon (he/him). they have their own nicknames etc because Who Are Isa and Sif Without Nicknames but. éile is much much more partial to use his than aurore. for her its, every now and then. for him its most of the time (like how bonnie goes by bonnie and not boniface)

- i dont remember how why we started making fankids but i do remember very early on in the conversation discussing the idea of wish kids. think that one fankid meme with the baby descending from the sky. thats a wish kid

- there are. a lot a lot of silly goofy ideas weve come up with for them (such as: isa being Not very good at hair and embarrassing himself trying to help out), but i think my brain would explode trying to remember it all lol. and type it out. feel free to ask ques abt them tho :)

- one thing we did talk about a bunch is! how siffrins background would play into it. having kids + starting a family with isabeau,, maybe feeling guilty over the culture they arent able to share. to make up for it! they! do what they can!!

theres no way to know for sure for sure if siffrins cloak is a island thing. or a family tradition. or just Something his parents did. regardless they would want to do the same for their own children! isa already makes tons and tons of outfits for em (you could imagine lol), so of course he has no issue helping out sif in this new project. (they got to help put with the design of their own cloaks though! for preference)

another thing siffrin wants to share with them is. easily. stars! the stars are something siffrin grew up knowing to be important (or well, he assumes so). so thats something they would want to share too :). maybe he cant remember their names, or constellations, or what any of it Means,, but they can still teach the science behind it! which is also very interesting!! the kinda stuff the kids would take to school the next day to impress other kids with lol

(i also just wanted an excuse to draw the family together,, can u blame me….)

- we also discussed. hypothetically if loop is still around by this point. their own feelings in this situation. its been years since the time loops were broken- years for loop to come to terms with, and mourn, etc. even still theres that feeling of bitterness that lingers, knowing they couldve had this. this couldve been them-

but also its. its hard to be angsty and upset around little kids. ehe

(we joked about loop becoming an awesome babysitter. the kids love them very much.)

ok thats all ur getting for now fjkd again feel free to ask questions weve been a little insane since yesterday

[sheawritesstuff]

Redacted Tattoo Headcanons

✩ Elliott has a big abstract freehand tattoo that covers his shoulder and upper arm - one of the cool swirly line designs

✩ Ollie has a stick and poke smiley face on his ankle that one of his friends gave him in high school

✩ Aaron has some sort of quote tattooed on his ribs - probably a line from a song / movie that he associates with Elliott or his mom

✩ Caelum loves temporary tattoos and likes having matching ones with Gavin and Freelancer

✩ Geordi has something fandom related on his forearm - anything but Star Trek because he doesn't want to seem like that much of a nerd

✩ Asher has a patchwork leg sleeve with a bunch of different styles and a similar half sleeve on his opposite bicep

✩ Milo and Sweetheart have matching chest tattoos

✩ Ivan got original Baby’s name tattooed on his collar bone right before they broke up

✩ David has a tattoo commemorating Gabe and something for the whole Shaw pack

✩ Anton has a monstera leaf on his forearm to remind him of My Love

✩ Porter has an elaborate neck tattoo that spreads down his sternum and covers most of his chest

✩ Gavin has a backpiece consisting of the D.A.M.N. crew's favorite flowers

✩ Guy has doodles Honey drew for him on his thighs

✩ Morgan has some sort of lower rib / upper stomach tattoo of an hourglass with a skull

✩ Avior has stars and constellations all across his torso

✩ Brian has all of his kids’ birthdays on his chest

[remuslupinslittleslut]

Museum

Jegulus - Microfic; 544 words

Paternity leave isn’t treating James too well. Harry is great, don’t get him wrong, but being home and playing with toy trucks, and watching Peppa Pig does get boring after the first month. This is why James has decided to take it upon himself to use his time with Harry as a way for both of them to become more cultivated. It started with the children’s theater, where they were kicked out for being too loud. Then came the library’s baby reading group, where Harry managed to not only bite a book until it broke, but also hit another kid, and thus, they were – once again – kicked out. They tried baby baking, the dog park, and the play house – neither felt like the perfect fit.

Then came the museum. Lily left Harry that morning, the co-parenting worked wonderfully, Lily having Harry Saturdays through Tuesdays and James having him Tuesdays through Saturdays. After a quick cuddle and banana pancakes for lunch, they made their way out to the Cosmic Museum.

The tour was fine, they looked at constellations and walked through a moon exhibit. Harry found it more interesting to look at people, especially the other children, but James found the stars and their constellations to be quite interesting. It was a perfectly nice visit, until Harry puked on his clothes, and James had to rush him into the bathroom and then into a panicked visit to the gift shop. He’d seen a few baby shirts when he’d peeked in when they walked in, but when they made their way back, his focus was somewhere else entirely. There was a man working in behind the counter, the most beautiful man James had ever seen. For the first moments in the gift shop, he was rendered a staring, gaping mess, eyes locked on the man and his dark hair and, oh, very plump lips.

Harry made a sound in his arms, legs kicking out, bringing James’ focus back to the current situation.

“Hi, uh, we need some baby clothes,” James says, hand coming up to scratch at the back of his head. The man stares at him, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, they’re behind you,” he says.

James internally cringes, trying to play it cool.

“Oh, yeah, of course, I’ll just…” stepping back, he accidentally walks into the clothing rack, a bunch of items falling to the floor. “Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry,” he leans down, resting Harry in one arm and trying desperately to pick them up.

“It’s fine,” says the man, coming around the counter to help him fix the things. “I’ve got it, what size do you want?”

“Oh, um,” James tries so hard to answer him, but he’s stuck on reading the name tag on the man’s shirt. “Regulus, isn’t that one of the constellations? Is that your real name? Do you have to have a star name to work here?”

The man, Regulus, looks slightly amused.

“It’s my real name,” he says. “Size?”

“Right… 18-24 months, please.”

Regulus nods, picking out one of the baby shirts in the right size, and handing it to James.

“Thank you,” he says.

Needless to say, the museum became their most sacred of rituals together, and when Regulus stopped working there, he went with them, too.

[remedyturtles]

on maybe a lighter note, i am also currently rereading death wish (something must be in the air), and i myself was wondering if sensei could see casey in a similar manner to the way the boys got to see him via draxums spell. mostly so case could get to actually hug and see his dad again, even if just for a short moment, it's a concept that i thought was super sweet and would likely help both sensei and casey deal with This Whole Situation.

oops tripped and wrote 1.3k abt this my bad

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"Open your eyes."

Casey hugged his arms closer to his chest, heart thumping.

"Come on, hermano." Leo coaxed, jostling him from the left, a grin in his voice. "You made it in here. Don't you want to see?"

Casey wasn't sure he wanted to see, because he'd convinced himself that this wasn't going to work, that he'd climb into Leo's mind and find only darkness. That he would never see his dad again. Casey told himself it was okay, over and over, that he was okay with what he had been gifted back, that he'd thought he lost. Even if it didn't look like his dad.

But Mikey had put a bunch of effort into learning the spell from Draxum specifically for this moment. Casey carefully peeled one eye open, and a shiver ran over his skin. The atmosphere was undeniably different than reality, it had the same sensation of walking into someone else's house with your shoes on.

The ground looked like resin, back-lit with sparkling glitter, and there was the thick trunk of an enormous tree right in the middle of a gorgeous midnight blue sky, dotted with stars and constellations. The branches cross-cut through the huge ceiling and the roots crawled out in tangled fingers reaching towards their feet.

"Woah." Casey said, because this wasn't what he was expecting at all.

"Isn't it neat?" Leo spread his arm and spun in a circle, tipping his head back at the scenery. "Who knew something this cool could exist in my brain, right?"

Casey approached the tree, hand out, and pressed his palm to the bark. The sensation that washed over him was a warm bath of rosewater.

"That's Sensei." Leo told him. "Metaphorically. I have actual Sensei in here too, the tree is just a representation."

Casey had heard them say that Sensei was a tree, but it was different to see it. The knots and branches, budding green leaves and the humming feeling that ran up his arm when he curled his fingers against the bark.

"Are you ready to see him?" Leo asked, from behind him.

There was a second of quiet. Casey shut his eyes again, breathing. He didn't know what he was scared of, it seemed silly to be this afraid. But he was, because he'd accepted he wasn't going to see him like this again. And that was fine. He wasn't upset, he was grateful.

Except Sensei was in here, as he knew him, and Casey's heart splintered in a grief he could not name. Losing something, getting it back different, but being offered the chance to see the original again. Would it ruin that gratefulness? Would it hurt too much to see that version and see the shadows that should be standing behind him?

Sorrow soaked through the rough texture. Casey gathered it up tight and found his bravery from the well inside him. He said, "Yeah, yeah, I'm ready."

"You sure?" Leo said, and the worry was a lemon taste in the air. It was weird being in his head.

Casey turned around to give him a smile that he meant wholeheartedly. "Yeah, I'm good. It's just a lot."

"He is a lot." Leo agreed, and pointed behind the tree. "Head that way. I'll give you space to do that on your own. I'll be over here, I'm gonna get Mikey in so we can see who can climb the tree the fastest."

"My money's on Mikey." Casey said.

"I will take that bet." Leo grinned huge, only to immediately soften it. "Go on. He's waiting for you."

Casey trailed his fingers on the trunk, feeling the tingle like static electricity as he circled around the back. The vast night sky continued on infinitely, and it took care to step over the roots and not trip. Casey kept his eyes on his feet until he was back on that sparkling resin-like floor, heart pumping hard, as if it was trying to punch out of his rib cage. He stopped in place, afraid to raise his head.

"Now it's easier for me to appreciate now how much taller you've gotten." Sensei said.

The sound of Sensei's voice felt like a crack splintering up a pane of glass. Casey's breath caught in his throat, sore. That familiar timbre was enough to renew his bravery, and he looked up.

Sensei. The impressive height, broad shoulders, and crinkling around his eyes. The dark circles, scarring up and down his skin, and the old sorrow that he could never quite shake. All wrapped up in persistent love and care that poured off him.

Casey used to wander around bases looking for height above the crowds, remembering his heart leaping when he spotted green in the masses. Recognizing an approaching figure from gait alone, trailing behind and holding one large finger in his whole small hand. Leaping full speed at this exact image after a long mission without his dad.

He didn't feel like he'd gotten any taller. Right now, he felt about five years old. He finally breathed again, the shaky inhale dangerously close to fracturing into something else. He said, "Hey."

"Hi." Sensei smiled, and the crinkles lit up around his eyes. And he sounded just as nervous as Casey.

And that just wouldn't do. Casey closed the distance between them, not wanting his dad to be afraid that this was -- he wasn't even sure what Sensei was thinking, that he'd disappoint him or something stupid like that. So instead he threw himself full speed at Sensei with the complete confidence that he would be caught.

And he was. Sensei bent his knees enough to swoop him all the way up, singular arm iron tight and lifting him straight off his feet. Casey muffled the singular sob that escaped into Sensei's shoulder, keeping arms locked around his neck. No matter how afraid he'd been coming in, he was more terrified to let go now.

"Oh, Case." Sensei said, and kissed the side of his head. It erupted a nostalgic joy, painful and old, slotted back into place. He'd felt that a thousand times before, just like that. It felt right.

Casey merely tightened his hold in response. The glass fissured and split. He gasped for air as it shattered, and he began to cry.

"It shouldn't matter." Casey hiccuped, barely able to catch his breath. "I didn't want it to matter. I wanted -- I want it to be enough, just to have you in my life. I don't want to care what form."

Sensei hummed, and lowered them to the ground, gathering Casey in his lap and tucking him under his chin.  It broke the shards into smaller flakes, because this was his dad who could surround him completely, protect him from the world even with just one strong arm. Casey curled up small and selfishly relished the feeling of safety. The sensation of it was so unbearably familiar.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with that." Sensei said, after a moment, squeezing reassuringly. "We can be grateful for what we have and equally grateful for a moment like this."

Casey soaked in the warm rosewater feeling, and reached to curl his fingers on the edge of Sensei's plastron, the tears streaking down his cheeks. He said, "Thank you."

Sensei pressed his smiling mouth to the top of Casey's head again, and said against his hair, "I love you to death, Casey Junior."

"You've loved me past that." Casey hiccuped, and squeezed his eyes shut painfully at the overwhelming rush. "I love you for a billion years."

"Oh it's a billion now?"

"I'm ambitious."

Sensei chuckled and squeezed again, in all the ways he'd been missing.

Casey didn't think about when they'd have to let go. They had a billion years, after all.

[sophiasharp]

I’m fascinated by the fact that I still see variations in the new quintessence ghoul’s name. Phantom is the obvious front runner, but I’ve also seen plenty of people use Aeon and a few people still use Midas as far as I’m aware, and even some people that still refuse to pick.

This is immensely funny to me and so I present to you an absolutely non-answer of a headcanon: What if he doesn’t actually HAVE a name?

What if things were so hectic when he was being summoned, needing a sudden replacement for Aether, like, yesterday, that Copia just. Forgot to ask the name of the new ghoul he summoned in favor of rushing him to the rest of the pack.

And as a result the ghouls just… kind of started giving him a bunch of nicknames that the others thought were his real name?

Aether’s the one that starts to call him “his little Phantom,” or just Phantom for short, since, at the time, the man was like a living ghost in their den. Barely made a sound the whole time he was there, barely noticeable as a person, blended into social situations so even if you knew he was there, you never really have track of where he is.

Not long after he was summoned, Dew finds him looking out the windows at the night sky, absolutely enamored with the stars and nebulas above them, and Dew takes it upon himself to drag the new ghoul outside and stargaze with him while he points out every constellation and star he can remember from all the times he’s sat out with Aether in the past. The next day, when ghouls start gathering at the breakfast table and Dew asks “Orion” if he wants some coffee, everyone there takes it in stride.

Mountain was likewise quick to come up with a name. “Aeon,” he called him with full confidence one day after spending the afternoon showing him around Primo’s old garden. When asked where it came from, Mountain claimed it was in reference to his quintessence. “It’s hard to describe. It’s something that feels simultaneously older than memory and younger than the present. It’s time and space stretched like taffy and bent in the shape of a ghoul.”

“Midas” comes from Swiss, who insisted on sitting in on a practice session between the new ghoul and Aether. Swiss was blown away by the progress he’s made in such a small amount of time! “It’s like the strings turn to gold under your fingers, man! Which archdemon did you make a deal with to play like that?”

Other nicknames followed. “Quint,” “Shadow,” “Bug,” “Puppy,” “New Guy,” it just kept going. It got to the point where if anyone just said a word in his general direction with enough authority, his head would turn, assuming they were talking to him.

And yet, not once this entire first leg of the tour did he ever correct the other ghouls. It seems he’s content to let them each have their own name for him, at least for now. After all, each name is like a gift: something personal that his new friends have given him, something that grounds him in this new and hopefully permanent pack. Then it would be rude to just choose one over the other, wouldn’t it? And he doesn’t want to disappoint his new pack. How could he possibly choose?

[judeandcardan]

Lured (Part-1)

He hated her defiant wicked mouth even worse, which was always ready to spew insults at him. And in the deepest, darkest, most secretive cranny of his brain, he thought of bringing his own cruel mouth against hers, her soft pink lips against his own, to shut her up once and for all.

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Cardan stared long and hard at the textbooks sprawled in front of him. He sighed — rather dramatically — and picked one of them, flipping it open to reveal a bunch of scribblings about the constellations and their meanings. He threw it away in sour distaste. He hated learning about things as impractical as constellations. He scoured the other books, none it seemed took his fancy any more than the first one. He huffed. Why did he have to learn about all these measly things? Shouldn’t being royal pardon him from his useless studies? He thought bitterly.

He thought of his lectures, of Valerian, Nicasia, and Locke. His mind on its own accord, unbidden, went to the mortal sisters. Even thinking the word “mortal” left a bitter taste in his mouth. He shook his head, determined not to sully his day with even the mere thought of the Duarte sisters.

He abruptly stood up from his tall elegant wooden chair, stalking off to the low bookshelf kept just beside his bed, to procure his copy of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass bound in one pretty green leather hardcover with intricate gold lettering made on it, stating its title. He sat back on his table keeping the book that Vivienne had lent to him months ago on the side of the table. Ever since then he had read it as many times as he could and naught a reading went by where his treacherous mind didn’t stray to Jude, Vivi’s very much mortal half-sister.

He hated Jude. He hated her. He hated her dull brown locks of hair. He hated her light-brown eyes — which he never got to look into closely enough to determine the exact color of them — that always gleamed with hatred at him. He hated the swell of her breasts and the sway of her hips. He hated the sound of her name and how it rolled off his tongue, leaving a bitter aftertaste in his mouth, like poison. He hated even the shape of her name, the loop of the letter ‘J’ in it. He hated her mere existence, that sometimes when she was near, he thought he might just combust into flames. He hated her defiant wicked mouth even worse, which was always ready to spew insults at him. And in the deepest, darkest, most secretive cranny of his brain, he thought of bringing his own cruel mouth against hers, her soft pink lips against his own, to shut her up once and for all.

Distinctly he heard a satisfying snap of something brittle nearby, he looked down and clutched between his fingers was a quill. Well, a broken quill now. Beneath it was a sheet of yellow parchment with the name “Jude” written repeatedly on it over and over again until the whole parchment was full of it and ink stains. Cardan brought the yellow parchment delicately closer to him to inspect it with sharp scrutiny. In some places, he had pressed the nib so forcefully that the paper had torn. Rage, shame, and worst of all, desire flared up in his stomach engulfing him whole. He quickly folded the parchments and stuffed it in between the pages of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass repressing any feelings he felt in the past minute beneath the surface.

He then slowly, languidly, strolled towards his bed, seemingly without any care of the world. He then carefully laid down on it, smoothing out its crumpled satin sheets, he made sure to think of anything but Jude. He thought of the wide expanse of the midnight black night sky outdoors with millions of glittering stars adorning it like diamonds. He thought of the evergreen trees with their deep gold everapples and their sweet, intoxicating taste. He thought of the turquoise ocean, the one where Nicasia’s mother — the Queen of the Undersea — lived, the one where he visited with her when he was in — or at least what he thought he was in — love with her. He then thought of the cold breeze swaying his soft white linen shirt as he drank his red wine peacefully sitting on fresh earthy soil, flipping the pages of a book. He thought of—

Just then there was a sharp knock at his door, breaking Cardan out of his — Jude free — thought train. Cardan grumbled under his breath, clearly annoyed with the interruption.

“Yes?” He called out with his head resting comfortably on his soft pillow. Yet, there was no reply but more insistent knocking.

“Who is it?” Cardan asked again. This time the knocking stopped and instead the elegant gold doorknob in the shape of a gargoyle twisted ever so slowly as if urging Cardan to stop it, but he remained silent unable to say or do anything, as the door eventually flew open.

In front of him — or well rather the door — stood an elegant young lady togged up in a beautiful ombré ball gown, its color deepening from white near her throat, through the palest blue to the deepest indigo at her feet. Over that was stitched the stark outlines of trees, just the way Cardan saw them from his window as dusk fell. Over them, little crystal beads were sewn to represent stars. The lady’s face — or well half of it — was covered by a pale blue mask encrusted with diamonds.

She looked at him with fierce eyes, a fire in them so similar to Jude, he thought with a surprised blink. Her eyes which were the lightest shade of honey brown he had ever seen, looked at him from under her long thick brown lashes behind her mask. Her lustrous brown hair fell in cascading waves down her back. Her breathing was hard almost as if she had been doing some kind of physical exertion before coming here, unannounced, in Cardan’s chambers. The rise and fall of her chest accentuated her generous breasts, clad in the tight material of her gown.

Catching Cardan starting at her breasts, the woman smirked wickedly. Her lips were painted the deepest shade of coral. Cardan gulped. A strange mixture of desire and dread pooling in his stomach.

“Who are you?” Cardan asked, his voice breaking at the end as the woman took a step forward towards him. The woman didn’t reply.

“What do you want?” He asked breathlessly, not expecting a reply and indeed there was none. The woman merely tilted her head, as if curious to what he was going to say or do next. He didn’t do either of those things but simply stared at her, in awe of her beauty. The woman seemingly bored with him proceeded to move across the room, her skirt trailing after her. She stopped near Cardan’s table. Slowly, carefully, she picked up his Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass hardcover book kept on his table. She examined it closely, bringing it closer to her eyes, her expression remaining hidden beneath her mask. Then, she precariously kept the book back in its place and turned towards him to access him, just like a wilder fair folk might assess their prey. Her cold gaze swept over him, making Cardan shudder from the sheer intensity of it.

She stepped towards him, it took Cardan everything in him not to shrink back from her. Suddenly, she was by his side, sitting on the edge of his bed. She held up a hand and Cardan watched, awestruck, as she brushed back a stray strand of hair falling on his face.

“I—” Cardan began, his breathing shallow but the mysterious lady having none of that, held up a long slender finger over her own plump lips, shushing him, making him gulp. She smiled a wicked smile at seeing his reaction, showing off her perfect white teeth. She then slowly but surely brought her perfect coral lips to his unworthy mouth.

Cardan became as still as a marble statue. Her mouth was surprisingly soft against his. But after what seemed like too soon she broke off from him. She stared at him, her face as blank as a fresh sheet of paper. Cardan daringly brought his shaking hand to her neck, beckoning her forward for another kiss. He was like a fairie starved for another sip of his favorite wine, begging for it. Fortunately, the woman, sitting beside him, was more than happy to serve it to him, if her smile, slow and sensual, was any indication at all.

Encouraged, Cardan brought her face closer to his by the hand still kept on her neck. Stopping, just as they were close enough for a kiss. He stared into her eyes, which seemed to hold all the answers, and promises, of the universe within them. Such a deep shade of honey was in them that Cardan was reminded of Jude as she spread honey over her bread, sitting on the white blanket with the stupid red stripes over it which she brought with her at every one of her lectures to sit on, laughing at some silly joke with her twin. Appalled by his traitorous thoughts of the rash mortal, he finally brought his lips to the exquisite-looking female, driving all his attention to the feel of her lips against his.

He groaned into her mouth, the sound embarrassingly desperate. Cardan could even feel the woman’s lip curve up into a smug smile against his. The woman never once breaking their kiss, moved to straddle his lap, rubbing herself against him, making Cardan moan with pleasure and desperation. Bringing her as close to him as possible, Cardan kissed her hard and rough something the woman was more than happy to retaliate with her own brutal kisses. Their mouths slipped together effortlessly, teeth over lips over tongues.

Seemingly done with kissing, the woman moved to place some hot, open-mouthed, sloppy kisses against his jaw and down his neck. Cardan was sure that by the next night, there would be a variety of bright red marks blossoming his pale skin that he would have to glamour them away but he couldn’t care less at the moment, as the woman’s mouth moved lower and lower until it reached the collar of his loose linen shirt. She looked up at him with inquisitive brown eyes and Cardan nodded, knowing what she was asking for. Nimble hands unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off, showcasing his defined pale muscles. He wouldn’t describe himself to be particularly muscular but rather lean muscular but that seemed to please the lady enough as she continued the journey of her kisses down his chest, stopping just above his waist.

Leisurely, tantalizingly, taking her precious time, she slowly undid the silver buttons of his breeches, dragging them down slowly, her nails lightly scraping against his skin, the sensation weirdly pleasant. Surprisingly, she kissed him again. Long yet slow. Teasing yet sensual. Reverent yet careless. Cardan sighed into her mouth as her calloused hands gently moved through his smooth black hair, making her giggle into his mouth at the sound. A corner of Cardan’s soft mouth quirked up by her tinkling laugh. He almost thoughtlessly, caressingly fondled her sharp jaw with his thumb. The touch so reverent that it scared him. Even with Nicasia never had he ever truly been vulnerable. Even as they lay bare, with their limbs entangled, their breathing hard and their faces flushed with ecstasy had he ever felt this exposed as he felt now, with a stranger. A stranger wearing a pale blue silk mask.

Her small hand slithered down his chest, down his stomach, and came to rest on his waist. She cocked her head to the side, looking up at him, asking him for his consent. He nodded fervently, desperate to be touched. By her, his mind added automatically. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice as she uncertainly gripped his hard length, making him let out a harsh animal-like sound from the back of his throat. Breathing wildly, he looked down at the woman, her pupils were dilated, the black swallowing up the deep honey of her eyes, and a self-assured smirk graced her mouth. Cardan watched, mesmerized, as she slowly, more confidently, started moving her hand up and down his length.

Cardan threw his head back, pleasure and hunger humming through his body in wild waves of desire. Hunger for something more. Hunger for her. Hunger to have her body as close to him as it was possible. Hunger to have her moan his name in frenzied bliss as she pleasured herself with him.

He could still feel her rough hand move up and down over and over against him. Squeezing and caressing him from the base to the tip but what he wasn’t ready for was for her to take him in her mouth. He gasped as he felt the warmness of her mouth surround him. He watched in rapt attention — careful not to blink so as not to miss anything — as she took him whole in her mouth. He watched as she bobbed her head on his length, sucking when necessary. He was so close. So close to reaching his sweet long awaited climax, but just when he thought he could hold himself back no longer, she stopped and with a resounding ‘pop’ removed him from her mouth. He thought that he might have groaned with frustration and as the woman’s mouth connected with his lips again, his frustration only heightened with each brush of lips. The kiss was chaste but filthy at the same time. Almost as if she was apologizing to him for not giving him his sweet release but also promising something much better as her hands roamed his chest with reckless abandon.

Abruptly, she stood up, away from him, making a noise of protest, he said, “Why—” but the sentence died on his tongue as she tortuously slowly, began undressing herself. She first slipped off one of her flimsy sleeves then the other and then pushed the dress down all together until it pooled in a mess of blue at her ankles. Stepping out of it, she was left standing just in her underclothes but it was of a very different kind, he realized with a start. When he came to think of it, her curves were far too voluminous to belong to any fey. But all thoughts left his head as she reached behind her back and the strange blue under cloth covering her breasts fell to the ground. He almost groaned at the sight of her bare perfectly round breasts. Then, she pushed down her underwear until she stood naked in front of him. Before Cardan could so much as utter a single sound she straddled his waist again, kissing him, hard and hungry, parting his lips with her own, delving her tongue between his mouth.

Then, detaching her rosy swollen lips from his equally swollen ones. She moved to kiss his neck again but before she had time to do anymore, Cardan flipped them over so she was lying beneath him with his arms supporting his weight so he didn’t crush her completely but looking at her he couldn’t think that she could be crushed by anyone, but still he held himself up by his arms, anyway. Just in case.

The woman’s eyes went wide like saucers clearly surprised but pleased by this new change of position. He threw a lazy smirk at her and she laughed one of her rare laughs — rough and low — throwing her head back and exposing her neck to him. Cardan immediately began peppering the woman’s neck with kisses and her laugh turned into a long drawn-out moan. Pleased with himself, he made his journey down her neck and onto her chest, paying special attention to her breasts with his mouth, eliciting sounds sweeter than the sweetest of wines from her mouth.

One of his hands moved down to her thighs, nearing the region between her legs. He teased the woman mercilessly by never quite touching the spot he knew she ached the most. Just when he thought she might yell at Cardan with frustration and anger he finally gave in and touched her. He cursed under his breath. She was soaking wet. He tried to not let that get into his head but the rush of knowing that he caused this was as heady as the strongest of wines, if not even more so.

He parted her folds, rubbing small circles on her clit as she made sounds sweeter than everapple which fell on his desperate ears, instantly going to his throbbing length. He inserted two fingers inside of her, making her grasp and scratch his back hard enough to draw blood. Soon enough, he moved his head between her legs too, his tongue licking and sucking, determined to make her come. She tasted so sweet and bitter at the same time. Like poison, he thought.

He continued his ministrations till he felt her clench around his long slender fingers, obviously reaching her release. Her moans filled the room, echoing around it until she quietened, and then gingerly Cardan removed his fingers from her and moved up to kiss her, sweet and slow. He knew she could taste her own arousal on his lips but she didn’t seem to mind, she simply kissed him back, her fingers threading through his soft black hair.

She lightly pushed him back, surprised Cardan looked at her but seeing the mischievous glint in her eyes he laughed and lifted himself up from her to lay on the other side of the bed. She soon enough followed him to move over him, kissing him lightly before positioning her sopping heat over his length. She slowly as if keen on tormenting him even further, took him inside her. Whimpering, she slid even further down him, making Cardan groan loudly and grip her hips in a desperately poor attempt to hold onto any shred of sanity that he currently possessed.

The woman, once adjusted to the size of him, began to move more swiftly on him. Soon, her movements became reckless, wild, hasty, and brisk, that even Cardan had trouble keeping up. Fairies never did what this woman was currently doing with him. Fairies tumbled, they frolicked, they made love, they took hours to discover each other’s bodies, never in haste, always taking their precious time and Cardan never complained, he liked it, but currently lying beneath this woman as she took her sweet pleasure from him, he didn’t know if he could go back to the ways of the fair folk. He didn’t want to go back to the ways of the fair folk.

Cardan watched as if under a spell — though that wasn’t possible as no one knew his real name — as the woman’s movements began to waver, her release obviously close. Deciding to take matters into his own hand, he flipped the woman again — with her laying on her back and him hovering above her.

He slammed into her, never had he ever been this wild while making love, if one could even call it that. He was so out of control and he loved every second of it. It was the most free he had ever been since, well, forever.

The woman gasped under him, her eyes scrunched up, face down. He tilted her head up with one of his slender fingers and said, “Open your eyes, please.” He was practically begging but he didn’t care because she listened to him and opened her mesmerizingly stunning eyes, her eyes that were now so dark and filled with desire and reckless wildness, that even staring at them almost made him come.

“I—I can’t hold on much longer,” He murmured, hot against her ear. Apparently, that was enough for her to fall over the edge as she came around him, pretty little moans falling from her mouth. Just by the sounds alone he soon followed her into the sweet blissful afterglow daze.

He lay still against her, his breathing hard. When he finally calmed down, he looked up at her with half-lidded eyes, she was watching him. He smiled, and she smiled back a toothy smile. She looked without any care in the world as she lay beneath him, a small, genuine, smile plastered on her face. Cardan was sure he looked the same. He never knew you could feel this kind of feeling, this sweet nothingness, that he was currently feeling with anyone, let alone a stranger, yet here he was, freer and happier than he had ever been his whole life.

“I—” He began, then reconsidering, “It just occurred to me that…we just made love and I haven’t even seen your face.” And Indeed he hadn’t. She still wore her pale blue mask, hiding her whole face, except her deliciously swollen red mouth. He was proud to see that he had done that to her, but looking at it, he noticed that the smile she wore slipped off. He panicked, fearing he had said the wrong thing and ruined this beautiful moment he was having with her, one where he was not a prince but just a mere boy laying in the arms of his lover that he just met, but then, she smiled slightly and he felt his worries evaporate in thin air.

She slowly lifted her arms and then her head, just an inch, from the pillow where it currently lay, to undo the knots tying her mask together. He watched as she gently removed it from her face and he stilled immediately. His breathing stopped, it even seemed that his heart had altogether stopped beating itself too. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He wouldn’t believe his eyes. But as he stared at the woman’s face it could not be denied that she was who he feared she was. Jude.

He abruptly threw himself off her, horrified. The woman, no, Jude, just slanted her head as if in mild confusion, as if she couldn’t understand why he was freaking out. He wanted to yell at her to get out of his chambers but all he did was point an accusing finger at her and hiss, with all the vehemence he could gather, “You.”

Jude stared at him for a moment, then laughed, as if the whole ordeal was beyond hilarious to her. Lifting an amused eyebrow at him, she said, “Yes, me.”

“I—I will—” He stuttered stupidly, at a loss of words.

“You will what?” She asked, mildly interested. She stood up from the bed to stand in front of him and tilted her head as if waiting for him to continue and finish his sentence. He stared blankly at her, he also didn’t know what he was going to say because all he could think about at that moment, was Jude, standing naked in front of him. The familiar pit of desire opened up in his stomach once again but he closed it up. What he couldn’t stop though was glancing, for a fleeting moment, at her luscious lips, but unfortunately for him, Jude, who never missed anything, of course, saw this and smirked.

“Oh, Cardan,” She said, leaning in towards him, close enough for a kiss. His eyes fluttered shut automatically in anticipation, in want. He closed his eyes even harder as if somehow that would make this any less real and hide his growing desire for her.

“You really do want me,” She whispered, her mouth mere inches apart from him, “and you hate it.” With that, she brought her dangerous mouth to his own traitorous one. She kissed him, slow and rough, and he let her.

xxx

Cardan woke up with a start, cold sweat coating his pale skin, desire running wild through his body like a fast-flowing river ready to drown anything that came in between it. He looked around his room, trying to look for Jude, but then it dawned on him that he had been dreaming. It all had been a dream. Kissing Jude was a…dream. Making love to her was a dream. He shook his head as if somehow trying to rid his head of the ungodly image his brain was currently replaying, one that featured a very cloth-less Jude. Ungodly and not real, he reminded himself furiously.

He took a couple of deep breaths, willing himself to calm down, trying to think unpleasant thoughts about Jude, but none currently came to his mind. He was in a lot of trouble, he thought, appalled.

Horror, shame, anger, and worst of all stupid hope pooled in his stomach. He threw himself off his bed, opening up the shelf where he kept all the alcohol he possessed. Well, all the alcohol he possessed in his chambers, at least.

He grabbed himself a bottle of red wine, immediately opening it up and chugging it from the bottle straight. He couldn’t be sober for this. He wouldn’t be sober for this. When the familiar, soothing, taste of wine filled his mouth did he finally calm down. The sweet and bitter wine — like her, he thought but abruptly dismissed — guzzled down his neck and into his stomach, cooling down the intense feelings that seemed to overwhelm him until he couldn’t breathe.

xxx

Later that night, as he took a fairie with long ash-blonde hair and brown barky skin to bed, he thought of Jude and he hated every single second of it.

[honeykawa]

Made in the Stars | A Bridgerton AU pt. 1

pairing: oikawa tooru x reader

genre: romance, bridgerton au

word count: 1.0k

warnings: none

summary: lord oikawa is in search of a wife this season. as an earl it is his duty to his family to find a wife, have children, and carry on his familys name but is that what he wants? hes not quite sure.

oikawa stood by on the outskirts of the dance floor talking to some other women who were vying for a chance to dance with him. a smile was on his face but he did not care to be here, even the conversations bored him. but this year his parents had pushed him to find a wife, someone to bear his children and carry on their family name. as he was the eldest son, it was his responsibility to carry on his family name and to become the next earl.

but that wasnt what he wanted. he couldnt let his family down though, the weight of his familys legacy was on his shoulders. sometimes it suffocated him, the comments his family would make consumed him daily. so he packed every last dream he had and stored it deep within his heart. having dreams is useless if you cant follow them.

“ah miss yachi, id be delighted to dance with you. may i see your dance card?” he held out a hand hoping yachi would give it to him. she got a bit flustered at the thought of him even asking her to dance.

“ahh yes! here! please mark your name down!” she clumsily took the card off her wrist which led to her loosing her grip on it. it bounced between her hands before landing a few feet away after hitting you in the head.

you slowly turned around and looked at the ground seeing someones dance card. you bent down and picked it up looking around for whoever was missing their card only to see a frantic yachi looking at you. you excused yourself from your mistress and walked over to give the card back. yachi took the card from your hands, “thank you! thank you thank you thank you!” you nodded your head with a smile and gave a quick bow before returning to your ladys side. ‘you were plain’ is what oikawa thought, but your smile was pretty.

oikawa danced and talked until he was nearly out of breath. perhaps going outside would clear his mind and give him some newfound motivation to continue his night inside. he walked out onto the balcony only to see you also standing on it on the far side away from the door looking up at the sky. he paid you no mind as he shut the door behind him. he took a big breath in and let it all out. he looked out into the distance with a longing look in his eyes that didnt go unnoticed by you.

you looked over at the earl and followed his gaze just to see him looking out over the horizon. there was something in his eyes, like he was desperately looking for something that he couldnt have, “you know, its not nice to stare.” oikawa had a teasing tone to his voice as he slowly looked over to you. you blushed and looked away before bowing, “im so sorry lord oikawa. i didnt mean to cause any upset, you just looked…nevermind.” your voice trailed off near the end of your sentence.

there was silence for a moment between the both of you before you hesitantly spoke again, “i dont know what youre looking for but…the stars offer a prettier view than the horizon,” you looked up towards the sky and pointed at a group of stars and moved closer to oikawa to show him, ���see that bunch right there? thats the constellation of andromeda and perseus! do you know the story?” your eyes beamed with excitement that was hard for oikawa to ignore. he shook his head no, “am i supposed to?”

you chuckled a bit at him before looking back up at the constellation, “no, not necessarily but their love story was a moving one. andromeda was hailed as the most beautiful women in the land, her mother even claiming that she was more beautiful than posideons daughters. this angered the sea god and he sent a monster after andromeda and her town to destroy them. her father believed that if they sacrificed andromeda then the sea monster would go away so they chained her to a rock near the ocean and just as she was about to be attacked by the monster, perseus came down on his pegasus and slayed the beast and then the two fell in love living the rest of their days together,” you sighed just thinking about how much they loved each other, “and now their story is immortalized in the heavens.”

oikawa didnt realize that the stars above had their own stories, “so this andromeda was chained to a rock as a sacrifice due to her own parents’ sins?” you looked him and mulled over his words before nodding at him, “such was her fate but…she got out of it didnt she?” you smiled at oikawa which made his heart do something funny. the sparkle in your eyes as you talked was captivating to him.

you both were staring at each other in a comfortable silence until oikawa couldnt take it anymore. he rose his hand towards you face as if he was about to touch your cheek. it was almost as if a magnet was pulling him towards you, “whats your na—“

the doors swung open to reveal a male servant who had wide eyes but decided to say nothing as he approached you, whispering something into your ear. you nodded your head and he left. “im sorry lord oikawa but i must go. goodbye” you curtsied before entering back into the ballroom in search of your mistress who had decided that she was done for the evening and was ready to go home.

oikawa felt disappointed by your abrupt leave, “i didnt even get to know your name…” his eyes stayed on the door for a moment more hoping that maybe you would come back through them before turning around to look back at the stars, “getting out of your own fate, huh?”

[iamawolfstarsimp]

Sup bitches im back

decided to throw out a cute lil unprompted summer fluffy fic for ya'll (cause who doesn't love those)

hope you guys' first week of 2024 has been good!

So yeah enjoy

Summer break was probably Sirius' favorite time of year. Which was funny to him because he remembered a time when he hated summer break.

Hogwarts was the first place that truly felt like home to him, so departing from that place was devastating. Ever since he had separated himself from his family and the god-awful house and spent summer break with James, it had been amazing.

He could go and do whatever he wanted in town, got three delicious meals everyday, and spent all of his time with his best friend.

It just got even better when Remus was allowed to spend summer with them as well. When Sirius first got word that Remus would on fact be spending summer with them, he anxiously waited everyday for any letter from Remus.

After what felt like forever, Mr. Potter was sent a letter and instructed to go and get Remus to bring him to the house safely. Sirius spent the whole morning waiting excitedly (which included looking out the front window every two minutes, bouncing his leg, and immediately jumping up when he heard a noise outside), much to James' amusement.

When Remus did show up, it didn't budge Sirius' newfound excitement to show Remus everything they did for fun at the Potter's. He spent the whole day dragging Remus around town showing him all the shops they went to, the mini quittitch pitch James had in his backyard, all the many rooms in the large house, introducing him to the house elves, and helping him unpack. Remus was tired but enthusiastic.

This particular evening, Sirius and James had pleaded long and hard enough to James' mum that she had let them sleep outside under the stars. Peter had brought two large sleeping bags that they would share, two in each bag and they all camped out, listening to Sirius point out all the different stars and constellations.

"-oh, and, the "star" next to the moon isn't actually a star, it's Venus." He said, folding his arms behind his head after pointing to Venus.

"Wow. How did you learn so much about astronomy?" Remus asked, probably the only on actually paying attention because he could distinctly hear Peter and James quietly giggling from their sleeping bag.

"It's one of the things mum wanted me and Regulus to know a bunch about. Partially because a lot of the black family names have to do with astronomy." Sirius shrugged.

"I think it's cool that you know so much about the stars and stuff." Remus answered quietly, sensing Sirius' embarrassment.

"Heh, thanks." Sirius smiled at him. Remus could faintly see the blush dusting Sirius' cheeks.

"Don't go shy on me now, that's my thing." Remus poked Sirius in the side. Sirius grinned and batted his hand away.

"Oh, what's this?" Remus grinned back, his grin meaning something different than Sirius' though.

"S-stohop!" Sirius giggled when Remus continued his poking, using his other hand as well.

"Be quiet, you're gonna wake up the others." Remus scolded.

"They're already awake!" Sirius kicked out, aiming for Remus' shins. Remus laughed and kicked back, poking anywhere he could reach.

Sirius rolled away but only ended up tangling himself and Remus in the sleeping bag. They both giggled as they rolled across the ground before bumping into James and Peter's bag.

James grunted. "What are you two idiots doing?"

"He's killing me!!" Sirius shouted, grappling with Remus' hands.

"He's fine!" Remus laughed along with Sirius.

Soon enough after hearing Sirius' complaint, James came crawling out of his own sleeping bag to help mess with Sirius.

"Noooo!" Sirius groaned as James crawled into the sleeping bag with the other two, smushing Sirius between Remus and himself.

Sirius was lost in his own mirth as James and Remus tormented him, not being able to cover up or protect himself wasn't helping.

Some time after James had joined them, Peter also crawled inside but mostly kept to himself and laughed at their antics.

"-stop stop stop stop, ple-hehehe-please!" Sirius had given up on trying to fight back and put all his efforts in curling into a ball.

James and Remus backed off, letting him breathe. Sirius immediately unfurled himself and attacked Remus though, digging into the werewolves' ribs. Remus yelped in alarm and burst out laughing, throwing his head back and squirming away from Sirius.

Peter and James laughed as well, joining in on playfully torturing the next victim. After a few minutes of tickling though, Remus managed to crawl out of the sleeping bag and run away from the others.

Sirius immediately hopped up chasing after him, James hot on his trail. Peter stayed where he was, watching the whole scene go down.

Remus (for once in his life) thanked his werewolf abilities which enabled him to see in the dark and run faster than the average teenage boy.

He out-ran the other two boys til they got tired and trudged back to their little camp. Too tired to actually tuck himself in, Remus plopped down on top of the other sleeping bag next to Sirius who was panting.

James was the first to speak. "I hope we spend every summer like this."

"Of course we will." Sirius nudged him. "We're marauders. We'll always stick together, no matter what."

Even though Sirius' mini speech was sappy, Remus quietly hoped that Sirius was right. He couldn't imagine summer any other way.

Hope you liked

[vespen666]

Campbell Bain Headcanons

these are a bunch of headcanons i have about our favourite loonie!

before we get started I will say trigger warning for SH, Suicide, BD and fire. Also I'm autistic, so i've used some of my experiences as reference. And my friends are bipolar so also took reference from them.

so without further a-doo lets begin!!!

1- He's bisexual but he prefers male/gender-neutral partners.

2- He likes to listen to Queen and David Bowie

3-His primary love language is touch (he didn't get much physical affection when he was a kid) however he is demi-asexual

4-He absolutely adores when anyone plays with his hair or gives him head scratches (especially if they've got long nails

5-He's an insomniac. His sleep schedule is none existent, he sleeps whenever he feels like it wether that be at 5 in the morning or once every two days. He is rarely ever asleep before 1 am

6-He's got ADHD. All that energy and fidgeting doesn't come from being bipolar alone.

7-He loves doing arts and crafts at the asylum. The nurses sometimes use taking it away as a bribe to get him to take his meds if cocoa doesn't work

8-He knows a sh1t tone about stars and outer-space. if you point at a constellation and ask him to name it he'll tell you in an instant with its whole back story and everything.

9-He's got some PTSD from his childhood and watching Fergus jump off the roof.

10-His favourite movie is the breakfast club. He relates to John and Allison a lot and likes to reminisce of his short time in highschool and all the detentions he got.

11-He use to self-harm and still has the scars. He's not proud of it but when asked about it he'll just say "well thats life"

12-When he went to school he was the type of kid to turn up in pyjama bottoms and a hoodie, never pay attention but still somehow pass and he would skip class at least once a week

13-On the rare occasion that he does get to sleep, he moves around A LOT. full on starfish and blanket hogger, he also fidgets in his sleep

14-He quit cigarettes and started smoking w3ed. He said it was to "calm his nerves and help him focus on his creative flow" but eventually with Eddies help he quit that too.

15-He (albeit rarely) gets panic attacks.

16-He'll just randomly set small things on fire when he's bored. Sometimes he accidentally sets himself on fire

17- He hates loud noises unless he's the one making them. He loves to shout and blast his music so loud he can't hear his own thoughts but hates it when other people do it.

19- He loves soft things. He has about 15 stuffed animals at home (his favourite came with him to the ward) and is always wrapped up in a blanket when he watches tv or is reading. Any chance he gets he'll be cocooned in blankets and pillows

20-He either has a God-complex or hates him self to no end. There is no in between one minute he'll think he's the best person alive and the next he'll think everyone hates him.

21-When he was 16 (around the time he was diagnosed) him and his dad had a falling out and he tried to overdose. That was the reason he got admitted to saint Judes

22-He is fascinated by witchcraft but never really tried it himself, just likes doing research on it

23-He considered suicide after Fergus died but decided to continue on in his name and prove that loonies could get jobs and that being manic didn't define him

24-He once tried to die his hair green but decided he didn't like it so he went back to brown

25-His favourite bands are Nirvana and Green day

26-He likes comic books and his favourite hero is wolverine

thx for reading and I'm open to suggestions for Campbell.

[bisexualoftheopera]

Diavolo x reader (angst)

*Diavolo pov*

"Look there Beel!" Belphie cried out, pointing towards a group of stars. I had taken the brothers and the exchange students star grazing at Belphie's request. "The humans call that Orion's belt," Lucifer said. "Ah, Orion's belt. There's an interesting story the Greeks used to tell about it," I said. "What story?" Luke asked, looking at the constellation. "They said that there was a great hunter named Orion and he killed a bunch of animals. Because of that Gaia, the earth, sent a giant scorpion to kill him. When Zeus heard what Gaia had done, he turned Orion and the scorpion into stars to stop them from meeting. That's also why you never see those two constellations at the same time," I told them. "Really?" Belphie asked. "The Greeks had many interesting stories about the stars," I said, putting a hand on Belphie's shoulder. "How do you know that story?" Lucifer asked me. I turned to face him, "A witch told me the story long ago," I answered. "My Lord, a word?" Barbatos called from behind us. As I walked towards him I heard Lucifer muttering about witches and their stories. "Yes?" I said once I reached Barbatos. "You looked like you needed to get away for a bit," he explained. "Ah, thank you," I said. Barbatos nodded before moving to stand in front of me. I stared up at the stars and spotted the one I was looking for. "Hello Y/n," I whispered.

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I'm going to start posting again but I probably won't post a lot, there's a lot going on. Also I probably got the story about Orion and the scorpion wrong, sorry about that. Google didn't give me much and I remember reading about Gaia sending a scorpion to kill him so I meshed what google said and what the book said together 😅

[zkoh001]

✨My archivist designs🌌

I really missed this artstyle but it takes so much longer than just my usual ones 😂

Here are a bunch of headcanons I have:

Firstly, general species lore (my lore):

🌙 Birth:

° Archivists make up clusters/systems, and all collectors belonging in one cluster are each others siblings, there are no parents

° Each system has a core. That is the compiled magical essence of the stars inside the system.

° Starchildren are born by randomly spark into existence. When that happens they inherit half of the Core's power.

° So logically, the firstborn would have 50 percent of the original power. Then the second would inherit half of what's left, so 25 percent, the third 12,5 etc.

° The eldest is always the strongest, and generally the designated leader of the cluster

° A starchild needs some amount of magic to exist, so there's a limit of how many a single core can create. That limit depends on the strenght of the core.

🌑 Death:

° Clusters can die, and they either bloom into a new one, or become a black hole.

° When the cluster dies, so do it's starchildren. But if it's not a black hole, it's not immediate, so the old clusters leader passes on their job and knowledge to the first (and sometimes second) of the new cluster.

° A starchilds death is a slow process, as the power leaves their body their body breaks down like ice.

° If the Core collapses into a black hole, death is immediate and painless for all members, and it cannot birth a new system.

° Sometimes the leftover energy that didn't whittle away causes the black hole to morph the collectors into a single being, with insatiable hunger called world eaters (but it's quite rare, and more typical of weak cores)

° The less power the faster they die, which means the eldest is born first and dies last.

Now, about our Collie, and his cluster☀️

💫Core:

° The Collector is connected to the strongest core in general vicinity, which is why it houses the Archive House (not the one in the show, a whole big one)

° This is why despite being fifth in the line, with 3,125th of his Cores power, the Collector is quite strong amongst other starchildren.

° And it also makes his eldest sibling the strongest of Archivists, and the leader

🌠Traits, and design choices:

° They don't really have genders. They can present as either or, but since they don't really reproduce either it's not relevant.

° On the picture, Yellow is the eldest, Blue is the second eldest, Orange is the third, and Purple is the fourth.

° I don't have names, but I don't wanna call them by colours so... working title names: Yellow-Sol, Blue-Luna, Orange-Aerolite, Purple-Comet

° Sol and Luna look more dominantly sun and moon colored, while the ones after are more equal.

° Their appearance usually goes in rythm, so Aerolite has brighter colours, and more yellow (sun) while Comet is darker and more muted (moon)

°By the time Collie came around it got pretty balanced out. The ones after them are pretty 50-50 split

° As a sign of age, their arms or legs also gain a black tint with white constellation marks. The higher up they go, the older the starchild.

° Oh, yeah Collie has little sibs!

☄️Family:

° The collector is the fifth member of his family

° By the time of the war the cluster was still pretty young, with none of his siblings being adults (by collector standars), and it's still in it's early phase

° Since this core is very powerful, it was able to produce a bunch of starchildren after Collectors banishment.

° Most of them are more developed than him physically (he was stunted while banished) but are less powerful than him.

[scribesynnox]

Ohhhhhh MAN.

@somerandomdudelmao For someone who claims to be “horrible at naming things”, you have been hitting banger names for your characters, they have ALL hit the mark, every single time.

We’ve got Satellite, the satellite moon for the crew. Scultptor, whose name is INCREDIBLY ominous given his very sharp surgical tools and his ease in modifying people’s bodies without their consent. Ain, who’s definition I still haven’t worked out yet because there’s actually a bunch of different definitions for him, but I’m hoping it’s the Hebrew definition because it would be SO fucking funny you don’t understand. Ain as in “eye” or “to see”. Lmao. But also as an extension, it means “to understand and obey” and that fits with the whole “Sculptor’s assistant” thing. Elliptica, the Moon princess of her network, she who covers the sun and turns the sky dark with her presence, with a possible second definition of being “elliptical, difficult to understand”. Likely her name is just in reference to the Ellipse though cuz of the moon thing. Holly, from the Sea Temple, out here protecting Ward and WARD!! My man, my cautious astronaut bodyguard. Poor man went from a verb to a noun and he’s not having a good time with the transition. To ward into a ward. And there’s Alcor, the brighter star of the binary system in the Ursa Major constellation, and uh, speaking of the second half of this duo system. And the whole reason I started this post in the first place.

Oscar! The guy ever, love this himbo. I thought, “man! These names have all been zingers every time with in-depth meanings and foreshadow behind them! Gee, I wonder if it’s the same for Oscar!” AND UH.

RAN.

RANDO.

CASS.

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?

WHAT DOES IT MEAN RAN?? WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN???!!

And!! Because I was on a roll with the names, I looked up Alcor and found the name of the other star, Mizar. Went, “I know Oscar’s name is Oscar, but if he’s supposed to be the Mizar to Alcor, I wonder if THIS name means anything.” AND!!!!

FORGOTTEN? NEGLECTED ONE?? NEGLECTED ONE???? I’ve been wondering how Oscar relationship with his parents are, since we already know that he’s a fantastic older brother to his siblings AND THEN I SEE THIS??? Ominous. But also!! Mizar means apron/cover/wrapping and all that other stuff so is it an indication for Oscar shielding Alcor? Or stifling him? Protecting him from the “dirty” work like an apron, or muffling him under a wrapper?

Though it is interesting how Alcor is the brighter star between the two of them. Cue Treasure Planet moment between Alcor and Oscar, and Oscar giving the “catching some of the light coming off of ya” speech to Alcor, I would just CRY.

All of these may mean nothing. Or it may mean EVERYTHING, and I am vibrating in place to see what happens next.

[bluiex]

Oh it's time to share my thoughts on TCD Scar.

So Scar was thrown into a zombie apocalypse when he was just a little kid. The statistics of an 8 year old surviving all by himself is very low, but hey, maybe he's fated by the Universe or something idk.

Yeah, he's lonely and life is miserable, but he's alive! And he has his cat plushie (like that one Webkinz grey cat) named Jellie. Scar copes with his imagination, thinking up all sort of fantasy adventures for him and Jellie.

He even finds an abandoned theme park later and claims it has his own, naming it Scarland and pretending its full of life and joy.

Meanwhile, as he grows older, he absolutely gets addicted to morphine. It stops the pain and allows him to be free!

And then from here, maybe the fae start returning to civilizations (once pushed out of their homes by humans, but with the apocalypse, they can return and create a new life). And Scar FINALLY finds people, meets Cub, Cub teaches him a bunch of stuff.

Of course they make some deals with Vex :) to better their business in this new civilization! And, of course, now Scar has access to magic. And the first thing he does is animate his Jellie plush to be real.

OH. Space. How could I forget. Scar maybe finds a magazine about space as a kid, and while he can't read very well, he can at least look at the pictures. The stars are one of the last constant and peaceful wonders of this hell.

And when he meets Cub, oh boy do they bond over space. Scar quickly decides the Ursa Minor (aka Little Bear hehe) is his favorite constellation.

Yadahyadah, they got tossed into the wonderful world of Hermits and Crafting, and Scar gets to make all his wildest dreams come true!

Anyways, there's my mess of thoughts :) Also thinkin it's finally time I give myself a name sooo

Is 🌵 taken? :D

AWW OMG i love that, him getting put into the apocalyptic world at a young age and having to survive it with nothing but Jellie and hope- his imagination sure follows him through his life and it becomes a real nice factor when he finds himself in HC

Hear me out, Cub helps Scar with his addiction to the morphine, it especially becomes easier once he's got that Vex magic as well.

also i dont believe it is :D

[thewatercolours]

King's Quest Fic: "With More Heart"

On the fifteenth evening of the siege Rosella climbed to the castle parapet.  A single storm lantern flickered in one of the crenels, and next to it leant her father. As she’d expected. She’d whistled her way up the last curve of the tower stair so he wouldn’t be taken off guard. He didn’t turn round, but stared out fixedly over the valley, dimming away in the oncoming night. Night came so early these days, you could barely see the surrounding army’s encampments, even though it hadn’t yet struck five.

She crept to his side, feeling a bit like the little girl of yesterday who used to creep up beside his office desk, and cajole stories out of him before he remembered how far the clock had come since her bedtime. She took a deep breath, and it turned foggy in the air when she breathed out. “Hey,” she said softly.

Her father didn’t turn his head, but he stretched out an arm round her shoulder, covering her with his fur-trimmed cloak. “Hey, kiddo,” he said.

“You didn’t eat lunch, or supper,” Rosella said, reaching into her own red cloak. “I brought you some sausage and cheese, and Bramble’s made red tea in the guard room cauldron, if you want it. A bunch of the families are having a singalong down there, to keep spirits up. I bet they’d be glad to see you.”

The king shook his head, but didn’t let his gaze falter from the watch. “I’ll have a bite to eat before bed. I don’t feel as hungry then. I’ll waste less.”

“We’re not that short on food yet, Dad.”

“Even so, it’d make me happy if you’d just hang onto it for now.”

They rested against the ramparts on their elbows, side by side, for some time. They passed yawns and shivers back and forth in that funny, contagious way we humans have. They made bland remarks about the movements of the troops belong. Nothing consequential. Just making fun of the stupid hats the commanders wore, or speculating about why one young soldier kept running back and forth with a bucket from the stream to one of the tents. At last even these wore thin, and there was silence.

At last her father broke it. “This hasn’t got much to do with anything, but sometimes when I’m up here I remember I time I went stargazing up here with Guard Number One. At least, I was looking at the stars. He kind of had to be here too.”

“Why?” asked Rosella.

He shrugged. “Hard to explain. Back then there was a lot more fuss about making sure I wasn’t left unprotected. I’m talking about years back – years before I even met your mother.”

She smiled. “Did it get on your nerves?”

He chuckled. “Sometimes. But I also don’t think I’d trade it, if I could time travel. In those days I was in such a hurry to prove myself, I don’t think I’d have got to know any of the guards as well if we hadn’t done it like that. It was kind of nice.” He sighed, and rubbed his hands against each other. “Kind of nice.”

“So what happened that night when you two were up here?” She handed him a wedge of cheese, as nonchalantly as she could.

To her hidden glee, he absently took it and chewed it as he spoke. “Oh, nothing worth writing home about. The best times don’t necessarily make the best stories. But I found constellations and asked him to explain them to me. A lot of them are the same as you see in Llewdor, but some can only be seen this far south, and it felt kind of crazy to learn the names of new stars, and their myths, and everything. And we were making wishes. As least, I was. He wasn’t too keen on making wishes, in case the fairies thought it was presumptuous, or something. Meanwhile I was making wishes to last for years.”

“What did you wish?” (More cheese. Easy does it.)

“Oh, I can’t remember. Good things for Daventry. Bravery. Wisdom. Compassion. I probably wished for a bow and arrows too.”

“You didn’t have one?” (Would he take the sausage, or would that tip him off to what she was doing?)

“Oh, of course I had one, but I had been making that wish in every fountain and on every dandelion since I was like, four. Eventually you just keep making the wish for old time’s sake.” Her father pointed up at a single, faint star overhead, just peaking through the last of the sunset. “Hey, great timing! So what would you wish for, Rosella? Or do you follow the ‘don’t tell, or it won’t come true’ principle?”

Time to risk the sausage. “Well,” she said with a mischievous smile, “If I made the same wish I used to make when I was four, I’d wish that you and Mom would float away in a bubble that was slowly losing all the air inside it, and I’d have to chase you down with my magical friends and pop it with a sword.”

Seemingly this was enough to finally wrench Graham away from his unwavering watch – he turned his head to stare at her. “In a… bubble?” he laughed. “How come it has to be popped with a sword?” He tore a bite of sausage off with his teeth.

Rosella turned away to hide her grin. “It’s a very strong bubble, I guess.”

“And where, pray tell, did this wish come from?”

“Dunno. I was four.”

Her father chewed on the sausage pensively. “I mean, it almost sounds like something that would happen to our family.”

Rosella heaved a sigh. “But if I had to wish something for now, obviously I would wish the siege was raised. Or at least that the throne room was filled with food that couldn’t spoil, and the barracks were manned with a proper, full army.” She paused as she saw his face grow serious.  “Sorry,” she put in hurriedly. “Um. That came off slightly more serious than it sounded in my head. Not exactly morale-raiser stuff. Yeah.”

“It’s okay.” He squeezed her shoulder, but the faraway look had returned to his eyes. “It’s what we’d all wish tonight, if it could come true. We can’t spend the whole time distracting ourselves.”

Blast. She’d blown it. Scrambling to get back on a gentler footing, she forced a brand new smile and asked. “So, besides the war and everything, what would you wish for on that star tonight?”

The king thought a long time. He suddenly noticed the half sausage in his hand, and placed it awkwardly on the crenel. When he answered, it didn’t seem to be an answer at all. “I’ll tell you something that doesn’t really make much sense. When  I try to ration myself, obviously it’s for everyone’s good. To make the food last. But in the back of my mind, there’s this silly idea of… what if Alexander somehow came back in the middle of all this. He’d need food too. So I…” He coughed, and turned away. “I’m sorry, Rosie. You must get so sick of it always coming back to Alexander. You can’t even remember him.”

“No. It’s fine. It really is.” Rosella found herself pulling away, without entirely understanding why. “I’m glad you don’t forget him, and I’m glad you don’t stop hoping. And in a totally different way than you and Mom, I miss him too, in my own way.” She crossed her arms, and turned to lean with her back to the wall, so she could better look at her father’s saddening face. “But, I mean, if he was going to come back, I kind of would hope he’d wait till all this was over. If he’s alive, he’s probably eating a lot better than we are for one thing. It’s not a high bar to clear.” That probably sounded cold. But she didn’t know how to talk about her twin anymore. It wasn’t that she wished Dad wouldn’t bring him up. It was more like… she didn’t know what it was like. “Sorry,” she muttered. “I’m just… really hungry and tired.”

Something shifted in her father. He picked up the remaining sausage, and pressed it into her hands. “As your king, I command you to eat this,” he said, sounding ridiculously official. And then we’ll go down and drink tea with the others. And we’ll sing, and we’ll raise our spirits. And we’ll make wishes on the embers in the hearth. We used to wish on those in Llewdor too.”

“You wished on everything in Llewdor.”

“Of course we did. It’s one of the best parts of the culture. And ember wishes are good – stars are the most effective, but ember wishes have more heart. Come on. It’s getting too cold up here.”

He picked up the storm lantern, and led the way down the twisting stairs.