#I actually got a little upset I didn't see his name on the list of gods available so far in the BG3 EA

[wearepaladin]

Paladin of Torm by Jordan Kerbow

[eeboshmeebo]

[Fake Shameless vs Stoic Shameless]

I can't take it. I can't take it no more. I HAVE TO WRITE IT BEFORE IT DIES, AAAAHHH!

Neito Monoma x Very straightforward Fem-Reader

"Hahahahaha! I heard that you've gotten a new member today, 1-A! I'm guessing that they're just as pathetic as the rest of you!"

The classroom door had been left open, the only reason that this boy could've ever opened it without the keys.

This... boy. Short blonde hair. Blue eyes that made you think of both forget-me-not flowers and blue granite at the same time. Perfect teeth. The odd way he bent over. His eyelashes and his lips, vitally noticeable yet unnoticeable like the texture of a canvas underneath the paint. His voice, which you'd normally find irritating on another, seemed perfectly suited for him. The white pupils he had, instead of the 'dead fish' eyes you were reminded of with others, looked like pearls inlaid into a tourmaline and white quartz of some sort.

Oh, you were smitten the moment you saw him. Your classmates didn't seem to share the same sentiment, however.

"So not manly to judge a person before you even met her, Monoma!" said Kirishima. Monoma was one of the few people he didn't get along with, which was a surprise only to you.

"Yeah! Go away, leave us alone!" said Denki after Kirishima finished speaking, looking up from his conversation with Mineta to get Monoma to go away. Mineta wandered off now that the attention was off of him.

"Sorry about that, he comes around often..." said Mina, her lips forming a pout and her eyes slightly narrowed in obvious annoyance.

You knew that she was actually more upset about having her 'conversation' with you interrupted, a one-sided talk with her speaking endlessly while you were completely silent, but you patted her on the shoulder, much to her surprise, and walked up to him

"Oh, what's this, the new 1-A student, trying to fight with-"

"You're cute. Go out with me."

...!?!?!

The entire class was silent. Wide eyes, gaping mouths, even Mineta had frozen before he snuck up on Yaoyorozu and promptly got stopped by Jiro.

"W-well, I never! You could be j-joking and trying to trick me, f-f-for all I know!" Monoma stuttered out, pointing his trembling finger at you as he fixed his posture.

Ah, he was blushing... he looked so much better with a blush on- no, wait, scratch that. He looked good all the time. His cuteness was just enhanced when he was blushing and stuttering.

Before he could continue, however, you had unlocked your phone and gently grabbed his hand, placing your phone into the palm of his hand.

"Put your phone number into my calls list. I like your voice."

He blushed even more with that, little half-attempted words coming out of his mouth at how... assertive you were. Did you have no shame, no awareness of the multiple people filming this!?

"...okay."

Monoma, under your abnormally intense, wide-eyed stare that seemed to see through him (you wish), input his phone number into yours and gave your phone back to you.

You intentionally held his hand as you took your phone back, and once you did, he fled...

"I'll get my vengeance for this, 1-AAaaaaaaaaaa!"

He was surprisingly quick but you could hear that he ran into someone down the hallways outside.

...

You smiled to yourself in your newfound victory.

And, of course, someone just had to ruin it.

"This feels a lot like the story of how my dad and the old hag got together, damn it! I don't want to relive that!"

...Bakugo was quickly silenced by the death stares from a few of the more... gossipy girls. Namely Mina and Tooru. For such energetic girls they sure can silence a man.

[selineram3421]

*stumbles in and door slams into the wall* Ding-dong💘

Soft Love

Alastor X Chubby Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ food mention-desserts and strawberries, hurt/comfort, italics=thoughts, insecurities, mentions of murder, mention of cannibalism, slight implied/suggestive ⚠

Life in Hell was hectic.

Love in Hell? Nearly impossible to find.

Especially if its real.

Alastor knew you as the kind, soft demon that everyone got along with in the hotel staff.

Kind even to him.

Your work at the hotel was mostly in the arts. The Princess has you in the therapy area to help sinners express their emotions with different mediums.

Such an interesting demon you were with many hobbies. Painting, singing, dancing, baking, designing, cooking, knitting, photography, drawing. The list could go on possibly for a while, you haven't shared all of them.

He was curious, wondering exactly what damned you to Hell.

"Alastor!"

Speak of the devil, you called.

"Yes dear?", he looked up from his book.

He sat on the lobby couch that was just across the bar, patiently waiting for you to speak.

"Could you try something for me? I made some lava cake for desert but I want to make sure yours is the right amount of bitter."

Yes, you were also very considerate and attentive.

"Of course dear!", he stood from the couch and whisked his book away into the shadows. "You know I always look forward to your baking."

He followed behind you, smiling a little wider at the pep in your step.

The Radio Demon knew that he had feelings for you. It took him a while to come to terms with it but let it happen anyway.

You were also the only person that he touched (respectfully) often. Holding your hand, linking your arms together, squishing your cheeks, holding you close for a dance. All excuses just to feel your warmth and softness.

Sure, he's let his friend Rosie touch him but she knew that he didn't like physical contact too often unless it was needed for dancing.

"I made your cake less sweet too!", you turned to look back at him with a smile.

"I appreciate it."

Once both of you entered the kitchen, you showed him the cakes and got out two different chocolate mixes.

"The lighter one is the sweetest, and the darker one is quite bitter.", you placed the bowls on the counter. "I actually want to try it with strawberries too.."

"Sounds appetizing!", he stepped closer and placed his hand on your lower back, leaning forward. "I wouldn't mind having a bite."

You blushed and avoided his gaze.

How adorable.

"I'll get a spoon for you to try the chocolate.", you said before walking out of his hold and over to the drawers near the door.

One thing he noticed was that when it came to his touch, you'd shy away. When he gave you compliments regarding your appearance, you would brush him off or put yourself down.

It upset him greatly.

Somewhat impatient, he swiped up some of the dark chocolate with his finger and tasted it.

"Alastor!"

Like a child, he quickly held his hands behind his back as if to hide something.

"Yes?"

You sighed and got a napkin before walking up to the red man.

"No use in hiding what you did.", you held out your hand.

"But I'm not hiding anything.", he shows you his hands by placing them on yours. "See?"

You hum and pull him down by his hands. "You've got chocolate on the side of your lip deer.", you point out and laugh.

He let's you clean him up with the napkin.

When you pull back, he stops you by taking a hold of your hand with the napkin. Calling your name, the Radio Demon looks you in the eye.

"I have a question for you"

"What is it?", you ask.

"Why is it that whenever I give you a compliment, you disregard it?"

In a second you stiffened and stared at him wide eyed.

"W-what? I don't do that..", you tried to pull away.

Alastor places a kiss on your fingers, still not letting go of your hand.

"Don't lie to me my dear, I always remember everything about you."

You look away with a sigh.

The frown on your face makes his unbeating heart ache.

"I don't like to talk about it.", you say and pull away.

Instead of leaving, you move the bowls and hop onto the counter to sit. Then you take a moment before speaking.

"I wasn't always treated right because of how big I looked.", you said with a sad smile. "I wasn't beauty standard perfect, or had a body that someone could ogle."

The red demon listened.

"When I did get into a relationship, it wasn't good. I was belittled, abused, and cheated on. But I still loved with my whole being..", you moved your hands onto your lap. "I was stabbed to death by them."

Alastor had to hold back his anger.

He wanted to find the person who dared treat you like nothing. To torture and rip them apart. To eat them alive.

"Silly, isn't it?", you smiled sadly, staring down at your hands. "Its what got me killed in the first place but yet I'm still chasing after it."

The Radio Demon slowly took your hands and gently rubbed them.

"You just put your heart in the wrong hands.", he said and lifted your hands to kiss your knuckles. "If I was the one who you loved, you wouldn't have to worry about any affairs."

He kissed the inside of your wrist.

"I'd compliment you everyday."

You were blushing madly at this point, too shocked and flustered to stop him.

He kissed your shoulder.

"I would never hurt you.", he says and kisses your cheek before whispering. "Unless you asked me to."

"Alastor-", you got one of your hands out of his hold to cover your mouth and some of your red face.

He leans back a bit to get a good look at you.

"I don't know how they couldn't see you for who you are. You're absolutely divine and worth so much more than anything anyone else could offer me."

You were tearing up at this point, still covering your mouth.

Carefully, the deer demon moved your hand away and caressed the side of your face. Wiping away a stray tear from your cheek.

"I love you."

You start tearing up more and he sees them start running down, some wetting his hand.

"I love all of you.", he smiles genuinely. "And if anyone dared try to insult or belittle you again, I'll make sure to torture them a million times over until you ask me to stop."

You've begun to quietly sob, wiping your tears as best as you could with your free hand.

"May I kiss you?"

You laugh at that.

"I'm a mess!", you say with a breathy laugh before sniffling.

"No, you're adorable.", he kisses the top of your head.

He let's you take a minute to calm down and helps you wipe your tears and snot away.

"Can you ask again?", you give him a shy smile.

"May I kiss you?", his smile widens.

"Yes please."

Both of you share a soft but long kiss.

I found the merch!

~Seline, the person.

Taglist@

None for right now until I can fix how to add more tags.

ML for Alastor🎙

Extra:

You confess to Alastor that you've had a crush on him for quite a while.

"How long?", he asks, deer ears perked up.

"Uh..haha.", you look away with a blush. "After a week of joining the hotel.."

Doing the math, he realized that you've fancied him four months before he started growing feelings for you.

"Is that why you would ask what my favorite meals are? And how much sweetness I could tolerate?"

You nod.

"I can't believe how oblivious I've been. You've been gifting and making things for me.", his deer ears droop down and his brows furrow. "I must make up for all the time you spent on me."

"It's alright love.", you smiled.

"No, you can't change my mind.", he says and steals a kiss. "I'm going to spoil you."

🫀

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Do you write for marcus baker?

He is not on my character list, but I was thinking of adding him with the new season just released (I have not finished, no spoilers please!)

—

You knew Max would be mad, but you went anyway. You needed to see Marcus.

According to Ginny, he got discharged from the hospital yesterday. She saw him from her window. No broken bones, she had reported.

you knocked on the Bakers’ door. Ellen answered and told you Max was not home — that you already knew. If she had been home, you would not be there.

‘’I’m here to see Marcus, actually.’’ You held your breath, hoping she would let you in.

A frown formed between her eyebrows. ‘’Marcus? I didn’t know you and him were friends.’’

‘’We have a class together,’’ you lied.

Ellen pressed her lips in a thin line, hesitating. ‘’He just took his medications, he must be sleeping…’’

‘’Oh. I understand.’’

‘’But maybe a visitor would be good for him. Only for a few minutes, though. He needs rest.’’

You nodded and went upstairs.

When you got to his room, the door was wide open. The lamp on his nightstand was on, but as his mom had predicted, he was sleeping. On the left side of his face, scrapes and cuts decorated his soft smooth skin, making your heart ache with guilt.

Your silly little argument that made him get on his motorcycle the night of the accident seemed so pointless and stupid now. You didn’t mean any of the mean words that came out of your mouth, you said them in the heat of the fight. You said them because you didn't know how to answer Marcus’s confession.

‘’Marcus,’’ you whispered, stepping closer to his bed. You didn’t want to startle him. ‘’Marcus.’’

Saying his name was not working, so you sat on his bed, careful not to sit on his arm that was laid out on the mattress, and employed another method. You gently caressed his hand with your thumb and, after a few strokes, he moved his eyebrows and stirred.

It took a few seconds for Marcus to register that you were there. Once his eyes found yours, you retracted your hand and tucked it on your lap.

‘’What are you doing here?’’

After your fight, he didn’t think you would visit him. But here you were, sitting on the edge of his bed with a heavy heart.

‘’How are you feeling?’’ It was a stupid question, but stupid things tend to come out of your mouth when you’re nervous.

Marcus blinked but didn't say anything.

‘’Marcus, I— This is all my fault. Everything I said, I didn’t mean. You took me by surprise and I didn’t know how to respond so I got into defensive mode and said all those mean things.’’ Tears blurred your vision, wishing you could go back in time and erase everything you said three nights ago. ‘’I’m so sorry, Marcus.’’

You hated to make his accident all about you, but you were the reason Marcus left your house emotionally hurt. You saw the pain in his eyes when you told him he couldn’t love you, that he was incapable of love. People tend to drive fast when they are upset or distracted. You heard his tires screech when he left your driveway, speed off.

‘’My accident was not your fault. I got hit by a car and fell in a ditch.’’

‘’Because of me,’’ you insisted, a lump forming in your throat. You found yourself staring at the wounds on the side of his face, making you feel worse. ‘’If I hadn’t been so mean to you, if I had been honest instead of getting into defense mode, you would not be in this bed recovering from an accident.’’

Marcus slowly sat up, his body aching from the accident, and cocked an eyebrow. ‘’No?’’

‘’No,’’ you confirmed.

‘’And what would you have said if you had been honest?’’

You bit your lip before coming clean with your feelings. ‘’That I love you too, Marcus Baker. I pushed you away because I was scared of my own feelings, because I was scared of falling in love, but the things is, I've already fallen for you.’’

Marcus's lips curled into a small smile. ‘’That was disgustingly romantic.’’

‘’Shut up.’’ You leaned toward him, closed the remaining space, and kissed him, stopping him from further making fun of you.

His smile died and his hand came to the back of your neck, lips so soft and gentle at first and then getting more needy. You grasped onto his shoulders to find purchase and pulled him closer to you, but the physical activity caused Marcus to pull back.

He blinked slowly a few times, feeling dizzy from the kiss. ‘’Let’s keep the kissing for when I no longer have a concussion.’’

You covered your mouth with your hand, immediately feeling bad. ‘’Shit. Sorry. I should not have kissed you.’’

Marcus smiled sweetly. ‘’It’s okay.’’ He reached for your hand and laid back down, pulling you with him.

You quickly caught on to what he was trying to do, but you resisted. ‘’I can’t stay for long. Your mom said just a few minutes. I don't want to get on her bad side.’’

‘’Please.’’ He did his best puppy eyes, knowing which strings to pull to make you falt. ‘’I’m gonna fall asleep in a minute anyway. These meds are strong.’’

You gave in. 

—

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for Lux; Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good! I, uh, was only supposed to write nine sentences for this, buuuuut I didn't only write nine sentences for this. 😅 LOOK, I HIT A GROOVE, I'M NOT SORRY. Enjoy your read-more, y'all.

“Do you want some ideas for names?” Billy offers. Most kids don’t get to “legally” name themselves quite this way, so he feels like helping Superboy pick a good name is important. He wants him to have one he really likes. “I know a lot of them. Or we could look some up online? Batman got us a desktop and got you a laptop and a tablet, in case you need one for anything. Oh, and there’s phones, so we can keep in contact! I should grab you yours, actually, it’s . . . somewhere in the kitchen, I think.” 

“‘Ideas’?” Superboy repeats, looking a little uncomfortable. “Like . . . what?” 

“I just mean suggestions,” Billy promises, immediately distracted from the phone by Superboy’s apparent discomfort. The phone can wait. “You can pick any name you want, it’s up to you. I’m not gonna, like, veto you or anything.” 

“. . . sure,” Superboy says. He still looks uncomfortable and Billy still can’t be sure he really means it, but . . . well, he just has to do his best, he guesses.

“You don’t have to decide right away, you can think it over for a bit,” he says. “But we at least need something to put on the paperwork. You can always change it later if you decide you don’t like it.” 

“Whatever,” Superboy says, his mouth thinning. Billy thinks Cadmus was sort of terrible for not giving him a name. Actually, no, Cadmus was really terrible for that.

“How about I just list some, and if you like any of them, you can just say?” he suggests. 

“Whatever,” Superboy repeats, looking away. Well . . . it’s not a “no”, at least, so Billy figures they can try, and if Superboy gets annoyed, they’ll just stop and try again later. 

“Okay,” he says. “Um . . . let’s see, what are some good ones . . . David, Asher, Zachary, Parker, Otto, Levi . . . um . . .” 

Superboy’s jaw tightens. Billy stops listing names and bites his tongue. Okay. The name thing is a sore spot, maybe. Or maybe Superboy just doesn’t like any of his suggestions and thinks he’s lame, he guesses. That might also be, like . . . a thing. 

“I’ll try to think of some more later,” Billy says, repressing a guilty wince and grasping desperately for a new topic. “Do you, uh . . . have any questions? Or anything like that?” 

Probably he should’ve asked that sooner, come to think. 

"How often are you gonna be here?" Superboy asks, still looking away. Billy can’t really read what he can see of his face very well, but hopefully once they know each other better he'll get better at that kind of thing. Like, he’ll have to, right? 

"Oh, like–pretty much whenever I'm not doing hero stuff or on any League missions," he says. "I'll make sure and tell you if I'm ever gonna be gone overnight or anything like that, okay?" 

Superboy . . . blinks. Looks back at him. 

"You're going to live here?" he asks in confusion. Billy blinks too, tilting his head.

"Yeah," he says. "I mean, it wouldn't be very nice of me to just ditch you here all by yourself, would it?" 

"I can take care of myself," Superboy says, his expression shuttering. Billy frowns. 

"Well, sure, but that doesn't mean anybody's gonna make you," he says. Just because Superboy’s physically old enough to take care of himself doesn’t mean he’s not technically still a baby. He deserves to get taken care of and have somebody help him figure out, like . . . everything, pretty much. Civilian life and superhero stuff both. 

That’s why Billy’s doing this, so . . . yeah. 

“Why?” Superboy says. 

“Because that’d be really mean,” Billy says. “And we’re the good guys, so we have to be the good guys.” 

Superboy’s jaw tightens again, and then he folds his arms and looks away again too. He looks upset. Billy wishes he knew how to fix it. Like–even just a little bit. He knows sometimes that stuff just doesn’t “fix”, but . . . still. He’s trying to be a good dad here, so he feels like he should fix things like Superboy being upset. 

Well–he guesses just letting him work through being upset is okay too, if it comes to it. For when things aren’t that easy to get distracted from. Billy would also have a lot to be upset about if he’d been made in a lab and told he was supposed to be somebody he’s not and gotten mind-controlled the first time he’d ever woken up for real. Like, that’s a really shit first day. 

Superboy must feel really weird, too. Cadmus probably didn’t really teach him how to be a kid or a teenager, since they were trying to make an adult Superman, so it’s no wonder he thinks they’re gonna make him take care of himself. Billy’s gonna have to help him learn how being a kid works, he’s pretty sure. 

Well, he can do that. And, well, Superboy’s friends can cover the “teenager” stuff, he guesses. Like, probably. 

. . . maybe he could find a couple parenting books or something. A parenting book might be a good idea. 

"I just don't get it," Superboy says after a long moment staring at the wall, tensing his folded arms. "What about when you have to get back to your real life? Like your . . . your job and your house and your . . . family. This is keeping you away from all that." 

"Oh," Billy realizes, blinking at him in surprise. He guesses Superboy probably would expect him to have that kinda stuff, huh. "No, I don't really . . . have any of those, technically? I mean, I am human, I wasn't lying or anything, I just don't have a job or another house or anything like that. Actually the Justice League is paying for all of this, 'cause we were all talking about the best place for you to live and Superman asked if maybe I could take care of you, and I had to tell him I couldn't 'cause I didn't actually have anything to take care of you with, but Batman said the League could set up a stipend to pay for stuff and help me get a place and all that if I wanted to do it, sooooo . . ." 

". . . Superman asked you to take care of me?" Superboy asks hesitantly, shifting in his bean bag and finally glancing back to him again. 

"Yeah," Billy confirms with a nod, a little relieved that Superboy’s looking at him again. Well–close to him, anyway. He’s not quite making eye contact, but that’s fine. "Well, him and Batman. Because my powers are kinda close to yours so I can help you train and stuff, but also Kryptonians are vulnerable to magic so if you've got any mind control triggers in your head that we missed I should be able to stop you without having to hurt you. Like I could restrain you until we could help you or until you could snap out of it on your own, I mean." 

"Oh," Superboy says, blinking slowly. "I just figured somebody had some kryptonite somewhere in case something like that happened." 

"No," Billy says, frowning at the thought. Geez, what kind of an awful dad would he be if he did that? He's seen what kryptonite does to Superman and it totally sucks. "Kryptonite hurts. I'm not gonna let anybody use kryptonite on you. Er–well, probably eventually a bad guy will when you're on a mission, that's kind of how those go, but we're definitely not gonna keep any here.” 

"Why not?" Superboy asks, frowning back at him. "It's more efficient than actually fighting me. And I might injure you if I'm like that." 

"Yeah," Billy says. "But also somebody bad could use it against you if they ever broke in and found it. And this is, um–well. This is your home now, so I don't think there should be things that could hurt you in it anyway." 

Superboy stares blankly at him again. Billy tries not to fidget. 

"There were lots of things that could hurt me in Cadmus," Superboy says, his face staying very, very blank in a way that Billy immediately hates. 

"Well, this isn't Cadmus," Billy says firmly, trying to look as sincere and trustworthy and dad-ly as he knows how to. He had a really, really great dad. He can pay that forward. Superboy deserves a great dad too. "I'm taking care of you now, and I don't want kryptonite or anything like it around you. Ever." 

Superboy stares at him. His expression is really complicated-looking and Billy doesn't understand it, so he just keeps trying to look as dad-ly as possible. Hopefully that'll help, or at least won't hurt. 

". . . what about your family, though?" Superboy asks after a long moment, flicking his eyes away uncomfortably. Billy really hopes he's doing this right. "Or do you, uh, not have one of those either?" 

"Um," Billy says. "Well, I have the worst uncle in the world who I really hope is rotting in prison somewhere by now, but otherwise it's just you."

"What?" Superboy frowns again, looking confused. "What's just me?" 

"Uh . . . my family?" Billy replies, a little embarrassed. He hasn't actually had any family that he could still want to be around in . . . well, a really long time now, so it feels sort of weird to say it, but it is true. Dubiously-legally true, given all the fake paperwork Batman’s been putting together, but still true. 

Superboy gives him the blank stare yet again. Billy feels like a moron, but–well, he's not gonna take it back. Even if Superboy thinks he's presuming too much too quick or something, which admittedly he kinda is, Billy also can't imagine how awful it'd be hearing someone call you their family and then say they weren't really or hadn't actually meant it or just . . . whatever. 

Superboy might not even care if he did, but . . . 

Well. Billy would care. So he's not gonna.

Ever.

[goggles-mcgee]

Haunted Blessings

This is a ml x dc x dp idea!

Marinette had been fighting an akuma when it happened. It was this little girl named Charlotte who got akumatized because her parents had been ignoring her requests. A friend and party-goer who was at her birthday party explained that 'Lottie' was sad because her parents were too busy to hang out with her and when her special day came, they ignored her wishes. She had wanted a princess themed party with a hired Fairy Godmother that she had seen posters of. Charlotte had apparently taken several of the flyers to put around her house so her parents wouldn't forget what she wanted. They had said they would hire the Fairy Godmother, but the day of the party came, and instead of a Fairy Godmother, Charlotte got a clown...and not a good one either. The clown who was currently stuck in a cage looked like someone bought a cheap clown costume and thought that was that. He didn't even have makeup on.

Charlotte got so upset, and when she had asked her parents why the Fairy Godmother wasn't there, her parents had sheepishly apologized and said the Fairy Godmother was too busy to come to the party. Arnie, Lottie's best friend, said that was a lie because he heard her mom talking to his about how they forgot to hire the Fairy Godmother, and the clown was all they could get last minute. Thus, Charlotte became her own Fairy Godmother. That was her akuma name and theme.

She granted 'wishes', but it was really what she thought people needed. If she hit you with her pixie dust, she could see your wants and needs, apparently. Her parents wanted, no needed, to be by her side and dote on her. That's why they became a king and queen who followed her everywhere. Marinette had been doing her best not to get hit, but Chat hadn't listened to her small plan to distract the akuma while she went back to her house to get some Miraculi that could help and instead he had nearly got them both hit.

Marinette was tired. She had just wanted to hang out with Luka for the day and just have a nice lazy day where she did nothing but lay on the closest surface and lazily existed while Luka played his guitar. But nooooooooo. So there she was trying to escape so she could go grab Vipe-ard (Luka with a new look and name), Honeycomb (Bee! Aurore), and Mossflower ( Mouse! Mireille). They needed help, bad, and her intuition had been screaming that they needed the help of the Snake, Bee, and Mouse. She thought Chat had been covering her, but he got wacked. Who knows how far and all Marinette could do was stare in disbelief and horror as she got hit but the pixie dust.

The akuma cheered but then got quiet and just looked at her for a very long time. Hawkmoth seemed to be trying to talk to Fairy Godmother, but she ignored him. The akuma flew down to her, her eyes filled with tears and said, "You've done so much for us. You're hurting yourself to protect us, and I...I made it worse. I know what you need so I'll help! I'm a good helper!"

Marinette tried to argue or anything, but she was stuck frozen by the power of the pixie dust. She could hear Chat yelling her name before she felt magic gathering at her feet. Before she fell through the now open portal she heard Fairy Godmother one more time.

"You need a break. And help! I'm sending you on a vacation!"

The next thing she knew, she was landing on a roof hard.

♡___♡___♡___♡

Danny would like to state for the record that as much as people liked to think, he knew what he was doing. The fact of the matter was he didn't. I mean, sure, sometimes he did actually know, but when it came to his ghostly powers, everyone and he included were in the dark. There were so many that developed and grew and evolved. Jazz ended up making him a detailed coded list. Now, for the most part, he knew how to use his powers and control them, but some were just so new ans he was just so busy that his newer powers took him by surprise when they acted up.

Case in point being right now. As he was fighting with Walker in the zone because of some shenanigans, he had zoned out when Walker had monologued. Danny had just been trying to free the wrongly imprisoned Infinite Beings from Walker's prison, and apparently, that was a crime, so here he was fighting when he should have been studying again. At some point, Ellie had arrived, and as much as he loved her, because he loved her so much, his Fraid instincts tended to take over if she was near a fight. He needed to protect his little sister-daughter-cousin.

It was a common thing, according to Frostbite. Danny, being the older of the Fraidmates, meant his protective instincts went a little wild when anyone he considered Fraid was in danger or something he perceived to be danger. But since he was a baby ghost still (lame), his instincts weren't easy to work around and talk sense into so he would become one-track minded.

So, really, it wasn't his fault! It was his dumb baby instincts that caused his portal powers to kick in and open a random portal to who knows where and fly like a bat out of hell to get Ellie and himself away from the danger. His portal spit them out thankfully somewhere loaded with ambient ecto, but they hit a roof hard. Not enough to break through, but enough to hurt a little. Both Halfa's groaned in unison, but it was a third groan that made them freeze.

Whilst he still had a hold on Ellie, as she was not fond of his Baby Instincts kicking in, really disliked how clingy he got. She was fine with his usual hugs. She even ought them out sometimes. But his instincts triggered her own set of Baby Instincts, and she hated it. But there was a little window of time where she would just accept it because of her Instincts and wouldn't just kick herself away, so with that in mind, Danny pulled them into a sitting position to look at presumably the only other person on the roof with them.

It was a girl! Probably around his age! She kind of gave off Liminal vibes, but like really really Baby vibes. Like newborn Liminal vibes.

Aaaaaaand his core and instincts have decided she was his responsibility because the next thing he knew, she joined in the cuddle pile courtesy of his levitation.

Great. Just great!

....Why was she dressed like a giant Ladybug?

♡___♡___♡___♡

Maybe the world was laughing at him, but Bruce had been having a relatively quiet night patrol wise. It was just him and Dick tonight, and that always left him in a somewhat nostalgic daze. He was still aware, he was always aware, but it was like his mind had been giving him a break. Most of his kids weren't going to be in the Manor for a while, missions, school trips, or just little forced vacations had them away for a time. So, while the night had been nostalgic, it had also been a touch lonely. Dick had a way of filling up any space he was in but his eldest son could only fill so much.

Bruce loved the chaos that had become his home and life because of his children. Not having them there left him feeling wrong-footed. He missed them.

Maybe it was how he wished to himself that they were home, if only to help make it still feel like home.

Maybe it was the way the carefully patrolled Crime Alley since Jason was on a forced vacation/road trip with Roy, Arsenal and Bizarro.

Maybe it was the way doing so had him reliving his meeting with his brilliant yet jaded second son.

Whatever it was, Bruce and Dick had seen two separate portals open on top of an abandoned apartment complex that was going to be condemned and rebuilt per Red Hood's plans and orders.

There was no hesitation between him and Dick as they both grappled onto the roof. Whatever danger they had been expecting, it wasn't three teens huddled together near the locked door of the roof. All three looked at the two local vigilantes in surprise and open fear. They looked to be in rough shape, and two were 98% metas. The 2% went out to whatever other possibility they could be.

The boy hissed at them and somehow wrapped his arms tighter around the two girls.

Bruce could hear Dick trying not to giggle which made him sigh.

Really...only in Gotham huh?

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Hi can I request a nia nal (supergirl) being supportive of her non binary sibling please?

Respect and Acceptance

|| Nia Nal x nonbinary!platonic!sibling!reader

|| Warnings; transphobia, nia standing up for reader, short drabble

|| Summary; Nia was at work when she overheard some co workers talking about reader in... not so great ways. She takes matters into her own hands.

Requests open!

Started; september 24th

Finished; september 25th

~~~

Nia had been at work, sitting at her desk as she checked her phone. She was expecting you in a few minutes and was seeing if you had given her any updates; you were stopping by to drop her lunch off she'd forgotten. Which you didn't mind doing, plus it gave you an excuse to see your overly busy sister.

"Hey! Did you guys hear?" A co worker near by was talking to a group of his work friends, snickering as they glanced in Nia's direction. She was used to it, figuring they were talking about her. Until she caught the next bit," Nal's got a nonbinary sibling. The hell does that even mean?"

Nia stood. She wasn't going to listen to anymore of this, especially since you'd be here any minute. What if you heard them? You were so freshly out that you didn't know how to handle all the comments. The last thing she wanted was for you to get hurt. Actually scratch that, it wasn't even on her list of things she wanted period. Let alone last.

"Hey!" She called as she walked over to the group, arms folded," it means they don't identify with any binary gender. That's perfectly okay. They're allowed to be and feel how they want and it shouldn't matter to you."

The guy laughed and nudged his buddies, pointing at Nia," what? Think you're Supergirl or something? What are you gonna do?"

Nia took a breath. It would be no use starting a fight against these guys, no matter how much she wanted to. She wanted nothing more than to show them just how wrong they were. Nia was about to say a response when she was interrupted.

"What we're saying is, it isn't normal." Another co worker mentioned, the guy nodded in agreement.

"Normal is subjective. If anything, what isn't normal is fully grown adults trying to belittle someone they don't even know! And because of what? Gender identity? Y/N deserves respect and acceptance just like everyone else. It isn't yours or anyone else's place to judge that. So keep their name out of your mouth before I file an office complaint." Nia kept her tone firm, raised just a little but not yelling. Yelling doesn't get points across and she understood that, no matter how much she wanted to just yell.

"Okay... geez." The guy raised his hands in innocence, Nia sighed in relief but kept her guard up.

"That's the only warning you get." She went back to her desk while the guys exchanged silent glances.

By the time you arrived, you found Nia with her head in her hands. Making you frown as you walked over, placing a gentle hand to her shoulder.

"Nia? You okay?" You set her lunch down on her desk as she looked at you, clearly something had upset her. You could just tell, her eyes showed it even if she tried to hide it.

"I'm... okay. Thank you, for the lunch. I was in such a rush this morning that I just forgot it. Clearly it was a sign my day would suck," She muttered.

You gave her shoulder a small squeeze.

"Wanna hang out after work and talk about it? Or just hang out after work and forget about it, whatever you wanna do." You offered.

"That... would actually be really appreciated, thank you, Y/N." Nia gave you a small smile and you smiled back.

Happy you could help your sister even a little, she was always there for you. It's only fair you do the same for her.

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Okay since I'm apparently not getting anything done today and I finally named the Tremaine girlies, have some Evie & Tremaines & Charmings drama for Soulmark AU.

Okay so. Evil Queen should have a power to fake soulmarks via magic alchemy or what. Y'know, as a little treat.

Since Ursula got the ability to see souls (for drama purposes), it is only fair EQ can have some fun too.

Also I gotta figure out some soulfuckery for the Faciliers too.

Anyway. She passed this knowledge on to her daughter. Banishment does that to you, yeah? She was bored. Also, Evie is her heiress, not her husband's daughter.

Banishment - Evie spent ten years with only her mother. Now she's entering the Isle society with zero knowledge of the Drama (tm) and in dire need of an alliance.

And, you know. A soulmark would make for a neat alliance. It's like marriage alliance but on crack. And she has a very convenient means to fake it as she wishes.

She goes for Anthony Tremaine, the reasons being "reasonably pretty, rich for Isle standards, runs a neutral territory"

Now, Anthony already has two soulmarks. However, Evie doesn't know that.

She learns this by Anthony going "Again?" And his cousins teasing him about getting a harem and whatanot.

... this scene also includes Anthony and Dulcia having to explain what "foreplay" is to the younger ones. For closely unspecified reasons.

„Wait, have Harriet and Ginny stopped trying to kill one another? I though it was like foreplay or something.“ „Not really, they have not.“ „So it IS like foreplay?“

Evie reacts to this by saying „Okay I'm not doing that, I faked the mark, I'm gonna give you the tincture to make it go away tomorow.“

The Tremaine girlies want the tincture to fake soulmarks.

Anthony desperately does NOT want them to get it.

Unfortunately he does NOT get a say as Evie still wants the alliance. So she gives them the potion-thingy. (You spread it on your skin and if you touch other person's skin, it'll react and leave a mark that looks like a soulmark.)

Evie is now basically adopted by the Tremaine girls. It's adorable.

(it's not. It's terrifying)

And when she gets to Auradon, well, let's just say. This girl has a type.

The type being "Rich, influential, and owns a lot of mirrors".

So yes, she immediately goes for Chad Charming.

Now, I cannot emphasise this enough, they're SO bad for eachother and for everyone around.

Chad thinks he's using her and meanwhile she's looking at him with poorly concealed murder in her eyes. She thinks she should have added "can carry out a semblance of inteligent conversation" to her list.

The Tremaine girls support her anyway, they think it's funny.

And NO Evie will not be dumping him. She's Evil Queen's daughter. She can save actual feeling for extramarital affairs and not get caught, please and thank you. Or maybe just kill him once ut won't be too suspicious.

In fact, Anthony has a bet going on when the murder is gonna occur. He didn't tell that his sisters and cousins, though the reaction of the older ones would be along the lines of "Well good for her" and "Girl power" and "Slay, queen." (You see, they younger ones would be upset.)

[skyeeuphixia]

𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 // 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎

lip gallagher x northside OC (Daisy) summary: in which lip could never see himself falling for a girl from the northside 

part one of ?

▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯

warnings: swearing, smoking word count: 3098

▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯

Lip had no idea why a girl from the northside attended a shitty public school in the southside. And quite frankly, he couldn't care less. He had enough shit going on in his life, he didn't need to add thinking about some entitled priss onto that list.  She smiled constantly, and never seemed to get upset or let the intimidating southside area scare her. She was a privileged girl, anyone would assume so, and for that reason, Lip decided that he didn't like her. 

After all, "All northsiders are the same"

Lip had gone freshman and sophomore year without interacting with the girl once and so far, in junior year, he had maintained it. It wasn't like he was actively trying to ignore her. But he wasn't exactly displeased their paths had never met. All he knew of the girl was that she was from the northside and her name. Daisy. 

And he planned to keep it that way. Lip didn't care for people, his friends at school consisted of his brother Ian and Mandy Milkovich. He was too good for all the other incompetent assholes in their school, so not knowing the northside priss didn't drastically affect him and his day. 

That was until his plan got screwed over. 

⋆ ★

It wasn't a secret that Ian and Lip shared everything with each other, but there was one thing Ian didn't feel the need to mention. He and Daisy were friends. They don't know how it happened, but they were both late to their respective classes and had, quite literally, bumped into each other in the hall, which somehow resulted in a friendship. 

However, although they had been friends for quite some time now, Ian didn't actually know that much about her, she was quite a private person. 

Ian, Mandy and Lip were doing what they usually did at lunch, smoking in the boy's bathroom, laughing and spending the 30 minutes of learning free time they get together by chatting and not taking life seriously. 

"Hey Lip, do you think you could do me a favour?" Ian asks, after the laughter that occurred after a joke that Lip had cracked died down. 

"Depends what it is," The older boy replies, taking a long drag from his joint. 

"I have this friend in your year, she needs help with chemistry,"

"What does she need?"

"An A, she's got a C at the moment."

"Who is it?"

"Daisy Bennett," Ian replied almost hesitantly, he wasn't ignorant to the rumours and opinions people held of his friend, and he didn't know Mandy's or Lip's view on the girl, all he had heard was Mandy mention she liked the girl's pristine black combat boots, Mandy's being a size too small and covered in scuffs and mud. 

"Wait, Little Miss Priss? Why would you be friends with her?"

"Did she bribe you with her daddy's money?" Mandy piped in, smirking at the younger boy.

"No," Ian snapped back at them, "We just bumped into each other once and, I don't know we clicked, listen she's a nice girl and she needs some help with something, if you don't do it for her do it for me,"

Lip looked at his younger brother for a few moments, Ian never had that many friends, he got on with people, but he wouldn't call anyone, other than Lip and Mandy, his friends, so who knew what was so special about this girl. He was protective of his brother, and part of him just wanted to meet her so that he could make sure she wasn't going to hurt him. 

"Fine whatever, tell her to be at ours at 6, also whatever I normally charge, she pays double,"

"What why?" 

"She's from the northside Ian! I'm sure she could spare a few bucks to give to some southside lowlifes!"

Once Lip finishes speaking, the dull sound of the bell goes off, evident in its sound that it hasn't been fixed in years. The trio are quick to dispose of the evidence of them smoking before gathering their stuff and making their way out the bathroom, Ian helping Mandy down from the window still she was sitting on. Lip looked towards his brother one last time as he and Mandy walked away from the bathroom towards their respective classrooms, one thought on his mind.

What the hell am I getting myself into?

⋆ ★

After a long and gruelling day, where the same old boring teachers, taught the same boring shit for yet another year, it was nearly time for Daisy to be at the Gallaghers. One thing that Daisy's dad was keen to get into her at a young age was being punctual, she regularly arrived early for things, and was never more than 3 minutes late. So here she was, walking up the steps to the Gallagher steps at 5:59. 

Daisy was nervous about this study session, not just because she would be tutored by someone she had never met before, she had seen Lip around, but never actually spoken to him, she was also nervous because she had been told stories by Ian about his family and how crazy they can be. She both knew exactly and had no idea what to expect. 

She hesitated a moment before knocking on the door, rocking back and forth on her heels slightly, holding her laptop, textbook and notebook close to her chest.  

A few moments later, the door swings open, revealing a young, redheaded girl, who looked up at the older girl curiously. 

This must be Debbie

"Who are you?" She asked, looking at the girl almost matching the older girl's stance.

"Uh hey, I'm Daisy," Daisy replies, smiling at the shorter girl, "Is Lip in?"

"Yeah, why?" 

"Oh, he's helping me study," 

"Debbie who's at the door?" An older voice asks, coming up and standing behind the young Gallagher, this woman was a lot taller than her younger sister, she had on a grey striped top and had long brown hair that looked somewhere between half brushed and neatly put together. 

Fiona

"Who are you?" Fiona asked, her tone changing slightly, looking Daisy up and down taking in her appearance. Daisy clearly stuck out like a sore thumb in this neighbourhood, her clothes were neat and put together, with a preppy, private school uniform feel around them. Daisy could tell that Fiona was judging her, she really wanted to be wanted by the Gallaghers, especially the matriarch Fiona, because without her approval, she'd never be allowed near her friend Ian again.

"Hey, I'm Daisy,  Lip's helping me with Chemistry." 

"You're Ian's friend right?" Fiona said suspiciously, having heard the name Daisy thrown around by Ian occasionally, not remember much from what she heard, only that she was from the northside, but Fiona could guess that already. 

"Yeah, I am, is he in?" Daisy answered, watching as Fiona gently pushed Debbie back into the house.

"No, he's at ROTC, so you're close huh?" 

"Well- I guess, we don't have any classes together and he spends a lot of time with Lip and, oh what's her name," Dasiy takes a few seconds to think, "ah! Mandy Milkovich, but we do homework together in the library after school sometimes." 

"Too good for Lip and Mandy then?" Fiona accused, she wasn't intentionally trying to make the girl uncomfortable, but she, like most Southsiders, didn't take kindly to northsiders showing up around their area, to anyone else, a northsider befriending a Southsider might be considered 'Charity work', and if this preppy priss thought that Ian was going to be charity work, she had another thing coming. 

"Oh no, not at all, they actually seem pretty cool, I just assume I won't be welcome, people at school tend to not want me around," Daisy answered honestly, not even letting her smile falter.

At that moment, Fiona felt bad for the girl in front of her, in their short interaction, she seemed nice enough, Fiona had nothing to judge her for other than she was from the northside, and that wasn't a lot to go off of. But clearly, the others at school believed that was reason enough to completely isolate the girl. 

"Ok, ok," Fiona muttered, turning her body so she was facing the inside of the house, "Lip! Your friend's here to study!" She yelled into the house, surely making everyone in the house jump.  

After a few moments pass, the two girls hear the sound of heavy footsteps trudging down the stairs and towards them. Lip rounded the corner towards them, not looking particularly impressed, muttering something along the lines of 'she's not my friend' to Fiona. 

He inhaled slightly before acknowledging Daisy, "Hey, come on in." He sighs, not even giving her a moment to reply before making his way into the house ahead of her as if he was trying to get away from her and get her off his tail as quickly as possible.

Fiona stepped aside, allowing Daisy to step out from the cold Chicago air to the slightly less cold Gallagher house, clearly, the heating was either broken or they had it down really low because of the bills. 

Daisy quickly followed after Lip, who was already halfway up the stairs, not having time to acknowledge the others who were sitting on the living room couch. Daisy just managed to slip into the boy's bedroom after Lip, which was lucky on her part, because if she hadn't caught up as quickly as she did, Lip probably would have slammed the door in her face. 

Lip knocked a few stuff off his desk, making room for the two of them as Daisy stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, still hugging her stuff close to her body, as she took in her surrounding. Their room wasn't small by any means, if one kid was living in it, then this room would actually be quite big, the thing is by the number of beds, there were clearly three people living in this room, who Daisy assumed was Lip, Ian and their little brother Carl, giving off the illusion that the room was much smaller than it actually was. 

The room was messy as well, all the blankets were randomly bunched up on the beds, clothes were on the floor, and random papers were all over the desk under the cabin bed (which Dasiy assumed must be Lips due to the assortment of space posters and the generally 'smart kid' vibe said corner of the room gave off) but Lip was just carelessly shoving them into the already full drawer at the side of the desk. 

There was another thing that Daisy's dad had drilled into her at a young age, neatness, especially if there was a guest, even if the guest wasn't even going to see her room! It still had to be spotless with not even a hair band on the floor. She had also been told how to be a polite guest and a polite host, but all it had really taught her was she was supposed to respect others as a given, whereas any respect for her had to be earned. 

"Yo, just gonna stand there forever or do you actually wanna get shit done?" Lip asks, breaking Daisy's train of thought, making her realize that he was now sitting down at a 'clean' desk, staring at her expectantly. 

"Yeah, sorry," she apologised, taking a seat next to him and putting her stuff down in a neat pile on the desk.

Lip grabs her notebook and starts flicking through it, Daisy honestly couldn't tell if he was even paying attention to anything in there, "So what's the quiz on?"

"Uh Section C of the textbook," 

"When's the quiz?"

"Two days"

"What don't you get?" Lip asks boredly, now flicking through her textbook to section C, seeing what he considered pretty easy content. 

"Um, any of it?" Daisy says hesitantly, scratching the back of her neck slightly, dropping her gaze to the textbook when she notices the unimpressed look on Lip's face. 

"Seriously? This shit is so simple!" Lip almost laughed.

"Yeah well not all subjects come naturally, I'm sure I can get there if maybe it was explained a different way, but Mr Gilbert refuses to explain it any other way because 'if you can't do it my way, maybe you're just destined to fail'," Daisy defends. She wasn't a dumb student at all, she excelled in subjects like English Literature and History. But there were some subjects like maths and science that she just couldn't do naturally and needed extra help with, luckily her maths teacher offered that, Mr Gilbert, however, did not.

"Whatever let's just go from the beginning and work our way through." Lip sighs, picking up two pens, handing one to her, before reading out the first paragraph of the textbook. 

⋆ ★

The two sixteen-year-olds had been studying for about an hour, Lip giving Daisy a few practice questions and using the time to get his old, tattered maths textbook out to do some work himself. Turns out, doing work with someone else in the room, who was also focused was actually a good study method. 

"So," Lip said, deciding to spark a conversation with the other, his curiosity getting the better of him, "Daddy couldn't hire you your own private chemistry teacher?"

Daisy huffed in slight amusement, tapping her pen against her notebook as she tried to both focus on a conversation and figure out a particularly hard question that Lip had written, "Nope, he doesn't even know I'm failing,"

"Last time I check a C wasn't a fail, for someone who isn't good at chemistry naturally, it's decent" 

"Not good enough for him," Daisy sighed, "Anything below an A is a failure in his eyes," 

"Shitty dad huh?" Lip asks, finally looking over at her.

"I guess yeah, he just wants me to do well" She replied shortly not giving Lip much more to go off of. Lip was normally good at reading people, but Daisy was difficult. He could now tell that her politeness was genuine, which surprised him, and also that she wasn't just using this study session as a way to sleep with him. This also surprised him, because he had had offers from other girls to study who would happen to have 'left their wallet at home' but repay him with a hummer.  Daisy wanted to study, despite clearly not enjoying the subject.

"How come you go to a shitty southside school then?" Lip asks after a few moments. 

"Well my dad wanted me to go to some private school somewhere, didn't matter where he just wanted me to get the highest quality education, my grandma didn't want me too far away though, so she wanted me to go to a school in walking distance to her house, our school was the only one that was a 10-minute walk," Daisy answered. 

"Your grandma lives in the southside?"

"For someone who doesn't like northside people, you seem to ask a lot of questions," Daisy says, looking up and smiling, finding herself looking right into his eyes. They were very pretty, she couldn't deny that.  She wouldn't deny that "It's getting late, I should go." She sighed gathering her stuff.

"Yeah, uhh, tell me how the test goes." Lip says, standing up and walking out of the room with her, unintentionally walking her to the door.

"Oh, so you care how I do?" Daisy teased, smiling at him with a smile that made a strange feeling happen in Lip's chest, one he didn't quite understand. 

"I care, that my tutoring works, I could use the ego boost," Lip smirks. 

"Ahh of course." Daisy shakes her head, reaching the door with him, "Oh um here!" She says, reaching into the pocket of her jacket, and pulling out a fifty-dollar bill.

"Oh no it's fine," Lip brushes off without even thinking about it, "I only charge thirty anyway, that's way too much"

"I know, Ian told me you'd charge me extra, wasn't expecting you to deny the money though, but I'm serious take it,"

"Listen maybe I'd take the thirty but fifty is too much." 

Daisy rolled her eyes, and forced the note into his hand, "Thirty for the help, and twenty for a new maths textbook, yours looks like it will fall apart any moment," Daisy smiles, before rushing out of the house. Leaving Lip no room to argue.

⋆ ★

Lip didn't know when in the day Daisy's test was, but it was now lunch and he was yet to see her, not that he wanted to. He just wanted to know if he wasted an hour of his evening for nothing or not. 

He, Ian and Mandy were walking to their last classes of the day, all of their classes being in the same general direction, when Daisy appears from nowhere, tackling Lip into a giant bear hug, winding him for a split second. Ian and Mandy look at the pair wide-eyed, the girl's strange act also getting the attention of a few passing students. 

In complete shock, Lip didn't have the time to process what she was doing before she spoke, "You are amazing!" She celebrates, pulling away from and smiling brightly at Lip as he desperately tries to ignore the pounding in his chest. 

"I'm assuming this means you got a good score?" Lip asks, the trace of a smile on his face, trying not to give the wrong impression to Mandy and Ian, who were watching the interaction almost eagerly.

"I got a 91/100! Just scraped it! Honestly, Lip thank you so much!" Daisy said breathlessly, her bright smile refusing to leave her face. 

"Yeah uh, no problem," Lip chuckled slightly, the dull tone of the bell going off, indicating that class was about to start, "Um, I'll see you around?"

"Yeah, definitely," Daisy blushes, offering Lip one last thank you before turning away and walking towards her class, a slight bounce in her step.

Lip was so in his own thoughts, that he didn't notice he was watching fondly after her, thinking about the strange girl that, he had to admit, piqued his interest. 

"She's not too bad huh?" Ian smirked at his brother, breaking the older boy from his thoughts.

"Shut up," Lip scoffed, punching his brother as the trio started to walk to their classes again, not answering Ian out loud, but he couldn't even deny his own thoughts anymore; 

Not bad at all Ian, she really is something... something good

⋆ ★ (fin)

[misc-obeyme]

THE THREADS THAT BIND

CHAPTER SIX

MASTERPOST for summary/info/chapter list

a/n: Just MC and Barbatos being precious with a tiny bit of uncertainty in the second part.

GN!MC x Barbatos | word count 1,271

Warnings: MC's sleep is disturbed, but otherwise none.

Barbatos stared at the dark ceiling of the guest room beside yours. He should be asleep, but he couldn't stop thinking about the way you would likely be traversing his memories again tonight. He couldn't stop thinking about the way he couldn't fix this problem. He couldn't stop thinking about the way things felt like they were entirely out of his control.

He had considered going to the human world to confront the sorcerer himself. But there were multiple things preventing him from doing so.

The first was you. If he went to the human world now, you would have to come with him and he didn't like the idea of putting you in further danger. The second was that he didn't know where the sorcerer named Tobias was. Barbatos hadn't been able to locate him. Perhaps Solomon would have better luck.

Barbatos had not bothered to deal with the sorcerer in a more final way before because he seemed a minor inconvenience at most. It had been happening for some time and Barbatos always took care of it without issue. But now… now you were involved.

All of these things were running through Barbatos's head when he sensed you creeping into his memories as you slept.

Barbatos got out of bed, adjusting his dark green pajamas as he did so, and poked his head through your door. You were sleeping soundly, seemingly undisturbed as you dreamed.

Barbatos came into the room and sat on the edge of your bed, watching you as your expression changed from serene to upset.

He knew you were moving through his mind, he could feel your consciousness creeping around. The single thread in his chest seemed to vibrate with your presence.

He reached out and brushed your hair away from your face, leaving his hand on your cheek.

"Hush now, MC," he whispered to you in the dark. "Come back now. There is nothing there that you need to see. Come back."

The tingling in his chest subsided. He felt you retreat from his mind. He didn't think that would actually work, but…

You shifted in the bed and opened your eyes, looking up at him. The room was dark, but he could still see you. He felt your cheek warm as a soft blush bloomed there.

"You're always taking care of me, aren't you?" you said, your voice thick with sleep.

Barbatos smiled at you. "I have felt you wandering in my mind at night, MC. I am sorry I did not call you back before. I did not think it would work."

You reached up and placed your fingertips on the hand that still rested on your cheek. "I should have told you. I didn't mean to see…"

"I know," Barbatos said. "It's all right. Please go back to sleep now."

"But what if I…?"

"I don't believe you will return to my mind," Barbatos said. "But if you like, I will stay by your side until you've fallen asleep again, just to be sure."

Barbatos watched as you seemed to debate with yourself for a moment before finally nodding a little. He put his hands in his lap as you rearranged yourself comfortably in the bed. Your eyes drifted closed quickly and Barbatos knew you were still quite tired. He could feel the slight touch of your leg against his, the blankets in between you.

When you were sleeping again, Barbatos went back to his own room where he continued to deal with his own racing thoughts.

-

The next morning, you only vaguely remembered that Barbatos had helped redirect you from your strange dreams in the night. You were still drowsy when you had woken up and the brief conversation you'd had with him was fuzzy.

It was the weekend and you didn't need to be at school, so you found yourself sitting with a stack of books in the castle, reading through them in an attempt to find anything about the curse. You were unsuccessful.

Eventually, Barbatos asked you to come with him to the kitchen where the two of you made tea. He gave you a plate of pastries and carried the tea tray himself, bringing you out into the castle garden.

You sat there, sipping at your tea, watching Barbatos.

He smiled at you. "Is there something on your mind?"

You put down your tea, your hands still cupped around it. "About last night…"

Barbatos frowned. "I'm sorry, MC. I should have tried sooner to prevent your mind from wandering."

"I've… seen some things, you know," you said.

Barbatos closed his eyes. "I am aware, yes."

"Do you know what I've seen?" you asked.

Barbatos shook his head. "Only that you often wander into the past, though you have occasionally seen the future."

"Not since that first night," you said. "Barbatos, can I… ask you a personal question?"

Barbatos opened his eyes again. "You may ask me anything you like."

"I know you don't really look into the future anymore," you said, eyes on the teacup in your hands. "But when you did, you must have seen certain people who would be in your life. People who would mean something to you. Do you wait for them? Do you know them when you see them for the first time in the present?"

"Are you asking me if I've ever seen you in my future?" Barbatos asked gently.

You blushed immediately, the heat spreading down your neck. "No! No, it's just that I saw…"

Barbatos watched you. "You saw…?"

You closed your eyes, trying to fight down the blush, but failing. "I saw you and Solomon in a field of flowers. I heard someone calling to you, but I couldn't see who they were. And you said…"

"It seems my love has found us."

Your eyes flew open as he said the words at the exact same time that you did.

Barbatos chuckled at your astonished expression. "You saw a memory I had of looking into my own future."

"I'm sorry," you said. "I can't control it."

"I don't blame you for what is happening, MC," Barbatos said. "In the past, I would often traverse through time. That moment you saw was from long ago, though it is something that has yet to happen. Time is complicated. There are many branches, many alternatives. I believe I am on the path that will lead to that moment in the future. Will I know that person when I meet them in the present? I don't know. I can't know. Not for certain."

You nodded. The way he spoke about it made you think he was being kind to you. And it seemed clear enough to you that Barbatos had not yet met this person that he would love. Since he seemed to think it would still happen, how could he not wait for them? How could he possibly let himself feel anything for anyone else without guilt?

Why did you care so much?

You frowned and told him about the other future you had seen, the one with the all consuming darkness.

Barbatos frowned. "I have no memory of such a thing."

You stared at him for a moment. "What? But I thought I was seeing the future? A future you had already seen?"

"I thought the same, but perhaps that part was simply a nightmare?" Barbatos suggested.

You thought about it. You supposed it was possible. It made sense. You didn't normally see two different things in one night like that. Perhaps your mind was just reacting to seeing anything at all.

"Maybe," you agreed.

You hoped he was right.

masterpost | chapter one

chapter five | chapter seven

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[fairly-linked]

Rest (Time x Overworked!Reader)

@trippygalaxy someone very close to you (a certain internet older sibling 😊😊😊) actually requested a Time piece for you a while ago, so congrats-- this one's all yours. Love you Trippy, you're a sweet lil bean 💖💖💖💖)

Tired. Tired, tired, tired. That's only word that's flooded your mind lately.

You're exhausted and everyone can tell. Drama with family at home being written to you in letters so many that even Wind has noticed the postman dropping by at least once every few days. On top of all the constant battles and bickering between the boys, everything has left you both physically and mentally exhausted.

As the sun begins to set, Time orders the boys to set up camp for the night. When you go to help, he calls your name.

"(Y/n). Stay here, sweetheart, I need to talk to you."

You sigh, going through the list of things in your head that you could've done wrong. He sounds stern, but not necessarily angry... You're not sure. You've always had a hard time reading people anyway. As you watch the boys split up, you step closer to the Old Man.

"Yes?"

He sighs, bending down a little to meet your eyes. Slowly, he brushes a bit of your hair out of your face with a gentleness you didn't know he possessed as his one good eye gazes deeply into your own, much like a father would. He sighs again, speaking softly.

"(Y/n), what's going on, darling? You look so tired... What's been going on with all these letters you've been getting? It's unusual."

You sigh, shaking your head.

"It's... family drama, they say they want me home and it's all bullshit..." you grumble while crossing your arms.

Time raises his eyebrows. He was unaware you had such issues at home, and to hear you speak of them in such a disgruntled way is... out of character for you, he thinks. You're such a ray of sunshine to the group that he would have never guessed your home life was rough...

His hand moves to your shoulder.

"...I see. I won't press you further if you don't wish to talk, but please, at least come to me if you're feeling upset. I will do my best to help."

You sigh, nodding.

"Thanks..."

He stares at you for another moment, noticing the bags under your eyes. With this knowledge, he knows you need a bit more than a good night's sleep...

He decides he'll get you to an inn as soon as possible. For tonight, however...

"You're relieved of any duties for tonight. Your only order is to rest."

You look up at him, eyes a bit wide. He smiles a little in return, nodding to answer your unasked question of 'Really?'

You yawn.

"Thank you..."

He nods once again, patting your shoulder as he stands back upright. "Get some rest, (y/n)."

"Um, can I...?"

Your voice catches him off guard. He looks back down at you with his good eye.

"What is it, darling? Speak."

"Um..." You shake your head, a bit nervous about asking. "Could I just... sit with you for a bit? We don't have to talk or anything..."

Time smiles. He's always known you to be a bit shy and quiet; you opened up once you got more comfortable around them all, but you still have your moments. He nods, waving you over to a nearby tree and sitting under it.

You take a seat next to him a bit awkwardly. He senses your nervousness and smiles a bit more, gently pulling you into him. You're a bit surprised at first that he'd taken the initiative to do such a thing-- but you're definitely not complaining. You shift, getting more comfortable against him.

After a few minutes, you're out like a light. The Old Man can't help but chuckle as he strokes your hair.

"Get some rest, (y/n)..."

...And right before you drift off, you could've sworn you felt his lips on your hair.

[izvmimi]

cw: self-indulgent and selfship-coded. radiologist!reader (lmfao). fluff.

"ugh, do i really have to go down there?"

you bite your lip, and the radiology technician on the phone pauses, before she insists again, and when she mentions the trigger words 'patient care' and 'documentation', you start to regret the whiny tone your voice took just moments ago. this is a place of work, and you're a professional. a doctor. you shouldn't be upset by something so fundamental to your oath as actually talking to a patient, but this is the fifth time you've been called on the phone to deal with something outside of the growing list of reports waiting to be read, and frankly you're a little bit tired of it.

you sigh, but force agreeability into your tone this time.

"fine. thank you, i'll be down in a bit."

the technician thanks you for not resisting her further, and you hang up, leaning back in your chair and letting out a sigh as you rub your temples. you're tired and the night has barely begun. after drafting a CT report in the middle of a thought, you quickly let your junior know that you'll be back in a few minutes, and make your way down to the x-ray suite.

typically you don't read outpatients at this time of night, and any results you'd dictate into a radiology report would be relayed verbally by the emergency department physicians or the inpatient team instead of you, but this order had come in at a weird timing, and now you're the one who has to deal with the consequences. a few things were strange about the order, 1. that the name was hidden (although it won't be the first time your hospital has dealt with vips) and 2. that the patient themselves requested a physician see them before they got imaged. because the request was so out of the norm, you didn't fight it too much, because part of you was curious. the orders looked like they were for upper extremity films - forearm, wrist and hand. nothing too out of the ordinary.

you make it down the stairs in record time, your stride quick enough that you breathe a little heavy. the quicker you talk to them, the faster you could get out of there and back to your list without falling too far behind. once you make it to x-ray, you notice a few things are wrong.

your technician is standing outside waiting for you, and her face is the slightest shade of red.

a few other technicians who should be working in CT are also gawking through the window.

you raise an eyebrow, and she cocks her head over to the small waiting room. you look in that direction, and don't see much, save for two moving figures you can't identify in the back. when the other techs peering through the window see you coming, they look sheepish and step back as though they are trying to find something to explain why they're not working.

"what's the patient's name?" you ask the xray tech in a whisper, as you usher her to come in with you. you are about three steps from the door.

"Deku."

"Deku?" you repeat. the technician nods rapidly, and you're still confused to why she looks slightly distressed... up until you walk in.

Oh.

Deku wasn't a last name; it was a Hero name.

Deku, hero name Deku, sits in a hospital gown thrown over a frankly torn up hero costume, atop a rickety looking stool, accompanied by a man who just as recognizable as he is, hero name Dynamight, arms crossed over his chest as he leans against a wall. your eyes flit from one to the other, rapidly, and then you turn and look at the tech and she's standing quickly behind a computer, waiting for instructions. you blink a few times, as though you've forgotten how to speak or introduce yourself, then open your mouth, but patient-who-is-interrupting-your-workflow Deku beats you to it.

"hi, um, nice to meet you!"

he looks far too cheerful to be in the hospital, and he even raises his arm to wave, then winces, as it flops unnaturally in your direction.

that's the injury, all right.

Dynamight looks like he's about to hit him for a moment, then looks at you instead, you who gape like a fish in your bright pink scrubs and topknot.

"are you the doctor?"

Dynamight's voice and demeanor is as gruff as it sounds on television, and he already looks like he doesn't trust you. you're not new to resistance from patients because of the way you look (young and inexperienced), but this feels different.

you clear your throat. "yes-" you begin, and you try to introduce yourself properly with your last name, but Dynamight waves you off.

"we asked you to come down here because Glass Bones here insisted he needs to warn you about something before you read his xrays."

Deku gives you a nervous look, and tries to laugh off his hero partner's remarks, but Dynamight's stare looks straight at you, as though trying to intimidate you into submission. you've recognized hostility as a manifestation of caring over the years, so you try not to let it bother you. you nod, then look at Deku, who appears a lot less combative, and acts as though he's barely injured, despite the clear arm deformity that looks more painful than it seems to be.

"did you get pain medication before coming here?" you ask. reflexively, you move forward and take his arm, which has both heroes tense up. you look at the tech, and ask if she's sure he came straight from outpatient. he clearly needs a cast.

"do you have feeling in your forearm?" you ask. slightly overdeveloped muscles make it harder for you to feel the snap and you don't want to move him too much. when you look up, he's clearly blushing and Dynamight rolls his eyes.

"y-yeah."

you set his arm down quickly after examining him, feeling your own cheeks warm inappropriately, then look away quickly.

"why did you need the radiologist to come see you?" you ask, trying to avert your eyes from his too-pleasant green stare.

"he's fucked up his arm so many times that he usually goes to a specific hospital-"

"kacchan, do you have to speak for me-"

"- and since this was the closest place, he thought you'd deserve a warning."

you blink.

"that's... nice?' you ask. odd but nice, you think. "i assure you, i'm experienced enough that i probably wouldn't be that thrown off by atypical fractures."

you say this confidently, and then when you help the tech position Deku to get xrays, and look at the films in the suite, you and the tech both look at each other before stepping out.

"so uh... thanks for the warning." you tell him, sheepishly.

Deku smiles and you forget that you have a list piling up waiting for you.

"i don't typically do wet reads to the actual patient but you probably need that casted. i'll call the emergency department to let them know you're coming and maybe we can put in for transport for you-" you start.

Dynamight twists his mouth to the side.

"i can cast it myself. Get up, Deku," he starts, and Deku gives him a slightly miserable look that you find a little too endearing for your own liking. you wonder if they're dating.

there's a small part of you that also wonders if Dynamight could cast it, why he bothered showing up for xrays anyway.

"are you sure?"

"positive."

you raise your hands in mock defeat. "transport is still available if you'd like to go to the emergency department. i can give you a few moments to decide before documenting your refusal against medical advice." you say curtly.

"will you be there?" Deku asks and your heart stops. Dynamight gives him the most exasperated look while you gape like a fish.

"no...? i'm in the reading room..."

"oh. well, great to meet you! you have great bedside manner!" Deku says, and again, reaches with the wrong arm to shake yours. Dynamight drags him away, exhausted.

you watch the two of them shuffle out, and then as you step out, you can still see the other techs glance at them, then at you. they want to ask you questions, but you quickly shuffle your way back up to the reading room. you chuckle to yourself, because there's something a little hilarious about a radiologist being told they have nice bedside manner, but the giggle is less humor and something a little more... silly.

as you finalize your reports that night, you have a little renewed energy, and you deem it from value added by actually seeing a patient and talking to them in their time of need.

never mind that he's cute. never mind that he's Deku!

and never mind that in a week, you see him again, and he remembers you.

and never mind that he asks for your number, and technically, in saying yes, you don't break any rules. probably.

[pynkhues]

I keep seeing people upset that AMC is pushing Sam over Assad for awards, and I feel like those people just don't understand that Jacob and Sam are the leads of the show, even if Lestat is in season 2 less. It doesn't change who the show's leads are (or who the leads will be next season), the AMC is going to push them accordingly (plus, while I think Assad was absolutely amazing and I'd love to see him and Delainey recognized more along with Jacob and Sam, Sam was pretty extraordinary).

I would looooooooove to see Jacob get a SAG nom, but I know that's not terribly likely given that it's only five nominees for all drama actors, lead and supporting. And even less likely for Delainey or Sam. But regardless, it's great seeing the show and the actors get so many mentions in these year-end lists, that kind of critical recognition is fantastic. And I wonder if it means the show could actually get some noms in the guilds for writing and such.

Mmm, I think a lot of things can be true at once. Of course Jacob and Sam are going to be getting the bigger push from AMC, like you said, they're the leads, and the roles the show is hanging itself on, but at the same time, the diminishment of Assad from marketing materials and awards submissions has felt a little glaring too. It could in part be because he's still pretty green as an actor, especially compared to Eric, Jacob and Sam, but is that the only reason? Is it due to anti-brown racism and the fact that he has an Arabic-sounding name in a political climate where that is, well, political? I honestly don't know, but it wouldn't surprise me, and if it is, it shouldn't be diminished.

One of the things that has surprised me though is the amount of people I've seen saying s2 will be Assad's only chance to get a nomination as his role diminishes over time, which, I mean, it does eventually, but he's got a pretty meaty role in TVL. In fact, I think he's got a lot more interesting material in that book than he does in IWTV, even with all the great stuff they added in the show in terms of his dynamic with both Louis and Daniel. I think he's going to have real opportunities to showcase his talent next season in ways we haven't even seen yet, particularly given the Armand of the 1700s that Lestat meets as a fledgling isn't exactly the cool, refined one Louis meets in the late 1940s.

But yeah, it's good that the conversations are happening - and that Assad was at least pushed for the Critics Choice Award, even if it didn't get him a nom - and that the show's popping up on so many end of year best of lists. I'd loooove for Jacob to get a SAG nom too, but it's not looking good on GoldDerby unfortunately. Fingers crossed for next year!

[user-rui]

Getting A Kiss: Seme!Male!Reader x Uke!Male!Insert

(U/n) = Uke name

(Y/n) = Your name

Whoops, hehe. I got busy. Have some fluff ' v '.

-Narrator's Pov-

(U/n) (Last name). Also known as your adorably cute cinnamon roll. He was your ideal boyfriend, takes care of you, showers you with attention, gives you good sex, you know, all of the small things. But he had one flaw, something you wished he could change.

"(U/n), do you need anything from the store?" You asked, putting on a jacket. "Here," was all the smaller male said, handing you a list, looking at you with a bright smile. "Please tell me it's not what I think it is..." You mutter, hesitantly looking down.

My list 0v0. (Insert an unhealthy amount of sweets here).

You sighed, pocketing the list.

"You can only choose one treat to buy," You informed, putting on your shoes and picking up a pair of keys. "Send it to me via text message. And if you can't decide, I'll make the decision for you by buying none of them," You reason, patting him on the head and giving him a goodbye kiss before leaving. Almost immediately, you could hear your lover shouting and pouting.

"I really need to get sound proof walls," You muttered as you got into your car and drove off. Quickly, you made your way to the grocery store and located the necessities you needed. (U/n) did send you a sugary treat for you to buy, and you added that to your shopping cart.

It didn't take long for you to get back home, and you were greeted with a pouting lover. "Here's you snack," You said, handing him a small package. "You can't keep on eating so much sugar, (U/n)."

Yes, you're adorable little cinnamon roll practically lived off of sugar. And it was a habit that needed to dial down a little.

"(U/n), let's talk about something," You said as the smaller male had already began to devour the treat. He looked at you with a puzzled look as you explained: "You can't keep on eating nothing but sugar. It’s not good for you."

The (uke hair colour) male looked visibly upset.

"B-but I need sugar!" He retorted.

"You're going to get sick."

"No I won't! I-I need this to survive!" He cried.

It was definitely over exaggerated, but (U/n) protectively held his treat to his chest. "That's the last sweet snack I'm going to buy for you. I'll still give you snacks, but it won't be junk food," You stated as you went to put the bought items in the fridge.

"No! Y-you can't make me!" 

"I know you won't agree, so I have a reward for you as well. For every time you snack on something healthy, I'll reward you with a kiss. But if I find you eating something unhealthy, I'll confiscate it and ignore you." (U/n) looked conflicted. On one hand, he wanted snacks, but on the other hand, he couldn't go without kisses. The smaller male was mumbling to himself as he thought about what he wanted.

"F-fine, I won't eat anything unhealthy," The (uke hair colour) haired male mumbled in the end. You smiled and patted his head.

"Finish that, and then we'll begin, okay?" He nodded and slowly chewed on the treat, savouring the sugar he wouldn't be getting soon.

The next couple of days were practically torture for the smaller male, able to see sugary snacks, but unable to actually eat it. "(Y/n)! Please can I have one chocolate?" The smaller male whined. "You can eat a snack once a week, so tomorrow," You informed, handing him a glass of water.

(U/n) pouted, but didn't say anything else. He looked at the water, in which he would usually drink (flavour) juice. The smaller male slowly drank the water and finished the glass in no time.

"Good job," You praised as you gave him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled a goofy smile and leaned into your side. "M-maybe, this isn't too bad.." The smaller male mumbled as his face started burning up.

You played with his soft (uke hair colour) locks, gently untangling any knots you found in it. (U/n) leaned into your touch, making small sounds of satisfaction as you two spent some time together. However, you realized that your lover had began to ever so slightly rub himself against you.

"(U/n), you know what'll happen if you keep on doing this.." You stated, letting out a low groan as you felt the other speed up. "I-I wouldn't mind it happening..."

Your lover had a huge blush as he connected your lips, seductively licking yours in attempt to try and get you to dominate him, which you happily did, taking him into the bedroom for some 'lovely' time.

A couple weeks had past since that day, and (U/n) was only doing better and better at staying healthy. The amount of times he would revive kisses was increasing slowly, and the amount of sex that lead to was uncountable.

"It isn't too bad living without sugar, right (U/n)?" You asked one day as the two of you were just lousing around at home. The smaller male nodded in agreement as he laid his head on you chest. "I didn't even think I could do this.." He sighed.

His (uke eye colour) orbs looked up at you, shining bright from the light that was shining outside the window. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" (U/n) asked with a chuckle, which was honestly one of the most adorable things you've seen.

"No, but I'd rather you show me instead," You responded with a smirk, carrying him to your shared bedroom. You laid him down, roughly touching sensitive parts of his body as you observed his member slowly rise.

"I-I think I might be addicted to you.. Instead of sweets..." He panted, grabbing onto your shirt. "Why did you stop (Y/n)?"

Oh shit, he's addicted to me, like sweets...

"Maybe we should start banning kisses and sex... Before you get another unhealthy addiction..." You muttered. "(Y/n), you better be joking," (U/n) said in a threatening tone.

You couldn't hold the serious face anymore and burst into laughter. "You can see right through me, can you?" You chuckled, leaning down to kiss the other male, gently pecking the tip of his nose. "Meanie... You scared me," (U/n) pouted, his arms finding a place around your neck.

"Mhm~ Ah, (Y/n).. T-there," the (uke hair colour) haired male mumbled as you worked magic on the uke's neck, littering it with hickeys of all different sizes. "Should we... Go.. Deeper?" You asked, aroused and turned on.

You stared at the other with half lidded eyes, as you kissed him again. "If you don't respond, I'll take that as a yes." (U/n) nodded his head, looking up at you with a smile. Gently, you began to strip the other, putting his clothes off to the side.

"Please get addicted to me, (U/n)," You said before the two of you went for another round of 'fun'. It lasted the whole night, and your lover was sore from doing it way too frequently in the past couple of weeks, but it didn't really matter~

[diverbots]

could we get a master list of zenyatta headcanons (or honestly whatever comes to mind first) (maybe this is a repetitive ask. if so, I beg for your forgiveness, king)

It's alright don't worry, anyone can send as many asks as they'd like, I'm just slow to reply sometimes. As for Zenyatta headcanons I'm drawing a blank on a lot of them (it's 12 AM here and I have to drive my friend to work in the morning lulz) but here's some off the top of my head:

Zenny is almost at Dva's skill level in terms of gaming but he's very casual about it - he likes the competition! You could argue it's cause he's an omnic that he learns so fast and is "naturally good", but he personally wants to separate himself from that, and just let loose and play like how anyone else would. He also likes the community aspect of gaming and hearing how much love people put into just creating something fun and engaging to connect with other people. He likes to 100% complete games as well.

Zenyatta hates juggling because he can't actually do it. The amount of skill required for it sucks, and whenever he attempts he accidentally brings out one of his transcendence arms out of habit and messes it all up. Whenever he tries to fake it, it looks horrendously bad and he's just stopped doing it altogether to prevent further embarrassment (Ramattra was the one who made fun of him for it) He's a bigger fan of just spinning his orbs in his hands - or just yo-yos.

I'm still thinking over this (PVE will probably confirm or deny) but Zenyatta got his name from Mondatta when he entered the Shambali (if they happened to have the same name when they met though that'd be fucking funny cause I'd imagine Mondatta literally lighting up when he hears another omnic has a matching name as him. Ramattra gives him a side-eye cause he was *this* close to being named Zenyatta if he didn't come up with his own name. Instant baby brother). He was nameless prior to it, and it upsets him sometimes that he couldn't have given himself a name.

Zenyatta may have been the one to push Ram on the ideas of achieving justice for omnics, though it obviously didn't go very well and it ended up in a heated debate between Ram and Datta when Ram brought it up, which caused Ram to leave. It made Mondatta very upset to lose someone so close, and Zenyatta felt partially responsible for it.

This is already somewhat established in canon but I think he's very reluctant on opening up about himself and showing his own grieving process to the point where he'd just avoid thinking about them altogether. This may just be an issue with Zenyatta having very little lore for years in general, but yeah, having Ramattra leave and hearing about Mondatta's death (imo the two support beacons in his life, the two who had MUCH clearer goals than he does) just shattered him and now he's doesn't really know his own purpose. (It's probably why he won't tell anyone about what he did prior to the crisis, the only person I see him talking about it with is Mondatta and it's very barebones.)

[shapercreater]

So I've started playing Baldur's Fate 3, and now have some personal/OC head cannons I desperately need to share with someone, literally anyone.

So my player character is a Tiefling Warlock I named Discovery. She has alopecia, a beholder tattoo on her neck, and glowing heterochromia, and I love her. My main head cannon for her is that her patron isn't in fact one of the usual "Great Old Ones", but me, the player, who gives her the power to remember every time I save scum (because while I like the battle mechanics, I hate seeing my new little blorbos die on me)

Party members, in order of importance (from my character's POV):

1. Karlach - got her late, but she is amazingly hot on multiple levels, and completely ruined my predetermined plans of playing a thoroughly asexual character, Discovery has discovered she is greysexual

2. Shadowheart - I personally love her story and while I think the game believes I'm trying to get into her pants, I'm really just trying to enjoy watching her live her dreams. She and Discovery are best friends

3. Astarion - also thinks I'm trying to get into his pants. But no, he's a silly little rat man and a bit of a poopy butt (affectionate) and also Discovery's best friend. Headcannon for his is that he's closeted gay and trying to figure out if he's passing or not (he is not, but that's okay)

4. Laezel - very funny, but not a main party member unless we're dealing with other Gith stuff. Honestly, Discovery just likes listening to her complain sometimes and also sometimes wants to fight her just to see if she could win. They are strangely good friends, Ly'zel will deny this though

5. Gale - the man is smitten and I'm happy for him. He eats almost all my magic stuff, except for the things I actually give him to eat on his own time while I'm out adventuring. He's silly but I'm the main spellcaster of the adventuring party, so he stays at camp

6. Wyll - haven't interacted much outside of watching him argue with his patron. Glad he's here and didn't end up killing Karlach, but the adventuring party really only needs one warlock.

*(bonus additions, who really should be like... At the top of the list, even before Karlach)*: Scratch and the Owlbear cub - I took the Speak to Animals invocation early on, and now I have fur babies at camp! They have decided they are brothers, and Discovery is not ever going to tell them no. She is upset she had to kill the mama Owlbear for the cub to come to camp, but he seems not to mind, so she's slightly less guilty than previously.

I'll probably add more thoughts eventually, but this is all I got for right now