#I love the ruby squad

[whack-patty]

erm okay like hear me out? ruby x clay calloway. i know, it's so crazy like who whould've thought they could ever date. such a crazy crack ship i know ahaha. what if you. what if you like. ahha. what if you like 🥺 *instantaneously dies*

(my fave t4t couple)

Gosh dang I love a rarepair

[midlyfeloser]

You gooootta drop the naruto classpect + land list, I am enthralled

lol.. okay, so, I went to check my note, and it turns out I misremembered, bc it looks like i only ever classpected them, and never finished coming up with their lands! unfortunately. but here's what I've got anyway:

I have, however, come up with classpects AND Lands for a few other series, such as Soul Eater, Steven Universe, Achievement Hunter, and a book series I read on a mutual's recommendation, called the Raven Cycle! I'll post those below the cut too, just for funsies, in case anyone cares to check em out.

Soul Eater

Steven Universe

Achievement Hunter

The Raven Cycle

[goldiipond]

Hi i made this meme for you while fucking with my shitty chromebook editor

REALEST AND TRUEST EVER INTHE WORLD THIS IMAGE WAS FACT CHECKED BY REAL CORRECT TPN OPINION HAVERS (ME) (TRUE)

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🚨 SPOILERS🚨

Kingdom of Ash Chapter 50

Rowan's hands tightened on Aelin's shoulders as the words settled into her, hollow and cold.

"Maeve is a Valg queen?" he breathed.

Aelin said nothing. Couldn't find the words. Her power roiled. She didn't feel it.

Nesryn nodded solemnly. "Yes. The kharankui told us the entire history."

And so Nesryn did as well. Of how Maeve had somehow found a way into this world, fleeing or bored with her husband, Orcus. Erawan's elder brother. Of how Erawan, Orcus, and Mantyx had torn apart worlds to find her, Orcus's missing wife, and only halted here because the Fae had risen to challenge them. Fae led by Maeve, whom the Valg kings did not know or recognize, in the form she had taken.

The life she had crafted for herself. The minds of all the Fae who had existed that she had ripped into, convincing them that there had been three queens, not two. Including the minds of Mab and Mora, the two sister-queens who had ruled Doranelle. Including Brannon himself.

"The spiders claimed," Nesryn went on, "that even Brannon didn't know. Even now, in the Afterworld, he doesn't know. That was how deep Maeve's powers went into his mind, into all their minds. She made herself their true queen."

The words, the truth, pelted Aelin, one after another.

Elide's face was white as death. "But she fears the healers." A nod toward Yrene. "She keeps that owl, you said—an enslaved Fae healer-should the Valg ever discover her." For that was the other piece of it. The other thing Nesryn had revealed, Chaol and Yrene adding in their own accounts. The Valg were parasites. And Yrene could cure their human hosts of them. Had done so for Princess Duva. And might be able to do with so many others enslaved with rings or collars. But what had infested Duva ... A Valg princess.

Aelin leaned back into her chair, her head resting against the solid wall of Rowan's body.

His hands shook against her shoulders. Shook as he seemed to realize what, exactly, had ripped into his mind. Where Maeve's power had come from that allowed her to do so. Why she remained deathless and ageless, and had outlasted any other. Why Maeve's power was darkness.

"It is also why she fears fire," Sartaq said, jerking his chin to Aelin. "Why she fears you so."

And why she'd wanted to break her. To be just like that enslaved healer bound in owl form at her side.

"I thought—I managed to cut her once," Aelin said at last. That quiet, ancient darkness pushed in, dragging her down, down, down-" I saw her blood flow black. Then it changed to red." She blew out a breath, pulling out of the darkness, the silence that wanted to devour her whole. Made herself straighten. Peer at Fenrys.

"You said that her blood tasted ordinary to you when you swore the oath." The white wolf shifted back into his Fae body. His bronze skin was ashen, his dark eyes swimming with dread. "It did."

Rowan growled, "It didn't taste any different to me, either."

"A glamour-like the form she maintains," Gavriel mused.

Nesryn nodded. "From what the spiders said, it seems entirely possible that she would be able to convince you that her blood looked and tasted like Fae blood."

Fenrys made a sound like he was going to be sick. Aelin was inclined to do the same.

And from far away—a memory-that-was-not-a-memory stirred. Of summer nights spent in a forest glen, Maeve instructing her. Telling her a story about a queen who walked between worlds.

Who had not been content in the realm in which she'd been born, and had found a way to leave it, using the lost knowledge of ancient wayfarers. World-walkers.

Maeve had told her. Perhaps a skewed, biased tale, but she'd told her. Why? Why do it at all? Some way to win her-or to make her hesitate, should it ever come to this?

"But Maeve hates the Valg kings," Elide said, and even from the silent, drifting place to which Aelin had gone, she could see the razor-sharp mind churning behind Elide's eyes. "She's hidden for this long. Surely she wouldn't ally with them."

"She ran at the chance to get hold of a Valg collar," Fenrys said darkly. "Seemed convinced that she could control the prince inside it."

Not only through Maeve's power, but because she was a demon queen.

Aelin forced herself to take another breath. Another. Her fingers curled, gripping an invisible weapon.

Lorcan had not uttered a word. Had done nothing but stand there, pale and silent. As if he'd stopped being in his body, too.

"We don't know her plans," Nesryn said.

"The kharankui have not seen her for millennia, and only hear whisperings carried by lesser spiders. But they still worship her, and wait for her return."

Chaol met Aelin's stare, his gaze questioning.

Aelin said quietly, "I was Maeve's prisoner for two months."

Utter silence in the tent. Then she explained—all of it. Why she was not in Terrasen, who now fought there, where Dorian and Manon had gone.

Aelin swallowed as she finished, leaning into Rowan's touch. "Maeve wished me to reveal the location of the two Wyrdkeys. Wanted me to hand them over, but I managed to get them away before she took me. To Doranelle. She wanted to break me to her will. To use me to conquer the world, I thought. But it perhaps now seems she wanted to use me as a shield against the Valg, to guard her always." The words tumbled out, heavy and sharp. "I was her captive until nearly a month ago." She nodded toward her court. "When I got free, they found me again."

Silence fell again, her new companions at a loss. She didn't blame them.

Then Hasar hissed, "We'll make the bitch pay for that, too, won't we?"

Aelin met the princess's dark stare. "Yes, we will."

A Valg queen.

That's who had held his Fireheart. What sort of power had tried to break into her mind.

What power had broken into Rowan's mind.

All their minds, if she could glamour her blood to look and taste ordinary.

He felt the tension rising in Aelin, a raging storm that nearly hummed into his hands as he gripped her shoulders.

Yet her flames made no appearance. They hadn't shown so much as an ember these weeks, despite how hard they'd trained. Occasionally, he'd spy Goldryn's ruby gleaming while she held it, as if fire glowed in the heart of the stone. But nothing more. Not even when they'd tangled in their bed on the ship, when his teeth had found that mark on her neck.

Elide surveyed them all, their silence, and said to their new companions, "Perhaps we should determine a plan of action regarding tomorrow's battle." And give them time, later tonight, to sort through this colossal mess.

Chaol nodded. "We brought a trunk of books with us," he said to Aelin. "From the Torre. They're all full of Wyrdmarks." Aelin didn't so much as blink, but Chaol finished, "If we get through this battle, they're yours to peruse. In case there's anything in them that might help." Against Erawan, against Maeve, against his mate's terrible fate. Aelin just vaguely nodded.

So Rowan forced himself to shove away the shock and disgust and fear, and focus upon the plan ahead. Only Gavriel seemed able to do the same, Fenrys staying where he was, and Lorcan just staring and staring at nothing.

Aelin remained in her chair, simmering.

Roiling.

They planned it quickly and efficiently: they would return with Chaol and Yrene to the keep, to help with the fighting tomorrow. The khaganate royals would push from here, Nesryn and Prince Sartaq leading the ruks, and Princess Hasar commanding the foot soldiers and Darghan cavalry. A brilliantly trained, lethal group. Rowan had already marked the Darghan soldiers, with their fine horses and armor, their spears and crested helmets, while they'd strode for this tent, and breathed a sigh of relief at their skill. Perhaps the last sigh of relief he'd have in this war. Certainly if the khagan's forces hadn't yet decided where they would take this army afterward. He supposed it was fair-so many territories were now in Morath's path-but when this battle was over, he'd make damn sure they marched northward. To Terrasen.

But tomorrow-tomorrow they'd hammer Morath's legion against the keep walls, Chaol and Rowan leading the men from inside, picking off enemy soldiers.

Aelin didn't volunteer to do anything. Didn't indicate that she'd heard them.

And when they'd all deemed the plan sound, along with a contingency plan should it go awry, Nesryn only said, "We'll find you ruks to carry you back to the keep," before Aelin stormed into the frigid night, Rowan barely keeping up with her.

No embers trailed her. Mud did not hiss beneath her boots.

There was no fire at all. Not a spark.

As if Maeve had snuffed out that flame.

Made her fear it.

Hate it.

Aelin cut through the neatly organized tents, past horses and their armored riders, past foot soldiers around campfires, past the ruk riders and their mighty birds, who filled him with such awe he had no words for it. All the way to the eastern edge of the camp and the plains that stretched past, the space wide and hollow after the closeness of the army.

She didn't stop until she reached a stream they'd crossed only hours ago. It was nearly frozen over, but a stomp of her boot had the ice cracking. Breaking free to reveal dark water kissed with silvery starlight.

Then she fell to her knees and drank.

Drank and drank, cupping the water to her mouth. It had to be cold enough to burn, but she kept at it until she braced her hands on her knees and said, "I can't do this."

Rowan sank to a knee, the shield he'd kept around her while she stalked here sealing out the cold wind off the open plain.

"I-I can't—" She took a shuddering breath, and covered her face with her wet hands.

Gently, Rowan gripped her wrists and lowered them. "You do not face this alone."

Anguish and terror filled those beautiful eyes, and his chest tightened to the point of pain as she said, "It was a fool's shot against Erawan. But against him and Maeve? She gathered an army to her. Is likely bringing that army to Terrasen right now. And if Erawan summons his two brothers, if the other kings return—"

"He needs the two other keys to do that. He doesn't have them."

Her fingers curled, digging into her palms hard enough that the tang of her blood filled the air. "I should have gone after the keys. Right away. Not come here. Not done this."

"It is Dorian's task now, not yours. He will not fail at it."

"It is my task, and always has been—"

"We made the choice to come here, and we will stick to that decision," he snarled, not bothering to temper his tone. "If Maeve is indeed bringing her army to Terrasen, then it only confirms that we were right to come here. That we must convince the khagan's forces to go northward after this. It is the only chance we stand of succeeding."

Aelin ran her hands through her hair.

Streams of blood stained the gold. "I cannot win against them. Against a Valg king and queen." Her voice turned to a rasp. "They have already won."

"They have not." And though Rowan hated each word, he growled, "And you survived two months against Maeve with no magic to protect you. Two months of a Valg queen trying to break into your head, Aelin. To break you."

Aelin shook. "She did, though." Rowan waited for it. Aelin whispered, "I wanted to die by the end, before she ever threatened me with the collar. And even now, I feel like someone has ripped me from myself. Like I'm at the bottom of the sea, and who I am, who I was, is far up at the surface, and I will never get back there again."

He didn't know what to say, what to do other than to gently pull her fingers from her palms.

"Did you buy the swagger, the arrogance?" she demanded, voice breaking. "Did the others? Because I've been trying to. I've been trying like hell to convince myself that it's real, reminding myself I only need to pretend to be how I was just long enough."

Long enough to forge the Lock and die.

He said softly, "I know, Aelin." He hadn't bought the winks and smirks for a heartbeat.

Aelin let out a sob that cracked something in him. "I can't feel me-myself anymore. It's like she snuffed it out. Ripped me from it. She, and Cairn, and everything they did to me." She gulped down air, and Rowan wrapped her in his arms and pulled her onto his lap. "I am so tired," she wept. "I am so, so tired, Rowan."

"I know." He stroked her hair. "I know." It was all there really was to say.

Rowan held her until her weeping eased and she lay still, nestled against his chest.

"I don't know what to do," she whispered

"You fight," he said simply. "We fight. Until we can't anymore. We fight."

She sat up, but remained on his lap, staring into his face with a rawness that destroyed him.

Rowan laid a hand on her chest, right over that burning heart. "Fireheart."

A challenge and a summons.

She placed her hand atop his, warm despite the frigid night. As if that fire had not yet gone out entirely. But she only gazed up at the stars.

To the Lord of the North, standing watch.

"We fight," she breathed.

Aelin found Fenrys by a quiet fire, gazing into the crackling flames.

She sat on the log beside him, raw and open and trembling, but … the salt of her tears had washed away some of it. Steadied her. Rowan had steadied her, and still did, as he kept watch from the shadows beyond the fire.

Fenrys lifted his head, his eyes as hollow as she knew hers had been.

"Whenever you need to talk about it," she said, her voice still hoarse, "I'm here."

Fenrys nodded, his mouth a tight line. "Thank you."

The camp was readying for their departure, but Aelin scooted closer, and sat beside him in silence for long minutes.

Two healers, marked only by the white bands around their biceps, hurried past, arms full of bandages. Aelin tensed. Focused on her breathing.

Fenrys marked her line of sight. "They were horrified, you know," he said quietly. "Every time she brought them in to … fix you."

The two healers vanished around a tent.

Aelin flexed her fingers, shaking the lightness from them. "It didn't stop them from doing it."

"They didn't have a choice."

She met his dark stare. Fenrys's mouth tightened. "No one would have left you in those states. No one."

Broken and bloody and burned—

She gripped Goldryn's hilt. Helpless.

"They defied her in their own way," Fenrys went on. "Sometimes, she'd order them to bring you back to consciousness. Often, they claimed they couldn't, that you'd fallen too deeply into oblivion. But I knew—I think Maeve did, too— that they put you there. For as long as possible. To buy you time."

She swallowed. "Did she punish them?"

"I don't know. It was never the same healers." Maeve likely had. Had likely ripped their minds apart for their defiance.

Aelin's grip tightened on the sword at her side.

Helpless. She had been helpless. As so many in this city, in Terrasen, in this continent, were helpless. Goldryn's hilt warmed in her hand.

She wouldn't be that way again. For whatever time she had left.

Gavriel padded up beside Rowan, took one look at the queen and Fenrys, and murmured, "Not the news we needed to hear."

Rowan closed his eyes for a heartbeat. "No, it was not."

Gavriel settled a hand on Rowan's shoulder.

"It changes nothing, in some ways."

"How."

"We served her. She was ... not what Aelin is. What a queen should be. We knew that long before we knew the truth. If Maeve wants to use what she is against us, to ally with Morath, then it changes things. But the past is over. Done with, Rowan. Knowing Maeve is Valg or just a wretched person doesn't change what happened."

"Knowing a Valg queen wants to enslave my mate, and nearly did so, changes a great deal."

"But we know what Maeve fears, why she fears it," Gavriel countered, his tawny eyes bright. "Fire, and the healers. If Maeve comes with that army of hers, we are not defenseless." It was true. Rowan could have cursed himself for not thinking of it already. Another question formed, though. "Her army," Rowan said. "It's made up of Fae."

"So was her armada," Gavriel said warily.

Rowan ran a hand through his hair. "Will you be able to live with it-fighting our own people?" Killing them.

"Will you?" Gavriel countered.

Rowan didn't answer.

Gavriel asked after a moment, "Why didn't Aelin offer me the blood oath?"

The male hadn't asked these weeks. And Rowan wasn't sure why Gavriel inquired now, but he gave him the truth. "Because she won't do it until Aedion has taken the oath first. To offer it to you before him ... she wants Aedion to take it first."

"In case he doesn't wish me to be near his kingdom."

"So that Aedion knows she placed his needs before her own."

Gavriel bowed his head. "I would say yes, if she offered."

"I know." Rowan clapped his oldest friend on the back. "She knows, too."

The Lion gazed northward. "Do you think ... we haven't heard any news from Terrasen."

"If it had fallen, if Aedion had fallen, we would know. People here would know."

Gavriel rubbed at his chest. "We've been to war. He's been to war. Fought on battlefields as a child, gods be damned." Rage flickered over Gavriel's face. Not at what Aedion had done, but what he'd been made to do by fate and misfortune. What Gavriel had not been there to prevent. "But I still dread every day that passes and we hear nothing. Dread every messenger we see."

A terror Rowan had never known, different from his fear for his mate, his queen. The fear of a father for his child.

He didn't allow himself to look toward Aelin. To remember his dreams while hunting for her. The family he'd seen. The family they'd make together.

"We must convince the khaganate royals to march northward when this battle is over," Gavriel swore softly.

Rowan nodded. "If we can smash this army tomorrow, and convince the royals that Terrasen is the only course of action, then we could indeed be heading north soon. You might be fighting at Aedion's side by Yulemas."

Gavriel's hands clenched at his sides, tattoos spreading over his knuckles. "If he will allow me that honor."

Rowan would make Aedion allow it. But he only said, "Gather Elide and Lorcan. The ruks are almost ready to depart."

[zerothejackal]

YES YES BIG BRAIN OMG LOVE ALL PF THIS AND THE ART

This might be the beginning of a (very messy) beautiful friendship!

A continuation to this comic.

[gabessquishytum]

It's awards season!!

Hob and Dream have been hiding their relationship. They've been together for a while in a strong relationship, but they're famous public figures and being in a relationship with each other would engender outsized interest and public "comment". And at least at first they just wanted to keep it for themselves without having a portmanteau couple name (Hob was partial to "Dreamling", Dream was embarrassed to even have to consider a preference.) .

But they're both tired of it now - being coy on red carpets, not being able to hold hands or publicly support each other. And it's particularly galling right now as they are both up for major awards (either competing against each other in the same category or in separate categories during the same category), and their managements advised them not to announce their relationship and steal focus from their campaigns to win. They couldn't even arrive together for the ceremony (or gush to each other how lovely they look; it was probably good that Hob wasn't with Dream given how fantastic he looked,,,,Hob would have made them both late......with his mouth. The glam squads would have been pissed!).

Whichever one of them wins (first, if separate categories, or the competing award), says screw it and before he walks up on to the stage to accept his award, walks over to the other and kisses the crap out of him for all the cameras! There might be a proposal from the stage, before the play off music starts.

Aww, this is so cute. Dream’s shipname of preference is definitely Drob, by the way.

I kind of like the idea of Dream being up for best actor and Hob is up for best supporting actor? For completely different movies, but still, Hob is texting jokes to Dream about exactly how supportive he's gonna be after the ceremony the whole time they're both getting ready. Dream is very much a Big Star while Hob is more at the kookie character actor end of things, so no one really speculates about them being anything other than good friends. Dream hates that people don't value Hob enough, so he's got this plan: he's going to show the world and the industry exactly how much he loves Hob.

Hob's award is announced before Dream’s, and he doesn't say much at the acceptance - just a quick thank you to his "partner". He's always hated long speeches where actors go on and on about how privileged they are. He just wants to get back and watch Dream win his award!

And Dream does win, of course. But instead of going to the stage, he diverts off course to where Hob is sitting, kisses him thoroughly, mouths "Yes, I'm his partner" at the camera, and then hops up to collect his award. The camera stays on Hob who is just sitting there with a confused Ryan Gosling expression.

Dream says something like "my partner, Hob, hates these long speeches. So I will try to keep this short. Will you marry me?" And the crowd goes insane. Hob vaults over 5 rows of seats to get to stage and say yes.

Dreamling goes viral, and no one is talking about the awards... at the after party they mysteriously disappear and come back an hour later with sex hair and rumpled clothes. Dream lost a designer ruby earring somewhere along the way, but he's not even a little bit sorry. If he gets to kiss Hob in public, it's all worth it.

[azureroses1]

So yesterday I met Aaron Dismuke at a con and he is legit the sweetest person ever he really liked my Ruby cosplay too. We talked Rosegarden, Oscar, the merge, he mentioned the Oscar protection squad and how we are doing a splendid job, Oscar’s trauma and much more. I also got both a photo and autograph. Anyway the main reason for this post is that he did a recording for me and I legit died. Btw this was all his idea ( I didn’t know what I wanted him to say).

I believe I can post it here

Anyway here it is

Please no hate, especially not to Aaron, me or the rosegarden community. I shared this out I’d love for this community. Also it’s meant to be fun that’s what shipping is. I can’t wait to see what you guys create with this ❤️ also if you guys could link this post, this video is very dear to me. Have fun 😁

[feathered-mushrooms]

Scott Summers ahead Cannons

he is my favorite loser boy

Due to growing up on it, Scott tends to throw himself into the danger room whenever he feels an emotion more than fine. He does not know a limit, which his led to “Scott patrol”. Oh Scott hasn’t left the danger room for five hours? Rouge it’s your turn, I pulled him out last time. 

Scott can’t handle to much down time, or being bored. He constantly feels like there is something he should be doing, and therefore will constantly find something to do. 

Charles has done a number on him. He is the reason Scott is so high strung, why failure isn’t just a lesson to learn from but an entire judgement of his character, why he can’t just breathe. He needs to be the leader and the man everyone can count on, he needs to be everything Charles wants him to be. 

This is not a healthy way of thinking. 

Scott has a special interest in planes. It started when he was young and then had a pause after the plane crash that killed his parents. However he picked it up again and now can tell you the difference between a commercial flight and a jet. He also knows how to pilot seven different types of aircraft and even got official license for each.

He is Bi.

It took him frighteningly long to figure this out. 

Scott has issues with social skills(projecting). He can speak sarcasm just fine and makes many jokes in that medium. However he has a hard time figuring out people are being sarcastic, especially if the joke is around him. 

He would wear a dress. Not in public, but if Jean offered he would try one of her dresses on in the safety of a bed room. He would like it. 

Game nights were originally hidden from Scott who(due to the professors absurdly high expectations) does not handle losing well. He loves to point out the rules and technicality’s, and will not play Uno with any variations. He’s not a sore loser par say, it just gets depressing for everyone watching. 

When he was young he kept only one pair of ruby glasses and one visor. As he has aged(and been influenced by Emma) he know has a collection of ruby glasses in all types and styles. 

Star Wars is his comfort show/movie/universe

Pretty equal on cats and dogs but leans towards dogs. 

His chances of being a toddler dad had been pretty ruined but he thinks it would be nice to raise a kid alongside a dog. Maybe a golden retriever. 

He does not mind cats though. 

He often feels weird in his place as a parent. Nathan is his kid but some much time has been lost that Scott can’t help but yearn for the mile stones that were missed and lost to time. He misses everything he was promised as a father. The same is true for Rachel although it is a little weirder. Yes she is his, but from a future that will never happen. He often feels guilty because in the end he has two great kids, but he wishes he could raise a kid in a normal sense. 

He just wants to be a father. 

When he was their step father, Scott showed the Cuckoos Star Wars. He keeps checking in on them, even after he and Emma are no longer together. 

Scott’s type is a person who will be mean to him, and could probably kill him, but have a soft spot.

Even if that soft spot is very hidden. 

He can make a really good grilled cheese. There was a week in his teens were there was low x-men activities and not a lot to do in the mansion so he dedicated his days to perfecting the grilled cheese. He makes it anytime he thinks someone needs some comfort. 

He’s eyes are brown under the visor. 

Never played DnD but very interested in it. Researched it a whole lot and has watched a lot of play throughs. Has even mentioned it to the rest of the squad and most were down to try. However it was forgotten due to the next world ending event. Scott still thinks about it and the character he made. 

He is doing his best but often over exerts himself which leads to sick days. On these days he is forced to cuddle up in a blanket and watches either the Star Wars orignal movies or one of the shows. Most times someone will be designated to sit with him so he doesn’t try and get up and do work. 

On these days Logan often takes the job. 

That all for now!

[squiddy-god]

brothers S/O proposing like them (obey me)

Oh he loved this,

Lucifers (while not my favorite) was a simple yet sweet proposal

He’s confused when you suddenly approach him while he works away in his office, your hands resting on his slumped shoulders gently squeezing to relieve at least a little of the tension in them.

He’ll set down his quill and shift to look up at you as you beamed at him

He’ll go soft before inquiring why you were here?

And then you’ll tell him, gentle smile on your face you’ll cup his cheeks and press your head to his

And then you say it

You’ll say you loved him, that out of any being in the three worlds you wanted to spend your time with him, you’ll say how much you love him and how deep your love runs

Lucifer will break out in a grin, pride and love swarming his body and making his head go fuzzy

he’ll hold you tight in his arms, face pressed into your stomach so you cant see his glossy eyes

He’ll accept with his voice only slightly quivering

Almost a member of the “yeah i cried” squad

You walked into Lucifer’s office, the large doors creaking a bit as you entered. You knew he could sense your presence as you quickly walked up behind him, your hands coming to rest against his shoulders. Squeezing gently you kissed the top of his head. Lucifer set down his quill letting out a small sigh as his shoulders slumped, he shifted in his chair, red gaze fixing on your (e/c) eyes. They softened at the sight of you, a tinge of relief quickly washed away as he opened his mouth to speak, “y/n? Why have you come here? Do you need something? I swear if mamon has done something again…” he trailed off, thin brows knitting together as he began to plan how to string up the second born.

You let out an airy laugh before shaking your head, (h/l) (h/c) hair swaying with the movement. “No luci, it isn’t mammon…” you paused, delicate (s/t) hand cupping his cheek, thumb suning over his porcelain skin. His eyes widened and his cheeks reddened slightly, he could feel the love in your touch and he could see the adoration in your eyes. “I love you luifer, in all the beings in the tree worlds I want to spend my life with you, i love you so deeply lucifer, for all of your faults and flaws, and every little thing about you, that’s why i want to spend the days with you. Lucifer, please marry me.”

His long arms wrapped around you, his face buried in the fabric of your shirt. You couldn’t see his face, couldn’t see the prideful grin or glassy eyes, and definitely couldn’t see how flushed his cheeks were .

You remained like that for a moment, gently smoothing his hair as his grip never faltered. “Yes” he said, the strain in his voice muffled and hiding the slight quiver it carried. Soon enough he pulled back, gleaming ruby eyes now soft and brimming with the love he felt, he pulled you down and you could feel the love head for you brimming from his fingertips, you could feel the devotion and adoration threw the touch of his lips as he kissed you deeply, and you could feel the joy as he held you close.

Mammon

First member of the “yeah I cried” squad

He was super confused when you came running up to him with a defeated looking luck and solomon

Seriously who died (too soon?)

When he turns and asks what your up to and you pull out a radio hes even more confused??

And then you start singing and dancing and he goes 0o0

It finally dawns on him that “OH SHIT AIN’T THIS THE SAME WAY I PROPOSED”

You didn’t even get the hole thing done (much to luke and solomons relife) because mammon nearly tackled you into a hug, lavashing your flushed face with all the kisses that he could

He absolutely loved this

Like hes full on bawling and blabering, wiping his eyes and saying hes not crying over some dumb human

*HIS dumb human

You had a broad grin on your face and a bounce in your step as you carried the small speaker/radio. Your cheery aura was a stark contrast to the two behind you. Luke and Solomon followed behind with deep set frowns, a look of dread and embarrassment etched into their eyes. The moment you saw the familiar fluffy white hair you immediately made a b-line towards the greedy demon. “Oh great mammon!” you called out knowing he secretly (not so secretly) loved it. “What’d Ya want, human?” he asked feigning annoyance despite his flushed cheeks. Your grin grew as you set down the speaker putting on the song you picked out, the bumping beat starting as Luke and Solomon danced miserably. Mamon stared at you, confused out of his mind until you started to sing.

“We’re no strangers to love~ you know the rules, and so do I!” you sang as mammons azure eyes stared at you, wide and shocked. Blowing him a cheeky kiss you kept singing “a full commitment what i’m thinking of! You wouldn’t get this from any other (prefered pronouns)!” you did a little spin, pointing directly at mammon. “ I~ just wanna tell you how i’m feeling~ gotta make you understand-” you were about to get to the chorus when a blur of white and orange flew at you, the air was almost knocked out of your lungs as mammons arms wrapped around you pulling you into his chest. “Yes! yes,yes, yes! Of course i’ll marry ya! I am your man after all!” he practically shouted, bright blue eyes flowing with tears down his dark skin. One arm came up to wipe his face, sniffling slightly. “I ain’t crying! Not ‘cause some stupid human proposed to the great mammon” he looked down at you with frantic eyes, “ya did propose right!?” he asked, you chuckled and nuzzled your face into his chest, “of course that was a proposal you dummy” a wide grn spread arocss his face as he planted kisses acros your flushed cheeks, forehead, and nose. He bent down slightly, arms hooking behind your knees as he effortlessly housed you into the air, spinning you around. “IM GONNA BE YOUR MAN! YER GONNA MY SPOUSE! MY HUMAN”

Luke and solomon just sighed, quickly scampering away to avoid any further embarrassment as you two shared this sickly sweet moment.

Levi

Second member of the “yeah i cried” squad

So doing this took FOREVER because you straight up made a video game for him

It was a simple 8-bit game with levels like pacman and mario, it also held a tone of easter eggs from tsl you knew he’d enjoy

The story levels are based on the little adventures you two have gone on, including a danganronpa style recreation of the tsl quizz thing were you got his pact.

The hole game is threw his eyes but he gets little snips of your thoughts (you play a side character who follows him) about how much you love him

He beats the game pretty quickly and is about to hand it back to you and say he liked it when he hears the music of the final achievement screen.

Starts crying when he sees that you just proposed to him

His brain short circuits a bit

He accepts and gets really clingy

Also tried to pull that “ BuT I’m An IcKy OtAkU” bs so plz tell him u luv him and that he is poggers

Levi quirked his head to the side when you handed him the see-thru orange disc casse, inside a basic white game disc. “I-i uhhh, i made you a game and i want you to play it” you said, face red and fiddling with the hem of your shirt. Levi wanted to squeal, you were so cute being all blushy like in his otome games. He beamed his little ha-ha laugh ringing in the blue lit room, “of corse ill play it” he paused face lighting up red “s-sence you made it and all”

He gingerly placed the disc in his desktop disc slot, the game sliding in and roaring to life. Levi started to play, his slender fingers taping away at the wasd keys, his sprite character, that looks suspiciously like him, jumping and swimming over all the obstacles like he had played the game a thousand times. You smiled, sitting down next to him you waited for him to finish, you knew it wouldn’t be long, it was levi after all.

And soon enough he came to the final level, the sprite you had made to fallow him, the one that looked and acted suspiciously like you, had said they would go ahead and wait for him. So he sawm threw the last level, it was a simple water level with a few mini fights and a boss that levi said looked like mammon. You giggled as he noticed all of the easter eggs you placed, from his gaming headset, ruri-chan figurines, and henry 2.0, to all of his TSL merch.

Finally he beat the final level, he was about to turn to you for the kiss you gave him evry time he beat a game when more music started playing. Levi reconised this immediately “HUH!? Is that the wedding music from episode 248 of TSL when the lord of shadows has to crash a wed-” levi was about to start rambaling when his orange eyes caught a glimps of the screen.

Neon orange letters flashed and blinked back at him “Marry me great hero” he read outloud, slowly processing the letters that hung above the sprite character. It dawned on him in that moment, you had proposed, this game was a storey of the little things you did together. Gentle tears rolled down his cheeks as he turned to you “b-but im just a icky otaku! W-why would you” he trailed off, voice growing meek and near a whimper. You cupped his cheeks and kissed the corner of his eyes “because i love you leviathan, and your not an icky otaku, your an amazing boyfriend, and hopefully an amazing husband to?” you asked, waiting for his answer. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you against him tightly “Y-Yes! N-normie” you smiled and squished his cheeks “my little pogchamp~”

Satan

You had his full attention when you came into his room carrying a book

So when you hand it to him and tell him to read it you don’t have to tell him twice

Satan is a smart boy, so the moment he opens the book and its a picture-pop up book he knows exactly whats up

You make his heart all fuzzy with love instead of rage

Reads the hole book before setting it down and going into soft satan™ mode

Pulls you into his arm chair and buries his face in your neck

U aren’t leaving hun

He accepts and teases you about the hole soul mates thing

Tease him back cause that was his idea (his super fucking cute idea)

Once this little shit is done cuddling you he immediately go’s to brag about it to lucifer

Even better if lucifer comes looking for you in satan’s room and satan go’s “oh mc is just cuddling with me, their FUTURE HUSBAND”

Cheeky bastard

He keeps the book in a safe place and gets angry if someone even thinks about looking at it.

Reads it again in private and joins the “yeah i cried” squad, i’ll die on this hill

Satan’s teal eyes shot up the moment his door opened, he smiled gently as you walked in, apoliginging and hoping you weren’t bothering him. His interest was honed in on the book you hold in your hands, the dinky cover covered in small and large cat designs, his eyes drifted up to meet your (e/c) ones “hmm? y/n, what’s that book? “ He asked, curiosity taking hold of his mind. You smiled brightly and handed the book to him “ I made you a book! W-would you like to read it” you looked to the side shyly as you scratch your neck. You definitely didn’t have to tell him twice, he smiled gently and opened the book, the colorful illustrations popping out at him.

“It’s about the journey two soul mates go on” you said, oh he knew exactly what you were doing, but of course he still read the book. He felt his heart flutter at the small tales of your midnight walks, the time you two went to the cat shelter, and the times you two spent reading in his room, all of the little moments, and as he turned the last page of your picture book, the final illustration popping out. He looked at the picture, a small illustration of you standing in front of him, the bubbly letters “marry me?” written above with bold outlines.

He smiled gently, teal eyes locking with yours as he closed the book and set it down on top of one of the many stacks. He pulled you onto his lap in the arm chair, his blond hair tickling your cheeks as his face nuzzled into your neck. “Soul mates? How cheezy y/n, but i accept nonetheless.” he said chuckling. “Oh your one to talk mr. “I wanna spend my life with you, ur my soul mate” just remember this idea was YOURS first” you said giggling with him. He smiled, placing a chaste kiss on the corner of your lips.

“I can’t wait to rub it in Lucifer’s face,” he smirked, mind running with how he’ll gloat about this. You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head at Satan’s ridiculousness. You were glad he had accepted, and little did you know the tears he shed once he was alone.

Asmo

Alright so the bouquet you got him was a combination of pink peonies and pink hydrangeas

It’s a very pretty bouquet

Pink peonies mean happy marriage and pink hydrangeas mean heartfelt emotion

Prepare to have lipstick smooch marks all over because the first thing asmo dose after he gets over his shock is hug you and give you a smooch

To think you would propose with his idea

And with such a beautiful bouquet!

Who knew you were knowledgeable about flower language

Honestly he’s really touched and the only reason hes not crying(pretty crying) is because his foundation was 50 grimm

You took a deep breath and knocked on asmos door, you knew better then to walk into his room of all places. One you hurd him give you the ok to come in, you pushed open the intricate door. Stepping inside you saw him infront of his walk in closet. “Hey asmo~ i have a surprise for you!” he whipped aroug now excited, “oh darling you shouldnt have!” he said waltzing twords you. From behind you back you pulled the bouquet of flowers, the shades of pink blending into one another the accents of green highlighting the intracat clusters of petals. “The hydrangeas symbolise heartfelt emotions, and the peonies represent happy marriage” you paused, his eyes were wide and his soft lips were pulling up into a smile.

“T-that’s because i want to marry you, from the bottom of my heart i love you…so…will you mary me” you asked, holding out the flowers to him. A gentle smile tugged at his lips and he took the flowers setting them aside on the bedside table.

He cupped your face in his hands, softly running his thumbs over your cheeks lovingly. “Oh y/n, of course I accept, after all you gave me a bouquet almost as beautiful as me! Who knew you knew flower language “ he said, eyes gleaming with love. He placed a passionate kiss on your lips, the shimmery pink lipstick leaving a sideways smooch mark on your lips.

You laughed as he guessed about wedding plans, deciding that he had to update his devil gram to “3 relms most beautiful spouse #1” and that you had to change yours to “3 relms most beautiful spouse #2” because you were of course just as radiant as he was, at least in his eyes.

Beel

Alright so this almost went horribly wrong

Beel eats plates lmao

So what you had to do was get him a box of cupcakes from madame screams +1 special cupcake that you put the ring on top of

He loves this idea but it takes him a minute to process what you meant

Once he dose tho he gets the biggest puppy grin and pulls you into a kiss

Of course he accepts

Immediately tells belphie because of course he has to be the first to know

You smiled as you walked into the kitchen, beels head immediately snapping towards you as his senses were filled with the smell of soft cakes and sweet frosting. He looked at you with hopeful pleading eyes, “yes beel, the cupcakes are for you” his two toned eyes lit up and his face cracked into a grin.

You happily watched him munch on the cupcakes eyes closed in a big grin and cheeks puffed out like a squirrel. He stopped for a moment and turned to you, offering a deep purple cupcake. “Ah, no thanks beel, these are for you, you eat them” you said with a loving smile, with that he turned to continue eating his cupcakes.

It wasn’t long before he was finished with the cupcakes and ready to go raid the fridge. “Wait beel! I-i have one more for you, but this one is a special one” you said, holding out the bright orange cupcake, the simple ring placed delicately on top of it to make sure beel didn’t eat it too. His eyes stared at it for a moment while he processed what you were asking. “y/n…are you?” he asked, voice laced with hope, you nodded, a shy grin plastered on your flushed face. Beel smiled wide, placing the ring on the kitchen counter and eating the cupcake in one bite, his strong arms wrapped around you holding you tight in his warm embrace. His lips were lightly stained with the colorful frosting dyes, the corner of his puppy-dog smile smeared with vibrant frosting. His now colorful lips met yours in a sweet kiss.

You giggled at the sweetness of the frosting, your lips now matching his with the color. Beel let out a rumbling chuckle before lavashing your stained lips with more kisses “you taste like frosting y/n” you laughed, hands cupping his cheeks and squeezing slightly “YOUR the one who taste like frosting beel”

You stayed like that for a while, just giggling and laughing with each other. Beel was beyond happy that you had proposed to him, and with his favorite thing (besides you and belphie), once belphie woke from his nap he would tell his twin the good news, altho with their odd tendency to be insync with each other, belphie might already know.

Belphie

Oh boy this was both the hardest and easiest thing to do

Final member of the “yeah i cried” squad

So finding belphie awake was the hard part, but when you texted him that you wanted to cuddle he damn near sprinted over because mans got priorities

When you told him to go to sleep he was like “yeah duh” cheeky bastard

He was a little annoyed when you woke him up a few minutes later but when he saw you holding his hand with the ring on it he started crying because fuck man, after all thats happened you still want him

You two have a good moment of emotional vulnerability because you’re one of the people belphie trust the most

First person he tells is beel, but first you’re taking a nap with him, no this isn’t a question its nap time.

Belphie groaned feeling his D.D.D vibrate, he was initially going to ignore it but decided against it. Looking at the bright screen he smiled seeing your name.

“Belphie come to my room”

“I wanna cuddle”

His eyes lit up and he sprang out of bed quickly making his way down to your room. He entered the room, smiling softly when your (e/c) eyes met his and brightened. You were sitting against your headboard in your hoodie and fluffy pajama pants, surrounded by soft pillows and blankets, some that were gifts from him. You patted your lap with a smile and belphie was almost instantly there, setting his cow print pillow next to you and laying his head in your warm lap. “Alright belphie, go to sleep” he scoffed slightly “mmm, that’s what i planned on” he said, slender yet toned arms wrapping around your waist as he snuggled into your stomach.

You chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair, the soothing motion quickly putting him to sleep. He couldn’t help it, between your softness, warmth, and your fingering tangled in his hair, he was out in seconds.

You were nice enough so you let him sleep for a little while, peacefully watching his chest rise and fall. After a while you gently slipped the ring onto his finger. You gently shook him awake holding back a giggle as he groaned and stirred, brows knitted together and he glared at you for only a moment before his eyes softened into a halfhearted scowl. “You’re lucky I love you y/n, mmmm, now why did you wake me up” he said looking up at you, he then noticed you were holding his hand, your fingers no longer in his hair but rather intertwined with his, a ring now placed on his finger. His eyes widened, tears welled in his eyes, the dusky irises going glassy as he stared up at you. “Belphegor, I love you. I want you to be there every morning when I wake up and every night when i go to sleep, your face is the one I want to wake up to, I love you belphie and I want to spend life together with you” you said, kissing the top of his nose.

His eyes welled with tears again and he sat up, the blue sleeves of his cardigan damp as he wiped his eyes. His arms wrapped around you squeezing you tightly, you returned the jester giving him a squeeze and petting his hair. “After all i’ve done…a-after I- you really want that?” he sobbed lightly. You kissed the top of his head and nodded. “Of course I do, i love you belphie, i’ve forgiven you, and i love you.” he wiped his eyes, now smiling gently at you “ i love you too, i want to wake up and go to sleep with you y/n”

He hugged you again, this time picking you up slightly as he fell backwards, you now on top of him. “But you still owe me for waking me up” he said, getting comfortable. “Nap time”

[vodika-vibes]

May I, please and thank you, ask ruby in autumn at dusk with Tech and Crosshair and a female jedi? (Maybe in the clone wars or an au where Cross came back in Kamino and we are blatanty ignoring end s2-s3)

Beloved

Summary: For all that your former Master used to claim that relationships were hard, you can’t help but think that it’s the easiest thing you’ve ever done in your life.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x Jedi F!Reader x TBB Tech

Word Count: 976

Prompt: Ruby - Passionate Love

Warnings: Order 66 happens at the very end, but reader survives

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I need you to understand I could have written 5k words of this. Involving smut and a proper plot. I barely, just barely, managed to keep this under my self imposed word limit. Anyway! I hope you like it!

Autumn on Kamino is just like every other season, wet. Although, you think it’s a little more wet than other seasons. Not that you mind, you get to hear the sound of the rain pounding against the window as the sun sets.

“I have to go back to Coruscant,” You announce into the quiet of the room that you share with Crosshair and Tech. Both men, absorbed in their own work, jolt up. Identical eyes snapping to your face.

“What?” Crosshair demands, his brow furrowing.

“Why do you need to return to Coruscant? You are the Jedi General of Clone Force 99. And we are not going to Coruscant.” Tech points out, his brow furrowed as well.

Crosshair, you know, is scowling because he doesn’t like it when you’re away from him. Tech, however, is puzzled because he can’t figure out why you would need to go to Coruscant when your Squad isn’t going to Coruscant.

They really are so cute.

You feel your heart swell with affection. 

You sit up from where you’re lounging in the bed, stretching your arms over your head with a groan, “Well, you’re both aware that I’m a very young Jedi General, right?”

Crosshair’s gaze, which had fallen to your stomach when your tank top rose as you stretched, snaps back to your face, “You were Knighted.”

“I was! At 18, when the war began.” You smile at him knowingly, “And, because of said war, I never finished my education. Which, apparently, is a problem.” Tech releases a choking noise, and you turn your patient smile onto the other man.

“You never finished your education?!”

He would be offended by that, wouldn’t he?

“I finished the important ones. First aid, diplomacy, bladework, investigations. I just never finished my astronav class.” You shrug, “So, I have to go back to Coruscant and sit the exam for that.”

A squeak falls from your lips as Crosshair moves and coils himself around you, “Absolutely not.”

You giggle as his lips find your pulse point, and your giggle morphs into a startled gasp as he bites down and leaves a dark mark blooming on your skin. “That wasn’t me asking, Cross.”

Another squeak falls from your lips as Tech wraps his fingers around one of your ankles, and he presses a lazy, lingering kiss against your calf, “And what are we meant to do while you are gone?” He asks, his lips still pressed against your calf.

“I’m sure they’ll find something for you all to do-” A yelp falls from your lips this time as Crosshair’s lips move to your shoulder, and he bites down, “Are you trying to stake your claim, Cross?” You ask with an amused smile.

“Too many Regs on Coruscant.” He grumbles, “They might try something.”

You roll your eyes, “It’s not like I’m going clubbing, Cross. I’m going to the temple.” You shift and squirm slightly so you’re able to reach up and comb your fingers through his short hair, “Besides, it’s not like I’m pretty enough to snag anyone’s attention-”

Tech, who has shifted so that his lips are hovering just over your lower thigh, releases an explosive sigh and bites a mark into your thigh, “Ridiculous. You are ridiculous.”

“Rude.”

“How do you think you managed to catch us, kitten?” Crosshair points out as he shifts so he’s able to look in your eyes.

“Kinda just assumed that you both shared incredibly poor taste-” You squeak when both Tech and Crosshair bite down at the same time, leaving nearly identical marks on your skin. 

“Try again.” Crosshair growls against your throat.

You pout at him, though even if he could see it, he’d ignore it, “Fine. Because, for some reason, you both love me.”

“Better.” Tech murmurs from somewhere around your thigh, and you shiver at the feel of his warm breath against your sensitive skin.

You swallow hard, and steel your will, “I still have to go to Coruscant.”

There’s silence for a moment, and then Crosshair curses and drops his forehead to your chest, while Tech just releases a sigh and lays his cheek against your thigh.

“I am sorry.” You murmur, “I wouldn’t go if I didn’t have to.”

“When do you have to leave?” Tech asks.

“Day after tomorrow.” You reply, lifting your head to look at him.

“That’s plenty of time, I suppose.” Crosshair murmurs.

“For what?” You ask, dropping your head back to the pillow to stare at him, bewildered.

Crosshair just smirks at you and lazily drags the strap of your tank top down your shoulder, “Take a wild guess, kitten.”

And your face burns with slightly flustered embarrassment, pulling laughter from both men. 

“Do not worry, cyare.” Tech murmurs as his fingers glide up your outer thighs to hook around the waist of your shorts, “We will take good care of you.” He adds as his gaze locks with yours.

And, in spite of your burning face, you smile, “I’m not worried. You always do.”

One week later, four days after you leave Kamino and a day before you land on Coruscant, your boys are ordered to help Jedi Master Depa Billaba and her Battalion with their mission on Kaller.

10 days after you left Kamino, the Batch arrives on Kaller to help Master Billaba.

10 days and 2 hours after you left Kamino, the 501 marches on the Jedi temple, while you’re in the middle of your AstroNav exam.

10 days and 5 hours after you left Kamino, you’ve taken shelter with Senator Riyo Chuchi, and you’re missing an arm and an eye. 

But you’re alive, which is more than can be said for the majority of your brethren.

And all you can do is hope that Crosshair and Tech are okay, and hope that they wouldn’t turn on you if, and when, you see them again.

[cacodaemonia]

WIP game

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that starts with each letter of that word.

Thanks for the tag, @blirzy! My word is SNOW.

S - Sometimes, the difference between life and death depended on what larty your squad boarded for infil, where you were hunkered when an explosion left a smoking crater in its wake, or whether you were off-duty when the Seppies flooded camp with poisonous gas. - from Time Was Away and Somewhere Else

N - "Not like that—not for so long." - from Time Was Away and Somewhere Else

O - Other nights, he's apparently bunked with some of the brothers who live in Muhgrek, so he insists he can do the latter tonight. - from We Make Our Own (Loves)

W - While he and Boil did manage to get security positions for a music event in one of the cavern-like open spaces on level 38… something, the contract was only for two days, and that was a week ago. - from Time Was Away and Somewhere Else

Haha, I haven't made much progress on TWAaSE, so I feel like these wip games are going to reveal the entirety of the first 1.5 chapters 😅

No-pressure tags: @bilbosmom-belladonna @crystalshard @come-chaos @northstarfan @violentcheese

Your word is RUBY.

[s0ft-d3cay]

The Eyes of Cain, Love Violently

Shigaraki x Male Reader | Bro...my brain has been mush for the past few weeks, car shit aside. The creative worm has exited, but i have needs...so here's a little fic i wrote last year but never posted.

WARNINGS: War implications(nothing graphic), set during season ,right before the ACTURAL war arc, reader has super speed, flirting, reader gives Tomura a sort of mute against AFO’s influance(because FUCK AFO!!), mentions of infiltration, reader is mentioned to be a Lieutenant, Y/N is used, not beta read

WC: 775

Morning came not long after, that nagging in your gut only grew as he made his way up to the second level. Seating up at his radio, turning it on to listen to any chatter. Running into a private line, one Y/N figured out was filled with heroes.

Gut twisting at their conversation of infiltrating the hospital. Switching the radio over to the PLF immediately, receiving a quick response and told to stand by. Then nothing for the next five minutes static came through instead. Heart dropping, quick switching back to the heroes line.

"We have both the Doctor and Shigaraki in our curtsied…"

That was it, catching a glimpse of his phone blowing up with texts and news alerts, turning on his earpiece only confirmed his theory. Overwhelming shouts and pinpointed bombs of war sounded over. "What the hell’s going-“

"I’ll catch you up when you get here, I need you to inform your squad and the others immediately!”A woman’s voice cuts him off, her voice desperate and commanding. That’s all he needed to hear to speed up. “Alright, I’ll see you in five..” Replying back, switching on the earpiece.

Running back towards the mansion, now face to face with a destroyed hideout, completely…disintegrated. "Lieutenant, what are your orders!" Looking towards his comrades, (Y/N) immediately ordered them all split up in groups, two in the sky, six on the ground, and three out to the perimeter.

They all split, quickly leaving him in the oceanic silence. The mansion had been breached…the lab had been breached. Not good. It hadn’t been even twenty minutes and things have already gone to shit. Dust clouded his vision to the sounds of destruction, the echoes of both heroes and villains.

Without a second thought, Y/N ran straight to Tomura. He speeds over to the scene within seconds, seeing the now white haired man right in front of him, standing towards his destruction. Faced away, a red cape curved around his still frame. The utter image of the man before he made him grin, deep down he’d missed his leader dearly.

"You’re out quiet early, Grand Commander..." Y/N playfully cut the silence, watching him perk up and turn around. His white hair flowing in the wind, covering his pretty face partially. Ruby eyes gleamed soft, his expression a breathless of relief. The slight breathy exhale of his name as the villain leader walked towards Y/N.

Smiling wide, he speeds over to Tomura. The two men embrace for a moment, breathing in each other presence within the chaotic atmosphere. "…I like the cape, it really brings out your eyes.." Y/N commented quietly, a rumbling chuckle vibrated against his chest in response. A sound he’d grown to miss over the last few months.

Tomura bizarrely flinches and curves towards Y/N, whining in pain as his arms tighten. Softly, he strokes the man’s head, continuing to embrace him. His heart sinking as his worries grow. Trembling, his voice fluctuates between whispers and his low tone. "…It-it hurts, I-I can hear h-him.." He pulls away, eyes frantic over Y/N’s. His breath heaving, and stuck in his throat, strained in his words.

"I-I thought it wouldn’t I…I thought I’d be stronger than him. Then mast-" Tomura sighs out in a gutter groan through clenched teeth.

"I have something that can help..” The other man reassured, bringing up a small vial of vibrant indigo liquid. Gently taking the vial in his shaky hand, Y/N grasped his wrist, steadying the white haired man. Popping off the top, he nods towards the other before drinking it. Blinking a few times, his shaking dissipates at a slow rate.

“Better-“ A flash of orange light in the distance tears the two villains towards the unfolding war before them. Both glancing over to it, Y/N’s earpiece goes off immediately. "Lieutenant, we need your assistance-"

"Y/N we need you here now!"

"I’ll be there in five." He replies, glance back at Tomura, his red eyes on his own with the same intense stare. Knowing the chance either of them had in the moment of chaos, no longer giving them the time to reconnect. "Your welcome party might need to be set back a few hours, you don’t mind right?” Y/N jokes, walking backwards with his arms shrugging to his sides.

The white haired villain watches with a crazed expression, "I better see you when this is all over, you still need to 1v1 me." His raspy sarcastic tone pulled a laugh from the other man.

"If we’re lucky enough, I might be back in time to fight with you." He retorted back with a softened smile.

"I’d really like that, Lieutenant."

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

[summerpearlgirl]

Analysis of the Shared Character Traits of Colin & Penelope Bridgerton

I love how Bridgerton explores both the strengths and challenges of Colin and Penelope's character traits. Spoilers throughout.

My personal viewpoint is that all character traits have strengths and challenges. And that good storytelling explores both aspects.

I believe that if you find only the positive aspects of a person's character trait acceptable, you're likely to become frustrated over time. We all make mistakes from time to time. The challenging aspects of character traits will inevitably show up.

A key takeaway from Bridgerton S3 is that a long-term relationship is strongest when both parties appreciate and accept their partners' character traits in their entirety.

In this post I will discuss character traits Colin and Penelope share: spontaneity and romantic natures.

Sidenote: I am a romance girlie with ADHD. I empathise with their struggles and indulgently revel in their triumphs

1. Spontaneity

Strengths:

Adventurous: Both are risk-takers. Colin enjoys his travels. Penelope earns her own money, which is unusual for a noble lady during the Regency period.

Creative: Both have innovative ideas. Colin pilfers Cressida's necklace to prove Lord Featherington's rubies are fake. Penelope writes the Whistledown pamphlet to discredit Cressida in a single carriage ride S3E6.

Quick Decision-Making: Both don't faff around. Colin decides on a wife, house, and baby-making within 24 hours in S3E4-5.

Challenges:

Regret: Impulsive actions can lead to regret. Colin regrets going to see Cressida without making a better plan first with Eloise and Penelope in S3E8. Penelope regrets writing about Marina and Eloise.

Relationship Issues: Impulsive behaviour can strain relationships due to a lack of consideration and time given to others. I believe that if Penelope was aware of Colin's intent to marry her and they had had a longer courtship with more opportunities for safe communication, she would have told him about Whistledown before the engagement.

Difficulty Planning: Impulsive people may struggle with long-term planning and goal-setting. Colin often expresses his struggle to find a purpose, such as when he was feeding the ducks S2E5. Penelope did not plan for the long-term when she started writing Lady Whistledown and finds herself being hunted by the Queen.

2. Romantic Nature

Strengths:

Imagination: Both possess a vivid imagination. Colin's dream about Penelope at the start of S3E3 is epic. Penelope's writing about Cressida being a succubus is hilarious.

Resilience: Despite the Lady Whistledown conflict, both maintain their determination to marry. Colin's talk with Kate is enlightening on this aspect too S3E7.

Challenges:

Unrealistic expectations: Both have idealised visions of love, which leads to misunderstandings. Colin is blind to his love for Penelope because he expected it to feel like a thunderbolt striking him. Penelope thinks Colin has romantic intentions towards her when he says he will always look out for her and is heartbroken when she hears he does not want to court her in S2E8.

Vulnerability: Romantic individuals may be more susceptible to manipulation because of how powerfully they feel love. Colin is manipulated by Marina's exaggerations and love bombing in S1. Penelope is manipulated by Portia to give up her dreams because Portia says that ladies do not have dreams and serve their husband's dreams S3E6.

Difficulty with casual relationships: Romantic individuals may find it challenging to navigate casual or less romantic intimacy. Colin forlornly describes a casual encounter in his journal as “distant”. Penelope looks disappointed when Portia tells her that Debling will propose because Penelope desires a love match.

Loneliness: Without love, they experience feelings of loneliness. Colin exclaims at the Lord Squad, "Do you not find it lonely?" regarding their shallow relationships. Penelope looks very lonely when sitting at her bedroom window after the Lady Whistledown article about Colin tutoring her was published S3E4.

Quote of Pen appreciating Colin's spontaneity and romantic nature S1E8:

Colin: “I must apologise. I did not see it at first, but I know you were only trying to prevent me from heartache with Miss Thompson…But I was a fool.”

Penelope: “You were not a fool. You merely believed yourself in love. One should never apologise for that. If one finds themselves in such an incredible position. One should declare it: assuredly, fervently, loudly.”

It is beautiful that they understand and appreciate these aspects of each other 💛💙💚

[goldiipond]

What about ummmmmmmm violet tpn my friend violet tpn

let's go lesbians

[theresattrpgforthat]

THEME: Mermaids

This week’s games are all about swimming, stabbing, and sinking ships as creatures of the open ocean - or at least, a local body of water.

Siren Silk, by DOCTOR_dev.

Players take the roles of journeyfolk, the umbrella term for travelers that spread word and wares under the waters of the Swiften Sea, home of the branchia and their kingdom Ornata. Trade is done through any number of means: you can barter goods, harvest and deliver natural resources, craft at your traveling workshop, spin stories, or deliver news to the fringe settlements of Ornata.

Siren Silk is still a work in progress, but it has more than just mermaids on offer. You can play as various kinds of undersea folk, including sirens, krakens and sea serpents. Siren Silk is built on the Passkey System, which offers a diceless way to play, using something called EP. You have stat pools with various amounts of EP, which you can spend in order to gain a success; spend more EP, get a more effective success. You can also gain advantage or disadvantage in certain situations, which gives you discounts or higher EP costs. Your PCs might also take on conditions throughout their adventures that help or hinder them in mechanical ways, such as granting disadvantage, giving you extra EP, etc.

If you want to play this game with dice, there’s also a dice-rolling set of rules that correspond to the spending of EP, so I think Siren Silk has the potential to be flexible to your table.

Siren Squad, by Jennafiggers.

The Cerulean Sea needs your help! Join the Siren Squad, where you and your friends are rainbow mermaid secret agents. Summon adorable sea creatures, solve puzzles and explore for clues until you complete your Mission to keep the sea safe. This is a world where magic and technology intertwine, all sorts of fantastic sea creatures thrive, and friendship is the most powerful force of all.

Siren Squad is a cinematic game reminiscent of American Saturday morning cartoons where the heroes win and everything goes back to normal at the end of the episode. If you love the puny, light action of Totally Spies or Powerpuff Girls, the thematic characters of Streetsharks or Skylanders, or the off-the-wall adventures of Chalkzone and Ruby Gloom, you'll probably love this game.

This game is currently in play testing form, but the designers certainly seem to have high hopes for it! You appear to construct your character from a playbook, that is heavily themed to make each PC feel unique, powerful and dynamic. Right now there appears to be google sheet versions of the playbooks, which hold Quickstart characters for people who want to get a bit of a peek into the game before committing to purchasing. One of the cutest things in this game is the existence of buddy beasts! I have no idea how they work but the art for them is very very cute.

Storm Drain Mermaids, by Papertigress.

You are a feral mermaid. You and your sister sirens (the other players) live in the local city/urban waterways, each having a territory and rallying together in flood/drought/calamity situations for survival as needed…

Now is one of those times.

This is a simple one-page game that can be printed off and double as a character sheet for each player. Your mermaid has 5 stats, and a territory that “belongs” to you and therefore gives you an advantage when you act while within it. Each player also has a pool of “scales” that can be used to improve their chances with every roll, or to inflict penalties on an opposing force. The game feels balanced between chance and the spending of resources to ensure your character succeeds a healthy amount of the time. There’s also roll tables a-plenty here, to help the GM come up with ideas as the players swim through the world.

Under the Sea, by rzut-na-angielski

Over the years the story of The Little Mermaid and her horrid end was a cautionary tale for young merfolk. But you - a group of teenage friends - think that Ariel was right. Humans are sexy. Especially the one you’ve been stalking for the past month. If you can’t go up there, then you’ll have to make sure that your human gets to live under the sea with all of you. Play to hatch a polyglamorous plan to get your human some gills AND MAKE THEM FALL HEAD OVER FINS FOR ALL OF YOU!

A goofy game about falling in love and trying to get your crush to like you back, Under the Sea is 2 pages long and grants your character three simple stats: Fins, Heart and Mind. You also carry with you some kind of magic, although how you wield that magic appears to be up to player interpretation.

The game has a very clear endgame scenario: your Human mast have gills and/or be in love with you by the end of the game, or they will die / return to the surface world, never to be wooed again. The course of the game runs over three stages: finding your human, approaching them, and bringing them to the sea (where hopefully, they will fall in love).

Guardians of the Sea, by Ezra Tellington.

"Mermaids used to live in harmony with nature and, for the most parts, humans. Sure, homo sapiens sapiens was both nutritious and easy to charm, but mermaids held no animosity towards their prey. In the last century, though, everything changed: oil spills, plastics, whole species of plants and animals eradicated, what was one day an underwater paradise began to look like a wet wasteland. Mermaid population began to shrink and the remaining ones moved to further removed regions, where humans and their trash could not find them.

In the anarchist society of mermaids emerged harsh discussions: should they wage an actual war against humanity to defend their ecosystem? Some individuals insist that not all humans are at fault, but this opinion is getting less and less popular as the marine animals die out."

Guardians of the Sea looks to be a short game, approximately 9 pages long. The character skills appear to exist as rows of pips, similar to World of Darkness, which might be easy to manage visually. The game itself is mostly about capitalism and ecology; a war rising from the ocean as the onset of climate change makes your characters’ homes uninhabitable. If you like stories that have a little bit of revenge in them, you might like this game.

A Salt Kiss Remains by Whimsy Machine.

A Salt Kiss Remains is game of mermaids, magic, and monsters in the great open sea and the land it crashes upon. We play as denizens of the ocean or other aquatic environments, exploring and protecting this world. These adventures can be lighthearted and fun, exploring sunken ruins of ancient humans, falling in love, and building families, and they can reach like the sea ever deeper. In these dark depths, we explore the damage humans cause to the oceans, what it means to be predator and prey, and the unfathomable mysteries of this vast world.

A Salt Kiss Remains may still be in alpha, but it is FULL of moves, in a way that feels slightly reminiscent of Apocalypse World. Each move references a specific situation in the game, and some of them specifically use a resource called corruption in order to help your mermaids to magical things. This includes (but is not limited to), sapping all life from a location, reading the entrails of dead creatures as a form of augury, and warping the forms of other creatures to your will.

The game also comes with a set of introductory adventures, which may be helpful for GM’s who want a solid place to start, or even just some inspiration for the kinds of stories you can tell with A Salt Kiss Remains.

Radioactive Mermaids of the Burning Sargasso, by kumada1.

In the year 2020, the world was veiled in darkness. The wind stopped. The sea was wild. The earth began to rot. And humanity went into decline. Five thousand and fifty three years have passed since then. It is now the year 2021. Life clings desperately to the ocean.

Two things are true: you are a mermaid, and you are rad.

Specifically, you are a radiotrophic being, feeding on the hazardous background noise of the universe to fuel your cool powers.

In the oceanic zone where you live, the Burning Sargasso, you are unique among lifeforms. Most creatures here are radiation-resistant, but you actively absorb and neutralize it. This makes you something of a keystone species. It also gives you potent science-magic powers, and one heck of an obligation.

Radioactive Mermaids of the Sargasso revolves around building an enclave in the sargasso and improving it, for both your sake and the sake of the wildlife around you. You’ll collaboratively define the elements of your enclave, and work together to make it flourish. Tending to the garden doles out Tedium to the caretakers, which can force your mermaid to leave the enclave if they accrue too much - eventually freedom becomes too alluring to resist. Your character might also accrue something called Rads, which don’t harm you, but can be used to fuel your science-magic powers.

If you want a unique take on mermaids and a collective, clear goal, you might want to check out Radioactive Mermaids of the Sargasso.

Seven Deadly Sirens by Litza Bronwyn.

In this game, you play one of seven types of mermaids and roll with seven deadly sins to power your basic and special moves in order to summon ships, lure men to you, devour their hearts, and collect their treasures.

Previously released, this second version of the game contains updated information based on playtesting feedback, beautiful stock imagery, and new formatting.

Each of the seven playbooks comes with a section for describing your character, filling out the bonuses for your seven sins (used as stats), relationship questions, special moves, and a place to keep track of your wounds, experience, how much treasure you've collected, and how many hearts you've devoured (which you can use to enhance more powerful moves).

Seven Deadly Sirens feels the most gritty on this list, with bonuses and negatives for various moves being determined by your Sins, which measure things such as your desire for sex, food, possessions, etc. You are all different kinds of mermaids, inspired by various sea creatures, granting you unique moves that match your playbook - such as the mer-eel, who is slippery and has a unique relationship with lightning.

This game also highlights relationships, both between the PCs and the men they will encounter. Men are cruel and lovely; they are potential lovers, victims, opponents, and so much more. Will you consume them? Or will they consume you? Play to find out.

[valscodblog]

"The Crash"-A Ruby "Jewel" Ramirez Dialogue

"Name one mission that gives you nightmares."

"...November eleventh, two thousand."

"...What went down, if i can ask?"

"...A bomb."

"...From who?"

"...Russian planes. They were so high above me-I was landing anyways-but they were so high up above me...I didn't see 'em until it was to late."

"Is that why you quit the Air Force, Jewel? Joined the SAS?"

"Yeah, it is, Price."

"...Damn...Mind going into more detail-for the files, I mean."

"...Sure."

She looked down at her feet and sighed before slouching in her chair and then sitting up straight again.

"I was, uhm...Sixteen at the time. I had joined underage due to my father getting my date of birth wrong on my birth forms."

"How?"

"He was a drunk-a bad one."

"ah...Go on, Love."

she inhaled and started talking again, seeing that Price wasn't even looking at her-but her forms.

"Well, uhm...We had a successful...Fireworks show."

"Fireworks show?"

"...You know the code, Cap'in."

"Ah..go on."

"I was damn near base-but they were even closer...and high above-like I said. They dropped some bombs to make themselves lighter-they didn't even know that we had a base where they bombed."

"...Fuckin' Jesus."

"yeah-and my dad warned me to jump plane-but I couldn't. I was too scared-I couldn't move. At all...I was frozen...My dad came up to the cockpit and tried shakin' me alive-didn't work. I was too scared to move."

"...That's why you like to drive then?"

"Hate driving. I've been in more than one kind of crash, John."

"How many? And what kind?"

"Car, Plane...motorcycle...Fair Ride..."

"...How are alive?"

"Because God Loves to see me suffer. He thinks it's funny."

"hey now. Be real."

She sighed.

"I'm trying-but talking about this...scares me. My dad's face is all fucked up-cuz of Me. They US Army told me to quit-so many times."

"Well...your one of the best rookies I've ever had, Y'know...that Army must be on drugs."

"Half of 'em did-or used to, being honest."

"Jesus."

"yeah. Life was fine back in the US...not that I live here in the UK."

"...And why not? I hear Liverpool's rent is on the cheaper side."

"...Cheaper than the state's?"

"...No."

"Didn't think so."

And with that, she walked out, and looked at her lieuntant-he had heard everything and she could tell.

"Hope you enjoyed story time! Come on back next week to hear about how I fucked up a whole squad and nearly got killed doing it!"

She shouted angrily as she walked off from Him. He stood there, looking at her-and then the open door, and Price behind his desk.

"Go on-Go after her."

and He was off.

"Corporal!"

"Que!?"

"Watch your tone, young lady!"

"Like your my dad!"

"I'm old enough to be!"

"Oh really!? Your fifteen years older than me!?"

"More than..."

She glared up at him through her goggles. He glared back. They held each other's glares for such a long time, that Soap thought that they were talking to each other in their minds.

"...Fuck you."

"Station eight-all week."

"Only Price-"

"Price said I could give permission if you acted up."

"Wow...Must be special."

"More work-less talk, Lovie."

"Shut up, Riley...your not my fuckin' boss...I was a fuckin' commander once-I killed a whole enemy squad...And I can kill you too."

"But you won't because ye like me. Innit right?"

"...Fuck you..."

She looked down and walked away, slipping a knife into Simon's palm.

"What's this?"

"Look in the handle. See you."

He flipped the knife open-"Happy birthday Simon!"

"...Me Birfday...hmph."