#I wish I learnt about it sooner

[imasillygooose]

It's actually so late for me rn but I don't care bc OH MY GOD????? THAT WAS ACTUALLY SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL IM LITERALLY SOBBING 😭😭

Oh my god thank you so much Jorge and the rest of the cast and crew (AND THE ANIMATORS, BC DAMNNN THOSE ANIMATIONS WERE INSANE), this was genuinely one of the most moving and beautiful pieces of art I've seen in a WHILE I can't even put it into words zhbalehdvskdb

[signedkoko]

Alastor | Stolas | Vox [Comfort]

In which the two of you bump into your abusive ex who just arrived in hell.

You and Alastor always went on walks through hell together, since you enjoyed exploring the outdoors and he enjoyed people watching

Normally things were relatively peaceful, most, if not everyone, knew the radio demon down to every detail, and avoided him at a mere glimpse

He enjoyed telling you about things that reminded him of his past, or encounters he'd had just down the street, while you listened and observed with awe

Unfortunately, your usually peaceful walk was rudely interrupted by an obnoxious shout in your direction

There was someone who looked severely out of place, likely having just fallen, stumbling towards you with a seething grin

Alastor was already annoyed the moment anyone interrupted him, but even more so at the fact that this individual was shouting obscenities at his darling

Nevertheless, he stood stoic by your side, only glancing down at the shorter individual with an animalistic twitch in his eyes

" Can't you hear me, fucking bitch! You're the slut who put me down her- "

Once your hand gripped onto Alastor's wrist, tugging him, the man's head was sliced clean off, smashing into a building across the street and leaving a visceral splatter

Alastor was already removing his wrist from your hand to wipe the blood from his cane with a handkerchief

Once the body hit the ground with a thud, he had his arm around your waist and lifted you over it, continuing his walk as if nothing had occurred

" And that impeccable diner over there! I just have to take you, it reminds me of my many evenings after the late shows! "

Stolas had heard enough about the life you lived on earth, each momentous day and each sad tale that made up your story

He knew he was never able to protect you up there, and vows to do so now that you are by his side in the afterlife, offering an eternity of protection

Inevitably, he understood some people who had hurt you would eventually find themselves down here, and that some may try to hurt you, so he refused to let you wander alone for too long

It didn't even have to be him, so long as someone he knew could protect you was nearby

Unfortunately, the first to find you was the worst possible individual

The one who had raised their hand so many times to you, and left you with scars Stolas wished he could erase along with every worry

It was one of your date nights, visiting some upper class restaurant after having washed a romance in theatres

You were both dressed to the nines, laughing in one another's company and waiting for the cab you'd called since you'd finished sooner than expected

The both of you climbed in, only for the doors to instantly lock, tearing off without any word or signal from either of you

Stolas laughed it off for a moment, asking the driver if he already knew your destination, though he stopped when he noticed your eyes locked onto the rearview mirror

" Already moving on to someone else? Think I'm not good enough for you? "

The voice was calm but eerie, aimed directly as you

You looked horrified, and Stolas' heart raced as he connected the pieces together

One moment, the car was racing down the road, and the next, you were in the royalty's arms being carried away from a totalled car burning up in flames

You'd only blinked your eyes

Stolas held you tighter that evening, and refused to let go for weeks after

Vox was an extremely busy person

So unfortunately your intimate time together was rare

Despite that, Vox always invited you into his studio with him while he worked, so at least you'd be near one another and he could know you were safe

I mean, you were always safe so long as he could reach you, and modern tech was everywhere in hell nowadays

But he was extra protective since he'd learnt your ex had entered hell

Had he told you? No. Did he feel guilty about it? Yes.

But he just didn't want you to have to worry, and seeing you happily working away at a new project or hobby without a care in the world was just so, so...precious

Eventually he knew he would have to crack the news, but he hadn't anticipated your ex would find you so soon

It was a late night in the studio, with Vox overlooking several large screens as countless information transferred to and from his own database, analysing every media and algorithm

You were behind him, sat in a leather armchair, reading one of the many books that lined the book shelf he kept around as decoration

People came in and out of the floor through an elevator, though as the time got later, the frequency dwindled down severely

When it dinged for the first time that hour, neither of you were too bothered, Vox continuing without a flinch and you looking up for just a moment

Your gaze never went back to your book, though, stuck on the face that had a hateful sneer aimed straight at you

The phone in your pocket dinged with an alert, something about your heart rate increasing drastically in too short a time, and the information registered into Vox in milliseconds

" Finally, I fucking found you! "

One step out of the elevator, and the door clamped shut around their second leg with a loud crack, forcing your ex down onto one knee

Vox only turned to you, ignoring the wailing figure

" Oh man I really should have told you they were here! You can yell at me after. "

The suited man then walked towards your ex as the doors slowly released, kneeling down in front of him with a cackle

" Pathetic. Freak. "

Vox kicked them back into the elevator, and you heard the thing drop at high speeds back down the skyscraper

Security would handle the mess

Author's Note - I wanted to write for some of my favs to get us started off, and went for a prompt I see pretty often. If you like what I do, please consider sending in a request 🖤

[rkiveinmarvel]

upon a different life - james bucky barnes des. barnes never trusted you, not once. but upon a different life, he would. notes. angst/comfort, establishing relationship, slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers, i miss bucky, avengers being siblings (and weak for plot),mentions of violence,

hello! it's my bucky fic! i had a bucky fic back then but I deleted it anyway, this was supposed to be a one part but i got carried away, enjoy barnes knowing you! *i wrote this around 3am so, if i have some mistakes, i'm sorry!!*

(part i) (part ii) | w.c: 3.5k

James Buchanan Barnes is slowly getting used to in living with Avengers and the era he is in, in general, he enjoys the slowly yet steady step to forgive himself and earn forgiveness to those people around him as well familiarizing the more advanced world, but nightmares and remarks of his past action come and go; everyone notices it, especially his friend Steve Rogers, but despite this minor setback, he still move forward because it’s not every day, that you die in the 80s and woke up 75 years later. 

In terms of forgiving, the sergeant doesn’t know if the genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist have forgiven him—it’s not a secret Stark gives the money and sponsor on the compound they live in but despite his hesitation to live with them, Stark still offered him—it might be a silent agreement with Rogers but somehow, Barnes hopes Stark acknowledges how sorry he was. 

But among other things, he wishes he can finally get used to. He finds himself not getting used to you. Even the entire team knows how much James hates you; to you, it’s no secret: you’re his last handler afterall and if the tables are different, you would hate Barnes too. Before Zemo took control of Barnes as Winter Soldier, you were his last boss, a menace actually, you would let him be used. He gets used by someone, you get rich, a simple deal between HYDRA and you. But that changed, when the Winter Soldier regained his memory; with no leverage in making a deal with HYDRA, the Black Widow offered you a place to stay.

It was a nice place, really, a lot nicer than the one you lived in, except, maybe for the fact that you’re still under someone jurisdiction: while the sergeant is able to roam around the city, you keep staring at the wonderful electronic tag in your ankle: in your deduction, you believe that the Avengers are only keeping you alive because of what you know—it’s not even sympathy why the Black Widow offered you stay with them, it’s more of a business. 

From the moment you receive glares from everyone in the room, you know damn well that this is just another business. So, it is indeed a surprise, when the A.I enters your room.

“Ha, did Stark send you to check on me again, Vision?” You asked as the artificial intelligence gave you a look. Despite the team’s lack of enthusiasm with you, Vision, Clint, and Thor are the only ones who seem to talk to you. You have talks with Natasha, Tony, and Bruce as well, but it is more of a business than a talk. 

“No, I was wondering if you wish to join me, Clint, and Wanda to watch Dick Van Dyke, she seems very excited about it.”

“What makes you think she wants me to join you guys?” You asked hypothetically.

Vision nodded as he glanced at your electronic tag. “If it makes you feel better, they don’t really hate you that much. In my defense, I think you only did the things you have done because you want to survive.” You scoffed as you said that. 

“Well, tell that to Sergeant Bar–” but Vision cut you off. “People won’t always use you. The sooner you learn that, the sooner you realize you’re more than just a HYDRA pawn.” You stared at him, as he continued. “At least, that’s what I observed with Sergeant Barnes.”

“Thanks, Vision.” You gave a bland smile, as he left your room. A part of you wants forgiveness, but for someone who learnt life in a hard way, you’re hesitating to give this one a try. Yet for once, a robot was more human than you.

A year after an endless discussion between the Avengers, they decided to remove the electronic tagging and let you roam freely, but still under their jurisdiction. Somehow, Stark and Banner acknowledge your knowledge while the rest give respect to your fighting ways and quick judgment; well, all of them are getting used to you. Well, maybe except for Bucky. Steve told you it takes time, but to your knowledge, it won’t take time because it won’t happen. You accepted the terms that Barnes will not and never forgive you, you don’t blame him though, mostly you blame yourself.

In this scene, you finally learn to adjust, not going out of your room if he was outside, not training–the same time as him, and definitely not talking to him; even a spare glance, felt like a struggling pain of unforgiven lingering. The team respected Barnes more than they respected you, but somehow, it felt like you finally belonged to something. Well, atleast, that’s what you thought.

Their mission to infiltrate HYDRA failed terribly, despite the information you gave them, they weren’t prepared and outnumbered. Despite their failure, they were able to take a hit on HYDRA’s camp, it’s not much but still affected HYDRA. As the quinjet landed on the hangar, the medical team supported those who were injured. A lot of them were, including those who sometimes get out without a scratch.

In the med bay: you saw Clint and Sam—they somehow, took a toll, as you walked further, you saw the entire team taking care of their small cuts, with them helping another, they were able to close the wounds, well, maybe except for the Winter Soldier—or as they call him the White Wolf. On the back of his right shoulder, he was bleeding badly, despite having all the needed things to tend his wounds around him, he sat on the bed feeling out of place, besides it’s only a shoulder wound. 

Due to the lack of people in the med bay, you offered help in the team. As you finished to tend some of the team’s wounds including Rogers’ and Romanoff’s. Your eyes met a struggling Bucky Barnes, grasping his right shoulder with his metal arm. Your footsteps were slow as you walk towards him.

“...Do you need help?” He wanted to say no, everything part of him says no, but as he glanced that there’s no person who can help him in his injury, he nodded. Afterall, you’re also the one who patches him up whenever he gets injured in his missions back then.

You carefully clean his wound as you tend him, you wipe the dirt and the things visible that might infect the wound, as you try to start a talk. “Was it bad out there? In the mission, I mean..” He just let out a grunt, which you expected, but he replied with. “They have three more Super Soldiers and one enhanced, just like Wanda.”

You didn’t respond, just continued stitching his wound. As you finish, you put on some bandages as he asked. “Did you know?” Barnes asked.

“Did you know about the Super Soldiers?” He asked again, for a quick moment, you realized that he is still an assassin, you felt his anger and bloodlust. At that moment, you wish you didn’t work with HYDRA. In truth, you didn’t know where they were but you knew HYDRA didn’t stop making them. But your stuttering left the Sergeant furious even more.

“I–I..” That was the only thing you could say when you suddenly felt his metal hand around your neck, at other times this can be hot and daring, but at this time, you were damn sure that the Sergeant would be able to crack your neck: he could kill you. The team in the med bay immediately sat up. 

“Buck, put her down.” You assumed it was Rogers who was talking to the Sergeant. As it was getting hard to breath, James starts to explain that you knew there were Super Soldiers, in that Rogers asked you. 

“Did you actually know?” Barnes shook you, as you met the Captain’s eyes. “I did.” Before James finally kills, you continue. “I didn’t know they were stationed there.”

If this was a HYDRA facility, they would’ve shot you despite you telling the truth, Wanda nodded, a confirmation that you were telling the truth. Steve asked Bucky to let go of you, with an angered stare, he let go. As you try to catch your breath, you notice some of the bandage of Rogers came off. You reached your hand to help him but a metal hand covered your wrist. 

“Stop pretending to be a good guy, we know you’re глупая игрушка of HYDRA.” He grabs your wrist tighter. “You’re not even part of the team.” That was the last straw, you pulled your wrist away, as you searched for someone to stand with you but all you saw was them looking away from you, even Vision. You nodded as you felt some tears sting. You never actually belonged in the team. Just like Barnes said, a глупая игрушка. 

A stupid toy.

Stark spotted you, making tea in the middle of the night. “So, you’re the one that’s drinking tea.” His voice echoed in the empty kitchen. You nodded as you asked him if he wanted some, as he nodded. “Heard what happened.”

“Of course, you do.” Stark eyed you as you finally sat down and Stark rolled his eyes. “I forgave Terminator a while ago.” You looked at him.

“I know he took everything from me, but, I guess it’s just the way it is…Pepper is really good at convincing , I give her that, well, maybe because we–”

“Are pregnant…?” You asked, in which Stark immediately shook his head and chuckled. “Well, no, but, I just want peace, you know.” 

“That’s a bit out of character.” You commented. “Ah, the secret service have their humor.” The billionaire chuckled. As he glanced at the stair towards the rooms. “You did not know about the soldiers but, the information you gave was really helpful. We can start with that.” As Stark stood up. He added.

“Oh, and next time, make sure you suit up. You can tag along in the mission if you want, secret service.” Stark walked away with a smug smirk. “You sure, they’ll allow me in the field, Mr. Stark?”

“Maybe not. But, we have a higher chance of winning if they don't know what they’re up against.” He said as he left. But, when the morning comes, there’s no trace of you—only the cup of tea you shared with Tony and a room filled with your stuff, as well as, a folder with all of HYDRA’s information and coordinates in sticky notes. As the team assembled, they wondered if you were stolen from them or you were actually planning to betray them a long time ago.

And there’s only one way to find out.

As the Avengers rode the quinjet, Stark drove peacefully as Romanoff shared her side. “Steve, if we do this and see her there, we can’t save them like we did back then.”

“We didn’t save her, Romanoff. We used her…” Steve added. “But, you guys cared for them too.” His eyes fall on Bucky. “Buck, I know this is—”

“It’s a mission. As long as we’re done. I don’t care what happens to them.” James added.

As they reach the base of HYDRA, with the coordinates in the folder, they immediately search for you, but to their mistake, they fall right into a trap. Not even their strongest and the witch was able to see the trap, as they sat and chained in chairs, Natasha cracked a joke.

“This is probably their revenge.” In which none of them find them funny. Especially the guy with a metal arm. As the time passes with the endless blabbering of the man on the computer, lights and warning signs alarmed the area: as the Avengers look for an escape. It was an unfamiliar site, even for Bucky, all of the soldiers on HYDRA are getting deployed, what could possibly be the reason? As the chain, holding the Avengers finally loose, they stood up immediately, they ran in the door meeting you.

“ROGERS?!” You asked breathlessly. They were all confused but much more concerned about the blood painting your entire body. “Oh, it’s not mine.” You said in a smile. “We have to run, quinjet is outside the building.” As the team sprinted outside, surprise to see the number of bodies you took down. 

“You took them all down?” Natasha asked as the quinjet was finally visible. “Ah, yeah. I was raised by them so, nevermind, we have to go.”

It was going so well, but in the escape, a lot of missiles were aimed at the quinjet, as you, Sam, Tony, Wanda, and Sergeant Barnes fought the trailing jet in the back of quinjet, James rode a jet that is about to crash with another, he dodged the explosion but fell unconscious. Without thinking, you jumped out of the quinjet to save his unconscious body, hoping it’s water underneath all the chaos. 

As the cold temperature of water hit you, you swam to get the sergeant’s body. People in quinjet knew what happened, but in the height of the situation, they had no choice but to continue to flee; hope to save the sergeant and you, tomorrow.

The sergeant woke up in a bed made of leaves and an open night-sky. As he familiarize with his surroundings, he saw the heat radiating from a bonfire and you sitting by the shore. It was as if you sensed him.

“You’re finally awake.” You said as you walked towards him; he immediately tensed up. “Oh, right.” you placed the sugarcane on the sand as you sat down. “Tony would probably search for us tomorrow, once the sky is cleared.” You added but he is still weary of your presence. 

“What’re you playing at?” He asked, as you looked at him.

“What do you mean?”

“You being a goody-two-shoes, you know, none of us trust you.” He added finally, grabbing the sugar cane munching it. “And now, you leaving and suddenly appearing at the HYDRA facility, makes you more of a traitor than a help to us, so, what’s really your play?”

“...I want to help—”

“You have a funny way of showing it…” He grumbled as you replied. When you hear him grumble, you grab a swiss knife in your pocket, as you did when he was on guard but then, you place it on the sand and look at him. “I wasn’t there because I wish to betray anyone, I was there because…..” 

You sighed and looked at him. “I wanted to apologize to you. What I did in those years is unforgivable, hell, even I would be angry if I was in your position. I wanted to apologize to you and your family, the one you grew up with. I want to see if HYDRA knows about them, in that way, I can apologize for manipulating Winnifred’s only son and Rebecca’s only brother.” 

Bucky stared at you. “But who am I kidding, it is full of shit..I just really hoped because—I finally felt like I was part of a team. It’s a bit much, right? I was ahead of myself.” You chuckled. As you stare at the sea, you continue. “The swiss knife will be there, do whatever you want with it. Whether you used it for survival or against me, it’s up to you.” You smiled at Bucky.

“This probably will make you hate me even more but it truly means everything, I am really sorry, Bucky.” 

That was the first time he heard you mutter his name. His first time seeing you smile. His first time hearing you say sorry; his first time seeing you.  As the night grew deeper, you fell asleep, except for the guy with a metal arm, he fidgeted with the swiss knife and kept glancing at you. He has you, he can kill you, revenge. With a lot of contemplation; balancing his morals, he stood up, gripping the swiss knife tightly and went to your sleeping body.

He was really thankful that you were asleep.

You watch from upstairs as you see the God of Thunder, the White Wolf, and Captain America struggle with their new phone given by Stark.

“10 Bucks says Barnes will break it.” Sam told you as he stood watching the three as well. “20 Bucks says Odinson will be the one who will break it.” You added; to anyone’s surprise, it was Steve who made the screen crack. 

“Dammit.” Sam muttered as you noticed his suit. “Got a date or something?” Sam just nodded and said something about meeting his sister in the bank, as he left, you called Barnes out. “Sergeant, we’re losing daylight, let’s go.” You said as he ran upstairs, leaving the compound as well, with you next to him. 

He grips the swiss knife tightly, as he walks to your unconscious body as he shakes you awake.  “Hey.” he muttered slowly: “Did you find them? Rebecca, I mean…” In your state, you would have said something random but as you met his eyes, he was just pleading as you nodded, he retracted the knife and handed it to you. 

“Go say your apologies to them then. Bring me to them.” In that he awkwardly smiled but was sincere. “Okay.” As he went to his side on the sand, he then sighed, “It means everything, Thanks for saying that.” With a soft heart, you slept soundly and Barnes did too as the sand felt more like the best bed in town.

As you drive, Barnes asks how you find his family. “It was more of how HYDRA hid it, what surprised me is that—they don’t pick dead bodies up in the 40s?” In that, Bucky eyed you. “What do you mean? I fell of the—”

“If I was like one of the bosses, I would’ve.” Bucky sighed. “It was war back then, it was better to leave them, I guess.” You sighed and acknowledged his explanation. As you two reach Brooklyn, his eyes wander. “First time back in Brooklyn?” he nodded as he explained how different times were. He wasn’t talkative much, but you saw how his eyes lit up when the corners of Brooklyn hit him home. As we reach the cemetery, you glance at the grave.

“This is Rebecca’s and your Mom’s. I couldn’t find anything on your father, I’m sorry.” As Barnes walked out the car with flowers in his hand, you watched him but then he opened your door, “Aren’t you going to apologize to them too?” You smiled and got out of the car, “I did say that.”

We stayed there for a few minutes, as Bucky walked to get something in the car, he heard your voice talking to them as if they were still alive, it felt new to him, this side of you, it’s more warmer than before. He walks cautiously as he slowly hears a bit of your words. “Rebecca and Mrs. Barnes you have an amazing brother and a son.” 

Despite everything and hate lurking in his chest towards you, his painful experience, he was willing to give this forgiveness a shot, because he was a human and not a machine. 

As the two of you drove back to the compound, the silence was now replaced with a calmer one, which Bucky glanced at you. “Something wrong?” He asked you. 

“No, it’s just, I don’t know what we should talk about, I’m still getting used to this too. Food that is warm, going to places that don't require guards, a bit warmer home, and bright home, and a house full of people, still getting used to it, I guess.” You explained.

“Well, me and you are on the same boat.” He added assuring you. The ride back was more of a relaxed one, as you heard Bucky’s stomach growl. “We should eat something.” Before he could protest, you parked the car and you two went inside a diner. 

As you two sat, you kept glancing at the machine on the edge of the table, as you saw Bucky eyeing it as well. “What is it?” You asked him, as he cleared his throat. “A Jukebox.” but your lack of response made him look at you. “You don’t know what—”

You shook your head. “Well, with HYDRA raising me I only know the static radio.” You explained, looking away awkwardly. “Oh, it’s a music box, like a vinyl but you need a quarter to play a song.” He explained as you nodded. “I have a quarter.” As you give him the quarter, he signals you to press a button to play music.  As you two eat a meal in the diner: the low volume of Chet Baker’s I Never Been In Love Before plays, it is safe to say that two people felt more human than before and a lingering warm feeling in their chest. Safe to say, they’ve never been in love before.

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[jolalibrary]

stockings and stars

javier peña x f!reader

summary: Still need the star putting on the top of the tree. ive got other plans for you Because I’m the star? yeah you're my star and youre not going anywhere but on your back

from the late night texts world - but can still be enjoyed on its own. chapter warnings: allusion to/mentions of smut. no actual smut. javi undresses you, though. flirting. fluff. reader wears red lingerie and a dressing gown. javi flirting. sexy talk, romcom vibes ofc ✨ wordcount: 3k

an: to @goodwithcheese merry christmas from me, to you. thank you for everything, for the tuesday fun we have - i wanted nothing more than to have this out sooner, but life, you know? but, i adore you. and I'm so glad we found one another. ahuge thanks to @thetriumphantpanda who cheerleaded for me throughout.

text key: bold is you/reader | italics is javi

Will I be seeing Santa Javi today? I want to decorate my tree.

one time I come to yours in a red shirt

You also had the tree under your arm and a bag of baubles, I’d class those as gifts.

keep talking baby and you can decorate your tree alone

Think I’m gonna wear that shirt you left here while I do it. Make sure I have to get up on my tip toes. Hope it doesn't rise up...

you don’t play fair

I think I’ll be in stockings too…

youre killing me

Maybe they’re white and red, and…

baby if i wasn’t putting this thing up for Pop, i’d be driving over right now

Hope you hurry up, I need someone tall to put the star on top of the tree.

how am I gonna eat you out when youre perched on the tree baby

The last thing on his to-do list from his Pop is to hang the front porch garland.

He had learnt there had been a huge difference in the front and the back porch garlands. A fifteen-minute-long difference when he'd timed the response given to his sarcastic answer.

Javi learnt there was not only one for the back porch and the front, but one which sat across the fireplace and one on the staircase.

He learnt that after he'd made a joke about mixing them up—earning himself a very pointed glare, and the task of the front porch.

Now, it’s a battle he’s losing.

Tremendously so.

While he’d never want his Pop to do the more challenging tasks, he did rather hate he hadn’t thought to trade this one in for the back porch at the very least—because that had looked fucking easy.

Holding the garland in hand, he’s suddenly hit with a second wave of nostalgia, the first having arrived when he'd pulled down the box and peered into it.

It did the same thing as it had done then, all but rushed over him, layering itself on his shoulders, sitting, nothing short of a comfortable weight on him. Letting his gaze fall out over it, he smiles at the tuffs of fabric, all the bows tied by hand, all in an array of sizes and shades.

Over time, he can see how they've become sun-dyed, remembering the first year they'd been sewn into the faux greenery by his mamá, memories of her all hunched over, humming carols.

Smiling, he rolls his lips, letting out a heavier sigh than he intended as he drags it to the post he’d begin at.

But, all he wonders is whether in the years he wasn’t here, whether it was occasionally hung—or if this year is just that special.

The mere hint that he was going to ask if you wished to spend Christmas at the ranch had sent his Pop into overdrive. Practically yanked him out of his chair like he’d been electrified, a bunch of orders being flung from under his white, wiry moustache that they needed to get ready.

He wasn't sure he'd get the image of his Pop suddenly scrambling around like a man half his age, to drag the decorations out from the cupboard, would ever be erased from his mind. Least of all the sound you'd made aww'ing down the phone when he'd given you a condensed version of the story.

Because he hasn't asked you yet, not properly.

Even though he's spent the last two days at the back of barns and spending a ridiculous amount of time at the hardware store—because we need to make sure the lights stay up, Jav.

He just hasn't found the right time to ask you. A promise each time he goes to see you left in the air. Not that his Pop remembers that, instead he's just busy thinking up ways to make it special: one of which includes decorating the trees at the entrance to the ranch.

An idea having sprouted with the newest ranch hand—one which, if Javi overheard correctly, involves rope acting like tinsel and a cowboy hat being the star on the top of the trees.

Feeling his phone vibrate, he temporarily ignores it as he begins to weave the beginning of the garland around the wood—already knowing, before he tries to move it around the spindles, that it isn’t going to be easy.

Because nothing ever fucking is.

Least of all when you’re waiting for him.

His mind begins to concoct images of you in bows and sheer material, lips painted, sat waiting, smelling nothing short of heavenly as you call out for—

“Fuck,” he shouts, dropping the garland to the ground.

It had pricked him, stabbed him right in the skin—hand shaking the pain out, face likely all scrunched. And, if it didn't have sentimental value, he's sure he'd have kicked its protesting ass with everything he had. Instead, he just narrows his eyes more than he had done moments ago as he begins again.

He feels his nostrils flare when it begins to undo itself. The sound of faux bristles on wood grates him before it will even attempt to do what he needs it to.

And it makes him want to quit, to throw it back into the box and tell his Pop it isn’t worth it. But he knows it is. Knows that his mama didn’t spend hours bent over under flickering light for it not to be seen.

Javi also strongly suspects you’d love it. Likely run your fingers over several bows asking who made it. He can even imagine the look of joy on your face when he tells you.

It’s why, if he didn’t already suspect it anyway, he’s pretty sure his Pop loves you more than him. Because even the first Christmas he was back, there weren’t this many decorations; not nearly as much need to have them all out, either.

Not that Javi really minds—or blames him.

There’s a notable shift in energy when you stay over. Even more so in him. He can see there’s a cheer and a glow to the place—one Javi hates watching vanish when he takes you back to your place.

It's why, when—and where—he can, he fights for you to be here. Practically finds convincing ways to do so, including, crossword puzzles, dinner, and two-person showers. But, at some stage, your clothing dwindles, underwear runs low, and he has to make the painful drive into town to return you to your place.

Your fingers in his hair, practically clambered into his lap as you whisper that you’ll be back before he knows it. His fingers on your chin, thumb stroking out the words he says right back—that he’ll miss you all the same.

Javier Peña. Texan softie—what will the world think?

He only thinks one thing when he drives back—a response which had been there on his lips. Guess they’ll see just how much I love you. A thing you know, comment on, say back to him first thing in the morning and last thing at night. An array of promises there, sometimes spoken at a normal level and sometimes whispered.

You always keep them, just like the one that you are always back before he knows it.

He likes it when you are. Enjoys it when you’re nestled beside him, arm across his chest, hand close to his ribs—strumming them, tracing lines and words he tries to understand before sleep takes him.

He still always sleeps better when you’re beside him. When his breathing can mirror yours, when he can feel for you in the night when he’s awoken with nightmares and things he knows won’t ever come true.

Now, he’s fighting a different battle. One to get to you.

Halted in his path to freedom by the garland which refused to be hung, and could be labelled as giving him more grief than the horses which had banded together. A phrase he never thought he’d admit out loud, never mind think.

You still fighting with the garland?

baby its torturing me on purpose

Do you want me to come and help?

will you come in the stockings

No!! Your dad is there.

then stay there actually lie down, but do not begin without me

Still need the star putting on the top of the tree.

ive got other plans for you

Because I’m the star?

yeah you're my star and youre not going anywhere but on your back

Hurry then.

i’m hurrying

He does hurry—practically scratched up by the time he’s parking his truck outside your place.

As he takes the step up to your door, Javi realises how much he misses it here when he doesn’t visit. A place less frequent and often spent time in, even under your insistence of renting it.

It is always usually a stopping point, him parking up, letting you go in and grab what you need before you're back in his truck, heading back to his.

He does like your place though, likes how small it is, how cosy. Plus, it has all the things which make you, you. A thing his place is currently missing.

Although, as he steps through the door, and calls your name, he does have to admit it currently looks fucking ridiculous.

On a good day, he’d describe your place as crowded, but right now, it’s claustrophobic.

The tree you’d forced him to get is shoved into a corner, branches fluffed out, surrounded by the piles of unpacked boxes you’ve tried to discreetly hide. Your remaining floorspace is overtaken by a bit of rug, several piles of books (you have no room for, but continue to buy) and odd bits of furniture you find and attempt to restore.

For the most part, you’ve decorated. A thing you did inform him of.

You’ll be pleased to know when you get here your only job is the star. managed it all yourself, did you I’m a very competent woman, Javi. oh i know baby ive seen you with a crossword Does that do it for you? Me finishing a crossword. does something to me Get over here. im leaving now

There’s a warm, comforting glow spread out across the place from the fairy lights you’ve hung and the array of mismatched decorations—both bought and handmade—hanging from branches.

He breathes in the scent of orange which hangs in the air, his eyes finding the culprit on your fireplace, a garland—one not dissimilar to the one he’d been battled with—places there, mocking him due to the ease of which had been laid, with oranges and little beads all entwined within it.

Snorting, he glances back at your tree, spotting the things he's been with you when you've bought. And, as promised—and informed him through text—there’s nothing at the top of your tree.

“You finally made it!”

Spinning on his heel, he comes face to face with you, and fuck if the sight of you doesn’t make it all worth it.

Dressed in a red, silky dressing gown, all tied in the middle, you're a vision. Then, there's the fact your lips are painted a shade he’d now famously dub Christmas red, a colour he wants nothing more than to be stained with. A path of it from his mouth down to the space where his jeans meet his hips. A thought which seems to only make how tight his jeans are even more uncomfortable.

“Cariño, you’re…”

You sway a little, letting the fabric move—allowing his gaze to land on the stockings. The ones he’s been thinking about all afternoon. The ones he can’t wait to feel under his palm and know whether they’ll create friction when wrapped around his waist.

“Fuck me.”

“I’m kinda banking on it,” you say, biting your red-painted lip. “But first…”

His hand crawls around your waist, feeling the smooth, soft texture under his hand—swallowing, dragging his eyes up and down you, unsure how he could ever be so lucky—how something so good could ever be here for him to unwrap.

“I need you to hang the star,” you continue.

“Right now?”

Nodding, you ghost your lips over his. “I’ve been so good waiting for you.”

“You're never good. You, baby, are a menace.”

“I’m your menace.”

Snorting, he presses a kiss to your lips. “Damn right, you are.”

Moving from you, reluctantly, only to pick up the gold star he assumes you want to hang, getting a nod from you that he’s right.

“Need to ask you something too.”

And even though he’s only taken a mere short step from you, he’s floored all over again about what a picture you look like when he glances back. That you’re standing all for him, dressed in nothing but cheer and ribbons all for him.

“Go on.”

Turning to your tree, he flattens his hand to the wall for stability. “I wanted…”

His concentration slides in—suddenly aware he doesn’t want to knock anything from the branches. Doesn’t want to force things to be misplaced from where they were expertly hung.

He’s also sure he’s wanting to swallow the question. A part of him, all the way deep inside of him, having been bracing—and waiting—to hear you’d be apart for the holidays. A thing the two of you have rarely been since you moved here, not a day going by he hasn’t seen you for at least an hour.

“Wanted to know if you—shit—” the star almost sitting atop, before at the last minute protesting. “I wanted to know if you wanted to spend Christmas with me—with us, me and Pop. At the ranch.”

The star slides into place, sitting more comfortably with another shove, more branch supporting it.

But he doesn’t turn, not immediately. Not as the question hums around him, swirls in the silence of you not immediately saying yes. So much so, that it takes him a second to move on his heels, to face you—to read the answer before it’s delivered.

What he sees is something his heart couldn’t have ever prepared for.

You, grinning—a silly, almost goofy, smile spreading out as you bite down on your lip, forehead slightly crinkled.

“You… you want me to spend the holidays with you?”

“Of course—cariño, I want nothing more than for you to be with me.”

It all quick to leave his mouth, mirroring the movement to be back in front of you, fingers under your chin, lifting your eyes—those beautiful, fucking eyes—to his.

“Do… do you—wanna spend it with me?”

You pull a different face before you’re nodding. One more excited, one which begins to expel out over a smile and a bunch of escaping phrases such as I can’t believe you want me with you and of course.

“Why wouldn’t I want to be with you?”

Shrugging, you scrunch your nose—an act he finds just as cute as the first time he saw it. “Guess it’s a big deal. It’s… a thing people do with families.”

Pulling you close by your hips, your hand lands flat on his chest. “You are my family.”

“Javi,” you whisper, making each letter feel so individual the way you say it, that it makes his heart double.

“It’s true. You’re it for me, cariño. All I’ve wished for.”

Eyes widening, your eyes shimmer under the lights—more so than normal. Taking a deep breath, you lift your chin before pressing a kiss to his mouth. One which turns hungry, desperate—your mouth searing, a thing he’s craved since he woke up before the sun even rose.

“Baby,” you whisper.

And he hums.

It vibrates out, able to feel it from the way his fingers cup your cheek.

“Undo me.”

Releasing your lips with a pop, he opens his eyes, studying your eyes, moving from one to the other.

“Go on,” you urge in a whisper, more breathless, more tinged with something that makes his skin hot.

Sliding his fingers over the knot, he barely has to tug before it comes undone—unveiling you, like a curtain which wishes to part. If he’d thought you’d looked good before, he’s sure every bit of you is a sin now—a Christmas sin.

Red and lace. It’s all he sees. It sitting there, against you, hugging your breasts—sitting on your hips. His mouth is suddenly dry at the thought of running his tongue over the place it meets your skin before pulling it down.

Your fingers follow his eyes, sliding between the valley to land on the bow in the centre, twisting the edge of the tie around your index finger—palm skating over your stomach, allowing him more chance to take in how you’re stood before him in see-through fabric and promises.

“How’d I get so lucky?” he asks, more to no one, than to you.

His fingers teasing the fabric sat on your hip—marvelling, unsure how to think straight until you clear your throat, forcing his eyes to meet yours.

“Hey,” you whisper, tightening your hold on his hands, bringing his arms more around your waist, pressing your front to him, feeling the heat from your skin through your clothes. “You’re all I wished for too.”

Smiling, he looks at your tree, before landing back on you. “You look so good.”

“I know. Could look better though?” His brow arches as you slowly begin to smile, the tip of your tongue sliding over your upper lip. “Everything is held in place by bows.”

Groaning, he closes his eyes, letting his hand slide down your lower back, over sheer material before his fingers find the ribbon on your hip.

“All for you.”

“Mine,” he answers, slotting his mouth over yours—staining the four letters to your lips.

His fingers slide around, brushing over soft skin, until he finds the first bow. Undoing it with ease, licking into your mouth, only to grunt against you when you whimper as the fabric falls to your feet.

“Yours,” you say back, your own hands beginning to undo him.

an: merry christmas, love you

[celticcrossanon]

BRF Reading - 23rd of November, 2024

This is speculation only

Cards drawn on the 23rd of November, 2024

Question: How is Princess Catherine? (mentally, physically, and emotionally)

Note: This reading was done with all cards in the upright position

Interpretation: Trying to move on, looking for the positive in things

Card One: The Six of Swords

This was my card for Princess Catherine mentally

The Six of Swords is a card of moving on, transitioning from one way of life to another, leaving something behind, loss that propels us forward.

The energy of this card is of someone who is trying to move on from their problems into a better state of mind.

I think that Catherine is trying to move on from an 'I have cancer I need to have treatment for this' focus to a 'looking forward to a brighter future' focus. I feel that she is trying to - not ignore her problems or health issues, but look beyond them and focus on the positives in her life, both immediate and those in the near future (eg I could attend one event last month, can I attend two events this month - that sort of positiveness). It is very much a card of transition, of the slow progress from 'not being able to do anything' to 'being able to do this amount of stuff per week'.

There is also a sense of sadness for the things she has learnt (such as the entire media being willing to ignore her request for privacy and turn her absence into a cruel 'where's wally' game). I feel that the cruelty has hurt her but she is trying to see it as a lesson about how inhumane the media can be and who she can trust to respect her wishes, and then accept it as a lesson learnt and move on, rather than dwelling on it and getting all upset about it. The energy has that sense of being in rocky waters but trying to move forward to pools of peace.

There is a sense of focusing very strongly on the positive as a way of giving herself hope and being able to keep on going, because you know the future will be better than the present, you just have to get there.

There is also a sense here of a plan for the future that includes the lessons she has learnt the past year. The future will not be the same as the past - she can't go back to how things were in the past, she is not the same person as she was then - but she can move forward and create a future that gives her what she wants after this year of realising what is truly important to her (more safety is what I want to write, more security, not physical bodyguards but being able to protect herself and her children from the cruelty of the press and the disrespect of people who think they are entitled to know everything about the Waleses).

Overall, a transition energy - taking the lessons of the past year and what has stood out as the most important values to her in the past year and using those to create a future that she would like to inhabit.

Card Two: The Five of Swords

This was my card for Princess Catherine physically

This is the card of not being able to win for losing, winning the battle but losing the war, and that is the energy that is coming off this card. Physically, she is still weak, and she is frustrated by that weakness. It's a two steps forward one step back progress and I get the feeling that she is tired of this and frustrated by it, she wants to heal faster so she can do everything she wants to do but at the same time she knows that this sort of progress is normal and overall she is doing quite well. It's very much the frustration of a physically active person who know has to basically start from scratch again and slowly build up their strength and their stamina to their pre-illness levels. I feel that it is going to take a long time for Princess Catherine to be back at her pre-illness levels of fitness, and by long time I mean years before she is fully recovered. She will be able to go out and about sooner than that but it will be very draining for her.

The energy of this card is normal frustration with the slow, non-linear progress that is recovering from a major health issue.

Card Three: Justice

This is my card for Princess Catherine emotionally

Justice is the card of legal justice, but also of any sort of justice, accountability, truth being revealed, honesty, integrity, consequences etc.

The energy of this card is one of determination and frustration. Catherine wants justice for something. Not necessarily legal justice but emotional justice. She wants to feel that she has been seen and heard, that her grievances have been addressed, that she has fixed things so this will not happen again in the future. If you know the story in the bible of the widow who kept going to the unjust judge and saying 'give me justice against my adversary', and eventually she got it - it is that sort of energy, a persistent push to see justice done, see the truth come out, see people face the consequences of their actions. I don't know what exactly this is about, but something is pushing her to get emotional justice for it - the satisfaction of seeing the truth come out about people who have hurt you.

I drew a clarifier for this, and what came out was two cards together, the Sun and the High Priestess, both of which have an energy of truth - the Sun shedding its light on the secrets kept by the High Priestess. The energy here is of a push to reveal the truth about things, an energy of 'I am sick of living with lies'. The Sun can also be a card about children - just throwing that out there.

Justice is the card of Libra, and Libra is all about balance, so it could be that Catherine is struggling to keep her emotions from veering up and down all the time, which is perfectly natural when you are recovering from an illness - it does throw your emotions out of wack and it is hard to stay balanced (and eg not get upset when you can't do as much today as you did last week).

Underlying Energy: The Empress

The Empress is a card of nurturing, femininity. creativity, nature, abundance, motherhood, and also a card of robust physical health. This is what Catherine wants, the desire underlying the above reading - to be healthy again, to be able to nurture those around her, to have the energy to create and play and have fun with her family, to be able to give back to others and nurture the wider community by doing this. It is a goal that will take time to achieve but that is her ultimate plan - to return to health so she has the energy to give to those around her, instead of being too tired and drained to be able to do much about it.

There is a minor anxiety here that she has to be ready sooner rather than later, that she is on a deadline? time limit? because what happens if she has to be queen and she is not physically ready to take on that role? So some fretting and worrying about that, which may just be the illness speaking (as in sometimes small things loom large when you are unwell and you fret about them when they are really not that important). I think this is a pressure she is putting on herself rather than anything external - she will be upset with herself if the time comes and she can't immediately step into the role that she wants to fulfil as queen.

Conclusion:

Catherine is in a very normal state for someone who is recovering from a major health issue. She is trying to get out and do things but her body is holding her back. Progress is slow and non-linear, which is frustrating. She is trying to focus on the positive and on the future. She wants to take what she has learnt over this past year and use it to shape a future that she is happy about. Emotionally, she may be a bit all over the place. There is a persistent desire or push for emotional justice of some sort. She is worried about her rate of recovery as she feels it is not fast enough and she doesn't have oodles of time to spend healing as she needs to be ready to be queen when that time comes.

[animeyanderelover]

Can I get another round with Yandere Merlin,Diane and Elisabeth, Derieri and Melascula with a human darling. Only this time the darling is a member of the sins being the eighth son of melancholy so unlike other humans he's actually very strong instead of being helpless.

I was trying to think of a fitting animal to represent melancholy and came up with a donkey... If you've watched Winnie Pooh you know exactly why.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, clinginess, manipulation, isolation

Donkey's Sin of Melancholy

Elizabeth Liones

👼​Elizabeth as a person has always cared for the people around her even if they were her enemies and this nurturing nature is amplified in her obsession. The princess wants her darling to be happy physically and mentally so having you being the embodiment of melancholy only stokes the flames of obsession within her. You're always draped in thick sheets of unexplainable sadness and sorrow and even you can't give her a reason to why you're always feeling so dejected which only encourages her obsession to make a fuss over you. Since there is no real problem for your feelings she has no way to approach the problem and help you with your gloomy emotions. Other sins like Ban tell her that she shouldn't fret so much over you since this is how you have always been yet Elizabeth strongly objects. She doesn't want you to dwell all the time in such dark emotions as she yearns to see you leaving that grim place your mind always seems to stay in. She swears to herself that she will make you happy and that she will free you from your own thoughts.

👼​That wish of her is going to push her to be overbearing sooner or later depending on whether we're considering her before she regained her memories or after she regained her memories. Elizabeth before remembering who she really is would be quick to coddle you, clinging to you all the time and doing everything to make you smile and make you happy. She's insecure, knows that you are very strong as a part of the eight sins whilst she isn't yet she still strives to be helpful to you somehow. If that can't be on the battlefield then it will be emotionally and because she is so eager about assisting you even if you deny her help more than once that can quickly turn into her being a tad bit too attentive and overbearing. If we're talking about Elizabeth as a goddess she would approach you more thoughtfully, emotionally more prepared to read your current mood and attempt to cheer you up from there. She's more subtle with everything she does but upon recalling her memories she has also learnt how to use her abilities again which means that she might use her empathic powers in an attempt to influence your emotions.

Diane

🐍​Growing up Diane has made acquaintance with loneliness, a terrible feeling that she has over the years learnt to utterly despise. She doesn't want to be alone anymore which is one of the major reasons why she ends up as clingy as she does when she falls in love with you. You have never once made any comments about her height nor her clinginess though, maybe because you are often elsewhere with your mind and your thoughts yet it is the fact that you don't speak up about it that ends up encouraging her tendencies to escalate. She thinks that your quietness and thoughtfulness are very attractive and only add to your coolness. Her feelings have never been a secret to the other sins because she can barely hold back the red blush on her face as soon as she sees you and instantly starts twirling her hair around with her fingers, trying to make herself look cuter so that she might be able to make your heart skip as much as you always make her heart skip.

🐍​It is your reserved personality that still makes her most jealous though. Even though she is definitely on a delusional side she knows that you tend to avoid conflict and never disagree even when someone asks you to do something that you don't really want to do. This is where she takes it upon herself to act like the protective wife and speak up for you instead even if she never asks you for your real opinion on the topic. Additionally her already quite bad jealousy only increases because she knows that you are not the most social person out there and prefer spending time in your own head rather than with the people around you which makes every slice of attention you give others so much more special and by extension even worse. Why did you pay attention to that person and not to her just now? It's such thoughts that only add to her pushy clinginess as she wants to hoard all of your attention as soon as you snap out of the place in your mind you find yourself stuck in on days. As your future wife she should after all be the one person you may most attention to.

Merlin

🐗​Merlin's interest in knowledge, science and everything she doesn't know of is an unquenchable thirst that has led her to suspend her own age so that she may have all the time in the world to learn everything she desires to know. Often refered to as a mysterious woman since no one can truly tell what she is really after it is perhaps no surprise that the woman shrouded in mystery takes an interest in the other sin who is often just as hard to understand as you. Despite being a normal human you possess strength that has allowed to join the ranks of the sins and it is your personality that only adds to her interest as you are not very talkative nor do you spend much time with others. If Merlin takes interest in something she is going to pursue it even if she has to use more underhanded methods yet her ambigious morality has never truly been something that has bothered her. She knows what she is doing yet she prioritises her own interest above any laws or morality that others may criticise her for.

🐗​She uses the information she has to her own advantage and attempts to manipulate you so that she can spend more time with you. Her laboratory is a place where people rarely enter, mainly because she uses spells to keep people out and it is a place you find yourself often coaxed into with the promise of receiving your peace in there without being surrounded by the other sins whose personalities can be a bit exhausting for you at times. Whilst she keeps up the polite and kind facade around you her eyes are constantly observing you and note every twitch of your muscles when she makes some smalltalk with you whilst subtly attempting to understand you and the way your mind works better. Sometimes your gaze meets her for a short moment before you retreat to the place in your mind she has yet to understand and when this happens she wonders slightly amused if you perhaps have caught on to what she is doing yet have decided to ignore the topic in favor of avoiding a confrontation and continue your current lifestyle.

Derieri

🔶Whilst Derieri is a demon who has never really respected humans and feasts on the souls of your kind she will begrudgingly give you some respect after she has clashed with you on a battlefield. You are not just a puny human who she could easily squash under her feet, you have experience when it comes to fighting and possess abilities strong and respected enough to let you be a part of the sins despite only being a human. She keeps such thoughts to herself though as she would never want to admit that she holds secretly such respect for you. The both of you have most of your encounters whilst fighting each other since her kind is considered the enemy and she gets very aggressive when she sees you and instantly assaults you. Partially because she absolutely despises the way you make her feel and the nonchalant behavior you keep up even whilst fighting for your own life. Another part of her though can't contain the excitement pumping through her veins every time she sees you as she finds herself enjoying the thrill of clashing with you, her seven hearts beating wildly inside her body whenever your bodies get close to each other.

🔶The more her feelings grow the more aggressive she finds herself getting when fighting with you as her hatred as well as her excitement only get stronger as a result of her growing obsession. Derieri finds herself in desperate need to know what you really think of her kind and if you share the same thoughts as most other humans have about her own kind. She doesn't want to get her hopes up yet a part of her can't help but think that perhaps you will be different. After all you are quite different from other humans with a thought process that she can't even comprehend and it partially frustrates her about you. Having clashed with you multiple times during fights and having witnessed your strength with her own eyes though her frustration only continues to grow as she realises that you are truly not an easy person she could simply get her hands on. For a mere human you possess an annoying amount of strength that she may enjoy during fights yet that also means that she won't be able to just easily take you even if she desires to do so. Intentionally or not, everything about you seems to be something that she adores yet finds frustrating at the same time.

Melascula

🌫️​Melascula's experience is going to be even worse than Derieri's is and this demoness handles it even worse. Whilst Derieri will simply brood and lash out if someone mentions you Melascula needs no such direct trigger to have an outburst. She refuses to acknowledge you and respect you despite having seen your powers on display and doesn't want to accept the growing feelings she has whilst thinking about you. She would accept every other excuse that could help her to deny her growing feelings for you and in such frenzy attempts to convince herself and everyone around her that her feelings aren't real she turns into a conspiracy theorist. You bewitched her somehow and maybe Merlin helped you by putting a spell on her because her obsession for you can't be something that was born out of her own feelings she secretly harbors for you. She experienes constantly short and frenzied meltdowns as soon as something even vaguely reminds her of you to the point where the rest of the Ten Commandments starts to leave her alone as no one of them wants to be the next victim of her ridiculous rage.

🌫️​Everything you embody she tries to ridicule all in an attempt to deny her own feelings, in distraught hopes that her attraction may disappear if she were to just remind herself enough that no power you possess will change the fact that you belong to the weakest and most useless race on this planet. Her twisted feelings are always revealed though as soon as she's around you, her dark eyes observing you and her body language almost lecherous as fighting against you only fawns the inferno of obsession within her. She wants to be adored and worshipped by you yet your attitude which is only utterly disrespectful in her eyes only enrages her further. Just because you are a little bit more powerful than the normal human doesn't mean that you can just casually disrespect her! You just wait until she gets her hands on you sooner or later. She will properly educate you on how to treat a sublime woman like she is with the respect and the worship she deserves all whilst keeping you by her side like a human pet.

[everythingwasnormalhere]

« Freedom You Said? »

I'm gonna try to avoid big spoilers, as I plan to write longfics about this au sooner than not :3

The main premise is that some people (very few) are born with powers in this au, and there's a big hero organization, named Freedom Pals, trying to get to them as soon as possible, so they can avoid the evil ones doing... evil stuff

There are two main hero teams, that I guess will be interacting at some point (I don't have the whole plot thought just yet), which would be m4 and catg, since Butters is Prof Chaos there'll be more on him specifically too

The leader of the first team would be Mysterion, with the power of immortality. He was born with it, and learnt it was useful to protect his family. FP found him and recruited him, he's one of the few heroes with not only all expenses covered but also a salary, and with permission to see his family. Unlike canonical Kenny (and most Kennys I write), FYS Kenny's immortality is rather a regeneration thing, Deadpool style. As all my Kennys, immortality-caused chronic pain, yet he forces himself to ignore it - the way his suit is pretty tight helps with that a bit, too.

Toolshed would be in Kenny's team. He was recruited after a very bad accident (or was it?), which would have killed him on the spot had FP not done anything. He was one of those already superpowered people, with a slight ability to control metal, nothing too big or useful. Yet, FP had him on their lists before the accident happened, so they rebuilt his body, enhanced his powers, turned him into a weapon. All of his prosthetics are in materials he can control, which is very useful in fights. Another of these is placed on his heart, which he has to consciciosly make beat (or connect to a device at night in order to sleep), as if he stops FP will control it remotely, which is extremely painful to him.

Kite arrived to Earth nobody is quite sure when. He can use his voice to speak most human languages, but he's not the best at learning them, nor can he pronounce many things the way it's done (aka heavy alien accent). As soon as he got to this planet, FP were there to take him with them. He has a FP-assigned family, therefore he can meet up with them relatively often. Oxygen is extremely toxic to him, so he uses an air mask to breathe Earth air.

Cartman is from FP himself. Liane works for them, principally cleaning and making rooms comfortable. She needed money and badly, so she offered to do a little extra job, letting them create her a hybrid child. Cartman was the first successful hybrid by FP, which, combined with the whole superhero mentality, gave him a huge ego. He's quite an ass to his teammates and even some random people, but deep deep down, he's a good guy. He wishes to go by Coon, but his teammates don't allow him to, he goes by Raccoon instead. He's the youngest current hero.

Now onto the others!!!

Craig was also born with superpowers, in a relatively normal family. He wasn't aware of them until he turned sixteen however, having to take part in some weird family prophecy. Soon, FP was onto him. He's very much against being a superhero, he'd rather keep his nice and boring life but he has no other choice. His powers include shooting red energy out of his eyes ("they're not lasers!") and hands, super strenght, and short-distance flying. He despises all of it.

Tweek's powers were between an accident and not. He got struck by lightning, yet was left with no physical mark, and that got attention from FP. After several experiments and drugs, they not only made him immune (CANDY IF YOU SEE THIS THANKS FOR GIVING ME THE WORD YOU SAVED MY LIFE) to electricity, but gave him all storm-related powers. He's, however, not the best at controlling them just yet, and this whole thing increased his already tendency to panic about every little thing. His skin is so cold it burns to the touch, too; between this and plain comfort, his superhero costume is simply an slightly oversized sweater.

Mosquito was the one who inspired FP to keep experimenting with hybrids, which would later on cause Cartman's whole existence. At twelve, he was bitten by - typical - an infected mosquito, which caused his powers to appear. He has mosquito wings that allow him to fly however he wishes (it took him a long time to get there), and he sucks blood with two fangs he has, which he needs to survive. Other physical changes too, but these were the main ones. The FP doctors know damn well he has h-EDS, but they're unsure on whether it was caused by the infection or it was a preexisting condition - they won't let him know about this, though: he thinks it is normal.

[I haven't finished developing Fastpass nor Tupperware just yet, but I will share their info as soon as I do]

People out of these teams now!!!

Scott would be four years older than Mosquito, and he used to be his team captain. They were very close, both as friends and as student - teacher. He has diabetes type 1, and also superstrenght, which FP hasn't found any relationship between - yet he believes they are connected. Deceased.

CallGirl was experimented and given powers by a secret organization, making her a soldier since she was a little kid. FP rescued her, and finding her technology control powers useful, they made her a spy, having her find anyone with powers and get them into FP. She was Stan's girlfriend, and also the one to find out about his powers. They broke up after the accident, though. Stan is still the only one who exclusively calls her Wendy, even knowing about her identity as CallGirl.

Timmy has a similar background as CallGirl, but instead of technology control he received telekinesis and telepathy. FP is unsure on whether he's disabled because of the experiments, or because he was born disabled, nor Timmy wishes to answer. He can technically communicate mentally, but he much prefers to use an AAC device - will only communicate by TP, and reclutantly so, if it's strictly necessary. Such as Wendy, he works as a spy-informant. [Might be changed in the future, as I'm not sure I'm entirely comfortable with playing into this whole character trope]

Chaos is a villain, therefore, not part of FP, nor he wishes to be. He has had electric powers since he was born, shooting lightning out of his hands. His parents, afraid of and for him, had him locked in a closed room for his whole childhood, until he ran away - killing them in the process - when he was fifteen. He began recruiting Chaos Minions at sixteen, by suggestion of General Disarray, and now he has a quite big army. His electricity used to burn his hands, so now he has low mobility and control in them. He developed a pair of gloves he uses to increase his control over his powers and decrease their negative effects on his body. He got his eye injury from Raccoon, he covers it with an eye patch so the low vision he has in that eye doesn't distract him.

General Disarray joined Chaos soon after he became a villain. He lacks powers, yet he's extremely intelligent in all areas, principally technology. He built the virtual walls around the few Chaos things online, which not even CallGirl can tresspass. He helps Chaos make plans more often than not.

I think that's it lol :3 ask me any questions you have ✨✨

(was asked for this by @l-lawliets-pussy @northernparkservices @fleatomatosauce)

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WIP Wednesday

Little snippet for a 5x09 coda because I'm on a let characters be friends trip rn

Carlos waited until they were getting ready to leave before approaching Ashley Campbell again. Her look was still icy, but she stepped aside to speak to him which he decided to take as a win for now.

"I owe you an apology, too," he said quietly. "I did what I thought was right, but I wish I had put things together sooner."

"You would have if you had trusted Sam," she pointed out coolly.

"Maybe," he acquiesced. "Unfortunately I had a lot of reasons not to trust him, but I should have been more thorough before trying to arrest him."

"You should have," she agreed.

Carlos was ready to make his retreat at this point. He had made his apology and if she refused to accept it that was her right and he had to accept that.

"I am sorry, for whatever that’s worth to you," he reiterated just to make that absolutely clear. He was just about to excuse himself when a loud voice cut through the noise of the children nearby.

"What the hell are you doing out of bed, Carlos?"

A moment later there was a familiar hand on his arm and the comforting shape of his husband next to him.

"You’re not supposed to be up, baby," TK said, a lot more quietly now, "You just got shot." He managed to sound both worried and chiding at the same time.

"Tk, this is Ashley Campbell," Carlos introduced them. "Mrs Campbell,  this is my husband, TK Strand."

TK’s face immediately lit up and he held the hand, not currently on Carlos, out to her. "Mrs Campbell, so nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you."

"You have?" she sounded surprised, but took the offered hand with a pleased expression.

"I’ve heard that you have the patience of a Saint when it comes to your husband and his work," TK explained, thankfully refraining from any more details of the conversation they had when Carlos had told him about Sam and his standardised bouquets. Neither of them had been overly impressed with that.

"Maybe you can give me some advice on how to not strangle them every once in a while."

Mrs Campbell laughed. "It’s harder than you’d think," she told him. With another cool look at Carlos she added: "Not being arrested by your husband’s partner certainly helps."

TK’s split second of hesitation was really only noticeable if you knew him as well as Carlos did. Mrs Campbell certainly wouldn’t have. 

"Oh, I’ve learnt my lesson on no exceptions for family before we’d even been together for a year," he said lightly. "His dad arrested my dad," he explained, "and this one did nothing, but defend Gabriel, implying my dad was a criminal. I was so and at him."

"You tried to punch me," Carlos remembered. Now with nearly three years hindsight he remembered the event almost fondly. It had been their second big fight, after the one about him telling his parents.

"I did not, even though you would have deserved it," TK argued.

"You must love him a lot to forgive him for that," Mrs Campbell said.

The look TK gave Carlos was so full of love it momentarily took Carlos breath away. He hadn’t seen that look since TK’s birthday party he realised and even before that it had become more rare than ge would have liked.

"I do, he said," without breaking eye contact, "more than almost anything. Besides," he suddenly turned back to Mrs Campbell,  "it turned out the whole thing was a sting operation and my dad was never actually arrested and then the same night our house burnt down, so there were kinda other things to worry about."

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Hii! I love your work and I'm a recent follower, so I wanted to request something a little selfish for me! If it's okay, and if you're willing, could I have some headcannons with Ramattra, Genji and Lifeweaver with a deaf!reader? I'd love to hear your thoughts about how quick they would pick up on sign language, and maybe reader giving them a cute allias in sign language? Per example, instead of signing Genji ’s name letter by letter, I would simply sign "My Dragon". Again, this is an extremely specific request so if you choose to pass it on, it's completely okay! Much love to you 🌺

This was such a cute thing to write, selfish or not. I don't really see many fics or hc's out there about this sorta thing, so I am glad to write this! Hope this is what you were looking for! ♥

RAMATTRA

Ramattra never knew why you didn’t speak to him, only when someone mentioned that you couldn’t hear him did he realise the issue. 

It also explained why you never answered him. You didn’t even know he was talking.

He researched how to apologise so he could have some peace of mind. He wasn’t mad, but he did wish someone would’ve told him sooner.

He searched for any module possible to instantly talk to you. 

However, there was the issue of finding the right module. 

With the many variations of sign language, he had to find the one that matched yours. 

It took some time, but when he found the correct module, he was practically fluent in sign language, though he was still slow at talking. 

It warms his circuits the moment he first signed to you and you smiled with a sparkle in your eyes. 

His joints weren’t used to doing intricate hand signs, but over time, he got used to it. 

Day after day he would sit with you to learn how to sign efficiently. 

It was a learning curve to him, one he was grateful for as you were the one teaching him.

He was advancing in a way he had never imagined, especially with a human. 

One day while signing with him, having what seemed like a normal conversation, you had signed something he hadn’t seen before. 

It took his processors a moment to work it out and when he realised what you had signed, he chuckled, signing “thank you” towards you with a tilt of his head. 

“My omnic”.

GENJI

You had been responding to the ninja fairly well, but when you didn’t respond to his callout once, he wondered if you had ignored him. 

He approached you, a little cautious in case you were annoyed at him, but when he realised you were constantly looking at his lips, it clicked for him. 

Genji was close to you, figured you were just the quite kid, but being deaf was something he hadn’t thought about. 

He spent that night researching and practising sign language.

It was a slow process for the ninja; he was always too distracted, but he picked up words and phrases to impress you. 

Maybe a month went by before he finally managed to say a full sentence without any mistakes, but the fact that he was trying was enough for you. 

After awhile, Genji would try to learn more.

He would take online classes to make sure he was doing the correct hand movements; that he was making sense. 

Sometimes he would mess up, but that was okay.

The ninja spent his free time learning full sentences, eventually leading up to a full conversation with you.

It made you warm with happiness that he went through the effort to learn something new. 

Sign language was hard, and with Genji being constantly distracted, it only made it slower to learn and he was several months in to learning. 

Though, when you signed something to him that he had never learnt, he stumbled, thinking about it for the rest of the day before he researched what you had said. 

A genuine smile appears on his face when he learns what you called him. 

“My dragon.”

LIFEWEAVER

Niran had some knowledge of sign language prior to meeting you.

When he heard you were deaf, he was excited to speak to you, though his speech was limited. 

Seeing him interact with you was comforting, even if he did get embarrassed about his mistakes. 

He would spend most of his nights practising, relearning what he already knew and focussing on his weaker points.

Niran would always go to you for help, wanting to know if he’s signing right and what he needs to work on. 

It was like you were a tutor to him, one he felt comfortable around. 

When he wasn’t working on his biology and science, he would study some more.

There was always room for improvement. 

His mind was taken up by you, the want and need to impress you, no matter how many mistakes he made. It was all apart of the process.

Everything was going smoothly. His nightly studying was paying off and he was starting to fully understand conversation.

It only took a couple months for him to be fluent, the perks of being a fast learner but also sticking to a regime.

There was the odd occasion where he would mess up, but even you wouldn’t lie that you did it too.

He was fond of your presence, much like you were fond of his.

Niran was surprised when you signed a different name for him, one that made his cheeks flush the same pink colour.

“My lotus.”

[asumofwords]

Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: The reader is being eerily calm, all things considered. Good fucking lord, someone get these people a therapist or two.... Also loved all of your comments and messages, I absolutely adore hearing all of your thoughts and theories!!!! Saw someone say that the readers speech was eerily similar to Aemond's.... :) hehe enjoy

Chapter 47:  The proposal

After Jacaerys had left your chambers, you joined him to walk around the castle. He told you of all that had happened in your absence. Of how incensed Daemon had become, and how your mother had broken down.

He told you of how the Lords and the Queen could barely talk Daemon from Caraxes.

He spoke of how he spent his evenings, questioning whether or not he should sneak into the Red Keep to get you himself. He spoke of how Joffrey noticed your absence, and Lucerys’. He spoke of how little Viserys and Aegon The Younger, with their soft silver hair, had babbled your name every day, waiting for you to join them in your parents chambers. 

It was more detailed than the previous talks.

It was not an uplifting conversation. It was solemn, but it was needed. You told him about your time in your chambers, of the pain. Of the milk of the poppy. Of the Maester who had helped you, and your escape from the dungeon.

You told him of how Aegon tried to hurt you, but you did not tell him in which way. You told him of Aemond’s assault, and then your escape. 

Jacaerys was quiet for this retelling. His eyes never left your face as you walked, and relived watching Aemond, hunched over Aegon, laying his fists brutally against the Kings face.

You told him of your days on the ship with Darras, and of meeting his brother. You answered all of his questions, except ones of Aemond. Those you did not wish to answer.

He asked once, to which you denied. He tried once more a short while later, to which you denied again. Only then did he not ask you a third time.

Sometimes, things were better off left unsaid, and this was one of those cases. 

You ate dinner with your family that evening, and although it was a little stiff and uncomfortable at first, you all fell back into something familiar, something full of joy and relief. Almost as though the world around you wasn’t happening. 

Almost. 

There was still the ever present black cloud that hung over all of you. 

The war. 

Lucerys. 

Visenya.

Your anger and bitter rage.

It was inescapable. 

But as you had all learnt, all too abruptly, time with family was precious. You did not know when the next of you were to fall. That was war. It was inevitable. And despite all of your best efforts, it was to come sooner or later.

Daemon had walked you to your chambers that evening, more quiet than usual. His mind escaping him as he sought of a way to connect.

To talk to you, to ask of your wellbeing.

But you knew that he didn’t need to. Instead, you gave him a soft kiss on his cheek as you got to your door, a small smile, and a gentle bid of goodnight, before entering your chambers to sleep.

Days passed in a whirlwind of meetings and updates from the Lords at the table and Maester.

The war seemed to be at an impasse.

The eye of the storm.

The sudden calm before the destructive winds.

You all held a breath as you waited for news to come, that would shift the tide once more.

And suddenly, it was presented. 

As you all stood around the table, looking at the map, the markers and thinking of how to move Lord Cregan Starks men into the Golden Tooth without endangering the entire war efforts, Ser Eryyk came to the table, small scroll in hand.

The paper was rolled neatly, a green wax stamp holding it shut. The sigil of House Targaryen pressed into the wax. You all waited with bated breath as the scroll was handed to your Queen, before she pulled the wax seal apart from the paper, slowly unravelling it at the head of the table. 

A myriad of emotions moved across the Queens face.

Anger. Confusion. Hope. Disgust. Sadness.

And then, back to anger.

Something that was not uncommon in these times now, though you noticed that it looked harsher on her face more than ever. 

There was once a time where such raw anger was not easily present on your mothers face, though because of the war, and all of the losses that came with it, her face had hardened.

Furrowed lines became permanent above her brow, and her lips were often, more than not, pursed into a deep frown. 

You watched as Rhaenyra breathed, lowering the parchment onto the table as she looked down at it, before back up at the room, eyes stopping on you. Her lips twitched as you watched each other before she straightened. 

She handed the parchment wordlessly to the Maester, who began to read aloud to the chambers.

“Prince Daeron is dead. He was present at Riverrun alongside the Greens army. His body was found amongst the masses.” 

Daeron was dead…

Your youngest uncle.

In the Riverlands.

You had killed him.

You were….

“Aegon has expressed the possibility of a treaty.” Even Rhaenyra’s voice sounded shocked as she interrupted the Maester.

All eyes were on you. 

You were a Kinslayer. 

Just like Aemond.

You blinked. 

“No.” Came Daemons voice from across the table.

“The realm would be split into two. Queen Rhaenyra would rule where her allies are, and Aegon where his are. Aegon would remain at Kings Landing.”

“You aren’t seriously considering this?” Daemons angry voice came from beside Rhaenyra.

“My Queen, what are the terms they have sent?” Lord Bartimos asked, voice cutting into the tension.

Rhaenyra looked down at the table, cutting her eyes away from you.

That was when you understood. 

Daemon snatched the parchment from the Maester as he stormed down the table to stand beside you, the heat from his body crowding your space, as he swayed agitatedly on his feet, watching his wife.

Jacaerys stayed near your mother, looking at her for answers. 

“Aegon has ordered the execution of Princess Y/n.”

You felt an ice cold chill spill over your body as you stood in shock, looking at your mother as her lavender eyes met yours.

“No.” Daemon growled as he read.

“Unless, we agree to the other conditions.” Rhaenyra finished for Maester Gerardys.

Without even being told, you knew what the other conditions were to be. 

The proposal.

“If you think for one moment that I will let my daughter go back to that vipers nest, and marry that Kinslaying cunt, you are mad.” Daemon growled, moving his body slightly in front of yours as he slammed his hands down on the table.

The Maester stood stiffly to the side, looking at the Queen. You snatched the parchment out from underneath your fathers hand, beginning to read the sloped script.

You felt his keen eyes on you.

“Your Grace,” Lord Bartimos began, “You cannot be considering these terms?”

She did not answer, instead kept her eyes on you. 

“In his wisdom, Aegon has offered terms of a treaty. The split of the realm into seperate Kingdoms so that both Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, and King Aegon Targaryen may rule.” The Maester continued.

“They offered The North? But the North is independent. That in itself would set us up to fail with the Northerners and Cregan Stark.” You interrupted.

All was quiet as Gerardys continued.

Your eyes paused on the script. 

“King Aegon proposes that Princess Y/n, The Merciless, First of her Name, Eldest Daughter of Princess Rhaenyra, be wed to Prince Aemond, First of His name, Son of the late King Viserys, in the tradition of House Targaryen to further unify and strengthen the treaty.”

The Merciless. 

“Fucking cravens.” Daemon growled.

“I’ll do it.” You blurted. 

Daemons head snapped to yours, and Rhaenyra’s eyes widened.

“No you won’t. I refuse to let you do that. You will not marry that Kinslayer cunt.” Your father sneered before placing his hand on the hilt of his sword in habit.

Rhaenyra seemed to break free of the spell as she looked at you.

“No. We will not concede to the Greens, now that we are at an impasse. I will not trade my only daughter as a bartering piece for the throne.”

“It is not your choice to make.” You countered.

“I am your Queen. And you are my daughter. If you think that I would send you back there, after all that has happened.”

“This is what we had sought many years before. A way to unify the family. I had almost accepted before we went out in search of allies.” 

Before Lucerys. 

“I will burn our House to the ground before I let that happen.” The Rogue Prince roared, “I would sooner burn us all, than leave you to that fate. We will not use you as a means to win this war.”

“We are at a standstill. This could be a way to prevent further losses. This is an opportunity to be the tool that is needed when the hand reaches for it.”

“You are not a tool to be used in a war, nor are you a piece to be moved about a board. I refuse. We will send word to my brother, that I will have the throne, or I will have his head.” Queen Rhaenyra spoke.

“You are not listening to me.” You argued.

“No. You are not listening to me. You will not be wed to Aemond.”

“This could be a way to get into the vipers nest and turn it from the inside. This could be a way for me to-“

“No.” Jacaerys’ voice cut through the air. Baela stood stiffly at his side, whilst Rhaena stood behind with her grandparents.

Lord Bartimos however, seemed interested in what you had to say.

“Princess Y/n, what do you propose?”

Daemon swore under his breath and began to fidget beside you, as Queen Rhaenyra looked between you and the Lord who had spoken. 

No other Lords at the table dared to speak.

“If I am not to be heir, then my marriage will need to be advantageous, and this is an opportunity for just that. Political and not for love. It was a fate that I could not have run from, much to both of your efforts.” You gazed at both of your parents, whose faces were stoney.  

“I am no fool, do not let me be misunderstood. Aemond is cruel, but he is dutiful. I do not believe he would hurt me.”

Liar. 

“The fuck is this.” Daemon growled at you.

“If I wed Aemond, in the tradition of House Targaryen, we will have something that we didn’t have before.”

“An ally in Kings Landing.” The Maester Gerardys spoke. 

You nodded.

“Not only would this allow for me to be with them, to see the comes and goings of the Keep, it gives us an opportunity to turn on them when the time is right. I could send word to you all to ensure you of my safety, and reconnect to Gold Cloaks who still are loyal to the King Consort, Daemon.”

“I know who is loyal to me and who isn’t.” The Rogue Prince snipped. “I will not have you taken from me again. I will sooner fall on my sword than allow that.” His voice rising with every breath he took.

You turned your attention to the Queen, who watched you in horror.

“The treaty they have given you, was set up to make you fail. The handing of the North would raise tensions with Northerners in no time. Conflict will arise from this, and I think that was their reasoning for it. But this is an opportunity for it to work in our favour. For days I have thought of what Helaena had said to me-“

“Helaena?” You father asked, incredulously.

“She told me that if Dragon's dance, none shall survive. And I believe her. She tried to warn me of what was to come, she tried.”

Daemon scoffed, moving away from the table, pacing behind you. Your mother stood still looking at you now, the lines in her forehead pressed tightly.

“She told me this. I swear to you.” You spoke to your mother, as the men looked awkwardly about the table in confusion. “Aemond is sick. His obsession with me is twisted and grotesque, but I know that he would protect me from Aegon.”

“And who will protect you from him?” Came Jacaerys’ low growl. 

You did not answer.

“This is an opportunity for us to be close to the Greens, to keep an eye on them. And when the time is right, we can strike and kill them all. You will have the throne, and take back the crown.”

“This is madness!” Daemon yelled. 

“Madness yes, but it could work. You said it yourself, this could be a means to end the war. You know it. I know it. We can all see it. We are at an impasse. Although we hold the Riverlands, Aegon’s army is still spread across the realm, turncloaks are everywhere, and until we have firmer footing, this is our answer. They have ordered for my execution. If I were to go to other lands, and an ally of the Greens were there, they would have me killed. And I know what that would mean. I would be kept here for the rest for this war. And I made a promise to myself, and to My Queen that I would not."

"You gave your word to me that you would let me fight.” You stared at your mother, begging her, “Let me fight this way. I had gotten close enough to Aemond and almost killed him. I was injured, and desperate. Could you imagine what we could do when we are prepared? Rather than fight when pushed into a corner, we could take a final surge all at once.”

No-one replied to your words, and the room took steady breaths, basking in the silence.

“How many more loses can we take until we break?” Your eyes flicked to Jacaerys.

“Your Grace, if I may?” The Maester began.

Daemon roughly placed the Dark Sister blade against the table. The clunk echoed in the room.

The Maester continued, “For days now, we have sat in this stillness of war, and I fear that it may last. And if it does, our ability to hold the seas would diminish, slowly each day. As we are cut from the taxes that Kings Landing brings, your wealth alone is not enough to sustain the Velaryon fleet. In four moons time, your army would become almost obsolete, and the fleet is what we need most, to block the waterways.”

“Are you suggesting we send off my daughter like a brood mare to the very people who we are warring with? To the people who tried to kill her?” The Rogue Prince spat.

“To have an ally in the Keep, would change the course of the war to be sure, and all that comes with it. The Princess is well liked by the people, and any wrong doing would surely stir the masses. Any harm upon Lady Y/n would jeopardise the shaky foundations of Aegon’s reign."

The Maester kept his eyes on your mother as he spoke, speaking to her, and her only, "To wed Aemond, would mean that the treaty would allow us for time. Of course, Jacaerys would have to send word to the North, to let them know that they are truly independent. But having those eyes in the Keep, especially so close to the Greens, is an opportunity most advantageous.”

The air is thick with tension.

The entire chambers are silent.

All waited for the Queens response. 

Daemon had paused his pacing and come to stand beside you, starring angrily at Rhaenyra who looked down at the Painted Table in thought. Eyes roaming over the markers, the realms and all that would be hers if she accepted. 

“If you are to accept this, you would live out your days in Kings Landing. You would be wed to your brothers murderer, and you would be expected to perform your duties as a wife, and a Princess to the realm. Do you understand what is being asked of you, should you accept this?” Your mother asked slowly, sadly, and almost angrily. 

Angry at herself, or at you, you could not tell.

“I will perform my duties as I always have. And in this, it will put us one step closer to ending the war.”

“Gaomagon daor gaomagon bisa.” (Do not do this.) Came the soft voice of Jacaerys. 

It jarred you.

The young Prince rarely spoke in High Valyrian. And to hear it so raw, so broken from his lips was almost enough to turn you away from a decision you had already made.

“Gaoman bisa syt īlva.” (I do this for us.) You called across the table.

“Dōna riña, kostilus pendagon nūmāzma bisa.” (Sweet girl, please think about this.) Daemon lowered his voice.

“Eman.” (I have.)

“Ñuha tala. Ivestragon daor” (My daughter. Say no.)

“You told me back in the Red Keep, ‘By any means possible.’ This is it. Shijetra nyke, kepa.” (Forgive me, father.) You bowed your head.

You sniffed, straightening yourself before signing your fate. You swore to fulfill your duties, no matter the cost, and now was your chance.

“Accept the treaty terms. I shall wed Aemond Targaryen. I will live in the Red Keep, and when the time is right, you shall have the throne.”

A deadly pause laid the room in unease.

A singular movement. Such a small one at that. No one would ever suspect such an insignificant flex and pull of muscle to be capable of causing such chaos. But it did, and as soon as it happened, the room erupted into chaos.

Queen Rhaenyra had nodded.

King Consort Daemon had cursed.

And you had bowed.

“Thank you, Your Grace. Please excuse me.” You turned on your heel, leaving the room, as the Lords and Queen all spoke, Daemon calling after you.

“Get back here!” He yelled at you. 

You let one foot step in front of the other as the reality of your actions settled into your skin. 

Before long, you were out by the cliffside, sharp footsteps following behind you, as you leant your body against the stone wall, looking down into the waves as you breathed in and out. 

Deeply, slowly.

“Tala.” (Daughter.)

You did not need to turn to know that your father stood behind you. A firm hand gripped your shoulder and spun you. His wild, angry eyes searching yours, before his face fell.

The Rogue Prince wordlessly pulled you against his chest and held you. You stilled in his arms and listened to the steady beat of his heart, like it was the last time you would hear it.

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If you're taking headcanon requests, do you have any for a post-canon (musical or book if you pretend she survived), post-reunion gelphie learning to forgive each other and themselves?

I see you have chosen angst, my friend. Excellent. *cracks knuckles*

Elphaba still has a hard time believing Glinda would give up "all her dreams" just for them.

Glinda reminds them those dreams were worth jackshit without them, and she wished she'd given it up sooner.

Unconsciously, Glinda keeps checking if Elphaba is still around and hasn't suddenly disappeared on her again.

Even in her sleep Glinda feels around the mattress to ensure Elphie is still there. The first few times she was met by a cold lump (bc Elphaba's sleep schedule is absolutely fucked) and woke up in a panic. And even with Elphaba still somewhere in the room, immediately ready to comfort her, it takes a while for Glinda to calm down.

Ever since then, Elphaba has learnt that they cannot leave the bed for Glinda's peace of mind. So Elphie has like a whole writing set-up next to the bed they can grab whenever they can't sleep and do some work that way in the middle of the night.

Cuddles. Lots of 'em. Gotta make up for lost time... or whatever bullshit excuse they like to use.

They have to flee far and wide. Away from Oz. For many years they can't settle anywhere, and are constantly on the run. It's still worth it.

They're both wracked with guilt over their past choices, and no matter how much the other tells them they're forgiven, this is very much a journey they have to do on their own. But they're willing to put in the work. And they do.

They eventually wed in secret. Elphaba can't believe Glinda said yes. Glinda can't believe it was better than any extravagant wedding ceremony she'd dreamt up as a little girl. Nobody knows about the marriage, except them. Fortunately, they're the only ones that need to know anyway.

[jewishbarbies]

https://www.tumblr.com/jewishbarbies/753199765532131328/laughing-through-the-stupid-of-just-how-nuanced?source=share

I 100% agree, as someone who considers myself pro Palestine (as in Palestinians no longer dying as well as Israelis no longer being kidnapped and having whatever done to them by Hamas, I just want all of this death and madness to stop for everyone, both Arabs and Jewish people), I’m so disgusted by the antisemitism I’m seeing towards Jewish people and Israelis and I’m disgusted with myself for not seeing it sooner. I’m seeing people engage in casual antisemitism in the name of “not conflating Israel with Judaism” and saying the most ridiculous things. I’m seeing people bring up ancestry tests to check if Israelis are “actually Jewish” or “actually from the land”, accusing Jewish Israelis of being European colonialists because on 23andme or on AncestryDNA, their results may show something like “Polish Jew” or “Ukrainian Jew” for example. True story, I’m seeing people accuse Benjamin Netanyahu of being a white European man larping as ethnic Jewish man and while I hate to defend politicians, I learnt from speaking to the jewish people that I know that many Ashkenazi hebracised their names similarly to how the Irish did after their independence- English names were changed to Gaelic forms. So I’m assuming that that’s what happened with him.

You know how of TikTok many people like to put their flags in their usernames? I’m seeing people who put the Israeli flag in their username (to showcase nationality) get massive death and… other (you can guess the other) threats for simply being from where they are from. Even if the person hasn’t even mentioned Israel!

I’m seeing people deny that the holocaust was “that bad” to Jewish people. That it was a long time ago and that they (“they” being the Jewish community) should move on. I’m not sure if pretending that the holocaust was not as bad as actually was counts as holocaust denial, but in my opinion it’s definitely teetering on the edge of it.

I’m seeing people say that the only real Jews are the Palestinian Jews because the others (others being the Israeli Jews) are European colonialists with “no ties to the land”. Also picking and choosing who is a “real Jew” based off of some ancestry tests (going back to what I said previously). I’m seeing people talk about Jewish people who support Palestinians as “the good ones” (as a black person, I know very well how disgusting it is to be referred to as one of the “good ones”). And while I do not agree with many of the sentiments pushed by a lot of pro Israel crowd (mainly the Islamophobic stuff and anti Arab sentiment that I see, people saying that Arabs cause trouble wherever they go, etc), I will never be able to understand denying someone of their heritage or religion or antagonising them more than criminals based off of their opinions.

Recently there was some hostages returned to Israel and I think one of them was a girl or a woman named Noa, I think (I’m going off of the top of my head, correct me if I’m wrong) and while I’m glad that she was returned to her family (on her father’s birthday right?), my joy was quickly soured by the wishes of death and rape, etc upon her by a lot of pro Palestinian extremists. What happened to wishing safety and peace upon both Palestinian citizens and Israeli citizens? I thought that’s what we all wanted? If I remember correctly, she as well as the other hostages were held in the home of an Al Jazeera journalist, the amount of DENIAL that I saw on social media???? Denying that she and those other victims were put through horrible circumstances, that the 07/10/23 incident even happened, etc. Denying that Hamas is a terrorist organisation or that they even EXIST, etc. I don’t even know what to say.

I’m also seeing people refuse to read different news sources and only read biased news. They’ll say something like “don’t watch American or British or Jewish news channels/sites, only watch Al Jazeera because Al Jazeera is unbiased”… Al Jazeera… unbiased???? Sure, jan. I prefer to read multiple, just to see different perspectives, but to be so biased as to only read Al Jazeera… I don’t even know anymore.

I live in an area in which a Jewish restaurant owner was recently attacked for supporting his family in Israel. “Funding Israel” as they call it now. I don’t care about his beliefs, that’s not my business, but he literally has an Israeli FAMILY. OF COURSE HE IS SUPPORTING HIS FAMILY.

I just wonder, why are people so comfortable calling Israelis demons and evil and everything under the sun? They’d never say that about Russians, despite what’s happening in Ukraine. Or about the Turkish and the Azerbaijanis despite Armenia. Why are we so comfortable demonising a whole nationality?

People say that they’ve read history and they know the full context of this situation when all they’ve done is hear it from TikTok. If people actually knew history, they’d stop questioning why American politicians are so hellbent on having Israel on their side. They’d know that Israel is a coveted ally to have (geopolitical influence, etc) and that if “Genocide Joe” was to stop aiding Israel, Israel would seek aid from somewhere else… like Russia. Or China. Or any other enemy countries of the US.

If people actually knew history, they’d know that complacency is what got Donald Trump elected in 2016. If people actually knew history, they’d know that Bush vs Gore shows us why we shouldn’t vote 3rd party in presidential elections.

If people studied politics, they’d know that Trump has made known his plans to annex the West Bank, flatten Gaza, and arrest every single pro Palestinian protester if he gets elected, referring to the Israel/Palestine region as “unfinished business”.

If people studies politics, they’d know that a major reason for why majority of European countries are becoming more and more far right and installing Nazi governments (e.g. Germans voting for the AfD and the French voting for far right as well) is due to LACK OF VOTER TURNOUT FROM LEFTISTS WHO YAP AND YAP AND COMPLAIN ON SOCIAL MEDIA BUT NO SHOW AT THE POLLS. Ironically, these are the same Europeans telling Americans to not vote.

IF PEOPLE STUDIED AND/OR PAID ATTENTION TO POLITICS, THEY’D BE TERRIFIED OF PROJECT 2025 AND WHAT IT MEANS FOR YOU, ME, US, AND DEMOCRACY AS A WHOLE. (Speaking of, please do spread awareness of P25, it’s very scary and I’d much rather have rights than live in a dictatorship, thank you).

I’m so sorry for rambling about this in your ask box. I know that you as a Jewish person are probably very sick of the rampant antisemitism and the dog whistles you obviously know more of and about that than I could ever possibly imagine as a non Jewish person or a goyim and I’m sorry for ranting about stuff you probably already know about. I’m 18 and most of the people that I know within my age group are choosing not to vote because of what’s happening. I suspect they weren’t going to vote anyway, but now they have an “excuse” for it. And that sickens me as well. That no one actually gives a fuck about Israel or Palestine. No one actually cares about those civilians. People are just using this whole thing as an excuse to be lazy, to not learn, and to spread more hate and tribalism.

I think maybe social media has desensitised people to the fact that this is REAL and not a GAME. When you’re wishing death and rape upon all Israelis, you’re wishing death upon REAL PEOPLE. When you call jewish people Nazis, do you guys ever stop and think about what you’ve just said? Calling JEWISH PEOPLE NAZIS!!! Why is it so normal to strip people of their humanity the second you disagree with their opinions? Sick. As much as I disagree with the Israeli government, I cannot imagine generalising a whole population based solely on their GOVERNMENT.

I have one Jewish friend that lives near me, his name is Eli. He’s Mizrahi and Sephardic Jewish. We graduated together last year from high school. We live in a very white suburb and the antisemitism is rising by the day where we stay. I don’t even know what to say to him and his family right now, considering that this is his lived experience. Having to be afraid. Living in fear. How do you even attempt to comfort someone when they’re dealing with this? I can’t say that it will get better, because we both know it won’t. At least not any time soon. How many times are they going to tell us “Never again”’before “never again” actually sticks?

I’m just tired of this. I’m tired of the hatred. I’m tired of random Jewish people and random Arab people getting attacked. I’m tired of the Islamophobia and antisemitism. I’m tired of trying to push people to redirect their attention to the threat at hand which is Donald Trump. And if I’m tired of this, I cannot even fathom how tired the people affected are. Sorry for the long and annoying ask. Feel free to delete this, it’s a bunch of whining.

I don’t mind the rant/vent at all! the state of this world right now is just so disappointing it leaves you hollow. so much unnecessary hatred and death that could be avoided if people just made different choices. I’d say I’m embarrassed to be american but this is not anywhere near an american problem, it’s the entire world.

I just saw a tweet today about the hostage rescue saying the IDF (aka jews) are “demons” for allegedly going in disguised as an aid truck and then shooting people. like they went in disguised and just opened fire at random because they love to kill. so many people were shot as kidnappers. like, these people harbored kidnapping victims, tortured and enslaved them, and I would’ve preferred a life sentence but I’m not going to mourn their deaths.

now, idk how much of citizens helping hamas is from fear of ending up like the jews hamas brutalizes and how much is an actual desire to kill jews. there could very well be some of them who were hiding hostages to save their and their family’s lives. that being said, this has to stop, and we have to do better as a society when we respond to these events. because where we’re at right now and what we’re allowing ourselves to say/do is doing nothing but harming ALL of us.

these morons will say “never again means never again for anyone!” but it’s a phrase coined specifically by and for jews relating to the Holocaust and antisemitic violence. there is no “never again” if it’s still happening to jews. any goy using the phrase outside a context pertaining to jews is not to be trusted, and they’re a fucking idiot.

[iamawerido150]

Random facts about my lackeys for the beasts

(it's mostly QS since she's the only one I have fully flesh out plus she's my favourite but there will be a bit of JC and GDC plus maybe peach, cloud and nutmeg)

Quiet salt:

•She isn't actually emotionless she just likes to keep a deadpan expression to throw off enemies she learnt it in her early days of training to be one of silent salts guard and has stuck with it ever since

•it is unknown where she got magic abilities

•her entire reason to live is silent salt and him only no matter what side his on good or bad dark or light she will always be on his side no matter what because he is the only one who cares for her and she'll do anything for him her personality and identity all revolve around silent salt and no one else she follows every order he gives her with no question or doubt he is her world the only cookie that matters to her

•when she put herself to sleep she was only 13 and since the spell didn't let her age she's still 13 although she's older then most of the other lackeys in technical terms she's the most immature and inexperienced out of all of them because she's still a child who doesn't understand the world outside of silent salt (she just doesn't show it or realize it)

•quiet salt has a somewhat friendship? With peach blossom as silent sometimes visited mystic when he was still free they aren't close but they have shared tea and laughs so their kind of friends

peach blossom is the only one outside of silents that's nice to her while others often thinks she's weird

•if silent ever get redeemed it would be because of quiet salt

•she is aroace 💚🤍🖤💜🤍🖤

•she probably would have a close relationship with white lily if silent ever get redeemed treating WL as like her mother like how silent is her father

•WL will try to get quiet to interact with people her age (13) starting with ginger brave and friends

•there are some weird markings on her back strange

there once was a faerie with no wings she who was cast out for her lack of wings is still missing till this day maybe she was taken in by someone virtue of solidarity

Gumdrop cookie:

•gumdrop sometimes gets tired of sugars bs but still will always be there for her no matter what

•he is a Giant worrywart always worry about his lieges needs

•gumdrop and jester would get along but gumdrop does sometimes finds them annoying

•gumdrop wasn't aware of the existence of the other sidekicks until his liege introduced them to him

•he is a newer sidekick

•gumdrop has a crush on peach blossom when he first met him same with nutmeg tiger cookie when he met her

•his a hopeless romantic sometimes wishing to find a lover sooner or later

•hes pansexual 🩷💛🩵

•his dough is weird

•he loves to play the flute with his leige (they don't do it often anymore tho)

•why is he so loyal to sugar even tho she treats him badly? only time will tell

There once was a tale about a young cookie who crumbled in front of the virtue of happiness being the kind hearted goddess she was she brought him back as an angel

Jester cookie

•hes weapons of cards makes it so that he can teleport through the cards and use them as throwing cards they are very sharp

• their often baby sat by black raisin as they cannot be trusted alone (redemption of shadow milk)

•he has fangs

•he and cloud haetae gets along really well

•they can float off the ground like quiet salt

•black raisin is his favourite cookie next to shadow milk

•pure vanilla is not their favourite cookie

•hes sexualities is unknown

•he and cloud haetae gets along pretty well

•they like gumdrop are newer sidekicks like nutmeg and cloud quiet salt is the oldest sidekick existing since before the fall

•it is not known whether jester is being controlled by shadow milk or not but with the way he acts it's most likely he's doing this of his own free will obeying his masters every command

•how did come in contact with shadows? Well that's unknown

There it was said that one of the students of the virtue of knowledge was exceptional to the point in where they became knowledge's favourite student

[fluffywolfboyy]

I guess this counts as a vent?

I wish I could explain to people that when I say I can't do phone calls I'm not being dramatic, its not something I can learn to deal with, I genuinely cannot hear people over the phone - I can barely make out friends and family on video calls where I can lipread for the most part.

There are so many time where me being HoH was like the direct source for a ton of anxiety and stress because turns out people are really impatient when they think your disability 'isn't that bad'.

Tired of having non-HoH people saying they know what it's like because they had an ear infection once and couldn't hear well - like, well done, you know the concept of not being able to hear stuff. Its kinda way more complicated than that. If I'm in a super loud area, or have to do loads of listening without long breaks, It's physically draining to try to follow what people are saying. Hearing fatigue hits you way sooner and way harder because your brain is overcompensating to fill in the gaps your ears aren't picking up.

And hearing aids don't fix much. They make things louder. Thats it. Does nothing to mitigate any processing issues (in this case audio processing). Does nothing to mitigate the fact that for the first 8 years of my life I didn't hear certain sounds. At all. Like yeah, me being 8 years old was ages ago, but there's no way that didn't have some kind of effect on how I process audio.

I'm constantly worried I'll offend people, because if I meet anyone who has an accent I'm not constantly exposed to (mostly black country) I genuinely cannot understand them no matter how many times they repeat themselves - kind of a massive issue with my Classics teacher who has a pretty thick Scottish accent (although I told him about this before I had my first lesson with him and he was really lovely about it -we love him frfr)

If i'm not looking at someone's mouth I will not understand them. If I know you I can get away with looking in your general direction. If I have hearing aids on, I can look away from you. If you are behind me I will not hear you. No matter how loud you speak. No matter how much you enunciate.

Speaking of enunciating, omgs, I'm so sick of people (mainly my family) speaking really slow and enunciating everything really exageratted, where theyre obviously taking the piss. First off, its just rude and insulting. Second, speaking really slow and with big mouth movements ACTIVELY MAKES IT HARDER TO UNDERSTAND YOU. I learnt lip reading by watching people speak candidly (?), when you change that it throws everything off whack.

I'm so sick of teachers, classmates, family members, being standoffish because I cant hear them or laughing at me when I tell them I can't do something. Like I can't do verbal presentations because I am HoH. It will not work. But people snicker about it and whisper about it and think I'm trying to slack off.

Its so grim.

When I was in high school, this girl I sat next to was always nice to me and I really liked her because she was known for being very kind and all around a good person. She was trying to tell me something (the teacher was checking if we had something signed) and I couldn't understand. I asked her to repeat herself. And again. And again. Normally at this point people roll their eyes, say youre playing it up, or get angry at you and start yelling. She didn't even look mildly irritated, she looked totally normal. She really quickly switched from trying to speak to me to miming signing a book. Thats all it took for me to understand. I almost cried. I didn't ask her to do that, she didn't have to do that, but she did. She was probably one of the only people at that school who didn't take the piss out of my disability.

I don't know why I'm writing this on tumblr and not in my notes app. I guess if anyone actually gets to the end, hi?

[screeching-0wl]

Hi! I know it's been a while. I missed you all so much!

I'm long overdue with this post. I apologise for leaving so suddenly. I've been on hiatus since creating content for this blog became difficult for me due to being overwhelmed with studies, work and frankly, just life in general. I felt like I could no longer manage this account as well as I would've liked and might end up burnt out sooner or later, so it was best to step back for the sake of my mental health. I am doing better, though I'm still currently quite busy taking care of university, trying to move to another city and overall adapting to some changes in my life.

Thank you so much for your understanding, kind words and support. It really means the world to me and I'm immensely happy to see someone still enjoys this blog and finds it helpful.

I would like to continue posting here, although I'm afraid I can't say when this will be exactly. For now, I'll continue to be on hiatus. Though, perhaps, if I happen to have some spare time and energy, I might log on to say 'hi' once in a while and answer some of your asks or post some fun facts about antiquity.

On a side note, I did peek at some of the asks and messages, so I'll answer the most common questions:

The cheat sheet series might be continued at some point in the future, or at least I hope to do so.

If you have any recommendations for resources about a particular deity feel free to drop them in my inbox.

You can absolutely translate the deity cheat sheets into other languages, link them on other platforms and use them to suit your needs. Please just make sure to leave the credit.

Lastly, I would only like to say that it's been an honour to be a part of this community. I've learnt a lot and was fortunate enough to meet plenty of wonderful people. Thank you so much, once again!

I wish you all a blessed New Year full of joy and good health! May the gods guide your way and keep you in their care 💜

[monaorekoz]

A review of “Pluto”

Pluto is a japanese seinen manga of the science fiction/mystery genre written and illustrated in 2003 by Naoki Urasawa, creator of works such as “Monster” and “20th Century Boys.” In 2023, a netflix adaption was released which was animated by Studio M2

A basic synopsis

Now, Pluto is actually a retelling of an arc from the famous astro boy (also known as tetsuwan atom) manga written in 1951 by Osamu Tezuka. Urasawa uses and transforms “The Greatest Robot On Earth” arc into a darker and more mature version of it’s original story. Set in a futuristic version of our world where humans live amongst sentient robots ,we follow a detective (also a robot) named Gesicht who is assigned to a case regarding the murders of the seven greatest robots in the world by an unknown perpetrator.

My thoughts

The first point I wish to make is how disappointed in myself I am for not watching this show sooner. I feel a genuine shame about it. I can’t find anything bad to say about it at all. The plot, the characters, the lessons, the animation, and even the personal impact it had on me and my life were just out of this world. This is not just some typical show about robots fighting, there’s a lesson to be learnt and tons of beauty within it’s messages. In my opinion it’s one of the best shows on netflix.

Althought it starts as a typical murder mystery story (this is not a criticism of mine) “Pluto” evolves and brings a new perspective on the concept of AI, making the robots very advanced in terms of their emotions. They hold the ability to love, they can have hobbies, and passion, and at the same time they can feel sorrow hatred to the point they are basically human, such an antagonistic supercomputer which has an almost primitive craving for power and control as well as displaying signs of narcissitic tendecies.

The plot becomes a commentary on the effects of war, as well as various ethics about topics such as revenge and forgiveness. It is very rare that a show makes me emotional however pluto succeeds at doing so. Every single character holds such an important purpose to it’s messages such as how we can become more than what society thinks of us as well as the beauty of love and even the natural world too.

The animation is incredibly gorgeous, and is remniscient of urosawa’s iconic artstyle too. The use and switching of colour tones really hammers the messages home for me, especially when there is a brighter sort for imagery of nature, overall tying the series together.

Overall Rating

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆