#I'm all for animals but I hate that raven sorry

[nascimentodraws]

Day 28 of Baldurstober with @zurik-kg: in my attempt to finish the quartet of white hair bitches, here is He Who Was. Don't let the Raven Queen knows.

[filmsmakkari]

your highness

fred weasley x slytherin!reader

Summary: When Slytherin beats Gryffindor in the final quidditch match of the season, Fred Weasley decides to give the Slytherin princess a little reward

CW: NSFW, semi public sex(?), oral (f receiving), dirty talk, praising.

Author's Note- As usual, I had a black reader in mind, so (Y/N) is described as having braids, but that's the only physical description. Anyone can imagine themselves in this fic. Also emmm I have never written smut in my life saurrr... I hope this makes you horny and I'm sorry if it doesn't!

To say that (Y/N) (L/N) hated Fred Weasley would be an understatement.

The Princess of Slytherin was in the prefect’s restroom, trying to wash the red and gold dye out of her hair. The last quidditch game of the autumn term was the next day, and Fred fucking Weasley thought it would be funny to make a mockery of the Slytherin team captain by having Peeves throw ink at her as she tried to run down the moving staircases. 

“That bloody…” she muttered as she roughly scrubbed her scalp. She’d been at it for what felt like hours when the dye finally washed away, and the raven-winged color of her long braids was finally visible again. 

Enraged, (Y/N) stomped out of the bathroom, envisioning ways to get her revenge. In her anger and fantasies of all the means of torture she could inflict upon the irritating prankster, she was barely aware of her feet carrying her down to the ever-calming bioluminescence of the  Slytherin common room. She waved her wand violently, blowing around a stack of papers and knocking over a desk, catching the attention of Blaise Zabini. 

The boy seemed slightly frightened as he said, “Hey (Y/N/N), you alright?”

(Y/N) huffed with irritation. “Oh, I’m more than alright. I’m ready to knock Weasley off his bloody broom.”

-

The Great Hall was alive with conversation. Some students excitedly cast charms, creating fireworks with their house colors and animals, while others feasted on fruits and vegetables in preparation for the big match. Slytherin vs. Gryffindor games were always the most anticipated. The extreme disdain between the two teams brought out the absolute best in them as players. Even if it was occasionally violent, it made for a great game. 

Fred and George Weasley sauntered into the hall with the typical swagger of Gryffindors, scanning the tables and admiring the displays from the students. As Fred eyed the Slytherin table, his gaze fell upon her. There in her quidditch sweater, brown knee-high boots, and a horribly tempting skirt, the Slytherin Princess, who’d earned her title by getting the best grades in her house, being captain of the quidditch team, and being so ridiculously beautiful that even the proudest Gryffindors tried their luck with her, was sitting on the table, locked in conversation with Blaise Zabini and Emma Vanity- the Slytherin chasers.

“Discussing a new and improved strategy for the pitch?” Fred asked, approaching her. “I might as well tell you now, you’re wasting your time.”

(Y/N) turned to him with an eye roll.  “Keep taunting me, Weasel. It’s the most satisfaction you’ll get today.”

“Keep dreaming. Tell me, how’d you like my little gift yesterday?” Fred asked, resting his hands on the table and leaning close to her face.

(Y/N) hummed. “To be honest I’d expected more from you, beater. You couldn’t even do the job yourself. That scared of little old me?” 

“You wish. You’ll see out there today. Tell you what. If you win, which you won’t, I’ll reward you,” Fred smirked.

“Please, what could you possibly have that I want?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know? Too bad you’ll never find out.” Fred winked and walked over to the Gryffindor table, filling (Y/N) with so much irritation that it made her face hot.

-

Fred Weasley was eating his words.

The match was over before it began, the Slytherin players flying like bullets, (Y/N) ’s strategy working to absolute perfection, giving (Y/N) the perfect opportunity to catch the snitch without hesitation, winning the last game of the season.

The after-party was a blur of green and silver, fireworks, and cheering. One second (Y/N) was being hoisted up in the air by her teammates while they chanted her name; the next, she was playing games with giggle juice and fire whisky with her classmates. The snake lair was on fire with passion and excitement. While (Y/N) was reveling in it all, she had another celebration in mind. While her friends chanted so loud that the paintings were all forced to cover their ears, (Y/N) quickly slipped out of the common room and skipped happily up the stairs with a clear destination in mind.

As the sleeping form of the fat lady came into view, (Y/N) suddenly realized she had no actual plan. She couldn’t get into the Gryffindor common room, and even if she could, what would she do? Find Weasley in his dorm room and slap him? Cast a spell turning all the furniture silver and green to boast Slytherin pride? Steal Fred’s clothes while he was in the shower and- oh. Somewhat embarrassed at how eager she’d been to go to the Gryffindor common room and at how her thoughts kept wandering back to Fred, (Y/N) quickly turned around and began to go back to her dorm but was quickly stopped in her tracks.

Standing before her was the very person who’d been nagging at her thoughts all night. There was Fred Weasley, with dripping wet red hair and no shirt, looking down on her with irritation and amusement.

“Well well,” he said tauntingly, stepping closer and closer to her until her back was pressed against the wall. “Just what is the snake princess doing so close to the lion’s den? Came here to gloat?” Heat was radiating off of him. He was angry about the match.

(Y/N) swallowed, suddenly nervous, her usual Slytherin pride and confidence nowhere to be found. “As a matter of fact, Weaselbee, I’m here to see you. I told you I’d win, I’m here to claim my reward.”

Fred raised an eyebrow at this. He walked over to the fat lady, knocking on the portrait softly. The fat lady awoke with a jump, giving Fred a frustrated glare.  “Sorry about this,” said Fred. “Iced Mice.” The fat lady hesitated. “And just what are you doing bringing her in here?”

(Y/N)’ s bite finally returned as she spoke, “I can show you better than I can tell you. How about a charm for taking the tongues of bad singers?” Fred chuckled at that.

“Why, I never!” said the fat lady as she finally swung open the door.

Fred took hold of (Y/N) ’s hand as he walked in, dragging her behind him.

(Y/N)’ s words were full of venom as she whisper-shouted, “Just what do you think you’re doing, you slimy-”

“Just be quiet for once, princess.”

Indignation swelled in (Y/N) ’s chest, but she obeyed. Though she toothlessly fought back, attempting every now and then to snatch her arm away from him, deep down, she wanted to see where this would go.

Fred dragged her to a dark corner, taking her by her hips and lifting her onto a desk. 

“What the hell are you doing?” (Y/N) asked with a furious look, but there was no bite behind the glare. Her heart was pounding so loudly she was afraid he’d hear it. 

“You came for your reward, didn’t you? You were so desperate for it that you were willing to cheat during the match,” he said, moving her hair and leaning into her ear.

(Y/N) shuddered at the closeness before pushing him away. “I didn’t cheat, Weasley, the hell are you talking about?”

Fred hummed, smoking at her and placing his arms on either side of her, caging her in.

(Y/N) scoffed. “This is ridiculous, I can’t believe I wasted my time coming here. Have a nice life carrot top.”

(Y/N) pushed him again, hopping off the desk and starting to walk away from him, but Fred quickly grabbed her by the waist, pulling her back into him and placing a wet, passionate kiss on her lips. (Y/N)’ s eyes widened in shock as Fred Weasley, the person she hated most since first year, slipped his tongue into her mouth and lifted her back onto the desk. Shocked and confused, she pushed him away a third time.

Fred looked deeply into her eyes, a tendril of red hair hanging over his eyes, making him impossibly more attractive. “Oh c’mon, love, don’t act like you don’t want it too. Like you haven’t wanted it since fourth year when you walked in on me showering after the quidditch cup.”

(Y/N)’s face got hot at the memory. “I hate you. You hate me. I’m the “princess of Slytherin,” remember?”

“Well then, your highness, allow me to serve you,” said Fred, dropping to his knees.

“What are you doing?” (Y/N) asked, her voice shaking as Fred ran his hands up and down her thighs, barely past her skirt. The tight little green dress and those white knee-high socks she was wearing had been driving him crazy since he first saw them, and he wanted nothing more than to see what was hidden underneath them.

“I’m rewarding you, even if you did cheat like a naughty little serpent, somehow I feel like this will be just as much as a reward for me.” He spread her legs wide, getting in between them and slowly peeling back her skirt.

(Y/N) breathed in sharply. “You have tormented me for six years, and now you expect me to let you use me to get off?’ 

“‘M sorry,” said Fred, kissing her thigh softly. (Y/N) shuddered. Fred kissed his way up to her sopping wet heat, muttering “I’m sorries” between every kiss. He finally made his way to her lacy undergarment, placing a soft kiss there. “You’re so wet, darling,” he said, popping his head out and looking at her, “It seems like you’ve already forgiven me.”

“In your bloody dreams, Weasley,” (Y/N) said with an unconvincing scoff. “I’ll hate you until the day I die.”

Fred hummed before quickly dipping his head back between her thighs, sliding her panties to the side, and licking a long stripe through her slick.

(Y/N) let out a throaty moan at the sensation, gripping the desk tightly. 

Fred chuckled against her, the vibrations making her breathe in deeply. “What was that about you hating me, love?” he asked.

“Shut up and get on with my reward, asshole.”

Fred smirked. “As you wish, your grace.”

Fred grabbed her thighs tightly and went to work, taking her clit into his mouth and sucking it like a starving man. (Y/N) moaned loudly before placing her hand over her mouth. Fred looked up at her, his sudden pause making her whimper. “No, no, no, darling. Don’t hide the noises.” He slowly pushed a single long finger inside her. “Let the whole school know.” Another finger. He looked into her eyes with a wicked smile. “Let them all hear how the snake princess let a lion make her scream.” He added two fingers that time and rapidly pumped in and out. And, just as he said she would, (Y/N) screamed. She went to cover her mouth again, but with his free hand, he took both of her wrists and held them in front of her. It burned, but it felt so good. (Y/N) began to move her hips slightly to increase the sensation, making Fred smile. “That’s it, beautiful, good girl. Good girl.” Fred spoke in a way that was almost patronizing. If she weren’t so close to the edge, she probably would have made some snarky remark, but (Y/N) couldn’t think straight as the pressure in her stomach was building up, and the Weasley boy was making her see stars. She let out another loud moan, throwing her head back as the pressure became unbearable. 

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK,” (Y/N) screamed as Fred’s fingers slammed into her g-spot, and she finally couldn’t take it anymore. (Y/N) let out a scream as she came, barely aware of anything around her. Her vision went blurry as the hot juices spilled out of her. Fred wasted no time re-attaching his mouth to her drenched cunt, licking up her juices until she was clean. “Mmm, sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. Surprising for such a nasty girl,” Fred said, slapping her thigh, sliding her panties back over, and standing up.

He placed his arms on either side of her, staring at her intensely, his hair disheveled and her cum around his mouth. (Y/N) matched his gaze with equal intensity, her heart pounding, a million questions running through her head. After a few beats of silence, she finally spoke. 

“I still hate you.”

Fred actually laughed at that, shaking his head before looking back at her. “Beat me again, princess, and I’ll give you a better reward then my fingers and my  mouth,” he rasped into her ear before walking off to his dorm room, leaving her with her legs spread on a table of the Gryffindor common room.

“We’ll see how much you hate me then!”

[brucewaynehater101]

That Wingless Wing AU, I’m guessing that it’s probably like a 25-75 of whether people have wings or not? Because otherwise Jack and Janet wouldn’t hate the idea of wings, because they’d be normal, expected.

Anyway, what would the wings look like? Would they be regular bird wings? Angel wings? Bat wings? Dragon or devil wings? Any and all combinations? What do you think everyone’s wings would look like, and is there any meaning behind them?

Also, if the Joker removed Tim’s wings, I can only guess that it would leave a NASTY couple of scars. It would be easy enough to hide them… at least until Tim gets injured. How do the Batfam react when they realize what happened?

Finally, you specifically used the word “hybrid” to refer to winged people. Does that mean they have other instincts/characteristics, and are there other types of hybrids?

(Sorry it’s such a long ask!)

Og post for anyone who wants to check it out!

Fantastic questions! Let's get into it ^^

I didn't think about specifics for winged/hybrid population distribution, but it would be on the lower side. Less than 50%, but you could play the Drakes' attitude as a common sentiment of rich folk (something about dehumanization, lack of rights, history, increased prevalence of hybrids, etc).

In Gotham, the social attitude about hybrids is better. The Waynes are famous for their wings, after all, and Martha Wayne had gorgeous wing decorations/jewelry.

As far as wing type, it depends on how far you want the AU to go. For this one specifically, it's simpler for there to only be winged hybrids. This still opens the AU for tons of exploration on the types of wings each person has (although, I'm curious if Penguin is a hybrid and how that works).

Overall, their instincts/needs/behaviors are similar. There may be some small distinctions (like wing type care or personality), but they all desire connection, a nest (both in a metaphorical "home" sense and a physical cuddling space), helping their loves ones, preening, and calls/coos/vocal stuff (not all of them are birds). Add more if you'd like!

Dick's wings are colorful. He's also more vocal and cuddly. He's often cooing and being physically affectionate with others (such as rubbing his face against someone else like some birds do).

Jason's were white. Because of his inability to take care of them, they were grey/dirty and wilted at first. If you want to hc the Lazarus Pits gave him his wings back, then they came back black (like a crow or raven).

Oof.... So I know I said Joker saw Tim as a bird with his wings... But I really love the idea of Tim having dragon wings. They had holes and were shriveled due to his constant disuse and the amulet. The wings he makes for Robin are mechanical bird ones, but he does miss his own wings.

Cass isn't a hybrid, but she does understand the others' instincts. She gets eerily good at mimicking different calls and will be first to drag someone into the nest.

Steph has gorgeous bird wings that are one vibrant color. Purple sounds like a cop out, so maybe a midnight blue or deep pastel yellow.

Damian and all of the al Ghuls have bat wings. Bruce, on the other hand, has red wings that he uses black temp die for patrols.

Jim Gordon doesn't have wings. He would not have made it to Commissioner if he did (anti-hybrid sentiment has gotten better, but not enough). I can't decide if Barbara should have wings or not. Either way, she can't use them when she becomes paralyzed :(

Duke's wings are either orange or yellow with cool black highlights and patterns to them ^^

Alfred is not a hybrid, but he was in a thruple with Martha and Thomas Wayne. He helped them with their preening and helped Bruce (and later all the batkids) as well

I could give all of them specific meanings behind their wings/what animal they are closest to, but not now. Instead! Let's get into Tim's scars.

TW: wing removal, torture, JJ

The Joker was not kind nor careful about the removal. The pain and gore were as much the point as the removal themselves. Tim still wakes up choking on his breath over the feeling of his wings being removed. The physical pain, emotional, and hybrid instinct hell were brutal for the kid.

The scars were gnarly, but his parents paid for treatments to lessen how much they etched into Tim's skin. By the end, they were a bit thinner and paler. They were still very visible but not as painful to look at.

For humor and angst sake, let's say the batfam learns about Tim's missing spleen. He shows off the scar and shrugs.

The others are having a reasonable breakdown over Tim losing his spleen when one of them asks, "Have you lost any more body parts?"

Tim pauses too long.

The Bats freak out some more.

[littlejuicebox]

Puppy love.

Idk how this has become an almost nightly update, but I swear I have so many ideas for this little family, it's ridiculous.

Sorry for all the Dadstarion spam to the peeps that aren't into it. I promise I'm going to pivot now. I have to edit MWC and I'm aiming to get it up this weekend or early next week.

Tags/Warnings: all fluff, Dadstarion, parenting, babies, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of animal death, idk what else but comment if you see anything

Summary: Three year old Gale finds a dog in the orchard, but there’s something curious about this interaction. Astarion is struggling with parenthood in the face of his child’s growing understanding of the world.

Word count: 1800

*

Astarion had, against his own wishes, been required to participate much more in this year’s orchard harvest than in years previous. Your swollen stomach certainly got in the way of performing too much manual labor and you’d enlisted your husband’s help for the more difficult parts. 

“Darling, this is really more your thing.” Astarion sighs, crossing his arms as he assesses your pout. You’d just asked him to climb the ladder and pick apples from the taller parts of the trees.

“My love, I know you are such a wonderful father and husband that you wouldn’t dare say no to the mother of your children when she asks for help while she is currently incubating two of your precious offspring.” You respond sweetly, batting your eyelashes at your husband, “Unless you’re suggesting I should climb onto the ladder in my heavily encumbered state, dear?” 

“I hate you.” He responds with a huff and a quick roll of his eyes while trudging toward the ladder.

“No, you don’t.” You call after him before nestling yourself into the picnic blanket with Gale. The silver-haired boy was playing with a set of wooden ducks that had been whittled for him by Halsin, simply ‘quack quack quacking’ as he took a break from his part of the harvest. His little fingers were stained red by the cranberries he’d helped you pick.

Astarion reluctantly picked apples from a handful of trees before he gave up and settled down beside the two of you, insisting he would simply hire people to complete the rest of the harvest.

“I’m far too hungry to continue, love,” He complained before delving into the picnic basket and pulling out lunch.

Your stomach growls in response to the smell of food carrying in the autumn breeze. Fine, he was right, it was far too much work for two adults and a three year old.

As you eat, you watch Gale attempt more than once to bite into an oversized apple his father had picked from the orchard. The child had the item cupped in both his hands, and he kept opening his mouth far too wide, sinking only his incisors into the fruit’s thin flesh.

You stifle a giggle as he bites down and sends the McIntosh flying from his tiny fingers onto the checkered picnic blanket.

“Gale, darling, perhaps you should ask daddy to cut that,” You suggest as you finish the last few bites of Astarion’s sandwich. You’d instantly devoured your meal; the twins kept you ravenous. Your husband offered half of his own to you with a peck to your temple and gentle brush of his fingers along your rapidly growing stomach.

The elf might be exceptionally self-serving when it came to his interactions with the rest of the world, but he’d always been particularly self-sacrificing for his little love.

Gale grunts dramatically as he bends to retrieve his food and then turns to look at his father. Astarion lifts his eyes from his book to acknowledge the boy with a quirked eyebrow.

“Daddy, I want the knife for I can cut this,” he says, eagerly holding out one of his hands, hoping his father will let him use the dagger.

“I think we have a few more years before you’re using blades, little prince,” Astarion responds while snapping his book shut. Then he reaches into the picnic basket to retrieve your old sussur dagger before wiggling his fingers, beckoning for the apple.

Gale groans, disappointed that he can’t hold the knife, but obliges and hands the McIntosh to his father. A few quick cuts later and Astarion is placing the sliced wedges of fruit down in front of the silver-haired boy.

“What do you say, Gale?” You prompt as the child begins eating the fruit.

“Thank you, daddy!” The three year old responds through a mouthful of apple.

Astarion ruffles the little boy’s curls, “You’re welcome, little prince.” 

A soft whine comes from a few trees away, and Gale’s head lifts from his lunch to search for the source of the sound. His curious green eyes scan the orchard.

“A doggy!” He exclaims, immediately dropping his apple slice and moving to run toward the floppy eared mutt.

But Astarion snatches his son’s hand, halting him, “Gale, you can’t just go running after—“

“Come here, puppy!” Gale calls, ignoring his father. The dog immediately obeys, running toward the child with a wagging tail and lolling tongue.

You chuckle as Astarion wrinkles his nose in displeasure, protectively pulling his son back onto the picnic blanket and eyeing the animal suspiciously. 

“It’s just a lost puppy, Astarion.” You murmur, watching the mutt closely as it slows its approach, cocking its head slightly in curiosity. It doesn’t appear to be past adolescence.

The dog whines again, its brown eyes focused on the little boy. 

“She say she is hungry!” Gale exclaims before he crouches down to grab an apple slice, “Here, puppy!”

He attempts to toss the fruit to the dog, but doesn’t manage to get it quite far enough. The floppy eared creature slowly steps forward and takes the offering, watching your family cautiously.

Another whine comes from the puppy after it finishes the apple slice, and Gale crinkles his white eyebrows while turning to look at his father. 

“Papa, she say her mommy is hurt!” He explains, lifting a small finger to point to the back of the orchard, “Over there!”

You and Astarion exchange shocked glances. A silent conversation ensues between two pairs of eyes that know one another better than anyone else. Is the little boy actually communicating with the dog?

Astarion stands, his eyebrows furrowed, intent on confirming your suspicions. He heads in the direction your child pointed, toward the edge of your property located just more than fifty paces away.

Without his father holding him back, Gale runs to the mutt and begins to chatter excitedly, cooing praises of adoration as he pets the creature. You watch your son curiously as the animal licks the remnants of Gale’s lunch off his hands, her tail wagging happily.

When your husband returns, he’s got that same furrowed brow. Gale is distracted by the dog as Astarion calls to you, “Gwann.”

Dead.

You crinkle your eyebrows, mirroring Astarion’s puzzled expression, and then turn your focus back to your son. He must be able to communicate with the dog, there’s no other explanation.

“It looks like coyotes must have gotten to her,” Astarion explains, his voice low as he also assesses his son,  “And before you even suggest anything, no, Tav. Absolutely not. The twins are almost here, we won’t have time to—“

“Daddy!” Gale calls, running back towards his father, his new dog friend in tow, “Where her mommy go? We can help!”

Shit.

Astarion brings his fingers to anxiously pull at his own ear. 

Nine hells.

They’re adopting the damn dog, aren’t they? 

“Well, Gale…” Astarion starts, and he flicks his eyes to you, flailing his hand open in an exasperated gesture as he struggles to come up with an explanation, “Her mommy is sick and had to go to the… animal doctor. So… I told her mommy we would watch her until she got better.” 

A lie, yes. And not a particularly good one. But Astarion isn’t about to explain death to his three-year-old.

The little boy’s eyes widen in excitement as a grin spreads across his face. He turns to look at the puppy, and somehow he’s able to figure out the dog has no idea what his father said, so he repeats the gist of it to the floppy eared mutt. The dog listens and cocks its head curiously, but then seems to give some indication of agreement.

Poor little thing.

The two of you exchange glances again. You’re going to have to discuss this once Gale goes to bed.

“Come on, darling, get your toys and let’s head back inside,” You tell the little boy, “I’m sure your new friend is very hungry; we can find something for her there. Daddy is going to pick a few more apples and then join us.” 

As the three year old is grabbing his toys, you exchange another pointed glance with your husband before thrusting your chin in the direction of the dead dog. 

“Haudh,” You murmur. Grave. You want Astarion to bury the animal before the puppy winds up finding her dead mother and tells Gale. He nods his understanding and bids the two of you goodbye, waiting until you are out of sight before heading toward the back of the orchard. 

And here he thought he was done burying corpses.

*

Later that night, you and your husband are in bed after just putting your son and his new companion, Apple, to sleep. Gale had chosen the name while he helped you bathe the puppy. 

Astarion had rolled his eyes and whispered to you, “I don’t know which is worse, Scratch or Apple.”

But he’d started referring to the dog by that name, regardless. 

The elf closes his eyes and presses his fingers into the sockets with a soft groan, “I didn’t know what else to say, Tav. We couldn’t very well tell our extremely sensitive son that the pup’s mother died. You know how he would’ve responded. All the saplings in the orchard would’ve been knocked down.” 

You can’t help but laugh at your husband as he works through the events of today.

He snaps his eyes open and glares at you, raking his hands through his curls and completely ruining them in the process, “It’s not funny, dear.” 

“It kind of is, my Star,” You shrug, moving forward to press a gentle, comforting kiss to your husband’s lips, “But I love watching you try and protect Gale’s soft heart.” 

Astarion shakes his head at you with a belabored sigh, “Parenting is impossible.” 

“Perhaps… but we’ve done other impossible things, haven’t we, my love?” You whisper, and the twins roll in your stomach, signaling their assent.

Astarion sighs again and nods, bringing his hand to rest upon the swell of your abdomen. He smiles as he feels the movement of the two little ones within. 

“Sometimes I think you just manage to convince me anything is possible, little love. And I’m so foolishly enamored with you that I’ll believe anything you say.” The elf says through a lopsided, exhausted grin.  

“And apparently I’ll do anything you say, like moonlighting as a farmer and digging a damn grave for a dog,” He continues, his nose wrinkling in displeasure, “You’re lucky you’re cute, darling.” 

You chuckle; the phrase reminds you of the times before Astarion so willingly told you he loved you, back when the two of you had no idea what you were doing.

In many ways, the two of you still don’t have a clue.

But you have each other. And just like every time before, you would figure it out. Together.

[itsphoenix0724]

I don’t know if your still doing the bouquet event. But an orchid with Rhysand sounds wonderful!

Orchid (Rhysand x Reader)

Warnings: angst (don't hate me)

Word Count: 970

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A/N: Thank you for visiting my page, I'm so sorry this took me so long to write. Reader takes the place of Feyre in this fic so Nesta and Elain are her sisters. I have a very complicated relationship with Rhys idk why he's just super hard to write for me. Please don't kill me but this is angsty I'm so sorry. But I hope that you enjoy it <3

You haven’t been able to leave the nursery since you brought your baby home. He was perfect, the crown of inky black hair matching his father, with your eyes staring back up at you. You’re humming softly rocking the cradle back and forth as he sleeps, the knitted bat stuffed animal curled under his small arm. Your body tenses as your husband slips through the doorway, he utters your name and you glare at him without stopping your lullaby. 

“I will not discuss this in front of our son.” Your tone betrays nothing of your feelings, refusing to let anything show in his presence. Rhys’s face pales a shade but he nods and gestures with his head to the door. After giving a subtle nod you leave the sleeping prince in his cradle, safely guarded by moonlit dreams, and follow Rhys out of the room. You want for nothing more than a glass of liquor, preferably the strongest Velaris has to offer, as you stand across the study from your husband.  Alas, you are nursing so your desire remains a boiling headache sprouting in your temples. 

“Darling-” Rhysand starts, but you raise one hand and he stops speaking, snapping his jaw shut. You take a moment to look at Rhysand fully. His raven hair, so normally well-kempt, is run through and the purple half-moons under his eyes cast grotesque shadows on unnaturally pale skin. You’ve barely spoken to him in days since Nyx was born. 

In fact, you’ve refused to see any of the inner circle at all seldom your sisters.

“I am going to talk now. You are going to do nothing but listen.” You will steel into your spine, wishing your power to grant you the strength for this. Rhys nods once sitting in his chair and wringing his hands together in his lap. “You made me your equal, and yet you betray me. You force the hands of our truest friends to betray me.” You have felt a tidal wave of emotions since you found out what your mate kept from you. 

Anger, betrayal, disgust, but all you feel now is sadness. 

Sadness at the reaper that seems to have been following you through your first week as a mother, angry at your sister for snatching your family back from the cold iron of his grip. 

“You have proven that the members of this court will obey your wishes without any regard for me as your equal. Not only that, the worst thing about this is you were going to let us die in ignorance, after promising that I would always have a choice with you. That is what truly breaks me, Mate.” You watch your husband fall apart before you. The High Lord of Night crumbling and dissolving like salt in water. You want to go to him, you want to ease his sobs and tell him that everything is alright. 

But everything is very much not all right. 

“Why?” is the only thing you can manage to croak out, your tears finally cracking the damn that you’ve built to keep them at bay. Rhys stands, crossing the room and three wide steps, and wraps you in his arms. You try to fight it but you let yourself collapse into the warm embrace he offers. You wail, cursing the world and your mate, beating your hands against his chest half-heartedly. He cups your cheek a thumb running to wipe the silver from your eyes, but your hands remain limp at your sides.

“I have no excuse,” he swears sinking to his knees you follow him melting without the force of his weight to keep you upright. “I tried to do my best by Madja’s instructions. I did not want to rip the joy from you, but I had no right. I’m so sorry my love, so so sorry. I wanted to bring you the news with a solution.”  You still choke around your sobs, the solid iron you’ve built around the bond cracking just a fraction, letting some of its golden light shine back through. 

“You also had no right to send Nesta on that hike. Her intentions may have been egregious, but she is the only one who was honest with me.” Rhys’s lips press into a thin line, the topic of your sister always a touchy one, but he nods. 

“I’ll do my best to be better for you.” Rhys gulps around the tightening in his throat. You don’t know how long you spend crying on the floor of his study, Rhys soothing your hair before something finally lightens in your heart and you let go. 

Forgiveness. 

You realize after one heartbeat, then two, that this feeling is forgiveness. You almost collapse under the weight of it. You meet Rhysand’s eyes and let the walls of the bond fall and you feel the palpable relief, see it in his eyes. 

“You have to be better.” You mutter, and Rhys nods resting his forehead against yours. 

“I’ll do better for you. For Nyx. For our family.” He swears and you feel the burn of another promise singeing into your skin, the stretching wings of a dove appearing on your sternum, you can see the twin appearing on Rhys’s own skin. Finally, you press your lips to his and he melts hauling you onto his lap. His kiss is bruising, the bond between you both singing happily in your chests. This healing road will be long, and the trust you’ve built with your family now broken and fragile. But the road is visible, the fog of pain gone from the path you must take. You will forgive, no matter how hard it will be. Rhys’s hands are shaking as he presses a kiss to your forehead. After all of the pain.

Forgiveness is a welcome feeling.

[fruitylittlewriter]

I love you, I'm sorry - [Agathario]

Summary: shameless Agathario fix-it-fic because I cannot stand how Marvel left them.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: loss of a child, regret, death (not explicit)

The idea that death might ever come for her without the sweet face of the woman she’d loved for centuries was enough to turn her ancient, iron stomach. How could she ever succumb to the end looking into anything but the eyes she came to know as her sons? Nicky had looked like Agatha, it’s true, but those eyes were Rio’s, and so too had been the tip of his nose which she kissed every night. 

...

"I never wanted to take him from you,"

"You didn't, he was never mine to keep,"

...

Whether the wind whipping around them had calmed or Agatha had simply ceased to notice it she did not know. 

No, Agatha thought. It was all wrong. 

Rio was right, she wasn’t mad at her, possibly never had been. And as the guilt and shame settled in her chest, she cursed the time they’d lost with each other, with Nicky. Why don’t you want me? Rio had asked. Why? She couldn’t face him. Her baby deserved a mother better than she, one who wouldn’t muddy his innocence with her fear of being betrayed. Though she would abhor forever what her coven had done to her, Nicky deserved softness. Agatha cringed at the thought of her son’s last day, cringed again upon remembering what she’d said to Rio on the road. How could she have said that? You took. It was Rio that had given her their son to begin with, with whom she had made that beautiful boy from scratch. How could she have been so cavalier with her words, as if Rio had not had to take their son from the arms of his sleeping mother? They both loved Nicky, but no one in the world loved Agatha like Rio did. Her sobs the morning she awoke cradling Nicky’s lifeless body rattled around inside her head like the echo of a tolling bell, though now she thought of Rio. Had Rio heard her cries? Had the sound ripped the black, beating heart clean from her chest? Agatha had never considered the tears Rio must have shed, how much she gave up, what she risked to give Agatha the time she got. And after everything- 

Agatha felt everything, the rough bark against her back through the cloth of her dress, the earth beneath her; her hair was sweaty and plastered to her forehead, pressure bearing down in her whole body. Something was wrong, she could feel it as she tried desperately to bring her son forth. Never had Agatha thought that the sight of Rio’s face would make the blood run cold in her veins the way it did when she appeared by the lakeside, green cloak draped over her shoulders. Agatha begged and pleaded, why would Rio come? Surely it could not be. Surely, she would not take her son away. “Please, my love,” Anything, Agatha would do anything to save her child. Rio’s blushing cheeks and raven hair should have been such a comfort, but she was there to steal. To steal the breath of Agatha’s child from its lungs, to steal the life from her womb. In that moment, Agatha was an animal, a mother, and Rio was a threat. Not the love of her life or Nicky’s mom, but a something to be stopped. Rio was powerful and Agatha her only weak spot, so Agatha drew her knife and pressed it into the only place on Rio she could hurt. “If you do this I will hate you forever,” 

After everything-

The idea that death might ever come for her without the sweet face of the woman she’d loved for centuries was enough to turn her ancient, iron stomach. How could she ever succumb to the end looking into anything but the eyes she came to know as her sons? Nicky had looked like Agatha, it’s true, but those eyes were Rio’s, and so too had been the tip of his nose which she kissed every night. 

Agatha’s gaze felt a thousand pounds, weighed down and stuck staring at the ground before her. It was this same weight that would keep her from her son if she let it. 

Agatha Harkness, the way Rio said her name had always made her feel powerful, but she had been a coward for so long now. 

Formidable. 

The formidable Agatha Harkness ought not to be defined by her fear, by her shame… 

I ought to have killed you the moment you left my body. She had always been evil, hadn’t she? Agatha thought back to Nicky’s first moments; holding him, gazing into his beautiful, familiar eyes for the first time, how nothing in the entire world could have changed how she felt about him. That moment she held him, and realised that forever her heart would be walking around outside of her chest. Nicky was so perfect, he deserved everything she had to give. 

Perhaps looking up would be the bravest thing Agatha ever did. And so for Nicky, for Rio, for herself, she found strength. 

It was her eyes, the look on Rio’s face that tore clean through the armor she’d spent years tending. Agatha must have hurt her profoundly to have earned the stoney mask that slipped over Rio’s features. 

Her feet were iron and the ground a magnet, but she willed her legs to move. Just one small step. 

“Rio,” Her voice was a whisper, almost lost in the distance between them. Her eyes burned, could she do it?

Rio met her gaze, her mouth wired stubbornly closed, attempting to fortify herself in preempt against whatever Agatha had cooked up to force her hand, to let that teenaged witchling continue to hitch a free ride in one of her bodies. “No, Agatha,” She bit. “I have to take him, it’s my job, I can’t--” 

Agatha cut her off, legs finally finding the strength to carry her forward. The distance between them disappeared into nothing as Agatha threw herself into her lover’s arms. Like a stone sinking into water Agatha was enveloped. Then, Agatha kissed her. Rushed and reflexive, and for no reason but to feel Rio against her again. Their mouths slotted together, teeth and tongues, all surrendered to passion, to love. All that could not be said passing between them. What a relief, to feel Agatha so closely, to feel her pulse under her fingers as they tightened around her wrists, to feel Agatha’s touch on her face, their bodies a hairsbreadth from melting into one another such that they might never be pulled apart by anything ever again. Her hand found the back of Rio’s head, pulling her close, protecting her from what, she did not know, but something great and looming. “I don’t hate you,” She sobbed into the tiny gap between them, their foreheads pressed together. There was a pause, a silence where Agatha worried Rio might never believe her, might never let her back in. Then, all be damned, Rio pulled her in and Agatha felt Rio’s ribs shake softly against her as Rio’s fingers took fists of her dress.

“I’m sorry,” Rio’s voice wavered in Agatha’s ear. 

Agatha pulled away, clutched Rio’s face between her palms and stared into her watering eyes with more command and purpose than she had ever done. “No,” She said, her voice stern. “My love,” Rio gripped Agatha’s wrist, eyebrows knitting together. It had been a long time since she’d heard that name, and the last time had changed something in her, leaving it broken and mangled. “You have nothing to apologize for,” Her eyes burned once more, brimming with tears. “I am so sorry,”

“I never wanted to take him from you,”

“You didn’t,” Hot droplets rolled down her face as she remembered their boy; his laugh, his voice, his face. Rio had bent the world in half to give her time with him. Agatha leaned in, her chin tilted up so that her lips could meet the tip of Rio’s nose, tears streaming down her cheeks. “He was never mine to keep,” Her throat tightened. “He was always meant to go with you… as I am,”

“Agatha,” Rio’s head tilted to the side, her eyebrows tightening. 

“I have lived without you long enough,” Agatha’s words ghosted Rio’s lips as she chased after them, her eyes coming up to meet Agatha’s. “If it’s quite alright with you I’d like to amend my last request,”

“Please,”

“Lay me next to Nicky?”

Agatha felt another tear roll into her palm.

“As if I could ever leave you to rest without him,”

Rio lets Agatha pull her in once more, as if she might ever get enough of Agatha’s lips on hers, as if her need for her might ever be sated. “Take me home?”

“With pleasure, my love,” Rio pulled away from her and Agatha reached out, already missing her touch. What was she doing? She watched Rio’s eyes land on something in the grass before leaning over to pick it up. “I believe this belongs to you,” Rio took Agatha’s collar in her fingers, affixing her broach to the fabric. Her hands worked their way to Agatha’s hair, tucking a flower behind one ear. “Shall we?”

...

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[freshpizzalady]

Funny: someone noticed I'm like Yukia

From a discussion on "Karasu wa Aruji wo Erabanai" anime:

TAKASAKI: "There is absolutely nothing going on in this anime!

I don't like anyone in this anime. All the characters are assholes.

There is a very painstaking work by the author himself to create a certain universe and that's the only reason I watch his efforts. All the characters are very meticulously crafted, but they're all shit. It applies to the brides that are spelled out down to the last detail, and to all men too …! This "riter"does not enjoy the characters (she hates them more than she loves them - she's not the first and she's not the last), but the world she created, and the characters are just pawns on a chessboard that can be sacrificed."

"What? Thirteen episodes we've been fooled with brides, and in the sixteenth episode it's shown that he married Hamayu off-screen. Whaaaaaat? When did they ever…. Well… Okay, I don't have any questions about this piece. Here, the scenery changes like a woman changes clothes, at the will of the author. Did I realize she's already his wife? Yuki's sold back into slavery, he'll be a regular there from now on. And the author gave him a nice girl, I wish the author had no “surprises” about her."

Me: "About Yukiya, you didn't get it again this time, due to inattention and habit of patterns…. Actually, this anime isn't made for export, but more for those Japanese people with whom the original novels are popular. So it's not "that way" and "about that" compared to modern standard (well, or “non-standard”) anime. Also, this crow world has its own “divine afterthought” that will make them all, without exception, pretty fucked up at the end, if they ever show it)."

TAKASAKI: "...I don't know how to answer in this situation and so that it doesn't offend me and your question (post)."

"I remember myself so many years ago, when having read an AWESOME work, you are trying to explain it to everyone and they look at you like a fool."

Me: "I'm not running around trying to prove how awesome this "Raven" is and that everyone should watch it. It's just that other reactions and assumptions about it are interesting, and I can't resist some clarification."

TAKASAKI: "Snotty little snot!" "You have the same personality as Yuki. I can see why you liked that piece of writing. A girl who's pissed off for being scolded. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scold or insult you! Your understanding of this piece seemed too fanatical to me. It's a serious challenge for such a young mind.

And about my templates, standards and clichés, you better not think about it, girl, because they have arisen a very long time ago, when I started watching anime, very long ago."

Me: "Yeah, that's a nice compliment, both funny and flattering, to be honest. I still remember the pre-standard and pre-patterned anime times…"

[humanoidluv]

9 people you'd like to get to know better

tagged by nightwing fan who listens to my insane rambles: @nightwvngss

three non romantic duos: akechi goro & ken amada, dick grayson & calvin rose, yuri petrov & barnaby brooks jr. sorry for spicing it up with not just dc but :D

a ship that might surprise others: ra'sliam (william cobb x ra's al ghul) this ship is virtually non-existent and was created by me but i think those 2 have a lot of potential. william genuinely hates the waynes while ra's wants bruce as his heir, both have grandsons (great-grandson for william: dick grayson!) adopted by bruce, both are immortals of atleast 100+ years, both are assassins and apart of groups wanting to control gotham-- part of my love for this ship (& the court of owls' relation with the league in general) is from the gotham knights game, which doesn't have william or ra's in it but it focusses on the relationship and tension between the league and the court (while the batfam is dealing with bruce dying for real this time!). there are a few more ships i love that are virtually non-existent (grant wilson x dick grayson), etc etc.

last song: dancing in the moonlight by king harvest . i was goin thru some 80's music because i recently stopped using major streaming platforms (spotify apple music youtube music pandora etc etc etc) and have switched to a 🏴‍☠️d one. currently trying to rebuild by spotify playlist of 11k there so my usual music has all just been 80's as of late

last film: xmen: first class !!!!

currently reading: multitasker <//3 robin (2021), xmen: magneto testament, marvel vs dc, aquaman/green arrow: deep target, & detective comics: 1937

currently watching: i'm not watching anything at this moment BUT i am a multitasker and can almost never sit down and watch a show all the way through, so i start a lot of stuff-- titans (its bad i know i just like the almost fatherly/brotherly relationship dick has with rose and raven in it), young justice, the penguin, teen titans, justice league: action, harley quinn, x-men (the original animated series),

currently consuming: nothing!! i did have sea salt chips earlier though, 10/10.

currently craving: nothing for food! for life a lot of things. an ability to transfer my ideas to paper, for one. hmm.

annnd.. hm. i dont really have anyone to @ so @flyrobinflyy & @3leafstem !!

[kissorkill16]

A New Member And Investigation: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Nicky introduces someone new to the Inventor's Club/Rescue Squad.

Nicky walked in the door to Mr. Murtaugh's classroom, glad to see that everyone was already there.

"Nicky!", Trinity squealed as she ran right to him, wrapping his arms around him and crying into his shoulder. "Ivan is missing! We went out last night to find some more information on Crowface, now he's not picking up his phone! Have you seen him?Please tell me you've seen him."

Nicky shook his head.

"I'm sorry, no. I was in the woods."

Maritza's eyebrows fumbled in confusion. "What were you doing in the woods?", she asked.

"I was also trying to find more information on Crowface. Not only does he have teleportation powers, but he also has mind control powers. Last night, we were there, and they had demon red eyes."

"Woah, creepy. But on the other hand, it could also just be a -", Enzo was interrupted by Delroy putting his hand up.

"Hold up. Nick, what do you mean we?", he asked.

Nicky gestured the person waiting near the door to come in, and everyone was surprised to see that it was Finch. She smiled and waved nervously.

"Why the hell is she here?", Maritza asked, her voice stern.

"Because I want to introduce her as a new member of our group. She's the one who gave me the information about the animals, and she saved me from a rabid fox with her slingshot.", Nicky replied.

Trinity took a deep breath.

"So let me get this straight.", she started off. "You and Finch, the girl who's bullied you from the moment you got to this school, the girl who took a picture of your mental breakdown, went into the woods alone together, and somehow made it out alive?"

"Trinity, that's not -"

"He's telling the truth, guys! I promise it's not a trick, we really did see something abnormal -"

"Shut up.", said Delroy. "Listen, Nick. I don't really care about you, but you are way too forgiving, man. This bitch -"

Before Delroy could say any more, Finch ran out of the room. Nicky ran after her, not caring that Trinity was calling after him.

Nicky found Finch curled up next to a water fountain with her face in her knees. He sat down next to her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Finch, I'm really sorry for what happened back there.", he said. "But I'm sure they believe you about the -"

"It's not that.", she interrupted. "It's not about the information, it's the fact that I bullied you for so long. They're right to hate me, even after I was threatened to apologize. Everyone is seriously defending you now, even Delroy. Freaking Delroy!", she said.

Nicky sighed. "Look, I know what they said was hurtful, but they still had no right. And if Delroy is right about one thing, it's that I'm the forgiving type. Although I haven't completely forgiven you for what you've done, I'm willing to give you a chance."

Finch smiled at him, then got up and dusted herself off. Nicky held her hand, "Now let's go back in there and tell them what we know."

The two went back into the room, and everyone was still displeased at having her there.

"Look, just hear us out, okay? Especially her.", said Nicky, pointing to Finch.

Everyone shared a look, then they nodded.

"Crowface has been mind controlling the animals in the woods. Trinity, Delroy, remember when the crows charged at us in the woods when we chased after him? Well with Finch and I, we were able to get a closer look, and they all had red eyes.", he said.

"It's gotta be a mind control thing, because there's no way the ravens would just attack out of the blue. Unless you mess with them too much.", said Finch.

Enzo nodded along. "That's actually really freaky. But we're actually in the middle of a massive case at the moment. Do you happen to know anyone who could be him? Or her? Did it have any characteristics that match with anyone else's?"

Nicky's eyes furrowed in confusion. "Okay, first of all, the thing was wearing a cloak. Second of all, I don't think Crowface is a person in a costume. Maybe he's just an extraterrestrial being with supernatural powers."

Delroy scoffed in annoyance, "Well if it's not a damn costume, then why the hell does it look like one?", he grumbled, then he shook himself off and turned to a more agreeable attitude. "You know, while you two were in the woods, we've been investigating everywhere else in Raven Brooks. I've been near the bakery, Enzo's been at the Town Hall, Trinity's been at the school with Ivan, and Maritza's been at the Taxidermist's."

Finch's head snapped up in shock. "Wait a minute, both Trinity and Ivan have been here at the school?", she asked.

"Yes!", Trinity exclaimed. "And now he's nowhere to be found! We've looked everywhere for him, and the last place we've all heard he's been is Mr. Murtaugh's classroom."

"He said he thinks Mr. Murtaugh is Crowface.", said Maritza.

"It's because he got a B+ on his last assignment.", said Enzo.

Nicky pressed at his temple. "Look, that doesn't mean it's him -"

"That's what I tried to tell him!", Enzo snapped.

Nicky paused for a moment before continuing. "Crowface isn't a person in a costume. No normal person could make animals charge at you on command, and no normal person could disappear in the blink of an eye."

"What're you kids up to?"

All of the kids nearly jumped out of their skins when they saw Mr. Murtaugh peeking through the door, that same creepy smile on his face. At this point, it was getting less scary and more annoying.

"Nothing, Mr. Murtaugh.", they all said, faces and voices blank.

However, the creepy teacher wasn't satisfied with that answer.

"You know, that's always your answer to my question. What're you kids up to? Come on now, dear kids. I'm your teacher, you can tell me anything. What're you kids really up to?", he asked again.

"None of your damn business!", said Delroy.

Mr. Murtaugh stepped back, hand on his chest. "Ooh, feisty. That's nice. Alright, I guess if you're not going to tell me, I guess I'll be out of your hair.", he said, disappearing out of the room.

Maritza was the first one to speak. "That guy might not be Crowface, but he's definitely fucking creepy as shit."

"Agreed.", said Trinity.

Then Finch had a thought. "What if he knows about Crowface, and how Ivan disappeared? I mean, he may not be the raven dude, but I bet he's someone working for him.", she said.

"What if no one is Crowface, but they're people working for him?", she said. "Either it's mind control, or they're doing this at their own free will."

[alovelyburn]

There are Thoughts that I don't have the language to vocalize about how Guts and Griffith have very clear animal imagery. But I feel like said imagery is also often used to highlight moments when they're losing their humanity. It's not just 'Guts is loyal, and that's why he's associated with dogs!' It's 'whenever Guts is losing himself to battle and dark emotions, the helmet of his Berserker armor is hiding his face'.

And like. That's not the only thing. There's also stuff like, the entire time Griffith is at his lowest, between his imprisonment and the Eclipse, his face is never shown. Then he becomes Femto and his mask kind of, becomes part of his face. And then I saw a post about how when Guts thinks about Griffith, there are times when he remembers Griffith's face, and other situations where he only visualizes the mask with nothing beneath it. Only when Griffith is 'reborn as a human' again do we start seeing his face again, and it's largely been with no mask to cover it.

I remember you've done a lot of analysis about Berserk analyzing the positives and negatives of 'humanity'. Humanity is not portrayed as an inherently good thing, it's tied up with a lot of negativity and messiness. But shedding your humanity is kind of. Cowardly? Or not cowardly but. It's not better? It's something the Godhand do because their negative emotions are so overpowering that they freeze their emotions rather than deal with it. And even reborn as a human, Griffith claims his heart is still frozen (even if it's implied he's not being entirely truthful or accurate.)

But? Just? Humanity themes. And animal symbolism. And animal symbolism being also strongly associated with Griffith and Guts' flaws. Griffith is a falcon because of his soaring ambition, but his ambition created troublesome situations. Guts is a dog but this is first introduced with parallels between him and the dog that followed Gambino around, and later the Beast of Darkness takes the form of a dog.

And! I feel like there is a thing! There is more stuff to analyze here! But I cannot summarize it in a pithy thesis. And also have not read/studied Berserk enough times to. Crystallize. It. I think it's maybe cool though.

Okay there's a lot to unpack here, so bear with me. Also... I'm never going to use Falcon, I'm sorry, I just can't, lmao.

First! Berserk absolutely goes all in on animal themes, particularly for Guts and Griffith but some of the side characters get these references as well, e.g. Charlotte is a duck, Isidro is a monkey, and Casca I think was recently referred to as a red raven. In most cases it seems to primarily just be a comment on the character's personality (remains to be seen with Casca). But in Guts and Griffith's case I think it's often used to demarcate the place where their full self is vs. their... primal pieces? For lack of a better term.

What I mean is, Griffith himself is a complex human being full of virtues and flaws and loves and hates and self-doubts and confidence and fear, etc. His ambition, his ruthlessness, his general loftiness are parts of him, but only parts. The Hawk, even when he's still human, is more of an embodiment of his high vision, his ambitions and his ruthlessness - he sees everything from above, he aims for the sky, and he is a bird of prey.

When he becomes Femto part of what's happening is that the parts of him that soft and messy and human become buried (or removed, or frozen) and what's left is The Hawk - in both its most malevolent and most aspirational forms. When he's at his absolute worst, his face is obscured by shadow and all you see is the Hawk as represented by his helmet (or "helmet" in Femto's case).

The thing about his low point (post torture-pre eclipse) that's interesting to me is that, yes his face is largely obscured, but the parts you do see are the most expressive parts - his eyes, his mouth - and what's obscuring his face is no longer the helmet that represents the Hawk, but a mockery of that helmet. If you want to really read into it, you could say that his being literally locked into a cruel imitation of his iconic helmet represents where his head is at and, unfortunately, his ultimate fate. Because while he is trying (with some success tbh) to adjust to his new situation, he's still unable to fully release the image of what he was (as shown by his wanting to be dressed in his old armor, and his repeated attempts to step back into that role by grabbing a sword, or by comforting/coming on to Casca depending on how you read that scene).

And ultimately he never does let it go - instead, he just gets rid of all the things that aren't that image,

The Dog imagery with Guts is very similar although obviously it's been more explicit during his human periods and hasn't gone as far/eaten him. Guts is like a feral animal in some ways but also like a domesticated dog in other ways - he has unconditional love and loyalty to those who give him the affection and attention he craves. I'll also point out that mistreated dogs are also infamously loyal to the abusers, I'm looking at you Gambino. Even with Griffith he's unable to let go of the love and loyalty, it just changes form.

So, like Griffith, Guts himself is a complicated person, but there's also the Dog in him - currently manifested as the Beast of Darkness. More than any other part of Guts, it's the Beast that urges him to forget all the other things that he cares about and throw himself wholly into the obsessive pursuit of Griffith - a demonstration of the same love and loyalty he always had in its most extreme/twisted form. And like Griffith, the implied threat is that if his spirit breaks, the beast inside him will eat him alive, devour everything that isn't Itself, and leave him inhuman. Honestly the Beast's thing about Griffith isn't much different than say, post-Eclipse Griffith's focus on his vision and ambition - they're both pumped up to extremes, the biggest difference is that Guts is still fighting it and Griffith is long gone (unless something changes).

And, of course, as you pointed out, when Guts is at his most feral, his face just disappears into his animal-motif helmet which, you know. Griffith echoes.

Which brings me to the thing about whether giving up one's humanity is portrayed as a bad thing. I think...

Okay, I'm sure 90% of people will disagree with me, but my main impression is that giving up one's humanity is portrayed as neither a good or bad, right or wrong decision but rather a very human decision.

Because it happens when a person has reached the point of no return - the abyss of true despair from which there is no return. It's the part in a survival story where people kill and eat the weak to survive. Not to be gross about it, but when you put a person into a situation where their only choice is to do something that would, in most circumstances, be absolutely reprehensible... they will usually choose to do the thing. And while a lot of people deny it, studies suggest that most of them are wrong, because most of them would.

Even so, when the survivors of a shipwreck come back into human civilization but they're the survivors because they ate their cabinboy, what does society think of those people?

It's not that dissimilar from the way people react to Sacrifices honestly - there is a recognition that the choice was understandable, but also a repulsion that the choice was made.

I chose those circumstances specifically because it really happened - in 1884, Edwin Stephens and Tom Dudley, who had survived a shipwreck, killed and ate their cabinboy to survive... and they did survive. But while the courts recognized the necessity, the attitude was basically, regardless of that you should've just died because some things are unforgivable regardless of the circumstances.

Anyway that's a bit of a ramble to get around to this: the sacrifice of one's own humanity in that moment is a result of that humanity, and the way they're viewed thereafter is analogous to the way actual people who do extreme things in extreme circumstances tend to be viewed. The fact that they often don't actually lose all of their humanity sort of bears this out: going all the way back to the Slug Count, Puck calls him out on being, rather than free of his humanity, just incredibly human - which he proves by being unable to kill Theresia. I'll never forget the Egg of the Perfect world and how he sorted through all the disposed corpses and laid them out one at a time or the way Rosine tried to save her best friend from her painful life. Even the way Ganishka is still driven by his bone-deep terror even when he's one of the most powerful beings in the world. They are, as Daiba says, hated and hating, but in the end they still act to protect humanity and the world they inhabit.

Godhand are a little different - just based on what we know about Griffith and Void's motivations it seems as though their stories are far more extreme in every way - their suffering is more prolonged and profound, their sacrifices are bigger and more destructive, their impact is incalculable. But like apostles, they try to escape their humanity, but they still carry its scars.

Hopefully that was coherent.

It's funny because, to me at least, Griffith's choice comes after such an extreme battery of suffering that I frankly find it more understandable than someone sacrificing their wife because she's an orgy-having heretic.

[karamatsuboy-aj]

Name: Asher draco

Nickname: AJ(by ace),ash(when he does something good),koi(by jade,Floyd) and monsieur s'il vous plait( it means Mr pleaser because Asher is a people pleaser)(by rook)

Role: is the healer of ramshackle plus a therapist for everyone in the dorm and is one of mcs friends

Overblot (I'm not good with designing overblot if y'all have a different design full free)

Age: 17

Sexuality: gay

D.O.B: July 15th (cancer)

Height: 5'5

Weight: unknown (he doesn't wanna weigh himself)

Blood Type: AB

Dorm: Ramshackle / heartslabyul as transfer

Magic: copying/healing

He is a fast learner who can do a spell by just watching someone do it once

Unique Magic: copy you copy cat

He can copy any unique magic as long as he seen it done once

Likes: apples, Mythology, swimming, hanging out with friends, making people happy, watching anime, playing games and drawing

Dislikes: yelling,jerks,bulling and being the crown prince

Family

Dad:versh draco

Age:30

personality:a ruthless father to Asher and a kind one to his other sons he is the king who wants Asher to toughen up and be more ruthless so he can't be taken advantage of he believes his kindness will be his downfall

Mom:ruby draco

Age:30

personality:she loves all of her kids and try to teach them to be kind and loving tries to talk versh to get him to lighten up on Asher she knows Asher will be a great king although she's worried for him

Brother one:fang draco

Age:17

personality:asher's triplet he picks on Asher because he feels like he isn't enough to be a prince and he feels like his parent love Asher more because of his power and that he's the crown prince

Brother two:Luna draco

Age:17

personality: he's asher's other triplet he hates Asher because he thinks his dad hate him Luna wants to be just like his father but Asher kindness makes it hard sometimes he believes him or fang should have been the crown prince of galsoul

Sister:aoi draco

Age:13

personality:loves her big brothers and knowns to be both kind and ruthless is being thought how to use healing magic to help others just like asher

Things he can do well and things he can not do well:

-great with healing people because his brothers were clumsy

-sewing up clothes his silbings clothes always gets torn up so he learned how to sew

- talks to people to cheer them up jade calls him the second therapist of ramshackle

- is bad about talking about his own feelings and keeps everything pent up

- doesn't really know how to handle big big crowds and tends to panic if he can't find anyone he knows

-bad at telling people no will allow self to be manipulated to make someone happy

History: he grew up in galsoul talking his mother's teachings to heart half of his scars are from protecting people and his other half are from his family he never really fought back unless he had to when he learned he was going to night Raven college he was happy because his dad wouldn't step foot on there

Little more info:he believes he has a good childhood others beg to differ , he would and will always put others people needs before his ,he thinks his feelings don't matter as much as others ,if he feels upset or mad he'll put on a mask pretending to be happy, he'll be whatever a person wants/needs him to be even if it's a punching bag

(done for now I got the idea from @fumikomiyasaki so check her out and sorry if it kinda sucks)

[tormiichu]

CW: there is a picture of a spider, so if creepy crawlies disturb you, i'm very sorry 😔😔

Ok so

I'm currently drawing Black Butler characters as animals (honestly, just trying to see if I can use my old furry art skills to draw something that isn't human lol)

Me and @sketchyprincey have this rp au where reapers, demons, and angels can all turn into animals, so I'm gonna be drawing some of his designs too! We made them originally on ponytown when I first joined the black butler fandom back in early 2023, but I wanna try to draw them too.

So far we have:

Grelle: one of these floofy cats. Can you tell that I loved cheshire cat grelle in the OVA.

Othello: idk what these are called but this was my friend's idea for othello's animal form :D I find it so funny that othello is so much smaller than the undertaker until they turn into their animal forms...

Ronald: he's a golden retriever ♡ ronald is just a baby ok. He's Grelle's golden retriever friend ok

William: you can't tell me that doesn't look like him. Like....that MIGHT be William T Spears. I'm just saying, I haven't seen William T Spears and this owl in the same room together before. 🤔

Undertaker: I took the silver fox comment that othello made to heart ok. Like I said with othello's animal form, it's so funny that undertaker is so much taller than othello until he poofs into a fox. Also, when foxes gecker, it sounds like laughing, which is fitting! :)

Sebastian: he's a raven :D purely cuz it was hinted a lot in the anime. I like the idea of Sebastian having black feathery wings. (also this means sebastian eats worms. Have fun with that information.)

Claude: a fluffy spider :333 I hate spiders, but I love claude, so I tried to find the cutiest patootiest spider that I could find. He's a fluffy butler with more than enough legs.

Ash and Angela: I've recently started to really like Ash as a character 💀 so I figured I should add these two sillies. I wasn't sure whether I'd make them into doves or swans. I searched up meanings of both, and I think doves suits them better, but here's a pic of our options! Plz let me know what you think suits them better. ^_^

Also, on the topic of these two...I just remembered that this scene is a thing...

I think this leans towards doves more than swans since they look so small in that nest lmao🕊🕊

(I don't think I've ever successfully drawn a bird before, so wish me luck on like 4 of these drawings HWCWHWFHW)

[olivescales3]

🔥 worldbuilding element you love and/or hate >:3

Thank you mutual for the ask!

Tumblr removed the access to edit drafts of asks... So whatever I wrote beforehand will be in a screenshot, sorry about that!

Laval and Cragger's actions here were pretty disgusting as they took advantage of Reegul's deformity to make fun of him and even almost kill him.

I'll also point out that, in addition to Reegul's deformity, he also mutilated himself to look like he belonged to the Raven Tribe.

However, this is the only canon case of hybridization. Other hybrids (e.g. Lion x Crocodile, or Rhino x Eagle) would, in theory, result in stillborns.

Lavertus' relationship with Crunket would eventually cause the fall of the Crocodile Tribe, as Crunket was the queen of the Crocodile Tribe, not just mere royalty. Without heirs, because Lavertus was in the way (due to them not being able to hybridize, and if they were able to, there would be ethical issues), there would no longer be a Crocodile Tribe unless another royal family took power, and Crominus did just that.

Not saying that Crominus was right, but Lavertus wasn't right either. He was placing the Crocodile Tribe's existence in jeopardy, whether in politics (fight between crocodiles and lions) or just descendance overall.

Note that Cragger kept a grudge against Lavertus too. Well, him knowing that Lavertus could've made him not be born is upsetting enough. IIRC, Cragger made a backhanded joke with Lavertus' catchphrase, after the lion had rescued him and the MCs; something along the lines of "I'm grateful for your help! Or... Am I?" and Lavertus didn't laugh. I couldn't find a transcript for this though, but istg it was on the episode A Phoenix Has Landed.

Sir Fangar also flinched at the idea of thinking that Li'ella was beautiful, simply because she was from another tribe.

I also can't stop laughing at the idea that someone literally called Sir Fangar a pedo, when he clearly stated that he didn't remember her "Did I, what? No! Of course not!". He's just being delusional, and it's obvious by the way he speaks.

Outside of hybridization ethics, interpreting different species of animals as human races is icky at best... because pseudoscientific racism is a thing, y'know, the scientifically disowned theory of human ethnicities being each their own sub-species with their own traits... 😐

Something that I love about Chima's worldbuilding is that the Phoenixes made Chi and shaped Chima for the post-Illumination tribes.

Chi means god in igbo; Chima means "god knows it all" in igbo; Chi means knowledge in japanese; Chi means water and source of life in chinese; shima (with an s) means island in japanese. How cool is that?

Something that I despise in Chima's worldbuilding, however, is the persuader plant. It should simply not exist. It's lazy, unintuitive, and it erases a lot of coherence that ties character arcs and plot together. The dream sequences were also pretty out of place too.

Oh! Also! Eris is hinted to be a Phoenix, but not only is this something shoehorned and nonsensical, but it's also pretty weird, since Eris was supposed to be Flinx' mother, FLUMINOX' WIFE! Fluminox keeps hitting on her (praising her for having the soul of a Phoenix I guess) and it's pretty creepy. Her season 3 dream sequences are also lazy exposition too.

This has a lot of stuff going on. I hope I don't kindle some Chima fandom war or something. Ninjago's entire existence is already enough lol

[havvkinsqueen]

Get to Know Me

name: Victoria

height: 5'2" and some change

nickname /s: Vic, Tori

nationality: American (I'm sorry)

favourite fruit: I'm a pineapple girlie when it comes down to it, I think.

favourite season: Autumn. I love the spooky vibes and mild temperatures. (Spring brings pollen and sneezing, I'm heat intolerant so summer renders me useless, and I hate the cold)

favourite scents: Anything tropical, fruity, some florals, cut grass. Honestly, anything that smells like I'm on some island down in the Caribbean strikes my fancy.

favourite animals: Pandas, narwhals, wallabies, axolotls, fruit bats, cheetahs

tea, coffee, hot cocoa: I'm an iced coffee girlie when it comes to coffee. Green tea when it comes to tea. General hot cocoa fiend.

average hours of sleep: I need AT LEAST 8 to function like a semi-person.

when my blog was created: July 2022

# of followers: At least 1

random fact: I have a balisong and can do tricks with it.

favourite food: I feel like it changes all the time, but I love Shepherd's Pie always

favourite t.v. shows: (Disclaimer I do watch more YouTube than tv, so bare with me). Haunting of Hill House, Looking for Alaska, Expedition Unknown, Ghost Adventures, History's Greatest Mysteries, Jersey Shore

favourite movie/s: Pride & Prejudice (2005), Mad Max: Fury Road are both easily my favorites but some others are; Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl, Across the Universe, Ever After (The Cinderella movie with Drew Barrymore I need to clarify that), A Cinderella Story, The Cat Returns

sexuality: Bi.

pronouns: She / Her

favourite book series: SERIES? Okay, uh, The Raven Cycle

favourite video game/s: BIOSHOCK (I don't acknowledge or include Infinite in it. It's good as a standalone game). BioShock 2 I've played more, but BioShock is great as a classic.

favourite subject: Astronomy / Astrophysics

guys or girls: For what?

last time I cried: Yesterday! I'm a big crybaby!

what I should be doing: Getting ready for a CT scan. But, alas, Sam's account and Ordinary Adventures have my attention.

favourite fandoms: I'm going to get crucified but Star Wars. It's the only one I really consider myself a part of and actively immersed in. Yes, it's as bad as you've heard stories of, yes I love my dramatic space guys and gals.

Tagged by: @honeyedxhearts

Tagging: You!

[bobtheacorn]

tagged by @plothooksinc and @sroloc--elbisivni ! Finally have a chance to sit down at my desk - only to procrastinate! lmao TY for the opportunity!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

75! I have probably ten or so more that i never crossposted from ffdotnet, but they're all Old! Given that FF took a huge L and was apparently down for several days, I might find incentive to move them. but! unlikely 🤣

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

815,373!

Nicole Shut the Fuck Up Challenge: FAILED lmao

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Actively: I'm trying to write various stuff for risetmnt, usagi yojimbo, and digimon adventure/02.

Not actively, published:

Voltron: Legendary Defender (24) One Piece (Anime & Manga) (13) Luca (2021) (5) 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) (3) Digimon Adventure Zero Two | Digimon Adventure 02 (3) Digimon Adventure (2) Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater (2) 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime) (2) 幽☆遊☆白書 | YuYu Hakusho: Ghost Files (Anime & Manga) (2) The Hobbit - All Media Types (2) Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) (1) Saiyuki (Anime & Manga) (1) Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005) (1) The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien (1) The Adventure Zone (Podcast) (1) The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom (1) Animaniacs (1) Zootopia (2016) (1) Gravity Falls (1)

Basically if I watch or read something and the brainworms get me for even a moment i will write at least one (1) fic for it! Even though I may not finish or even post it! 😆 Occasionally it becomes a whole mental illness (STILL cannot believe i pumped out 24 goddamn fics for voltron. What a time to be alive LMAO)

4. Top five fics by kudos?

the hard beat of her heart - 1,982!

WOW i didn't realize its had almost 2k now thats crazy af. My Bakugo and his Mom fic is THE banger!

so low you can hear - 1,866!

another holy fuck moment, this one is pretty surprising bc its a much older lunami fic but i saw a huge influx after OPLA so 🤣

tired and emotional - 1,466

my drunk teenagers vld fic had big hits, such as Pidge 'scrambling like a racoon' and two idiots (klance) eating eachothers faces under a public table and then fist-fighting their feelings! Not shocked that its up there bc it was super fun to write

i go there with you - 1,351

this started as mindlessly filling Wumptober prompts and escalated almost immediately into Whatever The Hell It Is Now and i love it dearly! hope i can finished it sometime...! 💀

maybe if it left a mark -1,295

ppl ate this one UP when i posted it and i still get pretty regular feedback for it so i'm not especially surprised that it's still hanging onto top 5 after all this time! its one of my favs too!

5. Do you respond to comments?

Not often 😭 Listen it takes all of my energy just to get the darn thing Written. I have a lot going on IRL, and i'm also horrible anxious about being Annoying 🧍‍♀️ so I just yeet things into the void 😅 told to be quiet to many times as I child w adhd and now I'm a traumatized adult who simultaneously doesn't know how to shut up but also catastrophises basic interactions. Rip

Anyway i DO read and cherish every single review/comment and they never fail to perk up my days!! obviously i reread them pretty regularly, and I love and appreciate yall!! 💜 sorry im awkward!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i'm more of a hurt/COMFORT girlie, so idk if any of my endings are SAD persay? Maybe a lil melancholy. maybe soul deep???

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

THIS is my cup of tea so it's: most of them 🤣 But significantly its my ooey gooey wedding finale for ANAFW

8. Do you get hate on fics?

got hate for a digimon fic i wrote abt Tai and Kari where someone was like 'this has so many red flags' and I was like Bro you don't show your siblings physical affection? Skill issue.

9. Do you write smut?

writing (and reading) smut is pretty new for me bc i'm on the sex-repulsed side of aro/ace but SOMETIMES !!!fictional!!! romance ETC compels me enough that i'm like Hm Lemme try that. I like to expand out of my comfort zones every now and then, so it's usually a turbulent but interesting exercise 🤣

MOST of the "spicy" stuff I write, I would consider pretty tame tbh? (or not very good 💀) I'm sorta vague on purpose, so if you come in expecting some delicious smut or something I am so sorry that that is not the part that interests me 💀💀

Someone who worked on Steven Universe said that Peridot's fixation on romance/shipping was "archeological" because she's aspec af and d'you know what I'm feelin it!

I love a dig site!

Makes no goddamn sense! Compells me tho.

10. Craziest crossover?

don't think i have a single one in my repertoire YET AS I TYPE THAT OUT i realize usagi yojimbo/tmnt is technically a cross-over! Even if it is a sort of canon one? not sure it counts asfkjhlklf I was gonna say that they don't usually interest me. Clown face emoji

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

if i have, no one has pointed it out!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! I get requests pretty often to translate my fics and i'm fine with that as long as they link back to the original! i'm also fine if they don't i guess lmao what am i, the police?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, I write The Most self-indulgent crap 24/7 3/65 and i will not hand any of the reigns to someone else rip. Love to brainstorm with others tho That's what makes the brain go brrrrrrrrr

14. All time favourite ship?

ugh its KLANCE, tormented me for like 5+ years and changed my brain chemistry for the better. I'm cringe but im free!

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

*stares in 300+ WIPS* maybe that super long bagginshield fic

OH and that anafw timetravel sequel where Lance got pulled into the past/an adjacent timeline and nearly died about it. literally. THAT baby was angsty! rip

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue! And characterization!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Chain of Events....! I don't know her 😭😭😭😭 Someone please introduce us. Also having too many ideas for the way a scene could play out and being paralyzed by Which is the Best One.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Sparingly and with Purpose!

19. First fandom you wrote in?

I know in my heart it was self-insert Dragon Ball Z when I was in like, middle school

20. Favourite fic you've written?

gonna list a top 5 bc I can't pick ONE salfjasdlkf

coyote - idk i fuckin LOVE how this one came together, i go back and read it sometimes and im like damn.

small impressions on his heart - this one makes me SO SOFT @ alberto Get Cherished, Idiot

steam: - THE underrated op fic of mine, its my FAV and no one else agrees! Tragedy!

as tenacious as dandelion weeds - i loved writing feral inosuke and his dumb backwards attitude. idk i love a soft one!

salvagable - truly my comedic prowess peeked with EGG SAUCE AND BREADED nothing else will ever compare

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Imma tag: @big-meows @goodlucktai and anybody else no pressure who also needs ten minutes of procrastination to yell abt their stuff 💜

[solibrie]

sorry i'm being self indulgent gimme a sec . jatp as rapture (a bff discord server i'm in) quotes

julie: lord the white people you put on this planet are poisoning themselves luke: julie you're such a talented singer you can literally make me like any song reggie: yeah i didn't even know the mona lisa song was by brendon urine. yuri? alex: help. reggie: brenan. what's his name. panic at the disco

flynn: those words don't please my spirit willie: well your spirit can take a hike, pal

reggie: wait wait wait. everyone. i lost my pants. i could've sworn they were on my body julie: ??? reggie: where did my pants go luke: how high are you right now alex: you LOST them? reggie: SOBER. I'M ON DAY 4 NO WEED. THIS IS JUST #ME

willie: you have to experience the lows alex: i'm not already doing that ?

luke: [shakes a magic 8ball] should i lie to my bandmates? 8ball: without a doubt

julie: chris brown's been found murdered in a costco after alex did his little dancey dance

reggie: gonna ask if they're looking for a third but at this point the line's so long i'd be lucky to be a fifth

luke: in some alternate world, "stand tall" brought world peace

flynn: @/everyone if you had to think of an animal that screams socially progressive and fiscally conservative what animal would it be? reggie: girl wait flynn: HUH? reggie: my answer isn't girl

alex: the gang goes to ital y willie: ital luke: y reggie: ital julie: y alex: thanks guys reggie: new call and response just dropped julie: when i say ital you say y

reggie: i haven't seen the matrix either flynn: hand over the bi flag mr peters

willie: we should be able to put actors in gender studies classes against their wills

flynn: what if i gathered a bunch of twigs and sticks and made a giant bird's nest and then tied you to the nest a la looney tunes and then summoned a flock of ravens to peck at you until the mother bird imprints on you and sees you as a surrogate child and then raises you with them until its time for them to kicked out and then she throws you out of the nest but you can't fly because you're a human and so you fall and die julie: flynn you're insane flynn: HOW AM I INSANE

luke: you can't spell wednesday without "he" julie: yes you can? luke: wait fuck

reggie: who are you calling gay alex: yes

reggie: [shaking a magic 8ball] do you like my songs 8ball: very doubtful

willie: i think all straight people should be allowed to cheat in a gay way

luke: i'm giggling can you tell i'm swinging my feet in the air giggling alex: i can tell can you tell i'm exploding you?

reggie: a tank is just like the horse of cars

julie: i don't think i've ever met a clown that spoke? alex: luke speaks.

alex: they hate me for my sparkling water swag flynn: it's not swag.

julie: i think all of sunset curve should go to sleep. except for luke who should stay up and repent