#Shard Uno

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The Uno's + the Balooka

Peighton "Shard" Uno with her little brother Nicolas "Niki", children of Nigel and Lizzie Uno.

With a Bonus Zoey Balooka.

COMMISSIONS OPENED

Kofi

Character Lore Undercut

Shard

Age: 17

Operative Numbuh 6100

Status: Active- Teen Next Door Operative

Number 61 on the [find name for Soccer Team],

Position: Goalie

Shaved her hair off at the start of high school after a huge fight with her mother and hasn't allowed it to grow since

Because of this, Nicki is not allowed to get his hair cut

Needs glasses, but typically uses contacts

Nicolas

Age: 10

Operative Numbuh 1149 (Sector Commander)

Likes to think he is cool and collected but inherited his mothers temper

Sunglasses are prescription

Zoey

Age: 14

Writer for the school paper, but is just as interested as finding cases as much as scoops

Local teenage Private eye, used to be on the force (hall monitor) until she was forced to quit after reporting some bad eggs

the coat was a gift from her friend and she only wears it when she's running an investigation

the hat however stays

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[cosmerelists]

Should You Invite These Cosmere Characters to Boardgame Night?

As requested by anon. :)

I've done two boardgame-related posts before this (I love boardgames): Favorite Boardgames of Each Knights Radiant Order and Should You Invite the Shards to Boardgame Knight?

In this list, allow me to provide some advice about whether or not you should invite these Cosmere characters to your next boardgame night!

1. Adolin: Yes

Adolin is a delight at every social gathering. He brings wine that somebody at the store told him was good. He has fun with every game whether he wins or loses. By the end of the night, he is somehow the best friend of each individual guest.

2. Shallan: Yes

Is she cheating? Maybe. But she makes a lot of puns and you know that if she tries to cheat TOO much, Radiant will stop her.

3. Kaladin: No

He wins everything. It's annoying. He joined Settlers of Katan twenty minutes late and STILL won. How does he do it???

4. Kelsier: Yes

At first you were admittedly intimidated, as Kelsier kept smiling to himself and saying things like "Just wait until I reveal my Master Plan!" But actually, he kinda loses games...a lot. Keeps smiling, though, so you assume he's having a good time! What a good sport!

5. Vin: Only if you like losing

Like Kaladin, Vin wins all. the. time. But unlike Kaladin, she doesn't come late & then win in a blaze of sudden glory, no. She simply...destroys you. Continuously and brutally for the entire night.

6. Harmony: No

No offense to Harmony, who's a good dude 'n' all, but man, he takes FOREVER to make his next move. It's like--we're playing Sorry. You either move forward 10 or back 1. It's just two choices! How is he thinking for like 10 billion years??

7. Lopen: Maybe

Lopen likes to play around and tease people. He MAY mock you a little too much when your attempt to "Draw 2" him backfires and you find yourself drawing 8 cards in Uno... but other than that, he's a good time.

8. Blushweaver: Maybe

You didn't realize checkers even COULD be played as "Strip Checkers."

9. Tien: Yes

Tien is mostly concerned with making sure that everyone else is having a good time. Even after he gets killed during a round of "Werewolves," he continues to grin and encourage the rest of you to have a good time. W-Wait, why do you suddenly feel like crying?

10. Skar: Yes

Like Tien, Skar also seems chiefly concerned with making sure everyone else has a good time. Bonus: he's GREAT at explaining the rules!

11. Lightsong: Depends on how competitive you are

Ask yourself this: if there's a guy there who wins every game despite clearly and loudly not understanding the rules, would that be fun? If yes, then go for it. If no, then don't invite Lightsong--he doesn't understand how to play Hearts and he doesn't care to, yet he has shot the moon TWICE.

12. Nale: No

No one likes a rules lawyer.

13. Shai: Yes

Shai knows all of these obscure, complicated games that actually turn out to be really fun!

14. Hoid: No

Hoid knows all of these obscure, complicated games and while he does explain the rules, you can't shake the feeling that he's actually playing by an entirely different set of rules that he's not being totally honest about...

15. Elend: Yes

Elend was born to participate in board game nights weekly.

16. Telsin: No

She cheats 100% of the time. You didn't even know it was POSSIBLE to cheat in Connect 4, but she somehow found a way...

17. Raboniel: Well...

Raboniel is ENORMOUSLY competitive and cares very deeply about winning...but she also respects the game. She is surprisingly gracious about losing despite her eyes blazing with the heat of ten million suns as she slapped down that 7-letter word in Scrabble. Yet when you responded with your own, better 7-letter word, clinching the victory, you could tell that she respected you for it.

...But on the other hand, you've been clammy with fear sweats for 45 minutes now.

[ccadaver]

When Jason was younger, he loved being physically close to people. When he hung out with friends, they'd sit close together to play a game of uno, he'd laugh so hard he'd hit the person closest to him, he'd toss an arm over his friend's shoulder.

Then he was taken from the streets and brought to a mansion. Huge open spaces left no need for closeness like the small rooms he was used to. Bruce would let him hang around him, draped over his shoulders as the grimacing man pulled up casefiles on the computer, but never reciprocated. Because Bruce is closed off, just had his son move out and was grieving what once was. Sometimes he'd be in a good mood and ruffle Jason's hair if he'd gotten a good grade in school or finally perfected a self-defense move.

He went to a private school, where rich kids gloated about their wealth and asked Jason what he'd gotten for Christmas. When Jason replied, glowing with pride, they laughed. He'd gotten a first edition Pride and Prejudice, but the kids said it was a girl book and that reading is for nerds. Needless to say, he didn't get along very well.

He'd lean up against Alfred when reading in the library, but the butler frequently had to leave to do his duties, leaving his side cold.

Eventually, he turned to the family dog, Ace, and to Bruce's dismay he got the dog to cuddle up next to him while he slept. Alfred still has a picture of the first time he'd seen it, and keeps it in his wallet. He never said anything, but once remarked about the dog hair on the sheets being impossible to remove.

Then Jason, optimistic and confident, went after Joker. We all know how that ended.

His mother betrayed him, but, loyal as a dog to its master, he shielded her from the blast. He died.

When he came back, the first thing he remembers is the pain of digging through silk and wood and dirt and grass. His fingers aching. In one big blur, there was pain. Men approaching him, beating him to get a reaction. Reflexes learned from the Bat kicked in and he blocked, but the stinging of the hits grew deeper than skin.

Then he awoke, fully, in a stinging pool of green, viscous liquid. His bones ache, his skin nearly bursts, and immediately he is torn out by a clawed hand. Talia Al Ghul, with her long acrylic nails, rips open his skin as she heaves him from the pool.

Pain. So much of it. She strokes his hair, but the remnants of the Lazarus pit still sting, and she's just massaging it deeper into his scalp.

Then they're running, fleeing from her grandfather. The wind is icy and cuts through clothes, more pain. At the edge of a cliff, he stares with wide eyes as she shoves a backpack into his arms and pushes him.

He falls through icy air into shards of even colder water.

The pain fuels him, drives him to seek the shore. It drives him to anger, rage. Why does it hurt? Why, why does everything hurt all the time? His scars, his skin, his heart. He remembers Bruce. Cold, callous, calculating. Alfred, loving but too busy with his duties. His classmates, laughing at him. A heaviness like a brick in his gut weighs him down and drives him.

He learns, he kills, he fights, he hurts.

When Talia sits across from him at a dining table, she drags soft fingers over his callused hands, and... it hurts. There are no nails, only soft pads of her fingers. Still, it sends a signal of pain, of danger, to his brain. He pulls his hand back and swallows a hiss.

Then he returns, the prodigal son of the Bat. Fully clothed, boots to gloves to even a helmet. No one is touching him, never again.

He places a bomb on the Batmobile, and falters as Bruce approaches. The weight in his gut keeps him from igniting the fuse, from pressing the button. And he curses at himself, you had one job. You came back for one fucking reason, and you can't even do that.

He crosses paths with the Bat after antagonising him from the shadows. He's yearning for his father's attention, but through pain and grief all he knows is antagonistic and violent means. Bruce beats him, but what hurts the most is the helmet shattering. His eye is exposed to the cold Gotham air, exposed to the malicious stare of the man before him. He blinks it away and lifts the helmet.

The confrontation goes exactly as you would expect.

After a long time, he is welcomed back. There are more, now. Child soldiers. They're friendly, though wary. He was once the happiest of them, but his new reputation precedes him. Violent, angry.

He's not angry. He's hurt. Always has been.

[yourlocaldilemma]

Road trip to nowhere (ln4)

Lando Norris x fem!bestfriend!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: mild smut, unedited

A/n: as always, feedback is appreciated :)

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It was something out of a fairytale. Soft snowflakes spin down around the car adding to the twinkling layer of snow covering everything. The ground, the trees, and the sky are all painted a pearly white by the thickly falling flakes.

The boy next to you hums along to your playlist as he navigates the icy roads with ease. His curls are still damp with melted snow from your mad dash to the car two hours earlier.

“How much longer?”

Lando all but giggles. “You’ll see soon enough princess,” he grins, dragging out the S as he turns onto another small forest road, even thinner than the one you’d been on for the last hour.

The winter break had come with never ending flurries of snow and lots of time spent with the Norris family. It was supposed to be you, Cisca, Flo and Lando on the trip, a cozy winter getaway with your oldest friends. The cold had come with consequences though, and a vicious winter flu had wiped the sisters off the map, leaving all the hot cocoa and board games for you and Lando.

If it had been any other of your guy friends, the drive would have felt awkward and the prospect of spending a weekend alone with them would have made you more than uncomfortable, but you’d never felt that way with Lando. Your friends had told you countless times they thought you were blind and naive to not realize how perfect you would be together, but you had always brushed it off with a laugh the same way you did when they found out you were alone this weekend.

The car turns one more time around a pocket of trees.

“Woah,” you exhale,” That’s, wow.” Landos eyes glint at your reaction to the cabin suddenly sitting in front if you. The small clearing before you is lined with shimmering, snow covered trees and a wood cabin straight out of an instagram post. The windowsills are lined with greenery and you can see warm lights and Christmas decorations inside the cozy house. Lando stops the car and pulls the hood of his sweater up.

“Run in on 3?”

~

Shards of snow clinging to the hem of your socks slowly melt as you unpack your bags. A slight sheen of sweat clings to your skin. After dinner, you and Lando had explored the property, which ended in you both lying in a pile of snow. The bedrooms in the cabin are cozy, with thick duvets and soft chairs. Dancing around the bedroom, you slide clothes into drawers and pull your stack of books out of your bags.

You’re in the middle of digging through your backpack for a lipgloss when the room goes dark and dead silent. Your heart skips a beat as your eyes adjust to the dark. Peeking out into the hallway, you notice the rest of the cabin has gone just as black.

“Lando?” The sudden dark seems to make your voice echo down the hallway more than it did in in the daylight. His footsteps pat down towards the kitchen.

“I think the breaker went. I’m going to take a look at it.”

“Mk.”

You make your way to the kitchen, sitting on the couch under the window before pulling you legs up under you. It’s only 3 minutes until you hear Lando come back inside.

“There’s nothing wrong. I reset everything multiple times. It might be something wrong with the grid?” He unlocks his phone and flops down the the couch next to you. Seconds later, he groans. “The snow took out a power line. It might be a while.”

“We’ll end up freezing to death in our sleep.”

Lando grins before dashing down the hallway, returning with his mattress in tow and duvets slung over his shoulder. “We can sleep in here! You know body heat and whatnot?”

You only laugh at his antics while you head to your room to get pyjamas on as he skips around the living room setting up the makeshift bed.

~~~

After winning five rounds of Uno lit by candles, and then dealing with a boy who happens to be a very sore loser when it comes to card games, you crawled as far under the covers as possible and curled up. Lando slid in next to you and tossed a still sour goodnight in your direction.

You’re close enough that you can hear him taking small little breaths in the dark, breaths that catch when you accidentally brush against him on the small mattress. The silence is almost deafening, but it all fades to a dull hum as you let yourself get lost in your head. Butterflies are dancing in your stomach and anticipation is building in your chest, tingling on your skin as your thoughts drift towards dangerous places. Things you know won’t happen, you know shouldn’t happen, but in moments like this, you wish for anyway.

Neither of you say anything for a long while, letting the night wrap around you, hoping you’ll fall asleep before anything crosses the line toed in the sand. The line that does, whether you both admit it or not, have footprints tainting the opposite side of it. The good-nights and I love you texts are never quite platonic, the words exchanged and phone calls after hard days are never the support of someone who is just a friend.

But I’d didn’t matter, and it wouldn’t ever matter, because you and Lando let everything go unspoken.

“You’re shaking the whole fucking blanket Y/N” What’s supposed to be a silence breaking joke comes out as nothing more than a whiny whisper. Even with the low light you can see Lando’s face flush at the pitch of his voice as he coughs lightly.

Your response is blunt and dripping of unappreciated sarcasm for his benefit. “It’s cold.”

A flash of white teeth as Landos lips stretch into a grin. “Thanks for the weather report Princess.” Closing your eyes again and flipping around in a small attempt to find a warmer position, you scoff at him before cuddling even deeper into your flat pillow.

When you speak, there’s an annoyed edge to your words. “A weather report would have been a good thing to check before you dragged me to the middle of the woods. You should at least say you’re sorry, don’t you think Lando?” The blankets move around you again but he doesn’t give anything but a grunt of acknowledgment to your snide comment.

The cabin is once again quiet but for the sound of the soft snow on the windows. If the heavens hadn’t decided to dump three winters worth of snow in two days, this would have been the perfect way to end what what, so far, been a perfect winter break.

“Y/N.”

You slide your eyelids apart the tiniest bit to see the silhouette of Landos face mere inches from yours. Even in the pitch black, you can find hints of colour in his pearlescent blue eyes and the pretty colour on his cheeks.

“Lando.” His name slips from your lips as nothing more than a whisp of air between you, so incredibly opposite to the tone you said it in minutes ago. The rose in his cheeks deepens half a shade before you begins to talk.

“Y/N, I’m sorry about the shitty weather, and the fact that it’s midnight and were awake because it’s -30 and we have no heating, and I’m sorry if you regret coming out here, but I’m not sorry for bringing you out here.”

Your eyes meet his and you’re so close to him you can see the small beads of moisture lining his bottom lashes.

“I’m not sorry because this is the only time I’ve got to be alone this winter, and of course I love our family Y/N, but I love you more. When I’m away and I’m stressed it’s you I call, it’s your good morning text I want, it’s your face I want to come home to every single night. I’m not sorry we ended up having to share this bed because every time I’ve touched you since we were about 13 Y/N, I’ve felt fireworks and I’m pretty sure you have to.”

Now fully formed tears on his dark eyelashes begin to drop, making their way down the planes of his face before slowly dampening yours.

“Im not sorry because the butterflies and anticipation and the way I crave your touch when you’re anywhere near me isn’t something you feel for a friend. And you can correct me if I’m wrong, but the eye contact we make across tables and rooms and through phones across continents is edging on something we don’t talk about.”

Your face is stinging in the cold, slick with both your tears as you watch Lando smear his accord his cheek with a long finger.

“But I am sorry if you don’t feel the same way. If you truly believe that the way our souls connect is nothing more than a good friendship. I’ll respect that, I promise, and Im sorry. I just,-“

Time air surrounding you feels suffocating, kicking you into Landos gaze as your blood boils and skin crackles alive with thousands of emotions.

“Kiss me?”

Every muscle in your body sparks to life and aches for more, more, as Landos lips brush yours with gentle pressure. His breath is hot on your face as your noses touch and he pulls away slightly, eyes searching yours for regret that he doesn’t find.

His hands slip down your body like silk, leaving a path of suddenly burning skin in their wake. You feel your soul vibrate with the need to be touching him, to be as close as you possibly can to the boy who stole your heart all those years ago. Who took all these years to confess to you the very ruing that ran through your kind every time his face popped up in your train of thoughts.

He emits a low groan as you tangle your hand through his curls, leaving a kiss on your lower stomach before allowing himself to be pulled back up to your lips. You kiss like you’re making up for years of lost time, and maybe you are, but as Landos tounge slips past your lips with ease you decide that you’ll have many, many more nights to catch up. The wet desire of your tongues slipping past each other draws a quiet moan from you, which sends Lando into a spiral as he tries to find the sweet spot that will bring you to make that sound again and again and again.

Helplessly you clutch at his body, hands running down his biceps and taught abs before pulling at his thigh until he gets the hint, pulling it up and beside your chest. Reaching under you, Lando grabs your ass, squeezing as he flips you around to lie on him, getting another breathless moan to slip past your lips against your will.

He clenches his eyes shut at the noise, opening them to find you looking at him like he’s the only thing in the world worth looking at. Dropping your head, you begin leaving a trail of short kisses up his collarbone and around his muscled neck. You allow your body to collapse onto his, giving up on trying to support yourself as Lando circles his fingertips over the swell of your ass.

You can feel him on your thigh. A surge of boldness taking you over, you push aside all the heady thoughts swirling around and shift to free you hand from their grasps on his body. Lando grunts lowly as he winds his fingers in your hair, a sound just short of pornographic as you cup him through his sweats. He pushes his hips up into yours as you start to tug at the waist of the sweatpants.

“Y/N.” He catches your wrist, stalling your movements as he tips your chin forward to see you face.

“Please.”

“We’re not having sex for the first time on the floor of a cabin, freezing to death in pitch black.”

“Why not? We’ve waited so long Lando.”

“You deserve the world. I’m not going to have our first time be any less than that.”

You whine, grinding down on him, desperate for any form of friction. He gasps and wraps a hand around your waist with a bruising grip.

“Y/N.” A feeble warning, one that only makes you smile as you watch Lando. He’s too far gone at this point to care, intoxicated by the feeling of your body and your heartbeat on his.

“I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager if you keep doing that.”

“I want you to feel good.” You whisper. At that his mind goes blank, hand moving to swiftly remove your shirt. He tips his head back and moans as he sees you’re not wearing a bra before pushing your chest to his lips with a single finger.

“Princess, I’m going to-“ he hisses against your chest, the warm breathe making your nipples peak. You grind down onto him one more time before he bucks his hips into yours and moans loud enough that the cabin is filled with the sound of his pleasure.

You both breathing heavily as he meets your eyes, small flecks of gold catching the moonlight as he smiles softly before pulling you to him.

His sculpted chest is warm against your bare breasts while you lie, completely covering every inch of his body with your own. You stay that way for what could have been hours, content in each other. After a while, Lando begins to suck hickeys into your neck, giving occasional soft noises of delight at his work.

Silence with him has always been comfortable, but this time wa sa different type of comfort. The air is cool, but heavy with the weight of the events that had just unfolded, leaving both of you wondering why you had ever doubted your feelings.

The arms around your middle tighten and you look down to see Landos eyes waiting for you.

“Hey princess.”

“Hey there pretty boy.” You trace the outline of his features, the drop of his nose and the lines of his jaw. The smile he gives you brings light into his eyes and a ruby blush to his cheeks.

He yawns, leaving into the small shakes you’re drawing on his head. “I’m tired Y/N.”

“Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He hums contentedly, nestling his face further into your lower stomach as his torso rests softly between your legs. There’s no noise for a few moments before he whispers softly, voice tickling the sensitive skin of your navel.

“Please don’t move. I’ve wanted this for longer than you can imagine.”

You respond by staying perfectly still, listening until his breaths steady and slow to a comforting rhythm. Resting your hands in his hair and wondering you how long he’ll sleep before waking up feeling sticky and gross, you fall asleep, cuddly and warm.

[sherwees]

cuddle-fuck-later-with-a-side-dish

cw : past arguments,dubcon reaching into noncon bcs of the manipulation part of it , mentions of abuse, reader has cuts and scratches previously inflicted on their body, and just straight fucked shit.

Hendery gawked at you and your boyfriend, Eunseok as he shuffled the uno cards in his hands nearly giving himself a paper cut from his aggression.

This was meant to a friends night not a cuddle-fuck-later-with-a-side-dish night.

He didn't care before but now it was getting to his head, he never even realized he was staring too long until he met with Eunseok's glare.

“Do you have a staring problem, Kunhang?” He ended with a laugh and a punch to his shoulder, he wasn't truly irritated until you joined in with your ugly little high pitched scream-like laughter. It sounded really forced, fucking attention seeking bitch.

Eunseok only said his real name for satirical reasons, did he think that he was a joke?

Some type of fucking loser?

You both didn't even see him as a real friend anymore.

“I'm just wondering when you both would talk to me. It was meant to be a group– hangout.” He hung on the word ‘group’ a bit as his crude eyes only met your own, not that same soft brown from when you first met him only 2 years ago.

“Aye, there's no need to be low. You could even join in.” He snickered and attempted to punch your shoulder but you flinched; fuck he was going to get you for that.

Now, you could only stare at Hendery, focused on shuffling the cards with his skilled fingers as you thought about what you did only a few minutes earlier and the future. Your arms crossed against your chest as your back seeked comfort on the couch behind you.

You felt relieved, there was a sudden buzzing beside you from the couch cushion, Eunseok's light brown strands tickle your nose as he reaches over to grab his phone.

“Ah, babe I gotta take this.” He leaves a fleeting peck on your lips, he then fleeted to a vacant room and unintentionally slammed a random door. He hollers a “sorry”, at least.

“Why are you so silent, _______?” His tone seemed slightly sarcastic and held no sort of concern to it, it almost held a secret scorn to it.

“I'm just.. sorry..? For everything I've done." You can't even look him in the eye. You don't even say it as a statement either, it was more of a question. You don't intentionally leave him out, he just doesn't talk. When you even confront him, he just denies it and runs away.

He was very.. passing for a person.

“For all those times, you left me out in the cold for hours because of Eunseok, the times where you would put your anger all against me. Why don't you ever consider my feelings?” His arms slowly wrap around your waist with a uncomfortable squeeze, he laid his chin on your collarbone; his breath fanning your neck. The warmth of his lap brings you a sordid comfort as you laid snug against him, your breath following the rhythm of is.

“But Eu-”

You flinched as he raises a finger to your lips but then places a sudden chaste kiss, causing you to yank your head away.

“I raise a single finger and you could only flinch away from your true love..” His hand lowers to your inner thigh with a sigh, you could only melt into his touch as he raved on and on into your ear about your ‘fucked up’ relationship whilst he feverishly grinds his hot erection on the curvature of your ass.

He might be correct about your own beloved boyfriend..

All those nights that ended with glass shards either stuck in a cut, on the ground, the bruises on your waist from the times he would pound you on your kitchen counter for hours; ignoring your pleas to stop just because you burnt the peas.

“C’mon and I'll treat you right once and for all? You could trust me right?” He reassured in your ear whilst he fiddled with the waistband of his black cargo pants with a lazy smirk.

You could only whimper a weak yes until he slapped your thigh with a bite at your neck, raising your tone into a scream.

“That's more like it..” He manages to tug his pants down as he gracefully lays you down on his white rug, you could feel your jean skirt slightly bunch. A smile tugs at his lips as your hands immediately attempt to cover the nature of the cuts on your thigh. Your eyes gather with tears once more as he traces your half healed scars with his finger; some blood even caked up on his tip.

“Kunhang, stop.” You squeaked but he only continued, a smile accumulating on his face.

You felt the bile raise in your throat once he swirled a crimson heart on your thigh, the disgust urked you enough to slap his hand away. You were quick to maneuver yourself on your elbows, Hendery's expression turned stoic just as quickly once he landed a harsh slap to your face.

“How fucking dare you?” He practically spat in your face.

“You're fucking crazy, Kunhang!” You attempted to yell but it came out as scratchy, it made you seen weaker as always. Managing to stand with the support of the couch, the pain of your scabs shot down your legs.

“Now I understand why he beats your fuckin’ ass, you stubborn little slut.”

His words shot deep into your soul, you felt choked up from the harshness. Your felt the spit accumulate in your mouth, your lips quivered, you couldn't cry..

“Whatever, I'm finding Eunnie, I'll give you a moment.” You attempt to muster a mature tone even though you used his cutesy nickname but it only comes up as a weak whisper when you shove past Hendery. You heard hurried footsteps behind you but you didn't bother as you muttered all types of curses under your breath. I mean what type of friend fucking does that?

You could only wince as you felt a brute force pin your face against the cold wall, you felt the warm bump of Hendery's erection against your lower back.

“Maybe you could muster up a little nickname for me too, yknow?” He tutted, you could imagine the smirk across his face.

He reached for the button of your skirt as he shoved it off once he heard the clean pop of it as you writhed, attempting to escape.

“Sweetheart, your stubbornness is the main reason why males like him beat on ya’, listen to me and it wouldn't be a problem.” You felt him rub his leaking tip against your unexpecting hole, causing a full twitch in your lower region and you could only grip and grab behind you for his shirt for leverage.

You cried out from the sudden stretch of his girthy cock in your clenched hole, you nearly pushed him out with aid of your slick but it only made him push harder.

“So fuckin’ tight.” He huffed into your neck as his hands found refuge around your waist with a squeeze. His member pulsated and stretched your hole out with every pound, his tip constantly hit your cervix as you ached.

Your cries only sounded like a melody to him and it only brought him closer to release. He then craned his neck to leave bites and hickeys along your the supple skin as you squealed and your legs only clenched together attempting to slow his harsh thrusts. Your ears were burning in embarrassment of the sounds that emitted out of you along with the sounds of his balls clapping against your wet heat along with the slick friction of his girth in your hole. You tuned it out but it only made you realize,

Eunseok was only in the other room... finishing his said call from earlier.

Your head wildly snapped back, attempting to blink your tears away, you scream whispered: “Hendery please!” you worried your lip between your teeth. In an attempt to nudge him away with your ass, he stilled for a second; giving you a sense of relief but only for a second once he slapped the back of your thigh.

“You want me so fuckin’ bad princess, m’ close and you're gonna take it all, alright?” His rasp grunt echoed through your empty head as he set an inhumane pace that'll leave your hole sore for who knows how long, his damp bangs feathering your jaw.

You stumbled over your words as you tried to warn him but the only thing you got in return was the feeling of his warm seed infiltrating your hole and the sound of a door opening.

part 2

[victoriadallonfan]

You see Victoria being labeled as a potential Tyrant by Fragile One get brought up sometimes and there are plenty of discussions about her character traits itself could evolve that way… but less so for the actual plot/events go within Ward itself at the time as for what could have gone wrong/what Vicky could have done in the confines of Ward in particular if she went that way? It begs the question what future/events in was Fragile One seeing/thinking could happen?

As the numero uno Victoria understander I’m curious if you’ve thought on it/spotted those potential points of divergence in the text?

That's really what arc 13, 14, and 15 were all about.

Arc 12 primed us with Victoria having a panic attack when Jessica refuses to answer her calls when she needed her most, and Fragile One noting that she could lift Victoria up if she abandoned her morals to enforce her will. Even prior to this, arc 9 had the first thing Goddess offer Victoria was a small country to rule as its leader (and the alignment made Victoria see Goddess as a mentor figure), and arc 8 had Carol warn Victoria to not act as a tyrant and try to impress her will upon the people. Arc 13 has Victoria come face to face with the consequences of her actions in the form of the Exile world, where the villains on the level of Mama Mathers or Cradle are secretly (sort of?? The court and Judges seem to be aware of it??) sent off world to live in the wilderness with camping supplies until they are found legible for parole. It is a dark and heavy scene, with Victoria even putting on a dark mask to emulate Blind Justice that hides her expression.

Except 2 things challenge Victoria: Drillbit and Colt. Victoria does not believe Drillbit should be exiled and says that it feels wrong, but she is paralyzed by what to do, because she doesn't know how else to handle someone who is routinely a danger to others. Drillbit takes this out of her hands and goes through it of his own will, but it bothers her nonetheless.

Colt, however, is a child. She did some pretty shitty things even before she got powers (like trying to help villains kidnap Kenzie) and more after, but she was only 13 AND we know - as does Victoria soon after - that her mind has been damaged by her Shard (quite literally, her interlude describes her Shard as destroying parts of herself). Seeing Colt, and perhaps galvanized by her issues with Drillbit, Victoria says she wants to help Colt and prevent her from the Exile sentencing and tries various roundabout means of doing so (including getting Jessica onto defending Colt's mental state).

Furthermore, Victoria finds her new mask a hindrance. Many times, she remarks that she hates how it hides her expression and makes her feel disconnected from people. She ultimately abandons it even, when she appeals to the supervillains of Earth N in a very human way, and never wears it again.

The rest of the arc also has Victoria slowly have a mental breakdown as Teacher's machinations harms her relationship with Jessica permanently, makes her paranoid about what Kenzie thinks of her, makes her see the worst of heroes and villains, and feels as though all the hard work she's put in saving the city has been for nothing. By the end of arc 13, she is a bawling mess who is desperate for any way to feel like she has done something good, which leads to her helping give Sveta a humanoid body.

Arc 14 follows 13 pretty much directly, with Victoria both faking and not faking how upset she is with the public that they fell for Teacher's manipulations, but also that people like Gary Nieves are victim blaming and helping engage terrorists in gaining power. Much of the debate between her, her team, and Gary is representative of how Victoria wants to connect with the public, convince them with facts and explanations, but feels as though there is a deep divide between what they want and what is reality. She even darkly considers simply ignoring them and their complaints forever.

However her stay at Shin and being abused by their jail and government, at the threat of them killing millions of innocent people, has her realize that she doesn't believe she could just ignore them. That if worse came to worse, she'd sacrifice her own well-being and endure this abuse and her rapists machinations for the betterment of others.

Arc 15 is actually pretty simple in how it shoves Victoria's in a face to face conflict with a real tyrant: he is someone who has taken over a planet, has enforced his will upon others, and is convinced that only he has the right answers. She is around to hear other characters discuss how lifeless and without any human care his own buildings are. He treats people as disposable tools and weapons, forcing Victoria to commit grisly killings and see the deaths of hundreds of good people and even more that were mind-controlled. Her own teammates are broken mentally, crippled, and a potential love interest killed by the epitome of Tyranny.

I think this is pretty much where Victoria abandons all potential of putting herself "in charge" so to speak, and the Tyrant possibility is put to bed forever. There is no more allure, consciously or subconsciously. All she associates with the idea is pain, death, and grief.

I think if one was to consider and genuinely want to write Tyrant Victoria, one needs to have her be taken away from seeing Drillbit, from interacting with Colt, feeling frustrated with how much her darker changes get in her own way, and from being in Shin and realizing how much she values people having free-will over her own desires.

If none of this happens, I could see a Victoria who - when fighting Teacher - would think that if she was in his position, SHE would be doing better. That she could fix the system by herself, get rid of all the bad people, and do the Right Thing.

She could become Goddess, in that scenario.

[noahideahwrites]

Hi! Idk if you still do your X alpha reader hc but..

Can you do one for the Boys of Inuyasha again?? This time maybe How they ( the omegas/the boys ) secretlt like to be Carried by their Alpha?? Would be totes happy if you did this! ^^

How They Like To Be Carried — Inuyasha Omegas

Notes: I'm so sorry it took me this long to answer, the past few months have been wild with university and personal issues. But I'm gonna try and be more consistent, at least while I'm on summer break.

Warnings: Possible spoilers (principally on Naraku's), grammar mistakes, implied sex, and suggestive content

— Inuyasha:

»» As we all know this guy is a major tsundere, so he will deny and complain about you carrying him, even if deep down he loves it. You need to learn how to read his signs, similar to a dog's body language.

»» Now I'm a fan of making him flustered, so I would recommend doing it in front of his friends for a good laugh. But you need to keep in mind that he will not like you carrying him in front of others (who aren't his friends), principally if they're the enemy, even worse if it's Sesshomaru.

»» The guy has to keep his tough persona up and look intimidating, he cannot do it if he is red while you carry him. If you keep in mind those details, then you should be fine.

»» Inuyasha likes to be carried in any way, be on your back, shoulder and princess carried just to name a few, For him it doesn't matter how, as long as it's you doing it.

— Sesshomaru: 

»» There is only one way Sesshomaru likes to be carried and it's princess style, which can be surprising considering his personality and cold demeanor.

»» But for his alpha, Sesshomaru does and enjoys things he didn't think it would be possible for him to even consider. We have to remember that this guy is obsessed with his alpha, so he can tolerate a lot of things.

»» For you to even be able to carry him there can be only three people seeing, you, him, and maybe Rin, since she is your pup now. If even Jakin is present to see it, the moment you think of carrying him, he's gone.

»» The moment you're going to carry him the most is during aftercare, he loves to be pampered, principally after sex, so expect to be carrying him a lot after the act.

— Tōga: 

»» Tōga LOVES being carried, he doesn't care who sees it, or if people will start gossiping, or if he will embarrass his pups for being seen with you two.

»» He is also shameless, so he will ask you to carry him whenever he feels like it, and he will be smiling ear to ear and purring loudly, this man doesn't give a fuck.

»» He also loves carrying you, his alpha that he is really, REALLY obsessed with. If you don't like being carried he will only do it in the privacy of your home with only your pups to see.

»» Another frequent sight is Tōga carrying your pups around, doesn't matter their age, if they let him he will be seen just picking them up and walking around. But if they don't like it, it will be the same as when he does it to you.

»» Just like Sesshomaru he prefers the princess carry style, but he is not picky and will accept being carried in any way, shape, or form.

— Kōga: 

»» Absolutly HATES being carried with a passion, but loves carrying you. Don't even try to argue is not gonna work.

»» Every time you try to carry him, he does the uno reverse card and carries you instead. But you can feel the almost unnoticeable purrs he gives when carrying you.

»» Honestly, if you don't like being carried either just stop trying to carry him and you should be fine, he won't normally go out of his way to carry you around.

»» The only moment you will be carried no questions asked and without you initiating it, it's if you need to escape for whatever reason since he is faster than most if not all with the jewel shards.

— Bankotsu: 

»» This guy is the most neutral of all of them, he truly doesn't mind being carried, but it's also not something he likes, it's just indifferent.

»» Now, he does like teasing you when you go to carry him, saying something along the lines of "You really can't control yourself, huh?", he will make comments like this until you start blushing, this is the only part he actually likes about it.

»» But I feel like he is provocative to his alpha doesn't matter the occasion, it's just that you make it so easy when you like carrying him so much.

»» If he had to pick a style on being carried it would be a piggyback ride, he gets easy access to your ear, he can easily free himself if the need arrives and he can even provoke you if he feels like it.

— Naraku: 

»» ABSOLUTELY NOT, hates even the idea of it and hates even more thinking of carrying you, he just despises the carrying altogether.

»» How he goes about it depends on if it's just Onigumo that loves you or if Naraku as a whole loves you. If it's just Onigumo you won't even have many opportunities to even think about it after the first offer, he will cut you off and maybe even avoid you.

»» If the entirety of Naraku loves you, then it's another story. He still hates the thought of it, but the way he acts about it it's different.

»» Either he lets you carry one of his incarnations/clones, or he will try to distract you with other things, considering the way he is if he didn't accept on the first ask, I recommend not trying again if you want to live.

[sergeant-uno]

Munei has lost her color by now, a lot paler. She won't move from her area outside the Ronin lair and refuses to eat anything. Uno notices that the shard of gem in his plastron is fading in hue.

-@mrowlody

Holding a hand over the gem shard, he slowly follows the feeling.

A few moments later, he stops next to her.

[kaysdenofchaos]

(First anon here just call me Uno)

I like the idea that Dose (second anon) proposed

Mikey catching Leo and taking the blow for him and all

Very good idea

It would also be a good time to traumatize Leo with him not being able to wake Mikey up after the fact and freaking out.

(Or quite possibly a shard of glass stabbing Mikey in the arm causing him to lose his arm)

😀

I want a divorce

[eldritch-spouse]

Oh shit, we bullying Kalymir now?

Pulling an uno reverse on the icon. Oh? He wants to humilate and fuck us to death? Cute, but I'm far too busy riding his bloody and broken body to care. All of wrath is watching as his pelvis is being shatterd, bones breaking into little pieces.

Honestly that cock is the most useful part of him. Hopefully it won't break too fast like his teeth.

Tell you what, if he survives I'll be his queen, whether he wants it or not. It's obvious wrath is in dire need of a proper queen if this weakling is their leader. I'll whip that "icon" into a real warrior too. Let's just hope he'll come out of the progress alive.

Reverse yandere Baby.

(This will 100% end up in a lot of wrath ring porn sites)

TW: Gore.

Kalymir has never been so aroused in his life.

He's fucking broken. Which hurts to admit, but it's the truth.

You walked into his Ring, into Wrath's main arena, and dragged him across the ground like an animal. He stood barely a chance. If that much.

Now here he lies, a pool of infernal blood steadily growing beneath his battered and bruised body, his horns broken off, teeth spat out by his sides, one of his arms slashed open into a crimson spraying gash while the other lies paralyzed and twisted. There's something piercing the length of his left leg and his right one is basically severed... He's surprised there's still enough bloodflow in his body for his cock to work. The cock you're riding like a champion right now, pounding down with enough strength he almost chafes, hot cunt not just squeezing around his length but strangling it.

If his hips weren't shattered to a million shards, Kalymir would be bucking back as hard as you slam your fat ass down on him. But all he can do is wheeze and cough when you place your hands down on his cracking ribs for balance. Still, gargling his own blood, he spits it hard onto your face just to get you to punch him again, length throbbing madly at the new sting of pain.

He cums violently. Mangled form spasming, the King coughing and snarling wetly, choking on his own saliva as his seed mixes rapidly with the pool of his own blood on the arena. You don't even flinch, continuing to mercilessly breed him for your own pleasure.

Your eyes blaze onto him like Kalymir is no more than a convenient piece of meat. This. Yes, this must be what love feels like.

The demonlord manages to gather enough breath to start cackling hysterically, sliced tongue slipping out as he grabs the mighty blessed blade you're holding to his neck and digs it in further.

Fuck him! Kill him! Cut him! You stupid cunt, you better finish him while you can- Because Kalymir will snap your spine if he lives long enough to fuck you properly after this.

As is, he can only hear your groans of effort and victorious chuckling while the crowd around you two has erupted into total chaos. Some bludgeon each other, others wail, many have sunk to pure fucklust. He doesn't care.

He just thinks about slicing your abdomen open, gripping you by the guts and using them to make you fuck him faster. If only his arms could move...

[kitcatttt]

Players: The players are essentially the children of the three main gods in this au: Epoch (Chronos), Spirit (Milky Ways), and Thesis (Logic Gatekeeper). They were first created ~20 years before the corruption broke out to give them plenty of time to train. They also possess super strength, speed, and the ability to fly. Uno’s the youngest (barely), as he was roughly 19 ½ when the corruption occurred. Deux was the oldest at 20 ⅓.

Personalities (Pre-Death):

Uno - The most welcoming out of the four. Is willing to give anyone and everyone a chance to redeem themselves if they did something wrong. This leads to him being a bit naïve when it comes to someone’s behavior, always thinking that they’re just misunderstood — it’s what indirectly led to Annihilate.

Deux - They’re the one who usually reasons with people. They somehow always have a level-head, despite whatever chaos is occuring. While not as forgiving as Uno, they’re still willing to give people a chance – as long as they haven't proven themselves to be purely evil – unlike Brutus.

Tři - The energetic one of the bunch. She doesn’t take stuff as seriously as the other players, but that doesn’t mean she’s never serious. It really depends on the situation. But no matter what, she’ll be the one to lighten the mood. Despite this, they’re less forgiving than even Si, who’s known for how rigid she can be. She was the only one who wanted to kill Brutus after Final Boss, and Annihilate proved them right with that assessment.

Si - Pragmatic, analytic, and honest. It was rare for anyone outside of the players and gods to see her smile. Despite this, she isn’t overly mean or cruel. Just… cynical. Prone to getting overwhelmed, however. She opted in favor of locking Brutus up, which Deux agreed with. However, they relented to Uno, believing that he could possibly reason with Brutus.

Uno made an attempt to talk things out with Brutus, however, that plan failed miserably. Brutus had snatched the final Tree piece (also known as Thesis, each god is a piece), and, out of desperation and panic due to the three players charging towards him, stabbed himself with it. Of course, this caused Annihilate. No one – not even the gods – foresaw this happening. The heroes thought it would be like the other fights with Brutus: a brawl where it was first to beat the other into submission. Truly, before Annihilate, Brutus wasn't actually trying to kill the players. They realized the difference in how he fought way too late.

Deux was the first to die, as they had gotten pretty far from the other players. Brutus was able to catch them off guard because of this, clawing them in half. They didn’t even have a chance to scream due to shock. Si was the first to notice their body, and freaked out. She rushed in while the other two were just starting to realize what had happened, and was able to take out one of Brutus’s eyes. All that did was make her an easier target. Brutus crushed her easily, not even giving her a chance to try and run. At this point, Uno and Tři have registered that Brutus is far from stable, and that if they’re to win the fight, they have to kill him. And so, they try.

Uno and Tři managed to hold out for a good 2 minutes before they got overwhelmed. Considering that there were massive centipedes everywhere, it was bound to happen. Due to exhaustion, Uno got himself pinned underneath Brutus’s hand, which pressed down on (and shattered) his legs. Even while knowing how much of a goner he was, Tři still attempted to save Uno. She charged in, straight towards his claw in an attempt to break some part of it off. It, of course, didn’t work. She got herself impaled. Uno had his head crushed soon after, as he was unable to get himself out from under Brutus.

Seeing as in the game, the Sad Cube was able to revive all the players with the ears they received from being purified alongside the second Tree piece. Why couldn’t Ellias do the same? The power contained in the Tree shards are linked to all 3 tree pieces, no matter which one it originated from. Because the third Tree piece was still corrupted, they were unable to tap into the full power of the tree and revive the players.

Personalities (Post-Death):

Uno - Stayed relatively the same. He’s the only one of the four that passed on peacefully by accepting his death, which led to him becoming an angel. He’s the only thing semi-holding the players together due to retaining his sense of self, keeping them from abandoning each other. Still visits Kudell (Ellias) despite him never wanting to speak to Uno. Uno still loves him despite this.

Deux - Did not pass on, and ended up becoming a ghost. The shock and suddenness of their death left them in denial of their death. They believe that they’ll be brought back to life at any moment, though that belief diminishes over the years. Due to their grief for themself and the other players, they took on a greyish hue — including their eyes. They used to be purely white like Uno’s when they first died, however, they’ve grown dull overtime. They’re constantly miserable, not to mention in pain. Uno keeps them from running off to the volcano, especially since the person they want to see no longer lives there.

Tři - Did not pass on either, ended up becoming a wraith. She didn’t believe that she would fail in breaking Brutus’s claw, and that denial is what kept her from passing on. Their hatred for Brutus (and corrupts in general) is what turned her into a wraith. She is much more hateful and cruel now that she’s dead. She haunts Brutus’s tower, terrorizing most of the lower ranked corrupts. All of the high ranking corrupts are relatively unphased by her. They’ve attempted to kill both Kudell and Brutus, having been stopped by Uno, and surprisingly Si.

Si: Passed on, but not peacefully, turning her into a demon. Like Uno, she accepted her death. Unlike him, she still harbored much hatred in her heart towards Brutus and his family. She stays in the outskirts of the land, far away from the tower to keep herself from doing anything rash. Her personality is mostly the same, however she is much more aggressive and actively antagonizing when upset. Uno and Deux are typically the only two able to calm her down when she’s like that. Her and Tři often butt heads over simple things, especially with both of their increased aggression levels.

I’m did it :3 @esmeralda-cats767 here!

[asher-agere]

*rubs hands mischeviously* what kind of little ichika headcanons do u have ? im fine with any kind rlly im just curious ehehehe ^w^

-@/ittybittystarryshow

( ˶°ㅁ°) !! OMG HI. Many of these will sound like. Your own headcanons- I struggle to understand Leo/Need a bit, so I honestly like study your blog and your interpretations to better understand them! But I’ll still make them original of course hehe

Little Ichika

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

‏𖦹 Starting with an age range! I’ve said before but I feel like Ichika regresses to like, 1-4. Just a tiny baby! But she can definitely regress sometimes to a big enough headspace to be a curious little toddler! She’d love exploring, just crawling around, checking things out. Even things she’s not supposed to be checking out! Such as instruments- Or just anything expensive really, but she’s drawn to the instruments! Baby just wants to play! Problem is baby breaks things and can’t fix them. Then she’ll get really sad ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

𖦹 Little Ichika is obsessed with Miku. You might think big Ichika likes Miku? Wait till you meet the tiny baby! She always carries around her Miku plushy claiming it’s her best friend (Saki took physic damage hearing her say that). Sometimes she’ll go to Sekai and just ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა Tha’s Miku guys… She has so much stuff she’s had her Miku sign! Little baby collector! If someone doesn’t stop her she’ll spend all her money on Miku merch… Someone please stop her

𖦹 All baby gear is Miku themed! She has a Miku pacifier, Miku themed bedsheets and pajamas, Miku plushies, figurines too! But baby Ichika isn’t allowed to play with figurines cause one time she broke one… It was an accident! Now she gets really sad cause they look so cool… Why can’t she play? It’s not fair… Also eating healthy is never a problem! Baby doesn’t wanna eat veggies? Easy solution. Give her a leek! However she will use it as a microphone for a few minutes… But as long as her caregiver claps for her afterwards she’ll happily eat it!

𖦹 Stars! Little Ichika loooves watching the stars! I think she has a star blanket (Everyone in Leo/Need has matching ones because I say so). She loves taking her blanket outside to lay on and look up at the stars! Even better if she’s on the rooftop at her Sekai! She also likes having fruit that���s like cut into star shapes! Especially apples hehe. She’s tried cutting a leek into a star shape before but then it just sorta feel apart, baby was very sad (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

𖦹 I think when Ichika is regressed she has a very limited vocabulary, but one word she can definitely say is “Star”! Therefore. Everything is star. She’ll point to her sippy cup “Star”, point’s to a plushy “Star”. All of her friends? Yes their new names are “Star”. “Ichika how are you feeling?” You guessed it “Star” (Inspired by me regressing and calling everything 7. That was influenced by playing Uno though-)

𖦹 Y’know those liquid motion timer things? These

Yeah Ichika has like 5 of these- It’s so cool to watch! All the pretty colors move around and they mix to make a new color but then they separate? :0 Then it all stops… Then she flips it over and they go again! She also definitely had one that has glitter inside cause it looks like pretty stars! Her caregiver needs to watch her though, she’ll accidentally knock them over and they break and leave glass shards everywhere (•᷄ࡇ•᷅ ;)

𖦹 Ichika also loves flowers! She has cacti, but baby Ichika isn’t allowed near those. She just. Grabs. And she should not do that- It hurts a lot (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) Biting them is not better! She has tried! Do not let her or she will try again! So now Ichika just gets normal flowers :3 She loves picking flowers with meanings of like friendship and love and giving them to her caregiver and friends! She also loves to have her hair braided and flowers in her hair like Rapunzel… She’s a pretty princess!

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

While I was writing this post… I hit 100 followers? That’s insane… I’ll make an actual post about that in a minute! I started writing stuff here but it was getting too long… But thank all of you so much!

[midnight--capricorn]

The definitive list of who every Fantasm, designed or otherwise, is based on

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Yeah I'm making that list already

Most of them fall into like 5 source groups-FE, JJBA, Ace Attorney, CRK (kingdom specifically), or Warehouse 13.

So I'm gonna start this now idk what tumblr's character limit is. No rambling.

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Moonview

(Tournaline, Onyx, Jet, Slate and Charcoal are all the main warehouse 13 characters)

Tourmaline- Claudia

Onyx- Myka

Jet- Pete

Slate- Steve

Charcoal- Artie

Labradorite- Mia Fey

Topaz- Diego Armando/Godot (he's based on both)

Quartz/Imperium- Berkut

Opal- Fernand

Rhodonite- Kakyoin

Aquamarine- Eirika

Zircon- Ephraim

Obsidian- Dark Cacao Cookie

Carnelian- Lukas

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Blackstone Bastion

Most of the main group here are fe fates characters. Others aren't.

Vanilla- Xander

Caramel- Leo

Toffee/Hyperion- Siegbert

Fudge/Oberon- Forrest

Crême- Corrin (F)

Clove- Kaze

Plum- Midori

Thyme- Kana (M)

Banoffee- Odin (Owain)

Ganymede- Ophelia

Cocoa- Azama

Absinthe- Eternal Sugar Cookie

Navi- Irida (the only Pokémon character here lol)

Sirius- Phoenix Wright

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Treebound Sanctum

oops all engage. Mostly

Buttercup- Alfred

Daffodil- Céline

Carnation- Diamant

Sage- Alcryst

Violet- Ivy

Rose- Hortensia

Chamomile- Clanne

Crocus- Alear (F)

Alder- Louis

Oak- Joseph Joestar (p2 Joseph.)

'owl'- Marth

Ludo- Abbacchio

Wildcard- Fugo

Uno- Giorno

Jade- Forsyth

Pine- Takumi

Mahogany- Ryoma

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Darkshine Carnival

Scribe- Robin (M)

Fable- Morgan (F)

Odyssey- Chrom

Dirge- Prosciutto

Sonnet- Lysithea

Waltz- Lorenz

Limerick- Claude

LiveWire- Melone

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Neo-Fantasium

Shard- Illuso

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Pathopeir

(note: Uno, Wildcard and Ludo are all Pathopeirian too.)

Atlantic/Maelstrom- Jotaro

Everglade- Jolyne

Savannah- Kars

Sahara- Wamuu

Everest- Bruno

Shoreline- Lucina

Mesa- Lukas (again, separate from Carnelian)

Meadow- Forsyth (separate from Jade)

Riverbed- Marth (Separate from 'Owl'

Estuary- Forde

Moor- Abel

Cirrus- Caeda

I forgot I needed to subtract the somniformes since they're different versions of other characters (aquamarine & zircon, jade and Everest), so I actually think this is all of them. Idk though I may be missing some.

[tsams-au-confessions]

Random Au I came up with for angst (I LOVE ANGST)

Lunar gets kidnapped by the creator because he wants to use his powers for whatever reason suddenly Sun shows up and says that the creator can take him as long as he lets Lunar go

So the creator lets Lunar go and Sun tells Lunar to run as far away as he can get. Lunar does, Lunar is running back home to tell Moon, Solar, etc the family when suddenly from behind he hears an explosion.

Sun had lined up several wither shards outside of the creators lair thing, and he used those to explode the entire base, killing the creator... and him in the process.

Before this, Sun had asked odd questions to the family like "how much power can wither shards produce?" "How much power would it take for the creator to die?" "Where is the creator located?" etc.

That's basically it (Sun gets to play uno with KC and Solsr flare now yippee!!)

That's so sad! But at least he can play with my two favorite characters ^^

[inquisimer]

HEY BB if you had to pick 5 fics you’ve written to make a “crash course” and sum up your writing personality, which would they be? I must know.

thank you for the uno reverse, MWAH

it's only fair that I have to turn this lens on myself but DANG was it hard to be like "what is my writing personality?" I think it really boiled down to: platonic relationships, grey wardens, a just a hint of Lore™️

Gen'adahl - Female Lavellan/Cullen Rutherford, Rated G, 1485 words

this was one of the first ever DA fics I wrote; I remember scrawling it out in a notebook at my last job where I wasn't allowed to keep my phone at my desk. And I was so proud when I finished it! For me, it represents the proof that I can finish pieces, no matter how long it takes

to be seen feeling - Male Mahariel/Morrigan, Rated T, 5039 words, a gift for @dreadfutures as part of the 2023 DAFF DIscord's OC Swap

writing this fic was not only an absolute joy, it was a pinnacle for me: if I could write a fic that captured the depths of Blue's OCs, I could probably do anything. And I did! And I can! It was exactly what I needed at the time and also a reminder that however blase my own knowledge or fandom experience feels to me, it will slot into what even the most knowledgeable fandom personalities know in surprising ways.

Shards of Glass - Female Brosca & Rica Brosca, Rated G, 3304 words

One of my first toe dips into the gray area of lore! It was so fun to imagine an alternative for Brosca's origins, to give her a deeper connection to the Stone, to play in the absolute barren wasteland wide open sandbox of Bioware's dwarven lore. Beyond that, this piece highlights my Sibling Bias™️ and how much i love exploring the DAO origins before the Blight, in general.

nothing hits the ground without an echo - Alistair & Bethany Hawke, Rated G, 1045 words

My first Dragon Age canon/canon fic! Absolutely wild to think that before I got into Dragon Age I was vehemently anti-oc in fanfic 😂 I'm so glad I outgrew that and can love and celebrate all of our OCs. At the same time, it was a joy to return to my canon x canon roots and play up the Grey Warden lore and happenings at Vigil's Keep that seemed to die in game after Awakening ;-;

I carried my own ashes to the mountain - Zevran Arainai & Female Brosca, Rated G, 1202 words

Nothing particularly poetic to say about this one, to be perfectly honest, I just like the Vibes™️. I think the humor and sarcasm suits my writing personality, and the lighthearted overtones that are haunted by unnamed pining and angst are Very Me :3 Also Nika not recognizing her face and yet reluctant to let go of it until someone gives her permission is something deeply personal to me, that I didn't even realize until after I'd written this. I look back on it and go, yep, yeah, I see you now, past mer😅

[fataltrble]

@dissonavnce: please, i would rather swallow shards of glass than ever date you. harper⠀⠀♡⠀⠀xxxx.

‘ Entiendo el punto, no es necesario que lo digas como si salir conmigo fuese el peor castigo que el universo pudiera darte, ’ aclara lo suficientemente alto para que le escuche por encima de la fuerte música. Quiere esconder su molestia, pero siente que la misma se escapa por cada uno de sus poros mientras se distrae jugando con su bebida. ‘ Por favor... Encima estoy segurísima que el resto de las personas con las que has salido fueron horribles contigo. Lo sé, lo vi cada vez. ’