#There was a tiny bit of an intervention lol

[puppetmaster13u]

PFFT. Bruce's cryptid status definitely does grow. And everyone is wildly off with their guesses. There were bets placed and everything.

Pfft, Clark is about to pass out from stress when he sees one of the other Gotham vigilantes try to reach around Batman to steal some food. And Bruce holds it out of reach at first, so he thinks that the kid can’t have it- which makes sense! Deadly! Poison! That no one should be eating! Even the others in the cafeteria look slightly amused!

 And then Batman pulls the manners card and the other vigilante pouts and grumbles and groans and then in the sassiest voice- let’s be honest it’s a Robin’s job to sass Bruce- “May I please have some parental figure who I love?” 

 Everyone freaks out. 

It'd be hilarious if this is how they (the JL) find out about the Gotham vigilantes being family lol. Like, the kids definitely said to their teams that Batman was their dad, but it was like, with the Gotham way of obvious that it sounds like sarcasm.

You're so right, there definitely is stuff for people adjusting. And non-poisoned stuff in the touristy areas. Mostly. Sometimes there's people who get poisoned on purpose if they don't like them lol. Gotham might be a hellhole to Outsiders, but you treat staff right and you won't get murdered.

Randomly just had the idea of a raincoat mermaid tail dress slam into me and I have no clue how that would work lol.

PFFT, imagine having monitor or late night duty with Batman before people knew the Poison fridge was for him. And no one believes you for weeks until he happens to grab his lunch around the time other people were there and witnessed it.

Oh my god, I bet hunting/swimming trips in Gotham are seen as like, not exactly traditional dates, but pretty up there. Though they're very careful not to overhunt and they probably have several fish farms they constantly release fish from.

The kids definitely use swimming excursions to scare passing Atlanteans lol. Gotham Academy has a scoreboard for each class that the kids made and it's far from the only one. The atlanteans have no clue that they are simply scaring them for fun, because those waters are Terrifying and the things in there scream Predator and Uncanny Valley Body Horror to the instinctive part of their brains lol.

You're right Gothamites have stupid poison resistance & the rogues complain about it- Oh my god. Arkham. Do you think they have small pools like, in the cells? Like if someone behaves they get a room with a small floor pool so they can swim or just chill in aquatic form. (I'd say if they're behaving because Big Teeth & Claws that can definitely tear through a person)

Mermay Special Prompt 3

“Are you kidding? No one goes to Gotham, that place is like,” Aquaman made a motion with his hand, a not-quite grimace on his face. “Like things should not be living in the water, like it should be impossible, and things should be dead, but they aren’t and it’s like, like the equivalent of an undead apocalypse over there!” 

Bruce rolled his eyes behind his cowl, taking a sip of his coffee as the others continued drinking. Socialize, they said, it’ll be fine they said. Well excuse him, but the waters weren’t that bad. Sure there were always dumped bodies, and chemicals from the rogue attacks, but it was far worse at one point.

One thing he’ll always be relieved for is how the… curse (thank you broken statuette back in the beginning of his vigilante career that fused with the other many curses of Gotham) made the people of Gotham actually care about the waters around them. 

Though also, he couldn’t help but thank anything that might be listening for the fact that the curse only interacted with Gotham waters, because losing legs with any risk of a drop of water would be downright annoying. 

“No dude, you don’t understand, no one goes there for a reason! That shit is horrific- someone saw a big thing with bits of rebar stabbed straight through it and still chased after a big alligator-thing!” Oh. Oh that had been him. Oops. Hopefully his kids didn’t find out about this, but they were probably already on the cameras. Dammnit. 

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

All About The Trines Pt. 1 : Sun's Rising

Alright, so today's focus is about the beautiful trines in astrology.

Whether its in the natal chart, synastry, or even a transit. Trines are very interesting associations that connect the planets together. It is a natural force that takes just a tiny bit of effort, but once you get a taste of it, you gotta pull its string a little. Just so you can get more of it. When you do this, it'll become a stronger sensation. And it will mean much more throughout your lifetime (natal) if you play your cards right.

So whatever planets you have trine in your chart, also look to the houses. Because it shows that the energies of these houses blend together to create something natural, powerful, and authentic.

So, here is a few observations I have on some trines. This'll be part 1 because there is so many, but if you feel I missed yours or your just interested in learning different trines in any chart, feel free to let me know and I can add it in pt.2.

So you ready? Lets ride.

Sun trine Moon

To have this in a natal chart shows theres a compassionate nature that comes out of the individual. They have a creative force that is authentic, yet inspirational. Interesting, but very divine. You attract people like honey, and your words fuel the gates to return to heaven. I mean that seriously. Its a beautiful placement overall. It has this flow that is strong, yet soft. Blissful, yet hard to come by. These people seem to be protected by a hidden force that is deeply felt. Like their connected to the archangels or something. A sun trine moon individual must weave their power in order to get into their bag. In order to truly capture this, they must allow their souls to express itself freely. And whatever feelings come out of the surface is what they should allow to flow through air, and allow others to flow with its being.

Sun trine Jupiter

A person with this special persona is up for a real treat. Lucky experiences can take shape in the houses these two planets are in. They change abruptly, thats jupiters domain. This release they feel comes from the brain, and out into the world. The body holds onto this magic, and awaits for it turns to absorb any more of it that they can get. This is so that when the time is right, they can create realities out of thin air. And have a magical race into the sunset. Lol. its a one of a kind placement.

So lets get serious for a bit, sun trine jupiter placements have a knack for picking up on the finest lines of social stimulation. So much so, they tend to get into fortunate experiences every chance they get. They know to take a chance and to allow things to come in when need be. Optimistic nature is a given, so they dont work to hard to get what they need/want. This might be different if Jupiter is in retrograde, as time and time again it will show a different discretion. Hoping for something different and not getting the results (we will talk about retrograde planets in aspects later). Overall, this placement is a natural force of divine intervention, and a worthy placement to have when you're feeling good & lucky.

Sun trine Mars

There energy is always up for the challenge. Their honestly gifted in areas where their soul can jump into high intensity inducing things. Their energy is powerful, strong and vital. And this type of placement needs more time and structure than any other. It is because this placement needs time to focus its energy onto something, as martians typically need to put themselves on overdrive to use up some of that intensity they have in their bodies. Their expression (sun) ties real well with the bold like persona (mars) of an individual who knows what they want. These people are pretty confident naturally, and need no ones help on getting to what they desire. Although it would be nice, these placements typically know their way around. Because it is a trine, its flow and force is deeply penetrating. I would say this makes them more well liked but it isn't true. Martians tend to be unlikeable due to unconfident people or others not being able to catch the flow they have and tame it. Its inspirational by nature because it uses its force to capture an authentic moment that describes who they are. Their just naturally equipped to due dangerous things, or things people are too scared to do and shy away from, This is what makes them sexy. If you have this placement or anyone with it, please tell them to try new things that dare them to go above and beyond. You dont know what'll make of it, thats the surprise all along. It's truly a one of its kind.

Sun trine Pluto

Ah, the gift that keeps on giving. Here, I believe this placement can be very authorative. It has a special quality to it where people who heal others can weave their ability to make amends with the psyche and what wounds they've been carrying around for some time, and open up to a higher awakening so that their souls can meet a new cycle they've been dreaming of for a while.

These individuals have what it takes to move on from cycles that no longer serve them. Their energy is built on capturing the moment to when it times to breathe their last, they are transforming into the next big thing. Every single time. It's like the butterfly effect but in human form. Its capable of treating others in a way that reflects back into their inner circle. That domain they keep their hidden selves in up until they meet a sun/pluto individual. You make them wonder what its like to live on the other side. On edge. On an emotional rollercoaster, but the one that shares its joy and authenticity at the end of the ride. It makes you wonder, what are they truly hiding? Because they make themselves look so well put together after everything done.

Sun trine Saturn

Structure & Foundation is a karmic blessing for them. They do have a gift inside of them that helps them get through the day. They understand that things really don't come as hard, but as easy as people say. I love this placement simply because there is a sense of maturity already present in the individual, that they don't need to oversell it and potentially lose their childhood. They kind of know what they want and what they have to do to get it respectfully so they can grow into that thing they are looking into. It's like a person who is consciously aware they're like a 'tree', one that grows with time and can't be rushed.. so their patience for things is really top tier (unless they have other placements with mars that say otherwise). They naturally carry a sense of wisdom that is given to them by birth, and they tend to know what their talking about early on. Even if they haven't gone thru it themselves. Great and carrying personas and could be like teachers even at a young age. A wonderful placement to catch in the chart.

Sun trine Neptune

Oh my gawd. These wonderful placement holders have a GIFT from God. Naturally empathetic, intuitive, and can really see into the soul. Their so talented in what they do and what they come up with and they intrigue people (like their sun/uranus buddies) in a propelling way. They are the light that the world needs when things get to ugly, to dark, to serious. They connect to the ethers in a way that others may have forgotten, or have never knew before. The way sun trine neptune can pick up on energies before it shows up in the room, or the way they are able to read other people and understand the differences between them and others makes them likeable and rejected by society at the same time. Like I said, they can be pretty interesting. But there connection to the stars is unmatched.

Sun trine Uranus

Compelling natures. Quick-witted. And has a looooooad of information in those brains that can't go unnoticed. Literal geniuses in those little bodies of theirs. Their intellectual but their force is so much more than that. You can't keep up with them. Their literally 20 years away while everyone is trying to catch up. Make fun of them now, copy them later. It's the usual. They know they shock the world, but do they care? Not exactly. There is an innate understanding on how the world works, and their rebellion is far past the way society moves. They're just different, theres nothing for them to prove. They ease into this as they age as well.

Sun trine North Node

Rahu has its mark here.. Very interesting considering that their mortal enemies. In a trine its no different. These two have a fiery nature when together. So a person with this in a natal chart have a drive that is incapable of stopping any time soon. There destiny wants it, but do they need it? They have to go with the flow, which is incredibly interesting because trines work that way. But with rahu against the sun? Whew. They got some work to do. If it’s talent you wanna see, then with this placement you just might get it. You gotta work hard at it though because rahu isn’t letting up lol.

Sun trine South Node

Beneficial factors play here because ketu is sweetened with the suns magic. Your souls purpose becomes a factor in a way that you aren't creating anything out of thin air, it just comes to you. Your soul's spirit was ready to take on the mission since the day you was born. So you're capable of anything. You just have to wait for the right time, because it's divine intervention that takes the cake here.

I hope you guys enjoyed this small interp on the trines connecting to the sun! Beautiful placements.

Also if anyone was wondering, the sun cannot trine venus and mercury since they can't be no more than two signs away from each other. Hope that helps.

Anyways, if you have any questions feel free to ask in the comments!

[callsign-rogueone]

alone with you - l.m.

Liam Mairi x reader part two of Liam and Spark's story. words: 3.0k 🏷: Fourth Wing spoilers (spark knows things that Violet doesn't lmao), sparring and a tiny bit of blood, reader gets injured but not to worry, someone takes care of you. no pronouns used for reader but Liam does call you a girl. Tuile being a bitch (wbk) and perhaps some answers about what happened in spark's first year at basgiath... I'm still not good at writing fight scenes, sorry lol

Another year, another round of challenges. Another opportunity to show the entire quadrant that you’re not here to fuck around, nor to make friends.

You loosen your muscles as Emeterrio discusses the rules of engagement, cracking your neck and stretching out your arms, taking mental inventory of all the weapons on your body -- even though it’s frowned upon to use them in these fights, you keep the array of knives at the ready.

“I see the general’s girl has survived the week,” Tuile muses. “I’m almost impressed.”

You cast a glance across the room, seeing her standing next to the cadet who was in front of her in line for Parapet, the one she’d traded boots with.

“It’s only a matter of time,” you mutter back. 

Even though Xaden had convinced the two dozen of you to leave her alone, it’s likely that somebody else is going to see how fragile she is and walk right up and snap her in two, to thin the herd -- not that she has a real chance of making it to threshing anyway, not without some divine intervention.

But she’s a perfect little Navarrian citizen, so she must pray to their gods every night before bed. Maybe they’ll help her, because you sure as hell won’t; you have a reputation to maintain, and there’s no rational explanation you could give her for why you would want to help her at all, not without jeopardizing the entire revolution -- she might not take after her traitorous older brother, who as far as she and everyone else in this death trap of a college is aware, is dead.

She seems to notice you watching her, locking eyes with you for a split second and quickly averting her gaze. She’s afraid of you and all of your friends, unaware that your respect for Brennan is what’s keeping her alive right now.

Fear is a requirement for survival here. Maybe she’ll make it longer than you’d thought.

It’s not a surprise to you at all that your name is called first, nor that you’re matched with the largest cadet in the class. It became clear to you last year that the professors aren’t making these assignments randomly. It couldn’t be a coincidence that they keep pairing you with the best fighters -- but never with another marked one, even though you’re all at the top of the class.

No, they’re probably entertained by all of this, betting on you like racehorses or wild dogs, placing wagers on who would come out on top. If anyone’s putting money on you, you’ve made them a killing -- you’re undefeated. 

But that would require someone else to bet against you, and while you may not respect all of the professors and leadership, or any of them, really, you don’t think they’re dumb enough to throw their money away like that.

“We meet again,” he says with a sick grin that makes the scar below his eye stretch and contort.

You don’t respond, taking one last survey of the seven blades on your body, but you’re not dumb enough to touch them, lest he see where they are and try to take them himself, like he did earlier this year.

He’d wrapped his fingers around the wooden hilt of the blade that Liam had given you before you left for Basgiath, intent on putting it through your heart, and you’d seen red.

“You should have taken his eye out.”

“I gave him that scar as a warning,” you reply evenly. “It’s up to him if he’s going to heed it or not.”

You’re at it as soon as Emeterrio says go, taking turns lunging at each other and blocking attacks.

You’re evenly matched, despite the size he has on you. He may be stronger, more intimidating, but you’re faster, and you know what you’re doing. You know where to hit and when, your strikes much more precise than his.

Still, Liam’s heart races.

It was one thing watching you mess around with Bodhi in the courtyard, but it’s another thing entirely seeing you fight as if your life depends on it -- and it does. There’s a very real possibility that one of you is going to be spending the evening in the infirmary, or the morgue, after this ends. 

You fight like Xaden, like himself and Bodhi and Imogen and everyone else his brother had a hand in training, but with an edge he’s never seen from you before.

He hesitates to put a name to it, but there’s something in your eyes akin to a wild animal’s as the pair of you stalk circles around each other, planning your next attack.

“It’s not polite to play with your food,” Tuile chides.

Fine. You’ll finish this, if only so she’ll shut up and leave you alone.

The other cadet has the same idea. 

You charge at the same time as he hurls a dagger in your direction, and you hit the ground at the last second to avoid being skewered. You start to press up to your feet, but he stomps a boot into your back, pain ripping down your spine. You swallow a scream, digging your nails into the sticky foam beneath you.

The mental wall separating you from Tuile crumbles, that familiar white-hot anger flowing through you. “Do something.”

You unsheath a dagger, reaching up and swiping it across his calf, and he hisses in pain, releasing you and taking a stumbling step back.

It’s easy enough for you to knock him off balance, landing three consecutive blows to his ribs and a swift kick to his stomach that sends him to the floor.

You’re tired of this already. It’s lost its novelty, and you really need to sit down -- there’s black spots clouding your vision, and the pain in your back has gotten impossibly worse.

“Do I have to kill you in front of the kids, or do you yield?” 

“I yield,” he rasps, still clutching his leg.

You lean down, wiping each side of the blade on his shirt before you sheath it.

“Sloppy, but satisfactory,” Tuile comments — that’s high praise from her. Maybe she’ll give you the evening off from her snide remarks.

You slot yourself between Liam and Bodhi, leaning against the wall as casually as you can; every movement has pain spreading across your lower back and shooting down your spine. 

You try to focus on rebuilding the wall she’d knocked down, brick by brick, taking deep breaths and forcing the anger out of your body.

Liam reaches for you, looking worried.

You speak under your breath, not moving your lips. “Not here. Not in front of everyone.” 

He pulls back without protest, understanding why you don’t want him helping you where the rest of the quadrant can see you, don’t want them to see the look of concern on his face and his hand on your arm and identify him as your weakness.

You may very well be the most hated person in the quadrant, being marked, bonded to one of Navarre’s nastiest dragons, and unafraid to draw blood in challenges. There are several cadets in this room who wouldn’t hesitate to go after Liam if they thought it would hurt you -- and it would. 

You don’t care what they do to you, what pain they inflict or what scars they leave on your body, but if anyone so much as touches Liam, they’ll lose the use of their hands. 

You breathe through the pain and keep your eyes on the fights unfolding in front of you; making note of who favors what side of their body, who gets sloppy after more than a minute, who yields because they don’t have the stomach to take things further.

Most of the cadets think this is the one class you don’t have to study for, but they’d be wrong -- there’s a reason you always come out on top, and this is it.

The class ends without Liam’s name being called, which is a relief, even though you don’t doubt his skill on the mat — it’s off the mat that you’re worried about. 

Almost everyone heads straight to dinner, but Liam hangs back, getting your attention with a barely-there touch to your elbow. You look over at him, and he nods in the other direction, toward the dorms. 

Of course he’s going to insist on checking your injuries himself, as he always did in the years you trained with him and Xaden. He doesn’t seem to think anything has changed between you in the year you’ve been away.

Sooner or later, he’ll realize he’s wrong.

You wait for nearly everyone to be out of the gym before you leave, leading him up to the second floor in silence and unlocking your door with a wave of your hand, gesturing him inside -- thankfully there’s nobody in the hallway to see you.

You haven’t been alone with him in a full year. A year and two weeks, if you want to be precise. The day you’d said goodbye, and nothing else.

You busy yourself with digging through your desk drawer to find the nearly-empty tin of healing balm, handing it to him before you turn away, gritting your teeth as you pull the shirt up over your head. 

If you weren’t pouring every ounce of energy you have left into keeping yourself upright, you might have it in you to be embarrassed about the amount of skin you’re exposing to him, the history of your first year at Basgiath on full display. But it’s Liam. Liam isn’t going to judge you, isn’t going to pry; he’ll just keep giving you that soft, concerned look -- which is somehow almost worse.

There’s a moment of quiet as he takes it in; the dark blue, nearly-black silhouette of Tuile that spans your shoulder blades and continues down your back, disappearing into the layers of thick linen wrapped over your chest, the full extent of your rebellion relic, winding down your arm to your wrist… 

Then he sees it, the nasty bruise starting to form on your back, below the hem of your bindings. The other cadet had hit you square in the spine, a blow that could very well have been paralyzing had it been delivered at a slightly different angle with slightly more force. That’s probably what he’d intended.

Liam isn’t particularly religious -- none of you are, which was a major reason why your parents had wanted to secede from Navarre -- but he still sends up a silent thank you to the powers that be that you’re okay, standing in front of him mostly unharmed.

You grit your teeth, keeping your eyes shut and gripping the shirt tightly as Liam’s hand rubs over your back, working in the healing balm. 

There’s something about the feeling of his skin on yours that is more uncomfortable than the aching bruise or any of the other injuries you’d sustained in that fight. 

You can handle the brush of your hands, a touch through layers of clothing and armor, eye contact and whispered words and smiles — all things that are acceptable behavior between friends — but the tenderness of this whole thing is overwhelming; being alone with Liam in your room, his bookbag on the floor, standing behind you rubbing a hand over your back, the other on your waist to hold you steady because you’re fucking trembling.

Maybe you are a little embarrassed after all.

The skin feels warm and tingly, a sign that whatever healing herbs within the sticky paste are working, soothing the aching muscle. Your entire body feels warm. It’s unbearably hot in this room, but Liam doesn’t seem to mind, still dressed in his flight jacket and full uniform. 

He moves his attention from your back to your side, murmuring a soft apology when you startle at the feeling of his hand smoothing over your ribs.

You take a breath, letting him work more of the balm into the spot where the other cadet’s fist had landed.

He finally pulls back, letting his hand linger on your waist until he’s convinced you won’t fall over. “Anything else hurting?” he asks gently.

“My head,” you admit to the wall. “But that never goes away.”

You pull the shirt back on as quickly as you can, done feeling exposed, and fight to maintain an unaffected expression as you turn back to face him.

He looks at you for a few seconds before it dawns on him -- the persistent headache, the flatness of your skin and your constantly racing heart, the way you’re bracing yourself with a hand on the desk, how tired you look and feel… “Spark, when was the last time you had water? Or anything to drink at all?”

Liam has always been too observant for his own good. 

You take a moment to think about it, another definite indicator that something is wrong. “Yesterday,” you answer quietly. “At dinner.” 

His eyes widen almost imperceptibly. It’s been a full twenty-four hours -- you’re supposed to be at dinner right now. It’s a miracle that you hadn’t passed out on the mat this afternoon.

He doesn’t scold you, doesn’t tell you how bad that is; he just squeezes your hand gently, taking the water bottle out of his bag and uncapping it. He can see you hesitating, knows something is wrong --  it takes a lot to rattle you, but you’re looking at the thing like it’s going to bite you.

“Three sips?” he asks softly.

That seems doable.

You take the bottle from him, holding it for a moment, feeling the weight of the metal and the energy flowing through the water inside it. It’s clean, calm, not murky and angry like the river water that Carr had made you practice with last year, but that doesn’t matter; in your hands, it’s the most dangerous substance on the planet.

And as fate would have it, it’s necessary for your survival.

You’re just grateful Tuile is off doing gods-know-what and not making her usual smug commentary -- she’d left after you’d won that challenge match, but she’ll be back soon enough. 

You raise it to your lips and drink, wanting to get it over with. The water is cool and crisp, breathing life back into your mouth and soothing your throat as you swallow, your body singing in relief as you give it what it’s been deprived of for months now. 

You take a moment to breathe, comforted by the air that continues to flow into your lungs and back out. Liam is standing in front of you. You’re okay. Two more. You can do this.

You bring it back up for another sip. You hadn’t realized how much you needed this, how much better it would make you feel. You take the next one in quick succession — that’s three. You’re done. 

You hate to admit it, but you feel better already.

Liam is still watching you with that soft, worried expression, though it’s less severe now than it had been earlier. You can see the gears turning, knowing he’s wondering why this was such a big deal for you; but there’s no judgment there, just genuine concern for your well-being.

You decide to tell him the truth, or part of it.

“I almost drowned when I channeled for the first time,” you say quietly, gazing back down at the half-empty bottle. “It was fucking terrifying. I couldn’t shower alone for a week. I needed one of the girls to come into the bathroom with me and face the wall, just talking to me the whole time. Then we realized Bo can counter signets. He’s been helping me control it, but…”

So that’s what Xaden had meant when he said that Bodhi was helping you deal with things. He wonders if there’s anything else his brother hadn’t told him, anything you aren’t telling him, but he won’t demand an answer from you -- he knows how difficult it must have been for you to tell him what you did, and he won’t push you further.

He takes the bottle back and caps it, gathering you into his arms silently, the way he’d wanted to back in the gym. He’s careful not to put any pressure on the injury, keeping his hands well above the bruise -- one between your shoulder blades and one on your ribs, on the side that you hadn’t been hit.

You rest your head on his shoulder, speaking in a whisper. “Thank you, Li.”

His lips brush over your hairline, where the ache is the worst. “Of course, sweet girl.”

You don’t want to let go of him yet, but you’ve already been holding each other longer than is appropriate for friends -- and that’s all you are, for the time being. 

He finally pulls away, and you could nearly cry at the loss of contact. 

“I need a minute,” you manage. “You should head down.”

You’re reminded again of why you love him so much as he nods in understanding, shouldering his bag and giving you a soft smile before he heads out your door.

All good things must come to an end. 

“Sweet? He must not know you at all.” 

“He knows me better than you ever will,” you snap back. 

At least she waited for him to leave, for you to be done with the water, or you would have some serious explaining to do.

You build up the wall again before she replies, and though it isn’t strong enough to block her out completely, she doesn’t push against it or knock it down -- she must not feel like getting into a pissing match with you right now. 

Good. You don’t either.

You notice he left the bottle on your desk. You manage another three sips before you finally head down to dinner, where you slide into the open seat beside Liam, silently pushing the empty bottle toward him. 

“I’m proud of you,” he whispers, not wanting to draw any attention from the group around you, who are all immersed in hearty conversation.

You haven’t heard those words from anyone in a long time. They mean more to you than he could ever imagine.

[oceansssblue]

Soooo about the weird kinks

It may sound weird (expected lol) but something about the trooper being a bit more pudgy than his buddies? Not like fat as they are still soldiers but yknow armor sitting more tighter and comforting/affectionally teasing them about it (while enjoying it)

All the freedom of which trooper goes to you!

Give me all the weirdness yes!! 🥳

I just have the doubt if u wanted some clone/clone in the mix or not though (y'all be as detailed and explicit as you can if u want to make sure I get it right, I always have doubts lmao) sooo i decided not to jump to a full smutt and just leave it as teasing/sensual kinda thing –just in case!

And since you let me pick the trooper... I decided to go with Kix. He's cute. Fullstop.

Enjoy and remember I'm still taking weird/unusual kinks and 1sentence smutt fic requests!

Xx,

Blue.

"SOFT" – KIX /& 501ST 💖🔥

WARNINGS: PHYSICAL INSECURITIES, SORT OF SOFT HUMILIATION KINK, TEASING, PLAYING JUSTT AROUND CLONECEST (THOUGH I THINK IT COULD BE INTERPRETED AS PLATONIC TEASING, IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO BACK UP), NO PROPER SEX SCENE, MENTIONS OF BLOOD&WOUNDS&MEDICALSHIT, PUBLIC SHOWERS.

Note: i think this turned out well, hope it's what you were looking for dear anon!

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Kix was having a hectic day in Kamino's medbay. The 501st had just returned from yet another complicated mision in the Outer Rim; and not unusual either, he had a mix of wounds and virical diseases to heal. Some troopers had broken bones, some deep gashes and blaster grazes, some had just catched a cold that he couldn't yet brush aside as irrelevant. While Kix always followed his brothers to battle, and he had a task there, in the middle of the field, it was here, in the post-mision –when they were tucked back into safety– were his main work begun.

After a quick mental triage and once all urgent medical conditions were resolved, he resorted to attend to those with minor, non-threatening wounds. He cleaned, applied the correspondent bacta or balm, and covered each one of them; leaving one or two unattended for now as they required a bit more of time and space. He took samples of those who appeared to be developing any sort of infection; and finally flopped down in the foot of Fives' bed.

Kix examined his wound carefully. While it was nothing worrying, the cut was too long and open –though superficial– to close on it's own; and the medic didn't want to risk leaving it open for all kinds of bacteria to find a home in anyways. Furthermore, soldiers needed to be healed as quick as possible; kaminoans didn't favor long stays at home when so many troopers where needed all around the galaxy to fight the war.

"I'm gonna' have to stich that up, Fives" he pointed out with a sort of finality that didn't left much room to argue.

The ARC-trooper, instead of rolling his eyes in resignment or growing irritated, just shot him a charming smile. Kix guessed that was one of the perks of treating Fives.

"Do as you must, dear doc" he answered in good humour.

Kix quickly prepared the small surgical field he was going to require for the minor intervention. Fives flinched with the first anestesia inyection; though after that he remained surprisingly put and quiet. Kix glanced up at him once or twice, forceps and needle holders in his hands, wondering what was going on in the man's head. In usual circumstances, Fives would have been chatting his ear off. He was unusually pensive.

The medic appreciated the silence, though, so he worked diligently through every stitch until the gash was perfectly closed. He abandoned his instruments and moved onto dressing the wound –first smoothing out a layer of bacta before covering it and protecting it from external agresions–. He sighed, feeling his tense shoulders starting to hurt from the hours of effort, and shot a tiny satisfied smile to Fives.

"All done".

Kix stood up and started to clean and put everything back into place without a minute to waste. Hopefully, it would only be one more extra hour before he'd be able to retire to rest. He was just halfway into the process of leaving the bacta on top of one of the shelves when Fives finally broke down his self-imposed silence; though it did nothing but shock Kix into embarassment.

"Have you gained weight?"

Kix turned around, stunned by the abrupt observation, and inmediately self-consciously pulling down the edge of his shirt when he realised it had ridden up and offered more skin to Fives' eyes than he had intended to.

"I'm perfectly capable of withstanding the physicalities of the battlefield" he snapped, a sharp contrast to Fives curious, almost innocent question.

Fives eyes flickered over his body, taking note of the medic's redenned cheeks and the obvious discomfort on his posture. He was the one who blinked in surprise this time.

"I wasn't questioning it" he inmediately reassured him, voice calm and soothing, ignoring the glances of the few other troopers of the 501st that had yet to abandon the medbay. "I'm perfectly aware you're the best medic on the field, Kix. I wasn't asking it like it's a bad thing".

Kix frowned, feet shuffling in place. All negative thoughts about the changes he had been noticing upon himself were put on hold.

"It's... not?"

For someone who was usually so direct and precise, Fives thought he sounded so unsure.

"No. Our bodies are so similar it just... shocked me, I guess" Fives answered, dare he say, gently. "I actually like it".

Kix huffed.

"Yeah, right, 'cause I'm so much more attractive being fat and all" he mumbled, evidently disagreeing.

Fives would have walked towards him if he didn't think Kix would have screamed at pulling at his stiches so soon after closing them.

"If you're fat Amidala is the ugliest senator in the galaxy" the sarcasm was heavy in his tongue. "Kix, come on... I mean it, really".

The medic wanted nothing more than to believe him; but the insecurities inside his head made that excruciatingly difficult.

"Why?" He plainly asked, just trying to understand the logic behind it, wanting to perhaps understand Fives' point of view so he could see himself that way too.

Fives shrugged, pasting a wide grin on his face. Kix knew that expression well; it was the one the ARC pulled when he was going to be terribly blunt or do something unexpected, almost like a foreseable victory.

"Makes for a better grip. That's all".

That's all. "That's all" is what Fives said when he had all but thrown a very obvious sexual innuendo at Kix after very pointedly taking a look at the changes of his body, grinning at him.

Kix scowled, though his cheeks did nothing but redden further; a sort of warm, tingly embarassment licking up his spine. He resolutely tried to shove the confusing emotions down.

"Get out of my medbay, Fives" he ordered, tone not really agressive anymore.

Fives arched an eyebrow.

"You want me to ruin your impecable work this early?" He asked, a falsely innocent tone colouring his voice.

Kix sighed.

"I'll send a droid for some crutches for you" he muttered, and did his best to completely ignore him while he moved onto the next and last patient.

He tried to ignore the rest of the troopers of the 501st too; and the shamefull tingles of excitement that danced inside of him.

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Just a week after Fives' incident, Kix was uncomfortably tugging at his armour waiting in the line for the barrack's common showers. Where it had once been a tiny bit too big on him, it was a tight fit now; almost digging in at certain places after hours of extenuating misions. He wanted nothing more than to take it off; though he apparently still had a more or less long wait in front of him, judging by the number of troopers ahead of him –even when their water rations lasted barely five minutes at all–.

Finally, Kix made it onto the adyacent locker room; and he quickly divested himself of every plate and pauldron, stacking it up in a practiced way for him to pick it up on the way back to his bunk, bucket on top. As naked as a tubie, he walked towards an empty shower; scanning his wrist on the reader of the wall to start with his water ration. He washed the blood and grim of war methodically off his body; pressing his forehead against the cold tiles and allowing himself to close his eyes and just relax for the last minute or so.

"That's what I call a nice thick ass, Kix!" A voice shouted from one of the adyacent showers.

It was curious how they were all so similar and yet their voices could be so different.

"Shut up, Hardcase!" he bit back in between the 501st' chuckles, a small flush creeping up his neck at the comment.

His ration expired, and Kix wrapped a towel around his waist. He dressed up in his night blacks; gathered his armour, and walked back to the barracks. It felt like glory, laying down on his bunk; clean and tired, finally allowed to decompress and rest, to relax.

"Can I join you?" A low, cautious voice interrupted his half-asleep state a few minutes afterwards.

Kix opened a single eye to take a glance at the trooper; not to find out who he was –he already knew–, but to scan his expresion. His eyes. Kix had always thought Rex and Echo had one of the most expressive eyes of the GAR.

"Sure, vod'ika" he accepted, attempting to move in order to make some space for him.

To his surprise, Echo all but dropped himself on top of him; head inmediately finding a spot right below his ribs, in his abdomen, and feet precariously dangling off the matress. The ARC trooper's hands splayed on both sides of his hips. Kix chuckled in amusement and let him be.

"Comfortable?" He asked, just to make sure, relaxing onto the bed again.

Echo hummed, his lips almost brushing against his stomach.

"Mm. Yeah. Fives told me you were unsure about your shape" Echo quietly mumbled, voice turning sweet and honest. "But you look as good as always, and this just makes you the best person to cuddle with, Kix".

That same burning, exciting shame spread through the trooper's veins. Kix was just glad Echo couldn't see the smile on his reddening face.

THE END.

[trobedgirldads]

Hey, I'm working on my Cooliver fic. Do you have a list of episodes that are best to rewatch to get their personalities and dynamics?

okay first of all i’m honored that you thought to ask me. second of all, i’m sorry i took forever to reply but i realized i didn’t have a list so i put one together lol

the otto motto (s1 e18) is the first time the idea of oliver being gay is mentioned

the walk (s1 e 20) is sooo important for cooper. first time we see his real personality instead of just his cool kid facade. also iirc this is the first appearance of “move on to your next point”

boo-who? (s2 e5) is pretty good for early oliver. it’s got his sass, some insecurities, a touch of scheming and ofc his iconic scream. cooper’s not in it tho.

blondetourage (s2 e11) is so iconic for them. the sneakers, the phone scheme. “i’m already riding bitch on your vespa.”

all coupled up (s2 e17) is their first big fight, so if you’re writing a fight/argument this is a good one. also some good cooper & katie moments.

it’s hard to say goodbye (s2 e19) is another one without cooper, but if you’re writing sad oliver this is such a good reference; he’s really well written and acted in this episode. the cgi tears take me out tho 😭😭

here we go again (s3 e2) has them work through conflicts and like resolve a fight without intervention from katie/greg. i love them <3. absolutely banger episode for each of them individually, and them as a duo.

enemies: an otto story (s3 e4) has a good oliver scheme, and he gets cooper in on it. cooper talking about tagging along to boarding school with him makes me feel things.

trust me (s3 e5) is the absolutely iconic scooby-doo halloween costumes/making out practice episode that every cooliver writer has written about. i think it’s the first time cooper is seriously brought into the whole “oliver might be gay” bit, but i might be wrong about that (i know cooper’s mentioned the first time it’s ever brought up, but i think this is the first time he really seems like a piece of the puzzle)

body image (s3 e6) again, no cooper, but very good for insecure oliver

mo’ money, mo’ problems (s3 e13) is also so iconic in my brain. idk how genuinely important it is to either of their development, but it means a lot to me. i can’t remember who it was, but someone on here posted a really good analysis of cooper in this episode and how he’s lying to try to get oliver to not go to the party, which could be useful depending what you’re writing. also this is the first time cooper calls katie and greg mom and dad :(

insta-friends (s3 e16) is another big fight for them, and also some serious cooper daddy/mommy issues. this one isn’t super helpful for individual oliver, but it’s great for individual cooper and their dynamic when they’re mad at each other

field trippin’ (s3 e20) is a much sillier, fluffier episode than a lot of what i have on this list. silly lil scheme gone wrong. cooper’s really only in the first like half of this one tho

a mom’s parade (s3 e22) ok so hot take i don’t really like this episode that much… you can do you is very queer coded tho so it’s going on the list lol

girls’ night out (s4 e6) is just so awesome. oliver’s really sweet towards the end, and it’s bcuz of cooper. cooliver/triplor double date mention!!! tiny touch of cooper angst. greg implying that cooper holds a similar role in the family to trip. just all of it is so perfectly cooliver. this is one of their best episodes imo

hip to be square (s4 e9) is the i love you episode!!!!!!!!!!!! them fighting and then saying they love each other!!!!!!!!!!! so interesting for their dynamic!!!

a very english scandal (s4 e14) is the one where the whole school thinks oliver is gay. the one time cooper denies being oliver’s boyfriend. overall very gay episode.

all is fair in love and war reenactment (s4 e17) is a good one for them supporting each other, but not enabling each other’s shitty behavior. really good for their dynamic, and cooper’s got some good layers in this episode

senior prank (s4 e18) ohhhhh they’re such big brothers in this one i love it so much. if you wanna write them as parents this might be a decent reference. also, not cooliver related but franklin is just so iconic in this.

vacation! (s4 e19) i’ve said it before and ill say it again: this episode feels more like a cooliver fic than an actual episode. so good for both of them as individuals, their dynamic as a couple, and how cooper fits into the otto family as a whole.

prom (s4 e20) is another one that i think is good for oliver as an individual and their relationship as a pair. also big brother cooper crumbs!! (they’re very small but they’re there and they’re important to me 😌)

graduation (s5 e1) is ofc so good if you’re writing some angst. seeing how they deal with issues involving them that seem out of their control. also more cooper fitting into the family as a whole <3

psych (s5 e2) is really good for later-seasons oliver and his need for validation. also supportive bf cooper :)

coupling (s5 e3) is the episode i show ppl if i want to get them into the show bcuz it gives such a good overview of all of the characters and their relationships with each other. more cooliver fighting if you need references for that. the couple coding in this episode is so intense.

kids these days (s5 e5) is sooooo good for their dynamic bcuz it really shows how they support each other without enabling each other. i love cooper so much in this episode. “our family” <3

mother’s little helper (s5 e6) is pretty good. shows off that no matter how much they’ve grown, they’re still just dumb teenage boys.

encourage, discourage (s5 e8) is soooo good for cooper fitting into the family as a whole.

the heist (s5 e9) chef cooper origin!!!!! oliver being a supportive bf!!! i love them!!!

getting frank with the ottos (s5 e10) is a big turning point in their relationship. once again, supportive bf oliver!! they’re so cute.

the election (s5 e13) i feel like their dynamic is a little bit weird in this episode (oliver’s like weirdly chill abt once again being confronted w the idea of cooper moving, but ig it’s bcuz he has his own stuff going on) but it’s so good for sad cooper/daddy issues cooper. this is definitely a huge one for cooper angst references

okok so this is a really big list. obvs i don’t know what the plot of your fic is or when it’s set, so some of these might be much more helpful than others depending what you’re writing. these are just my suggestions of the ones that stand out as important for them as individuals and as a duo. hope this is helpful!!!! i’m excited to read your fic if/when you post it :)

[cheeriecherrymain]

Hello! I dont know if you do headcanon requests, but if you do, could we get some more of Viktor and his S/O bringing home random stray cats? I love cats and I'm currently trying to bribe the new neighborhood stray to come into my house to join the family <3 tysm

Omg yes! I've done headcanons for other fandoms in the past, so it's been a while but! I'll give it a try lol

Also good luck getting the kitty inside! I wish you the best!

Viktor x Reader (SFW)

-So the first cat you brought home was before you moved in together, a sad, tiny, black and white kitten that you named Pip. Pip is your first cat, and the only cat you have when you and Viktor start dating.

-Pip remains the only cat you have when you and Viktor move in together as well, which is probably good, because he's not used to sharing his living space with others. Pip is the perfect companion though, and she very quickly wins over you boyfriends' heart.

-And then you bring home another cat. A slightly pathetic, skinny, more-crust-than-fur, tabby.

-And Viktor is...not perturbed, exactly. Perplexed, maybe? As to why you chose this little thing of all the other cats on the street.

-But once you explain to him that 'the other cats are relatively healthy', and that 'this one probably wouldn't make it without intervention' his heart softens.

-Especially when he sees how diligent you are in caring for the poor creature; giving it warm baths with moisturizing soaps, carefully scrubbing away the fleas and scabs and lingering odor of sickness.

-It had been used to being on the street, fighting for every meal and always looking for somewhere safe to hunker down to rest; obviously it wouldn't trust people immediately. But when it did come around, Viktor had expected it to attach to you.

-So it's quite a surprise when the two of you are curled up near each other one evening, reading and working on various projects, and the cat suddenly jumps up onto Viktor's lap, curls up into a little loaf, and starts purring.

-You're unable to hide your smile, and Viktor decides to name the cat Bochník. (You laugh when you realize he's basically named the cat 'Loaf Of Bread')

-Bochník ends up being twice the cuddlebug that Pip is, and at first you worry that he'll be lonely when you and your partner are away at work, until you find the two cats curled up together, sleeping, and you realize that they'll be fine if they have each other.

-The third cat you bring home is not brought home by you.

-You arrive to work one morning, expecting to see Viktor and Jayce already nose-deep in blueprints and experiments. But instead you only find Jayce.

-You bid him good morning, and right as you're about to ask if Viktor had stepped out for a moment, he asks you if Viktor isn't feeling good.

-Anxiety squirms in your stomach. Viktor always left before you in the mornings, often heading out before you were even out of bed. But he always made sure to wish you a nice day, with a kiss or two on the cheek - and you distinctly remember waking at the feeling of his lips on your skin.

-You relay all this to Jayce, who also seems moderately worried at the sudden disappearance of his friend, but the both of you decide to wait for a bit. Something may have come up unexpectedly, and he could be attending to it...

-But when lunch rolls around, and there's still no sign of Viktor, you decide to head out. Jayce looks only slightly annoyed that you're jumping to conclusions so quickly, but you know Viktor; more than that, you know that he knows you.

-If something dire had come up, and he didn't show up, he knew that you'd worry - even if he needed to be somewhere, he would have sent a message letting you know. He wouldn't just disappear.

-So you ask around a little bit, tracing your steps all the way back to your shared home.

-You're surprised to find that he's already there, though. His shoes are on the rack, and his coat is on the hook. There's wood burning in the fire stove, and the dim light of a lamp casts long shadows down the hallway, and whispering?

-No, not quite whispering.

-You tiptoe down the main hall, closer to the light and closer to the sound, confused as all hell, only to find...Viktor?

-Viktor, with a bundle in his arms and a tiny bottle in his hand, talking quietly to whatever he had swaddled up-

-"Did you steal a child?" you ask him, very clearly starling him. You stare at each other with wide eyes for several moments.

-"Perhaps," he replies, "If you consider Pip and Bochník to be our children."

-Oh.

-Oh.

-You move quickly and quietly to his side, peering down at the curious little creature in his arms.

-A tiny white kitten, with a single splotch of orange around one eye, suckling happily on the end of the little bottle Viktor holds. So small, you doubt it's older than two or three weeks.

-"I heard her crying on the way to work this morning," he explains. "Someone had thrown her in a dumpster, as if she was...as if..."

-You quickly blink away tears at his implication, but you knew how cruel some people could be.

-You tilt your head slightly, and press a kiss to his temple, and another to his cheek. "How fortunate there are people like you in the world, then," you tell him, giving him one last kiss.

-Then you disappear into the kitchen to start making dinner, knowing full well that he wouldn't have taken his attention off the tiny cat throughout the day - not even to sustain himself.

-The cat grows quickly after that, always getting into mischief, and making a mess of the clean folded laundry you've yet to put away. Chasing shoelaces as you tie them, and hounding your other cats to play.

-You name her Lucky.

[nowis-scales]

What I love about BSC!Ryoma is how he'll fight his father to the death like it's normal but the mere thought of a family intervention sends him absolutely spiraling🤣

I formally apologize in advance for my reply I know this was a joke post but clearly I just have zero self control lol

Well I mean, according to Chapter 1, fighting his father to the death is a nightmare he has on the regular. By the time Revelation hits, he's had the mental preparation, although I definitely headcanon that he hid how not fine he was in what would be the return to camp portion afterwards... and then just let himself feel when he knew he was in private. After all, Sumeragi's second death is the only time Ryoma ever cries in the games. We see him get severely injured, have much of his life's efforts completely destroyed, and believe that two of his younger siblings were killed... but it's only then that he cries, so I feel like that's gotta be a big deal to him.

Meanwhile, talking about his feelings? As a connoisseur of analyzing tiny details...

Removed from this bit for the sake of not having too many images was Hinoka saying "Hoshido needs you to be strong". She goes on to talk about how glad she is he can confide in her... and he responds to that by making a joke to rile her up. A sibling thing, yes, but by the second or third time I read their support, I found myself thinking, "Ooh... that's a bit of a dodge he's doing there, huh?"

And of course there's the infamous support with Takumi vs. the one Leo has with Xander, where Ryoma is considered dismissive because he fails to relate properly. Xander tells Leo his own insecurities freely; Ryoma claims to understand but never shows it. He dodges again, trying to remind Takumi of how smart he is instead. He just doesn't do the whole feelings thing very well.

In the intervention in BSC, he feels he's basically been backed into a corner and forced to admit them. He has the impression that as long as they're angry, there is no point in admitting to them because he doesn't reap any kind of reward from it. Abandonment issues create a very "you're with me or against me" mindset at times, because they can make the person struggle with that nuance. Every fight feels like the world is ending, but every good moment is like the best day ever. He can admit to the feelings, sure, but if it doesn't earn him forgiveness from Corrin and co., who cares? He was still rejected. He wasn't forgiven, and thus he's not loved. He's abandoned again. The fact that Corrin and Hinoka try to reassure him that they still care even if he's hurt them is deeply confusing for him. That's why he assumes it's a trick or a hero complex or a plot to get him off the throne. To him it just can't be both, so he feels like he's basically being toyed with.

Sooooo... TLDR; I feel like Ryoma didn't handle fighting Sumeragi to the death well in private, he's allergic to emotional vulnerability, and I answered like... so many questions you did not ask, especially considering you were just trying to make a joke lol. I am terribly sorry

[abyssmalice]

(a continuation of the other post bc Gotta Ramble About Trees!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! said me, #1 Irminsul Fan Since Day 1 Of This God Damn Game-)

tonitonis vs nahidie vs rhukkie

i hc the difference between the two tonis and Nahida is this:

the two tonis know exactly what they are to Irminsul - they are human-originating, independent branches of the great tree.

due to their initial circumstances of gaining its favor (revival and op powers) in exchange for serving it, Irminsul as the entity views the two as branches of itself. however, technically speaking, the two are not literal parts of Irminsul, more "grafted" with a portion of itself.

Nahida, while being a pure branch of Irminsul, was expressly "cut off" from Irminsul to prevent her from being contaminated from the get-go by forbidden knowledge by Rhukkadevata - and even then, this truth was erased with the retconning of world history, to Nahida "simply having amnesia due to using up all of her powers during the Calamity" rather than being a separate successor.

as such, while Nahida has the abilities to interface with Irminsul much like the two tonis, she is not considered a "part" of Irminsul - both literally and as per the Irminsul etntity. she is her own, essentially very small and independent tree.

as such, Nahida is not bound by Irminsul's rules for itself or its proxies. neither does she have (immediate; she can learn, with time) access to the tree's more esoteric secrets.

now, the difference between the tonis and Rhukkadevata:

Rhukkadevata had similar conditions as the tonis - she was, after all, Irminsul's avatar at the time. to be precise, she was a part of Irminsul's mess of a clusterfuck personality that wanted to and did intervene in the world.

her focus was the betterment of the world - the desire and the hope that Irminsul's power and knowledge could lead to greater happiness and prosperity for the people that carved the history Irminsul watches. the idea that non-intervention, while alright, was the lesser step to take. that it would simply be better to lend its presence to the world that Irminsul, somewhere, surely did love.

in other words, she was a true part of Irminsul - both biologically and to the Irminsul entity - who was given a free pass on ignoring Irminsul's baseline restrictions.

biased? cheating? maybe. lmao. whoever said irminsul was fair and impartial all the way through its long existence, huh? to have a sense of ego means the capability of being egoistic, after all.

nonetheless, Rhukkadevata didn't want to go overboard and just dump every bit of advanced and esoteric knowledge on the world. she truly hoped to encourage the joy and discipline of learning, of the richness of gaining wisdom itself. you could say as such that she was hand-holding humanity as it learnt to walk - helping surely, but ultimately, the effort of standing and putting one foot forward after another was from the people itself. she gave her knowledge (cheat codes) only when the people were truly stumped.

also, on the hypothetical premise rhukka is still around in the same room as the tonis - yes, the tonis are sorta subservient to rhukka in status. not by a whole lot, but still lol

DAINSLEIF THE TWLIGHT SWORD AKA THIS YOUNG MAN THINKS HE'S OLD? LOL HAHA WATCH THIS SAID TINY TONI SLAMMING 100000 YEARS OF KNOWLEDGE INTO THEIR HEAD-

not much info on dainsleif is around currently so this is PURELY 10000% hc and speculation based

specifically, the idea that dainsleif has merged with irminsul in some fashion.

if that's the case, dainsleif is in a very funny position of being Junior Leyline Intern to his senior tonitoni leyline gofers. well in my head he is anyway.

i like to think dainsleif tried to use the leylines to help with his curse, and got cool leyline powers and the ability to observe the world and it's history through it. but this wasn't necessarily bc Irminsul the entity actually determined so - more a case of dainsleif making use of the leylines, much in the same way man figures out how to cook meat with fire, combining whatever man-made or man-learnt knowledge there is towards an advancement.

aka in simpler words dainsleif just did some shit with the leylines and got some stuff out of it on his own. he's not considered a part of Irminsul and is not obligated to serve it.

that said, by being able to peer through the leylines, he's possibly aware of the two tonis and them having some kind of connection to the great tree.

tiny toni the harbingy vs tiny toni the irminsul gofer vs the world

you'd think Irminsul would be more pissed about Tonia being a Harbinger and using her Irminsul-gifted endurance and abilities for what essentially amounts to warmongering with Celestia - but tbh they don't care that much? lol

as previously noted, Irminsul doesn't care if people discover the secrets of the tree and might scientific advancements based on Irminsul - if they get to these things on their own, without Irminsul or its proxies giving away these things themselves.

as such, they will tolerate if civilizations learn to divine knowledge from the leylines and flourish upon the roots - they will tolerate if, say, Abyss Mages tend to take cuttings and sprouts of the tree for elemental usage they otherwise wouldn't have - if third-parties capitalize on the tree and its parts on their own, with their own hands and on their own two feet.

it's why they weren't too bothered when the younger Tonia was taken in by Dottore and experimented on - as long as she didn't say shit herself, didn't give away any knowledge or secrets, they were more or less turning a blind eye. Tonia, after all, is a "branch" of Irminsul. a part of it. that can be studied on, much less like any inanimate part of the tree. she just has the ability to walk and talk and think for herself, which Irminsul was only watching to see if she would leak anything she shouldn't.

callous? certainly. tho, not to say some part of Irminsul wasn't very offended by all of this - surely, some part of it was ragingly upset. remember, they aren't wholly nor perfectly cohesive in terms of having a mind of its own. however, if they were to do anything about it at this point, that would defeat the whole point of putting down a non-interventionist baseline for themselves.

that said, it would seem paradoxical for Irminsul to not care about what happens after - that Tonia had massacred hundreds in her futile jailbreak (one life has so many ripples as is), that she became a Harbinger after and leans on her Irminsul side for her duties. in a sense, it should seem like Irminsul is intervening in the world. she is, after all, paving history with Irminsul's powers.

Irminsul is aware the situation is more complicated for her - Tonia was and is still a young child, only ending up killing all those people due to being mentally out of it from being put through more duress than any normal person would. she was brought forward to the Tsaritsa as a possible tool and as a vulnerable child. none of this occurred with her as a servant and proxy of Irminsul itself.

Tonia's actions and choices that followed were not motivated nor based upon her connections to Irminsul. they were purely due to the girl's personal desires and interests, her human side and not the side that must be devoted to Irminsul.

at the very least, that is the argument that some parts of Irminsul - and her elder counterpart, who holds a fair amount of sway with Irminsul - make for the young girl.

so long as Tonia doesn't cause dramatic changes to the world in her role as Irminsul's servant - not as a person of Teyvat, not as a Harbinger - then fine, they can let things (barely) slide for now.

in any case, the younger Tonia is viewed funnily by Irminsul - as a serving branch at minimum, yes. but she's also considered something of an ineffective branch (has no real will to live, only doing her duties bc she simply has to), and requires putting some resources into being coddled (for the parts of Irminsul that advocate for tiny toni to do whatever she wants bc they don't like feeling regret and also that's a kid!!!! ya stupid heads have some heart and morals!!!!).

[ettaberrytea]

@garakcore This is my favorite topic! I'm vibrating with excitement.

I (respectfully) have a slightly different opinion on the hollosuite scene. I think that it was pretty much the only thing that Ezri did right in that episode because

She chose a private place to talk to Garak (instead of ambushing him publicly in his work and trying to initiate a therapy session. Jeez)

If you're generous about it, she's technically helping him with a safety plan for when he feels suicidal (Next time you feel like jumping out an airlock, come here in stead)

If you're being really, really generous, the scene could count as introducing a tiny bit of mindfulness I guess? They practiced some deep breathing together. I agree that the cliff setting is a touch in bad taste for someone who's suicidal, lol.

In my very subjective opinion, it's not a bad intervention for helping someone calm down who was about to jump out an airlock. It's just that it's step one of so much more that needs to happen. It's frustrating that it seems like Garak isn't actually going to get the therapy that he needs. I think that it's also an interesting plot point in a more complicated story that the writers weren't ready to tell. In order for Garak to start healing from his trauma and addiction, his well-being has to come first, but they're in the middle of a war, and the goal of everyone including his therapist is to make him productive and useful. Garak already hates himself for being anxious and everybody else around him is treating this sober, vulnerable version of himself as an inconvenience. One of the big reasons that people use drugs is to avoid feeling while getting shit done and get through the day. Garak didn't get the years of therapy it would take to deal with the root causes of his anxiety but suddenly he can decode transmissions again. It probably just was bad writing, but I think it makes more sense if he relapsed.

Also, just to expand on the promotion thing, I think that it was 100% in character for Sisko to promote her and it wasn't a bad writing choice. It just was a bad choice for Ezri's progress as a therapist. I love her though. I relate to her too! That scene with her and Garak in the clothing shop felt so painful because I could relate to both of them so hard. It's really hard being young and trying to help somebody who has lived through things you can't even imagine!

Anyways, please don't take any of this as criticism. I'm just trying to nerd out with you. I love Star Trek and social work stuff and god I'm so hyper right now! Also, in writing this, I started feeling angry for Garak like he's my own client. Someone get that Lizard some help please, good god.

Afterimage is one of my favorite DS9 episodes ever and, in my opinion, the most underrated episode featuring Garak. But I have A LOT of problems with it, and they can pretty much be summed up by this reply to someone’s post on the episode. I screenshotted this because I don't want to derail that person's post more than I have already whoops.

But I have a lot of thoughts so here's a rant! below the read more, please mind content warnings for discussions of abuse, substance use, and suicide.

[also, @ettaberrytea , please let me know if you want me to remove the screenshot]

The promotion thing I can live with because it seemed like an inevitable part of her remaining on the station. That seemed like the only likely conclusion of her character for this episode even on my first watch.

But Garak's anxiety and claustrophobia being 'fixed' at the end actually upsets me. There's the obvious 'it's not that easy!'. But also, she did not provide any kind of actual therapeutic technique that would help him here. Which I KNOW is nitpicking but I think given the context, less so.

The big problem for me is a bit more complicated. It's obviously not just 'He doesn't like small spaces'. Even with Afterimage having the most explicit mentions of this part of Tain's abuse, the focus is on claustrophobia. And it just really irks me how Ezri presses him and presses him about it and doesn't try to delve into what seems to be a huge reason behind it. That is, besides 'you blame yourself for this just like how I blame myself for getting space sick', which... I'm gonna be honest felt like a really unfair comparison.

To me, a lot of this doesn't feel on purpose/like she's supposed to be learning still. I will say that her delivery in this reminds me so much of myself in social work classes! I've been there! But especially as the episode continues, it feels more and more like this is supposed to be a huge breakthrough and she's cracked the code and this all makes sense psychologically.

Also, that scene with Garak trying to open the airlock just. Hurts so, so bad for me. It's one of my favorite moments of Garak's character and it hits me really hard.

But the fact that the scene after it is a nice little 'sitting in the holosuite' scene staring at the sunset off a cliff... I just kinda hate that! But I really liked their conversation and Garak saying that it's not really such a large space and none of it is real -- that's one of my favorite moments in Afterimage, actually.

Also I have to say this somewhere, and this is absolutely based on my interpretation only. But that airlock scene felt like Garak being the most explicitly close to suicide we've seen since The Wire. To have him just sitting in a holosuite [on a cliffside no less] isn't a great followup to that, even setting aside my interpretation. And to kinda respond to the reply I screenshotted above, I feel like it's not such a stretch that he relapsed.

I think Ezri is a great character and like I said, this is one of my favorite DS9 episodes! But I've never talked about this in detail and wanted to put it out there.

Reminder that this is just my opinion, and if you have a different take on this episode, I'd love to hear it!

[thehistoriangirl]

Hi how are you ? Can you please write an imagine with Jayce where he is in love with another councilor but who is quite different from the others, she is very intelligent she spends a lot of time reading, she is quite shy so she doesn’t speak much but every time she does it it’s to make a very specific remark that people hadn’t necessarily thought of

Hello! I'm fine, thank you <3 I hope you're alright too

Sorry I took a while. I was Googling what an imagine is (because I'm a boomer's soul), but I'm very bad at condensing information, so I made a fic aaand... I went a lil bit overboard.

It's my first request so I hope you like it :) [also warning because the title is terrible 💀💀 ]

Taciturn Artifice

Jayce x Fem!Reader----2.2K----SFW but a bit suggestive at the end

Tags: Crushes| Fluff| Canon divergence| I tried to make Reader as smart as my IQ makes it possible | Use of y/n| This is the most wholesome fic I've written lol|

Jayce saw you for the first time in his trial. It would have been a lie, however, to say he noticed you right away. In the dark room, his attention was focused on Councilor Medarda, his former role model, Professor Heimerdinger, and his patron, Councilor Kiramman. However, his eyes were driven to the figure leaning against her elbows, checking the papers in front of her with the dim light that framed him when you said, with a firm, as-a-matter-of-fact tone:

“I don’t consider banishment to be an appropriate punishment. Unless you wish to inflict a domino effect into every young inventor enrolled in the Academy that got an inclination for the unconventional.” She wasn't looking at any Councilor, nor the public, even if the rest were suddenly surprised by her intervention. "From what I understand, the accident that occurred in the Kiramman’s atelier wasn't caused directly by him. What drives us to assume we wouldn't be aware of his experimentations until…" her voice faded while she looked at the papers, "Mr. Talis, could present his breakthrough.”

“I don’t understand where you want to go with that argument, Councilor.”

You sighed, facing the Councilor that interrupted. "What I mean is that his experiments weren't dangerous until now. It was an accident. Banish him would only threaten other inventors in their desires to create something that could change radically the technological progress in our city.”

Jayce saw Mel press her eyebrows together slightly, considering your words.

“We can’t let this matter pass. Piltover was founded to escape the warmongering of mages.”

You shrugged. “We’re not Demacia." Did he hear you mumble that? Perhaps he was hearing things.

But you didn’t say anything out loud again before the Council voted for him to be expelled from the Academy or be banished, with your hand raised at last deciding his fate to a not-so-grim end.

Only when the trial ended, and Jayce was free to go with his mother, did you dare to look at him with dropped eyes and lips tighten on a fine line. Was that... sadness?

When he was leaving, he heard you saying: “Please evacuate the room, the trial is over. We call a private meeting with the Sheriff.”

Hours later, Mel Medarda and you discovered both Viktor and Jayce sneaking inside Heimerdinger’s lab. After Mel left to distract the guard, you lingered for just a few seconds.

“Good luck,” you muttered, voice cold and breathy. “You’re going to need it.”

After the breakthrough, with the blue light emanating from the laboratory, and even despite him floating in the air, the sight of your absence in such an important event made him feel like a tiny weight established inside his chest.

*~*~*~*

It was a long time before he could meet you again, even if sometimes Mel Medarda talked about you. Hextech was sponsored mainly by her, but sometimes your name was scribbled in the paperwork Jayce revised during lunchtime.

Jayce used the times Viktor and he were called to Council meetings to answer questions about prototypes and progress in Hextech to learn more about your reserved behavior. A notebook, scattered papers, or a book always was in front of your seat at the Council. In most of them you kept quiet until another Councilor—Mel Medarda, usually—asked you a question or your insight.

Only through her, Cassandra Kiramman, and Heimerdinger he could be familiar with a partial image of your life. You were the daughter of a merchant family lineage, just like Mel, you were designated to protect and enhance the family's fortune through sponsorships of new inventions and new commercial deals. But part of your fortune was poured into independent, personal research.

You were elected as a Councilor despite your young age because of your quick wit. Mel allied with you because both complemented perfectly. She, with her outspoken, charming personality convinced almost everybody in the room. You were her magic card, ending arguments with sharp ideas enveloped in a soft, distant voice.

“When you're a quiet person, the weight of your words becomes heavier once you said them," Mel confessed Jayce once. “Even if y/n doesn’t talk that much, when she does, everyone must listen, because she’s about to say something relevant.”

Every time he saw you again, he found himself waiting for you to speak. So, he began to pick on Mel's trick and ask you directly.

Jayce was waiting for the Councilors to leave the main room outside the hall, seeing you were ordering several pages covering your seat at the roundish meeting table. When you went out into the corridor, Jayce straightened his spine and approached you.

“Hello, Councilor. I was wondering if you could give me your insight about an urgent matter? I would appreciate it." The sudden attention made your eyes widen as if you never thought he would ask you something. He found it cute.

“Me?” He nodded, and you squeezed harder the papers in your hands. “If you wish to, then alright.”

“Professor Heimerdinger said it isn't safe to show the new prototypes of Hextech this Progress Day. He thinks it's necessary to wait more time to present them to the public, but I think we can solve the safety problem before Progress Day.”

“And?” you asked, peeking at how his hands flew, gesturing while talking.

“Do you mind if I ask you to see the prototypes and give us feedback? I think a second opinion would be highly desired.”

You blinked. “I didn’t enroll at the Academy. I’m afraid to say that I’m no expert in the matter.”

“Much better, then. You don’t have a bias that could sometimes cloud judgment."

You didn’t say anything during some seconds in which Jayce thought you were hearing his frenetic heartbeat in the middle of the empty hallway.

“Let’s go.”

In the lab, a doubtful Viktor and an overexcited Jayce gave you the same speech they prepared for Heimerdinger. When it was over, you tilted your head slightly, simply saying: “Why not put a lock in them?"

“Pardon?”

“Yes. The problem is that the gemstone could be used to power any artifact that could use a specific combination of runes. But if you built a closure spell within the runes that made the artifact work, then the gemstone could not be extracted, avoiding any misuse.”

Both scientists looked at each other, bobbing their heads, hands extended, and speechless.

“Well, I hope my insight was helpful.” You were already walking towards the door, with Jayce following close. “Have a good afternoon.”

"W-wait!" he called out, making you freeze at the door’s threshold. “I’m indebted to you. With these changes, Heimerdinger may allow us to present them to the public sooner than we first thought." He paused, which made you look at him with curiosity.

"I hope so, you both worked hard on those inventions. You deserve it."

“I… wanted to thank you for asking you out for dinner, perhaps?" He had his fingers interlaced tightly against his stomach.

The most minuscule of the smiles curved your lips.

“Maybe another day, when you finish fixing your prototypes first." With that, you turned and began to walk away.

*~*~*~*

When he became Councilor, the first thing that came to mind was that he would be able to spend more time with you. He made a list of things he could ask you about politics so you two could reunite every other afternoon and review some laws, consult some trials, and learn what a Councilor was supposed to do.

The days became weeks, and then a couple of months. Jayce grew familiar with your presence, chatting lazily when the rest of the Councilors were yet to arrive or were already left. You were much more outspoken alone, especially in the commodity of your home. Because that was where you spent most of your time. After you asked Jayce to have your scheduled reunions in there, he thought his blush would give away the feelings he tried to hide for the sake of not scaring you off, but you were focused on gathering your belongings to notice.

From that day on, Jayce showed up uninvited to your house, but surprisingly, you didn’t mind. Even if some days later, when Jayce mentioned it talking with Mel, she said that you preferred that any visit should be notified at least days prior.

The Councilor looked amused. “Make sure to assist to the party tomorrow, then. We will be celebrating Councilor y/n’s birthday. And I assume you don’t want to overlook this… opportunity.”

Jayce stood there with his eyes wide open. Was it that obvious?

There was no need to make such a fuss anyway. Jayce was already a ball of nervousness when he entered the reception hall in Mel Medarda’s house, an apartment that occupied the complete floor of one of the highest buildings in the city. When Jayce arrived, people were gathered in the place, talking and dancing around the open balcony. Fine liquor flowed freely in fancy glasses, he noted glances of shining gold and silver over the setting sun that painted the room red.

But where were you?

Scanning the room, he concluded that there were many people here for you to be comfortable. Jayce approached Mel, that was talking in a corner with Elora, her assistant, and right hand.

"Mel, Elora." He bowed. "By any chance, do you know where is Councilor y/n? I thought she would be here, but…”

“Ah, Jayce. You arrived a little late. She got tired of shaking hands and chatting, I believe she’s in the living room relaxing for a moment.” She looked at her companion. “Elora, could you lead him there, please?”

Such room was located in the heart of the apartment, far away from the chatter and music that in the vaulted alcove was a fading echo. It was filled with shelves containing books and other curiosities. An off chimney faced a pair of sofas and a table. You were occupying the largest couch, laying face up.

It looked as if you were napping. He was about to turn away when you said his name with a sleepy voice.

“Ah, I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“You don’t have to be.” You incorporated, patting the seat next to you for him to sit. “I was hoping Mel could send you here. I thought you wouldn’t come.”

“Of course, I would come! I wouldn’t miss your birthday.” Jayce’s cheeks were covered in a deep red while he was searching for something inside his pockets. “And speaking of, this is for you.”

It was a little wooden box, so little it would fit in his right hand. He opened with such care it seemed it was made with glass instead. Inside, a single necklace was wrapped gently in velvet.

Jayce looked at your eyes squint at the borders, such a wide smile parted your lips that he felt his heart flutter. "Do you like it?"

"You made it don't you?" Your fingers caressed the cold metal against your fingers when you picked it up. “I’ve never seen a design like this.”

“Yes… it’s a little sloppy—”

“No, not at all.” You chuckled. “It’s perfect, thank you. Can you… help me put it on?”

You were so close, and yet it wasn’t as intimate as when Jayce got even closer, his broad shoulders brushing yours as you pulled your hair to expose your neck. Even if the fireplace was off, the room felt on fire. His fingers were light against your neck, their texture rough for his inventor’s side, and his face was too close that you could feel his agitated breaths moving your hair.

He didn’t get to lock the necklace before you were inclined to him. But Jayce reacted quickly, with one of his hands holding your neck while the other reached for your cheek.

The necklace fell into your clothing neckline, and the cold metal sent shivers down your spine, chills that were augmented exponentially by Jayce’s lips against yours, his tongue gently asking you to part your lips to let him in.

Grasping him by the collar, you complied. Surprised by your action, he moaned against your mouth. His hands began to descend at the same time as yours.

After some moments, a pair of heels clicked against the marble floor, making their way to the living room. You pushed him away, trying to fix the wrinkles in his suit and to pretend your clothing was in a better state. You also had to accommodate the fallen necklace, so you took it from your chest and into your palms.

Mel was at the door, an empty glass in her hands. “It’s time for the toast.”

“Yes, it is.” Your legs shook a little when you took the first couple of steps. Looking back, Jayce was glued to the couch, eyes lost somewhere in the last minutes. Laughing, you passed alongside Mel. "I'll see you later, Jayce. You still have to give my gift.”

Mel gave them a raised brow, but she didn’t say anything while she took the lead, guiding you to the main hall. Jayce furrowed, but next to him was the necklace.

Trying to suppress a snort, he took it and put it inside his pocket, eager to have another opportunity he was about to take full advantage of.

[clownpi]

Hey Clown, I've got an idea!

So, instead of Powder going with Silco at the end of act 1, she just books it away from everyone, like she just runs till her feet have blisters, she can hardly breath and her legs give out. Powder basically ran all the way to the outskirts of Zaun and she passes tfuck out as you do.

Powder wakes up to be in this small camp that seems to be something of magic and nursed back to health, and guess who helped her out. Bard on request from Janna (Another divine intervention au, my beloved)

I was reading up on Bard lore and saw that he saves people not because they are in danger but because they are important to the world in some way and Powder’s destiny is to free Zaun and Bard being a god that focuses on the bigger picture would definitely save Powder.

Bard being a god with a bigger picture approach doesn't want to baby Powder, so instead to make sure she survives to fulfil her disterny,(Bard is the definition of divine intervention, saves your ass and you blink and he's gone) he gives her some stuff to help her survive out in the wilds (not to sure what he give her, but its stuff you need for these things)

So Powder with her destiny set and no Silco to fuck her up in the head more than she already was, sets out into the wild with a few godly presents keeping a keen eye on her

I'm not sure where Powder’s mental state would be in this due to not having Silco be around her and the state of Zaun being part of her day to day life.

In this au I also want her to somehow be friends with Fiddlesticks, like Janna is like “Powder is a very small child, and I can't really help her too much on her journey coz i dont have much worship, but I could give her a companion that will keep her safe” Looks at the fear demon eating people in Demacia’s countryside “Ah yes. The perfect companion” And Janna just scopes them up and basically threatens them to keep Powder safe or she’ll yeet him into a maze game with Zoe.

So we have this tiny traumatised child that has the gods looking out for her and her best friend, a terrifying unholy fear demon that kills without remorse as our focus.

The thing is, Fiddlesticks actually somehow cares for Powder and is very soft for her, (best Dad Fiddlesticks)

This is also very funny considering that Powder has to go back to Zaun and split the two cities and this 5 foot 3 blue haired teen just rolls up back in Zaun after everyone thinks shes dead with a fucking demon and his murder of crows as her companions, with saying, “Janna sent me here to kick piltover’s ass and get us indpendanse, dont get in my way!” and Fiddlesticks is just leaning over her giving everyone who opposes her a death glare.

Whatcha think?

I like Fiddle getting more love, reminds me I still have to work on that Jinx/Fiddle Soulmates/Reincarnation Fic...

It's a bit hard to fit Fiddle into the role of protector or being soft with anyone just based on how he's written (though canon lore has never stopped me from getting what I want). Though I could see a way of making it working being Bard giving Powder the missing Key that was stolen by Zoe.

She'd have no idea why he gave her this key or what to do with it, Bard just dumps her in the Demacian countryside with an "lol, good luck." He wouldn't care to explain because he already knows she'll be fine, so Janna steps in (in a huge huff about his poor care).

Janna could be the one to give her cryptic messages of what to do with the key. Like "Don't let fear consume you, let the key guide you to where it's meant to be."

Something could happen when Powder puts the key where it should be (maybe connected to the cage?), but it would be after fighting a whole bunch of trauma inducing 'fun' from Fiddle. They wouldn't be going all out for the simple fact she has the key and Fiddle wants it.

Does make me curious as to what Zaun Fiddle would look like, I assume more mechanical like his Praetorian skin? Their main body is made up of whatever garbage they find lying around.

Would actually laugh if they end up killing Silco and Powder just steals his jacket to give to Fiddle, like "Look Fiddle, a new coat!" as Silco bleeds out.

No idea how the fic would progress tho, but it's a fun idea!

[blaiddfailcam]

Funnily enough, I'd written a tiny bit more on the matter before posting, but decided it was a bit too much information and that it deviated from my focus lol. It is a topic I like to ponder, so I'm glad you pointed it out!

Tbh, the way I interpreted it, Iji might have had Darriwil locked in the evergaol to have Blaidd hunt for him, but not necessarily to kill him. There's this subtle characterization that Iji, despite being Ranni's war counselor, is actually terrified by the implications of Ranni realizing her ambition that I find fascinating, and I wondered if instead of stopping Ranni, he was secretly trying to delay their progress.

Helm fashioned from a crystal looking-glass, said to have never left War Counselor Iji's head. Easily broken and weak against striking attacks. Worn by those committed to high treason, it wards off the intervention of the Greater Will and its vassal Fingers. Iji was afraid. Terrified of his own treachery.

I started to think that, since Blaidd had been tasked with finding the Fingerslayer Blade, Iji used Darriwil—and perhaps other "traitors" before him—to distract Blaidd for a time. (It's not like Darriwil can speak on his own behalf, lol.) After unlocking the path to Nokron, Iji lures Blaidd back to the evergaol with another target, but seals him inside, knowing he was fated to turn should he proceed in his duty.

In fact, Iji claims to be an acute judge of character, yet upon meeting the Tarnished, he sternly warns them to steer clear from Caria Manor, despite knowing they might be crucial to Ranni's actuation. It makes me wonder all the more whether Iji was truly that oblivious, or if he actually had interpreted the Tarnished's potential correctly and was secretly attempting to prevent them from joining Ranni's company.

As sappy as it sounds, I attribute this to Iji's wistful memories of Ranni and Blaidd's childhood, when he served as a sort of surrogate father. I can imagine it must have been dismal for him to want to help Ranni be free from her prescribed destiny, while recognizing the path would lead only to a tragic end for him and his "children." After all, Ranni fully recognized her ambition would lead her "into fear, doubt, and loneliness," perhaps not dissimilar to the despair that engulfed the Eternal City long ago. (Iji's sentimentality is also an interesting parallel to Hewg and his newfound role as a paternal figure for Roderika, and surrogate parental bonds are surprisingly common in the game, often informing the characters' motives.)

It's still a bit nonsensical that Blaidd would have had that much trouble finding Darriwil while never questioning why he had been locked up, but at that point, I figure the narrative might have had to bend for the sake of quest progression. And besides, Blaidd is... not exactly the brightest bulb, lmao. He's meant to be unyieldingly obedient, not to question allegations.

Loyalty is a prominent theme in Elden Ring, and Blaidd and Iji seem to represent two very different takes on what it means. Whereas Blaidd determines to serve Ranni in spite of his fate, Iji's loyalties are to the preservation of his companions—even if he has to stifle their ambitions to protect them.

I'm probably getting too poetic tho lol

....wait. I just realized. If Maliketh is more of a giant beastman with a wolf's head, whereas Blaidd is markedly more human, lacking a tail (and maybe??? body fur? at least according to his cape's description)... might Blaidd actually be "tailored" from the body of a Bloodhound knight?????

Of course, Bloodhound knights are rather disfigured, and congenitally so—they lack the ability to speak, crawling like beasts owing to their bow-bent legs. While Blaidd is capable of speech and bipedal movement, his combat style is a bit of a mix of Bloodhound and beastman maneuvers, at which point his "voice" is overridden by wolf-like growling and barking. (Also, his gams are uh, noticeably Artorias-like, particularly about his pencil-thin calves, lol.)

The other peculiarity is that Bloodhound knights seem to obey the Carians and their descendants, with the exception of Darriwil, who Blaidd is ordered to exterminate as a traitor. Moreover, their armor is quietly reminiscent of the beastmen's, albeit more advanced for the sake of the times, and their "three-legged" stance is notably similar to Maliketh's.

What the fuck

[1kook]

dreamy

—pjm x (f) reader

summary; You try to not let it get to you, but Jimin is so cool and you want him to be your boyfriend so bad. warnings; ANGST lol, fwb, reader is very :(( rating; mature (18+) bc tiny smut lol  misc; small smut scene, a happy ending <3 wc; 2.5k

notes; i have to post on #JIMIN’s bday or else i cannot live with myself anyway here’s me trying to fit an entire novella plot line in less than 5k words clap for me except maybe don't bc its not proofread anyway hbd jimin <3

Jimin is a nice guy, but you doubt he’d make a nice boyfriend. He fucks you hard and fast, just as you like, but hardly goes out of his way to sprinkle in any other requests. He’s got a one track mind, doesn’t dwell too long on what you say or how you’re feeling. Doesn’t matter because he’s just supposed to be a fuck buddy, the hot guy you met at a party, so you don’t let it phase you. But, well. Jimin is dreamy.

Sometimes he holds your hand while he eats you out and it sends your thoughts into a frenzy, makes your heart pound a little too fast to brush it off as just arousal. He’s got this gorgeous smile, plush lips framing pearly teeth, and when he flashes it your way, it makes your knees weak. Tells you you’re pretty when he picks you up from class, always holds your hand on the way to his place for your routine fuck. Cute and nice like an angel, but just like an angel, he hardly gives a shit about anyone’s feelings but his own.

He laughs when you ask him to hang out that weekend.

“What, like a date?” he snorts, bare chest glistening from his post-fuck exertion. You're pressed against his side now, circling his pretty brown nipple with your finger. “That’s corny.”

You try to not let it get to you, but Jimin is so cool and you want him to be your boyfriend so bad. “Yeah, silly right,” you murmur, ear pressed to his heart. It’s calming and soothing, a slow thrum that contrasts with your own racing heart.

He’s not one for dates or for romantic things like that. But neither is he some player, a cheater, a two-timer. You can count the number of times he’s slept with someone who wasn’t you in your weird fuck buddy relationship, and all four of those had been when you first started sleeping together and only when you had been out of town. You’re no saint either, so you try to understand. He was just horny, liked getting his dick wet, and sometimes he couldn’t wait for you. Understandable, you tell yourself, but your heart hurts a little bit when he begins snoring without really answering your question.

See the thing is, you really like Jimin. It’s been a little over a year now since you’ve met, so you’ve had plenty of time to learn all about him. He doesn’t like pancakes for breakfast, prefers them for lunch actually, and laughs when you tell him that’s weird. He’s got this really dorky laugh, something between a bell and a whistle— it depends on the situation. Sometimes, Jimin likes when you play with his hair, and other times he doesn’t. He’s a sweet boy, you know he is, so why won’t he settle down?

You hate to attribute it to some past trauma, some “my girlfriend broke my heart when I was seventeen” mess, but the more time that passes you begin to believe it’s true. Jimin was a tough nut to crack, and the longer this drags on, the longer he ignores your feelings, you begin to doubt you will ever see them fulfilled.

Maybe you should end this now before it’s too late.

You don’t stay for breakfast the next morning, simply kiss him goodbye at the door like always. He’s older than you, about two years, so he doesn’t go to school anymore, just chills at home all weekend. “I’ll see you soon?” he grins, low-lidded eyes tracking the movement of your mouth as you bid him adieu. You never give him a solid response, figure a guy like Jimin will forget about you soon enough.

Then, suddenly, it’s been two weeks and he doesn’t reach out. Yeah it hurts, but it’s better than having confessed to him and losing him all at once. You’d rather this ending than the one where he terribly rejects you, breaks your heart into a million pieces, and throws you away. Still, it hurts.

Jimin was so cool. He was smart and confident, had a snappy sort of attitude that he liked to use now and then. He could be mean in bed, lick your cunt until you cried and call you a stupid girl when he wanted to. But that same tongue had snapped at a guy who was trying to pressure you into bed with him at a party. That first night you met, where you had sillily followed him home after his dashing intervention, you had thought it would be nothing more. Just a fling, just a fuck.

But then he was in your bed and in your head, twinkling eyes and cocky grin trailing after you everyday. He was so pretty and so suave, made you feel good even when he was being mean. But you suppose most cocky men like Jimin are like that. They know they don’t disappoint, even when they’re not really trying.

Jimin doesn’t call or text. You don’t see his car pull up outside your campus anymore. He’s gone and that’s that. You cry a little (see: a lot) and pretend you’re over him. You definitely don’t think about his soft laughter or his hands on your chest. Nope.

So that ends.

Or so you think.

Your friends say you’re mopey and sad, too down for someone who wasn’t even your boyfriend. It’s true, which sucks, but they honor your admittance by taking you out to a bar that night. It’s supposed to be chill and relaxing, just some drinks with the girls to soothe your aching heart. But the name of the bar reminds you of something, of someone you can’t reach anymore, and you don’t even know why. You’ve never been here before, never even knew this place existed. But everything about it brings you back to Jimin, like you’re in his space now, and you’re unsure why.

It reminds you of his laugh, his smile, to the point you swear you can hear it, right beside you, down the bar, to your left—

He waves.

There’s this look he used to give you every time he picked you up from your last class, this mix between adoration and lust that made your skin tingle with excitement. It’s not there now, in fact, it’s replaced with the complete opposite. It’s, like, the meanest look he can muster, something akin to a scowl. He smiles, but it’s so plastic-y and fake, it makes your head hurt. He’s so obviously unimpressed with you, probably because you ghosted him before he could ghost you. Maybe his pride is hurt and looking at you grosses him out. Maybe he just hates you.

Either way, eleven pm rolls around and you’re crying in the bathroom. Your friends are out on the floor having fun and singing karaoke. They think you’ve gone inside because you got your period, because that’s what you’ve told them. You don’t know how to explain that your ex who isn’t really your ex is out there looking at you like you’re a piece of gum stuck under his shoe. They’ve never even met Jimin. Why? Because he wasn’t your boyfriend. Who meets their friend’s fuck buddy? No one.

You sniffle, press a balled up tissue against your eyes in a feeble attempt to save your makeup. The bar isn’t that small, but neither is it huge. There’s only a few bathrooms in the back, and you’ve been hogging one of them for some time now. Someone knocks on the door, and you don’t even get the chance to ward them off before the crappy knob jingles and the door bursts open.

“Come on,” he grumbles, “you’re not the only one who’s gotta piss—“

He pauses, meets your eye through the mirror in surprise. “I’m sorry,” you blubber, hurriedly washing your hands in an effort to avoid his gaze. Jimin lingers at the door, which has long since fallen shut, and watches you with the eyes of a hawk. Your hands tremble and shake, fumble over the towel dispenser three times before you’re hastily making your escape. “Sorry,” you mutter again, head downcast as you move around him for the door.

Just as it cracks open, the music from outside filtering in, he slams it shut with a flat palm. You flinch, close in on yourself as he steps behind you. “What’re you doing here, doll?” he murmurs, deep yet careful. Tentative. “You don’t like bars.”

You know you don’t like bars. You didn’t know he knew that. “I’m with some friends,” you explain, jump when a hand touches your shoulder. “I— I’ll leave soon.”

A second attempt for the door is thwarted by Jimin. “Don’t,” he startles, breath heavy against your ear. “Don’t leave again…” he sighs, forehead against your shoulder. And then, quietly, “why did you leave me?”

Your heart syncs up with the music outside, thunders in your ears as you purse your lips. You don’t want to talk about it now, don’t want to confess to these emotions that drown you. Especially not when he’ll never understand nor will he ever care. It’s best to leave it as is, you convince yourself, slowly shrugging him off.

“We don’t want the same things,” you reply, eyes burning with the need to cry like a baby. But it’ll weaken your argument, make you look like the sentimental girl you know he won’t like. “It wouldn’t work anyway.”

The hand on your shoulder jerks you around, makes a gasp catch in your throat when he crowds you against the door. He’s got that same glare on from before, the one he had sent you across the bar earlier, and it makes your lower lip tremble when it’s this close. “You never asked me what I wanted,” he hisses.

It is then that you realize it isn't anger or disgust, but frustration that paints his features. It’s pure, unadulterated confusion and distress on his pretty face, furrowed brows and narrowed eyes pointed your way. You don’t know what it means, don’t know what he wants. “I,” you choke, weakly covering your face with your hand before he can see you crumble. “I just wanted you.”

Jimin deflates, steps closer until his body is pressed against yours, hands on your shoulders. “And you have me, doll,” he murmurs, bumps his nose against yours. “Always have.”

You shake your head, choke on a sob that bubbles up your throat. “No, not like that,” you stress, losing yourself in the emotions you spent so much time bottling up. “I wanted more.”

Jimin shushes you, guides your head into the crook of his neck where you paint his skin in dark mascara tears. “Is this about the date?” he sighs, patting your head gently.

“It’s more than just the date,” you cry, fists curling into the material of his shirt until it rumples beyond repair. He doesn’t understand.

Jimin nods, let’s you cry and sob until you’re feeling better and someone else is pounding at the door, yelling at you two to get a proper room. You don’t want a room, you only want his heart. 

He takes you home again, helps you out of your shoes at the door because you’re still sensitive and quiver like a leaf when you walk. His bedroom is familiar, smells like him and his detergent. You miss it so much, want to savor it once more. Something in your gut says this is the last time, this is just Jimin getting one last fuck out of you before he really abandons you.

So you cry when he sits down on the edge of the bed. He hasn’t even said anything, hasn’t even taken his socks off yet, but you’re already a mess.

And of course he’s there to catch you, tugs you between his legs to look up at you as if you’ve hung the stars in the sky. “Don’t cry,” he whispers, reaching up to brush away your tears. But it’s not your fault that he looks like that right before he’s going to break your heart.

He’s so cool, even when you’re falling apart in his hands. “You don’t want me,” you sniffle, let him guide you onto his lap. “You just want to fuck and that’s it.”

Jimin leans his forehead against yours, warm breath washing over your skin. “I never said that,” he murmurs. “We’ve been over this.”

You huff. “Well you never said you did either,” you snap, rubbing at your eyes.

You cry and cry some more, until your sobs subside and you’re left with the hiccups afterwards. Jimin maneuvers you beside him, lets your hair spill across the sheets as he lays you down. They smell just like him, make your head spin when he kisses your cheek softly. “I want you,” he confesses. “I want this.”

You shake your head vehemently. “No, you don’t,” you sniff, but you’re not so sure. It’s what you’ve been telling yourself for the longest. Hearing him say otherwise sounds weird, even if he’s saying what you want to hear. “You don’t.”

Jimin catches your hand in his, pins it to the mattress. “I want you to be mine,” he adds, swallows your cries of denial with his lips. He kisses softly, and for the first time, it feels like he’s paying attention to you. Not your body or your lust, but your heart. “Had me feeling like shit when you didn’t come back. Like I lost something big.”

You still cry when he kisses down your neck, over your chest. His hands pull your clothes off, carefully like you’re a present for him to unwrap. Those plush lips you love so much drown you in kisses, over your tummy and your mound, until they’re buried between your cunt. “You’re mine,” he husks out, hand entwined with yours.

His eyes are dark from down there, long lashes blinking up at you as he dips his tongue in the places you crave him most. It brings you to a shuddering end, has you whimpering his name into the empty air until your toes are curling and you’re coming against his mouth. Jimin has never shied away from you, and doesn’t know, sits up with a hazy look in his eyes as he wipes his face with the back of his hand.

Jimin wastes no time undressing, pushes off that sexy jacket until his lithe body is coming into view, thick thighs and lean abdomen. He slides right into you, holds your knees to your chest as he fucks you like never before. It’s slow and sensual, makes you shiver when he says your name in that low register of his. “Don’t leave again,” he whimpers, cock throbbing between your walls. He’s desperate today, ruts like you’ll slip right between his fingertips. It’s funny because you're the same way, clinging onto his shoulders until you’re practically glued together.

You come and so does Jimin. He pants against your ear, feels so warm and heavy on top of you. He doesn’t say much more that night, just plays with your hair. But he asks you on a date, mentions something about a carnival. “Yes,” you respond right away, because, well.

Jimin was dreamy. Maybe he’d be a good boyfriend.

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[carry-on-my-wayward-butt]

something tells me i would have gone into labor sometime next week even if i wasnt being induced monday. im having 1-3 contractions every hourish, inner cramping, my tiddies r finally leaking a tiny bit, my waddles are getting waddlier, bebbie seems to be conserving energy lately, im sure my body would have gotten things going without intervention.

but also im accepting the intervention lol im not gonna jinx anything by assuming so its fucking go time im DONE with this shit.

[puppetmaster13u]

Just realized this was in my drafts and not queued or reblogged lol.

Honestly yeah, the Ennead definitely just... relax. Lets themself feel the wind on their faces, sun on their scales, everything that for the last three-hundred years they've missed. If it's not been even longer.

And Klarion? He's totally fine with this, because the giant potentially world-ending threat just disappearing? Like you said, that's going to cause Chaos all on its own. And with him? Oh yeah, he's giggling so much while cradled against warm scales-fur-feathers-starlight-energy. And maybe the Ennead is just a... tiny bit overprotective of this tiny chaos lord. Could anyone blame them? They've seen so many beings destroyed- ended- for simply following their nature, unable to do anything in that damn tank. So if they don't care for laws or the complaints of mortals who do not understand that their intervention towards things they do not know only causes destruction. They do not care for the beings who tried to steal their memories of their loved ones, their family and friends and home. Who used their own life force to fuel their weapons to end others, smaller, younger of their kind. They could not care less as long as balance is not destroyed.

Though yeah, the heroes? Not pleased at all. Kind of scrambling actually. Really scrambling. This? Potentially worse than even Waller's shit, even with half the servers destroyed by the Hydras rampage. And at first? They thought it was maybe a summoning gone wrong, some sort of portal opening, anything similar to that. But the cage? The tank, the pit with literal acid and entire silos full of blood going back years? That suddenly paints a much more horrific scenario.

Prompt 232

Once more thinkin of These Series of AU/Prompts, where the Class pulls a Tiamat. Becomes Giant Hydra Dragon. But with some inspiration from @radiance1's Blob King AUs. Specifically also the dragon ones.

Now, the nine of them are admittedly far older than they once were. Far older than most of the people outside the cage they were tricked into all those years before, exhaustion seeping into their bones as their ectoplasm was siphoned away.

Yet no matter how much the GIW drains away- if they're even called as such anymore- they never run out. If anything, at least from what they've noticed, unable to do much of anything else in this pit, this tank of green and red, they seem to be making more.

Their recollection of being separate, of having separate bodies have long since slipped away in exchange for keeping memories of their families and friends long gone now. Perhaps they're in the zone, as ghosts, but perhaps not.

Days feel like both seconds and years, words falling away as their Core hums as one. Sometimes a Blob ghost manages to find its way inside- the trap designed not to stop things from getting in, but to prevent them from leaving.

They always disappear whenever the ecto is taken away, not having enough to continue holding on to a physical form. But... the blobs don't stay gone. Their own ecto brings them back, tiny forms almost mimicking their own.

It's something to distract them, something to actually do besides growl at the figures beyond the barriers around them. The blobs don't speak, don't make more than squeaks, but it's something. Almost like dozens of toddlers floating around, becoming more and more draconic in shape with every siphon.

Do their captors realize, they wonder, how they've made them all stronger than they were even before? Do they realize what they've done, creating this loop of ever-growing power?

No, Star giggled, pink and gold scales shimmering as she bobbed her head in amusement, Paulina's darker purples following.

They don't know, Wes agreed, dark amusement echoed by both Sam and Dash, fangs flashing amidst the liquid. The trap would not be able to contain them for much longer, they all knew. They could feel it, how the siphon stuttered with every run.

It wouldn't be long now. They had waited three hundred years for the chance to escape- they could wait for a few days more.

...

Though they won't complain about an early prison break if those alarms are anything to go by.

[random-french-girl]

Okey so I don't know the name of the friendship thing you do, maybe BroTP game or whatever that's called.

Also I don't know the rules (sorry, I'm not American and English is not my native language) But I loved Scylla x Tally one so can I ask for Scylla and Abigail one? Like they act like they hate each other but we all know that's the first step of them being best friends.

Anyways, thanks in advance. And please excuse my poor English.

Thank you, dear Anon! And please, never apologize for your English! I'm not a native speaker either :)

What in-jokes do they have with each other?

I don’t think they have in-jokes, unless you count “playfully insulting each other every chance we get to show our affection”. 

Are they the “I’ll pay this time if you pay next time”-type friends, or the “I’ll pay for my food and you’ll pay for yours”-type friends?

Ordinarily, Scylla wouldn't care, but Abigail activates her ego and her stubbornness Big Time, so she always insists on paying, or sharing the bill. Abigail's just like: "Don't be ridiculous." They argue for a while, Abigail usually ends up winning this particular fight, Scylla is very grumpy about it.

Who’s more prone to pranking, or otherwise messing with, the other?

Pranks, neither. Messing with each other? Both of them. Constantly.

How do they text/message each other? Proper punctuation and capital letters, egregious overuse of emojis, mostly in meme format…?

Not applicable! But I know, in my heart, that if she could Scylla would use only emojis, just to annoy Abigail. And it would work.

Do they exchange jokey birthday presents, or deeply thought-out and meaningful presents? Or both?

Only jokey, vaguely insulting gifts for a while (Abigail buys Scylla a book that’s called “Ethics for Dummies” or something. Scylla gives her a list of all accredited therapists in the area with a note that just says “first one’s on me <3″.) But then eventually they start giving each other real presents - very little things, but it’s nice. Abigail give Scylla a tiny succulent. Scylla gives her a box of fancy chocolates. They’re never going to be effusive in their gift-giving, but they Know each other enough to understand these small gestures mean a lot. 

They go on a road trip together. Who drives, who picks the music, who’s in charge of snacks?

They are insufferable on a road trip together. They can't agree on anything: not the directions, not who should drive, or when to stop, or what music to play, or the snacks. It’s either five hours of Tense Angry Silence, or five hours of Constant Bickering. They only behave if Raelle’s is the car with them. 

What do they think of each other’s family?

Oof, loaded question. Abigail has trouble, still, respecting Dodgers (but she’s getting there). Scylla still feels resentful of the Bellweather name (but she trusts Abigail, and respects Petra a bit more than she used to, and she’s also getting there). They’ve spent their childhood being told to despise everything about each other’s family, so it’s. Complicated. 

Do they have any nicknames for each other?

DO THEY EVER. The funniest thing is it starts as “necro” (derogatory) but now it’s “necro” (affectionate), and they won’t admit it, but everyone knows.

Who’d be the first to try and patch things up if they had a fight?

The real answer is: neither. Raelle and Tally stage an intervention and force them both to apologize and move on.

One of their phones goes off in the middle of the night. Who’s calling whom, and why?

Not really applicable.

What’s their favourite funny story about something that happened to the two of them?

They love the fact that they tried to kill each other that one time. It’s funny in retrospect, they promise.

Would they do a joint cosplay? If so, who would they dress up as?

NOPE.

Do they have any TV shows that they watch together? Are there any shows they have wildly different opinions on?

Not really. 

Which one is the “fight me” friend and which one is the one who tries to keep the peace and prevent their friend from punching a total stranger?

Abigail is the “fight me” friend, and Scylla has to be the voice of reason, a role she is NOT used to. Also they’re the kind of friends who’re like... if somebody else insults the other, or starts a fight, they’ll lose it. “Only I get to be mean to her!”

One of them comes up with an ill-advised but mostly harmless idea. Does the other one egg them on because they think it’ll be funny, or try and talk them out of it?

Scylla has terrible ideas, historically. Abigail would never try to talk her out of it, because where’s the fun in that?

Who would win if they arm-wrestled?

LOL Abigail, without a doubt.

Who’s better at what type of video games, and how competitive are they when they play together?

Abigail is very competitive. Scylla pretends she’s not, but she actually is. They both suck at video games cause they never played much, unfortunately.

One of them ends up in hospital for something serious but not life-threatening. What does the other bring along when they visit in order to cheer them up?

Abigail... brings Raelle to Scylla’s hospital room. Gives Scylla a little nod, that manages to convey “I know you need her more than anything else” and “I’m glad you’re okay”. And then promptly gets out.

How huggy are they?

Oh, not huggy at all. Except that one time they almost die, and Scylla just impulsively grabs Abigail, and hugs her, very tight, and Abigail is frozen for half a second before she reciprocates the hug, gingerly. They don’t move for a while. They never talk about it afterwards,  

What was the moment when they first realized that they’d become friends?

IT HAS NOT HAPPENED YET BUT SEASON 3 I’M COUNTING ON YOU.