#There was an actual reason lmao you'll find out later

[piratefishmama]

Live to Serve (You) | Part 2

“You have to come with me!” Steve had been following him through the palace for the past half hour, his lessons being cancelled for the day in lieu of the evenings’ festivities giving him more than enough time to pester his best friend and personal servant as the poor boy tried to do his chores. The day was one of celebration! The anniversary of the Princes’ birth, which meant there’d be a grand party in the palace in the evening, all manner of Lords, Ladies, potential future matches for the Prince to marry, that… well, Eddie was required to attend that.

He even had an outfit for it, even the servants were to look like respectable attendees at the sixteenth anniversary of the Princes’ birth, even if they were only there to serve the guests.

Main issue of the day though, Steve had gotten himself up and thrown Eddie’s whole daily routine off by ambushing him in the earlier hours to harass him.

“I can’t leave the palace, Steve you know I’m not allowed to.” It was like talking to one of the stone walls. Steve’s incessant pestering wasn’t about the party to be held later in the day. Steve wanted out for a few hours.

He wanted out, wanted to escape the seemingly endless labyrinth of stone corridors and walkways that made up the palace, wanted to go for a ride, but most of all, he wanted Eddie to go with him. “Okay but I’d be with you! It’s not like you’d be going on your own!”

“It’s not about whether or not I’d be on my own, Steve. It’s—” he finally stopped in his step, turning to face the boy that’d been stalking him long enough to wander into an area that he wasn’t actually familiar with. Steve had never been in the servant halls, the ones not lined with any carpets or portraits, just dark back passages lined with candlelight to light the way. “You know I don’t have the freedom to leave… don’t act like you don’t know that.” As much as he liked Steve, and he did, he adored the Prince, him and all his whacky quirks, the boy made his head dizzy sometimes, made his heart thump faster, his skin warm and tingly.

He could be awfully naïve sometimes. “M’not, I just—I just want you to come with me.”

“You spend most of your days with me, Steve, why not go with Thomas, or Carol? I’m sure those two would love to spend time with the Prince.” A young Lord and Lady, betrothed since their earlier years, the Queen had introduced them to her son half a year ago and they’d been sniffing around for scraps of attention ever since. Eddie hated them, they treated him as if he weren’t there, as if he were a normal servant, they’d even demanded he serve them. Steve had firmly put his foot down there.

Eddie only served him.

“Eh, I’ll see them tonight, you’re the one I wanna spend my day with.” Eddie was glad for the candlelight being the only real source of light, for certain a window pouring sunlight would show the warmth upon his cheeks at the comment. “What if we get permission from the Captain, or I ask my mother, if I get a yes from one of them, then will you come with me?”

He didn’t expect Steve to be able to pull that one off. He hadn’t been let out of the palace grounds since the day he stepped foot into them, his whole world was that palace, he wasn’t an employee, he was a slave. He didn’t get paid for his work, he got food, drink, and a bed to sleep in, but he didn’t get paid, he was working off debts that his father had racked up.

Still didn’t know how much his father actually owed. Or if his nine years of service had actually put a dent into it. He figured he’d probably never know, his life would be one of servitude, at least they weren’t cruel to him. At least Steve was nice to him.

So, because he didn’t expect Steve to be able to pull it off, with a heavy, put upon sigh, he replied “fine, if, and I do mean IF, the Queen, or the Captain, preferably the Captain as he’s the one who’d hunt my backside down for leaving, says yes to me leaving the palace grounds, I will go with you on your ride. ONLY if one, or both say yes. Actually. Both. You have to ask both.”

“Both?”

“Yes, both, I’m not risking my head because you want a jaunt through the wilds with a servant. They both need to say yes before I’ll go.”

“I could just—”

“No, you couldn’t, maybe when you’re older my Prince, when the crown is yours, maybe then you could just order me to go with you” Steve at least had the decency to duck his head, Eddie knew him too well, knew him well enough to know that stepping closer, and gently placing fingers to his chin to lift his gaze to his own, was a thing he could freely do unpunished. “But until then… while the King is away, the Queens’ word is law, and I remain chained to these walls.” Unfortunately that was something he had to remind Steve of often, so often that even he couldn’t wait for the day that Steve would take the crown, for sure the ideas that prompted those gentle reminders were just as perfect as the beautiful little moles littering his skin.

Steve didn’t even try to pull away from the pleasant touch, it carried his gaze to Eddie’s, why would he pull away when Eddie’s touch brought him so much comfort? Instead he lingered there, thinking, until Eddie pulled his hand back of his own volition and Steve had to fight his own urges to chase it. He dampened his dry lips with a swift swipe of his tongue, “so... if I get them both to say yes, you’ll come with me?”

Eddie still didn’t believe he could, so with a great amount of softness, he answered with “mmhm, I promise.”

It brought him a great deal of surprise when Steve dragged the Captain of the Kings guard to him an hour later to announce with a beaming grin that, “you can go with me!”

“Excuse me?” Eddie’s eyes flitting between Steve and the much larger man at his side, a man who looked at Eddie with thinly veiled amusement.

“Kid, you’ve been stuck in this place for nine years now and to my great surprise, you haven’t tried to escape once, you got one chance to prove you won’t bolt if given the opportunity, and this is it. Queen says just make sure you have her son back in time to prepare for the festivities tonight, he’ll need—”

“A bath, and suitable attire, I’m aware.” Eddie spoke as if on autopilot. Bathing would take an hour at most, his hair would take half that time and getting him dressed even less. Eddie was already calculating how much time they’d have to be out of the palace.

They’d have... plenty of time, the sun hadn’t even fully reached its peak yet!

“Good. Have fun boys, Eddie, don’t do anything that’ll have us hunting you down.”

Faintly, in the back of his mind, Eddie knew that at one point, he’d had a plan for escaping. He knew that he’d planned to scope out the palace, map his new prison out until he could slip out unnoticed but then he’d seen Steve and all plans had just, floated away. They hadn’t returned, he knew the palace inside and out, knew all the little holes he could slip out of, but he’d never planned to escape it.

How could he leave his Prince behind?

That faint resurfaced thought lingered in the back of his mind when he made his way to the stables not long after, having told Steve to meet him there as he had to change his attire to something more suitable for riding. He didn’t have a wide selection of clothing to wear, his wardrobe now limited to off white shades in shirts that sometimes looked a little too baggy on him, and brown pants he could tuck into his boots, but at least he could tie up his hair into a messy braid with a long cord he’d saved from an old shirt, he could still look good.

The other maids fondly told him he looked like a noble with his hair all tied up like that, that he still had the posture of nobility at times but in a good way. The littlest Lord was still in there somewhere.

And he was still excellent with horses.

He didn’t even notice Steve had joined him until he felt the softest of touches brush upon his hair yet he didn’t startle. He instead found himself turning away from the mare saddled for him, which had been contentedly munching hay out of his palm, to bless the Prince with a warm smile that dimpled his cheeks. “My Prince” he greeted forever fond of how those two words always lit the boys face up with the cutest of flushes.

“Your uhm... your hair looks nice like that” now his turn to feel warmth in his cheeks, he wished he hadn’t tied it up now, couldn’t hide behind it like he craved to be able to do. It was just them in the stables, just them and the horses, the Stable Master having taken one of the colts to have his hooves trimmed and shoes replaced. “You should wear it like this more often.”

“It needs a trim...” now down to the middle of his back, out of a tie it was long and unruly.

“I like it.” Maybe it didn’t need a trim then. Steve seemed to shake himself of whatever thought he’d gotten trapped in though, because he turned his head to the horse, abruptly moving to her side “so! Uhm, do you— I assume you haven’t ridden before, right? I thought that perhaps you’d want to ride with me? On a horse with me I mean.”

“You... wanted us to share a horse?”

“Well, I mean, I could ride and you sit behind me and hold onto me?” Eddie was almost tempted to hide the other horse, just accept his offer, as the mare, a beautiful sooty black coated mare named Sombra, was the only one he could presently see.

Sommer, the Princes’ white mare, was still in her stall, saddled but out of sight.

Had he been a braver sixteen year old boy, or still a Lord he’d have probably said something particularly daring, a sly quip lingering on the tip of his tongue about how if the prince wished for it, he could just ask him to hold onto him, but he neither had the status, nor the courage to voice it.

The Prince may have often referred to him as a friend but surely there were lines he couldn’t cross.

“I... I can ride” oh god was that disappointment? No, it couldn’t be, why would it be? “I uhm, I learned to ride when I was young, before I came here.”

“Oh... did you come from a farm or something?” He’d never told Steve where he was taken from. It didn’t matter. It wasn’t like he’d be going back, but it was awfully cute that Steve had not yet put the clues together.

Honestly what farmhand knew how to read? Or write in cursive? Or write at all?

“Or something.” He chose to answer with instead, smiling softly. “Sommer has her saddle on in her stall, she’s ready to go.”

“Right. Right ok, yeah that makes sense, or else Sommer would have been the only one saddled. Right.” Flustered and cute, the boy would never not make his heart happy. “I’ll just... yeah.” And off he went to gather his steed, leaving Eddie to gently stroke down Sombra’s long face before guiding her out of her stall, rounding her great form, putting one foot in the stirrup, and pushing himself up onto the saddle.

It’d been a long time since he’d last rode a horse, both his legs and his reach now longer, his grip stronger. He still knew exactly what he was doing though. Still knew how to coax her into a gentle walk, how to guide her out of the stables and how to make her wait for his company. “Where exactly are we going, Steve?” He asked once his companion joined his side.

“Catch” Steve tossed a pair of gloves into his waiting hands, a simple, thin but beautifully crafted leather that vaguely matched his own “they’re my old ones, figured you wouldn’t have any.” Answering an unvoiced question when Eddie looked at him in question. “Just follow me.”

“Why did you bring gloves for me if you assumed I’d be sharing your horse?”

“No reason” he answered so quickly Eddie wished he’d have had the guts to lie and claim he didn’t know how, certain he’d now never know what the reason was. “Let’s go!” Steve didn’t give him a chance to wonder though, the Prince already off toward the palace gates, forcing Eddie to put the thought to the back of his mind and push Sombra to catch up.

He was free.

Once they made it out of the city walls, the open fields greeted them, he could see the kings road that’d take him back to Forest Hills, that’d take him back to the people he’d left behind, could see the treeline that hid his past within its dense embrace, the little homesteads, the children he’d once played with, the mothers who’d once braided flowers into his hair then quickly removed them so his father wouldn’t see.

He missed the subtle scent of flowers whenever the wind made his hair dance. He couldn’t even remember their faces anymore, just that they’d cried for him as he was taken away.

They weren’t staying on the kings road though, although they were headed for the treeline, they were veering off to the right, toward what Eddie knew to be just fields, seemingly endless stretches of land between villages, dotted with the odd farmhouse here, an inn there, maybe a small grove of trees. It didn’t matter though, as Steve didn’t seem to have a plan for their excursion.

There was no end goal in mind, just two boys chasing each other on horseback through the wilds, feeling the wind in their hair, the freedom of it all, no responsibilities, no lessons, no chores, just them passing the time, goofing off as if they weren’t naturally separated by the largest difference in status known to man. A servant and a Prince. As if they were just two friends, two boys playing in the fields without a care in the world, there was no greater feeling than that.

So of course, it had to end eventually. It had to end with the setting sun that called them back to the palace at a steady trot, their hearts light and laughter dancing between them, Eddie’s hair having fell loose through the day now flowing freely in the breeze and a subtle weight in Steve’s pocket from an interesting rock that Eddie had found and presented to him as, as Steve decided it to be, the BEST birthday gift he’d receive that evening.

It was at the city gates when Steve realised Eddie had slowed to a stop somewhere behind him, the boys eyes lingering on the Kings road off toward the forest, the wind gently rustling through his pretty brown curls, hands tight on Sombra’s reins as his gaze remained fixed there on those woods, on the road that’d lead him off to freedom, to wherever he wanted to go.

“…Eddie?” That soft gaze fell upon him once more, a small smile graced plush lips, and Steve knew he didn’t have to worry about a thing. “You coming?”

“…Yeah” He gently nudged Sombra forward toward the gates at Steve’s side once more “let’s get back, my Prince, before the Queen crucifies me.” Eddie had freedom within his grasp, and he’d chosen Steve.

Part 4

[kirbybecomesastarwarrior]

Lady Celestine: Navigator of the Constellations:

The Forgotten Hero of Yore

The Merlyn of the KBASW (AU) & the love of Arthur's life.

Just to be clear Merlyn & Celestine are the same person it's just her disguise when she goes out.

For: @kirbyoctournament

Character Overview/Personality: She's the combination of Merlin from Disney's Sword & the Stone, Queen Eclipsa from SVTFW, Willy Wonka from (Wonka 2023 ), and Merlin from (the 2008 TV series).

She's an optimist... many of her peers mistake it for being naivety but in reality she's well aware of the darkness in the world... she sees it every day with her powers. Since seeing so many terrible things in the future she treasures the present and is always grateful for the things she enjoys in the now. (Also there's another reason for this....)

And finds the joy in the darkest of times...

She likes to be overly prepared... And tend to keep (*hoard) things they might need... Often tends to hold things she doesn't really need. With Arthus side eying her "You really need to keep that."

"Don't look at me like that Wart... WE MAY NEED THIS HARPOON ONE DAY WHO KNOWS & YOU'LL THANK ME LATER !" *proceeds to carry bloody harpoon home... with Arthur facepalming himself*

They actually did end up using that harpoon 3 months later & Celestine rubbed it in Arthur's face for an entire week. This constant hoarding led her to the first iteration of the Dimensional Cape, which started as a dimensional bag to store all her stuff. (LMAO).

This brings me to Celestine's wisdom & sass: similar to Merlin (the series & Disney) is filled with cleverness & comebacks. When she's doing her diplomatic work and out and about she knows how to do it "gracefully."But when she transforms into Merlyn, she lets loose exactly how Merlin is when he becomes Dragoon. Has no filter and becomes a chaotic old man throwing shade left & right

She hates' cursing so as resulting in hilarious, nonsensical words to place them: Fiddle sticks, biscuits, sweet butter crumpets, etc ~

Her future sight has made her a very empathic person... knowing the suffering of others in her visions. Creating a very kind, caring individual who wants the best for everyone, for them to be happy.

Keep reading for extra content & lore: (Which include spoilers for KBASW so tread carefully!) Other than that please continue...

Lore related content: (If you just want a short read)

In Denial (Oldest lore)

What Kind of King's in My Blood (Background info)

Celestine is Merlyn: (Most Current lore)

And fair warning I low-key wrote a novel... but there's a special prize at the end if you read all of it. (Extended Lore)

Lady Celestine serves as a catalyst for the anime Kirby series...

Now Celestine can't predict the exact future... only show potential paths. But her powers can guide people to the outcome they want and the path that constantly changing.

Absolom made Celestine focus solely on her future vision and trained her personally... He tried to paint himself as this kind saintly father figure towards her... but in reality, wanted to monopolize her ability.

He tremendous amount of pressure on the poor girl...(Mother Gothel Style "Mother knows best) Believing the only thing that made her valuable was her future sight. And one more thing about Celestine... SHE HATED HER FUTURE VISION! She didn't just see the future... she experienced it! Feeling all the raw emotions of the scene.

However, Absolum would guilt-trip her: "Oh you don't want to let everyone down... you're the only one who can do this... you're so special... you can't disappoint everyone..:

Causing her to grit her teeth and bear with it... Absolum was like a father to her she couldn't say "No." Plus it's not like she could let them down... One day she had a terrible vision foreshadowing the demise of Shiver Star...

The people of Shiver Star were infected by Dark Matter's essence... Nightmare & his demons robbed them and stole all the planet's resources... while the people were possessed and had their life sources absorbed by Dark Matter.

Celestine immediately ran to the other Heroes of Yore & Absolum.... for this and assured the worried child they'd take care of this... "don't worry we'll use this information and take care of it."

And they didn't just take care of it... THEY MADE IT WORSE! Seeing an even more terrible vision appeared before her.

~

Celestine: Wait I thought you said you'd-

Absolum: Oh but my child we did you said that planet was a goner anyway... they were already possessed.... it would be so wasteful if all those resources would fall to Nightmare...

Sir Uther: We cleared out the planet before Nightmare did. And killed all of those who were going to be infected & spread it throughout the galaxy... we prevented the problem before it even happened...*gives a wicked smile*

Absolum: Yes we couldn't have done it without you *gives a wicked smile*

Celestine couldn't help but blame herself for the downfall of Shiver Star... A few hours later Celestine's warpstar cracked-

"No problem... I think," Absolum

To remedy the situation, Absolum tried to fame concern for her but in reality was keeping her in the temple to hide that she was "broken." She could still tell fortunes just at random, they just had to keep her near the temple and store them whenever they came to her.

Absolum was still reeling at how could this happen... he didn't want to expose his little mistake. (In truth he knew he was working too hard and put her to work earlier than most, because of her ability... CHILD LABOR AM I RIGHT?!.) It was still too valuable, they can't risk having her break some more...

Thus, Celestine became a caged bird.

Uther felt that she was a failure unbecoming of a Hero of Yore and not deserving of her title. She can no longer do the ability properly and with her body always hurting how was she going to fight on the battlefield!

Along with that thought she be too emotional anyway... always trying to steer them to the future... the least amount of damage... HE WANTED PROGRESS! Often opting for the method that would get him results not caring about the collateral damage!

Icarus shares in Uther's sentiments, with the added notion that she got away with lazying around doing nothing. Just got to sit there waiting for the next prediction to come around. He & Uther were doing all the heavy lifting and she was still being treasured by Absolum... (he wasn't jealous of the attention or anything...)

Thus resulting in Icarus having the brilliant idea of sticking Celestine with all the political fairs (the paperwork). Which seemed like a good idea at the time (a decision they would all come to regret).

Unbeknownst to them... they had given Celestine all the diplomatic power in the galactic court. Managing to win over the galactic council with her charm and grace. Uther had always used his power to intimidate his ideals.

However, Celestine had a softer approach and was seen as far more likable in the... (this was before the council was corrupt and this was due to Celestine's influence...) Often resulting in the members to come to her for their problems. Uther couldn't beat her in this arena... being reminded all too well this was a political battle as well.

For Icarus, you see there was a... certain deal he wanted to part take in... a deal with Halacandra. Where did the GSA partner up with and believe that he could easily impress with his inventions... with their queen?! ( Minerva Mim - Magolor's great aunt)

What happened... the king was supposed to be here whys he spent an entire month sucking up to him who was this queen...

The queen was not impressed & ended up showing technology far greater than his... for the first time, Icarus was forced to eat humble pie... "How could this have, surely this is some sort of mistake shouldn't the king be here-"

"Oh he's dead... and unlike him, I'm not to be won over by pretty words and flattery now you offend me... why would I ever want to do business with a lowlife with you!"

Madam made sure to inform the GSA they would not be doing business with them & Absolum desperately wanted to get that deal. Then Celestine volunteered to remedy the situation & suggested inviting her here.

Absolum agrees seeing there is nothing to lose, Uther believes this was just a desperate attempt to try to be useful while Icarus is excitedly waiting for her to fail.

Meeting arrives Celestine takes care of everything personally and at the end of the day. Queen Minerva is all smiles and arrives with a contract, "Alright I've changed my mind, and I'll do the deal as long as I'm working with her."

Minerva wasn't interested in Icarus' inventions but Celestine's alchemic formulas were revolutionary. And just had to have her on their team.

Absolum was shocked and relieved... (maybe this girl had more than one use after all...) and was constantly praising her. And because of her connections with Minerva... she'll need a bodyguard now when she leaves the GSA base but what the why it was worth it.

And Icarus oh how badly he wanted to be part of the mixing pot, but he had to go through Celestine. Who was more than happy to reject his proposal and experiments. (Icarus never forgave her for this.)

She was becoming too influential now ... This resulted in Icarus scheming with Uther... to get rid of her.

Thus beginning the creations of the Ancients & the Halcandrans, with Celestine & Minerva leading the helm. Alongside Dairus Drosselmeyer (Minerva's right-hand man & Daroach's great uncle)... they created many of the legendary treasures... that were now scattered about the galaxy.

(These were kept secret from the GSA... Minerva knew the truth of the situation... for you see during the meeting she had hidden away Kirby's prediction not of him just defeating Nightmare, but the reawakening of Void Termina & Doomsday... and showed it to the Queen and she understood... that's the other reason why she said yes to her)

Minerva helps Celestine create the Kabu's across the galaxy and presents them as "safe houses for star warriors" but in reality, they were all preset guides to Kirby's prophecy.

And helped her create Triple Star... Thus the creating the vigilante Merlyn.... Her work as Merlyn didn't go unnoticed and the people of the galaxy started to recognize the hypocrisy of the GSA. Which made the Ancients & the other's blood boil.

This resulted in having Uther send in his send three of his best soldiers: Sir Nonsurat, Dame Morgan, and last but not least (you guessed it WART... I mean Sir Arthur.)

Kirby's prophecy spoke of "a match" to start the spark that would flame of a new era of peace...

Arthur- Match/ Meta Knight - Spark/Kirby - Flame

At the time she didn't know who it was; the prophecy was incredibly vague with which one it was. But she wasn't going to pass her knowledge to any of them without being sure. (She didn't want another Shiver Star incident to happen... not again...)

But how would she determine which one it would be... they all seemed the most unlikely candidates as "the match." How could she weed out which one... A TRAIL, A TEST, A GAME!

So like in tales of old, Celestine did these little tests of character... and would secretly tag along during missions. Giving them all a chance to see which one it would participate in... Giving them little riddles of the monster Nightmare would do. But she always gave them a choice... (breadcrumbing) and "can't force anyone to change."

However, three of them all seem annoyed at this except for... Sir Arthur was the only one captivated and interested. It takes a while for Arthur to accept Merlyn's but only after the events of:

What Kind of King is in My Blood:

That makes him actively ask for Merlyn (Celestine to help him change) and pretty much becomes Celestine's partner in crime. And as to become a willing student... merely wishing not to become like his master (Sir Uther).

However, their little sparring match still happening, with the condition that he should win... Merlyn's not allowed to be called him Wart... (Needless to say she fought him twice as hard.)

(This post-Celestine is Merlyn:) It goes into more detail about their relationship here but... I added a few things.

Romantic feelings only start after that...

Basically, before they knew they were head-over-heals for each other their love could never be in reality. Not just because of their positions but something else...

After her warpstar broke... she received a terrible vision of her body eventually breaking and her disappearing into star dust. Foreseeing her early death...

She had initially accepted but after all the friends she made (and falling in love with Arthur) she did everything she could to stay longer for them... Celestine tried to keep herself together as long as she could, and managed to keep herself alive a little longer (than she was supposed to) but now she could feel it... she was running out of time.

How was she supposed to tell her everyone... Minerva would be devastated, who was going to help Darius (& Minerva) with his creations, who would protect her followers, and stop Uther & Icarus from making the galaxy into a wasteland...

And worst of all she'd leave Arthur all alone & heartbroken. Who's supposed to tease him now, make sure he doesn't do anything reckless, keep that ego in check, make sure he isn't a prat, to remind him to smile and enjoy life... to laugh... oh her poor little Wart...

No there must be another way...she couldn't tell any of her friends... she wasn't giving up yet... However, little did she know that was the least of her worries...

Celestine was always careful with hiding her connections with her alter-ego... and Arthur, but there was one person who did figure this out. Sir Nonsurat; after Arthur had saved "Merlyn" from his grasp he started to see a pattern.

Arthur had been an accomplice to Merlyn's along... "HOW DARE ARTHUR, I KNEW YOU NEVER DESERVED YOUR POSITION AND WITH THIS YOU WILL BE RUINED FOR SURE."

Thus, Celestine received numerous horrible visions (she got them all at once)... of Arthur being found guilty in a trial. And at the end of each, Arthur had refused to sell her out, remaining loyal to her, confessing his love for her, and dying. And then she saw her demise as well... her body finally breaking right after... poofing into stardust.

Being completely overwhelmed, she burst into tears. Desperately searching for a future where they could both live... (a future where she could be happy with him.) However, it was either that she & Arthur had escaped and her body would explode and Arthur would be captured (by the GSA) and executed right after for his desertion).

Celestine couldn't help but believe that she had destroyed Arthur's future all because she had gotten involved... (it was Shiver Star all over again.) Just like in the other futures... what could she possibly do...

Perhaps...she could solve one problem with another...

So, before the day Nonsurat was going to turn in his report of evidence... Celestine had stolen it away. And with the help of Darius, they manipulated the information to frame someone else...

Nonsurat was infuriated once he found his evidence to be stolen... But he didn't want to cause an uproar, so he demanded a completed search of every squadron. Under the pretext "there is a traitor among us, and they've stolen my documents..."

A complete search required every general to be accounted for. Nonsurat observed Arthur carefully only to find him especially giddy!?

Arthur: I do hope the search is finished soon... The sooner we finish here the sooner I can give Celestine this-

Kit Cosmo: Code red! Everyone needs to come to the Courtyard immediately! Were under attack!

Arthur: By who?!

Kit Cosmo: By... Lady Celestine...

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(She had already known Icarus was trying to take her down... so using her Nonsurat's evidence, she had successfully framed herself... handing it in in the guise of one of Icarus' informants.)

With the information he had put together and received, Sir Icarus concocted a false trail that Celestine was leaking information and was secretly in cahoots... with Merlyn.

Since it was a trial that involved someone as high-ranking as her... she knew the trial would exclude a select few. And since she knew Nonsurat would warrant a search... she knew it would be the perfect thing to keep Arthur out of the trail.

Celestine: Well, if I am going to get locked away... I might as well make it worth the sentencing.

It was at this moment that Celestine unleashed her demonic owl (she had hidden away) and bit off his head Absolum; killing him instantly. (Madoka Magica style). Icarus tried to stop her but failed Celestine resulting in his wings being ripped off. And officially went on a rampage letting out all those years of unbridled rage & sorrow she had kept in.

Then she remembered quickly about Kirby's prediction... quickly she created her own army of Hydro Clones... to leave them all at bay.

She went into her lab and quarters and destroyed every piece of magical research and Alchemic formula. She wasn't going to let them benefit & use her research any longer and most importantly to keep Kirby's predictions... but one person who managed to get through the army... it was none other than Uther.

Uther: I always knew you were a little witch~

Celestine: That was a sham trial & you know it ... You forced my hand

Uther: You should; 've stayed in your place, someone weak as you, you are not worthy of your spot as a Hero of Yore-

Celestine: Well you are not worthy of your spot as leader! You never were and one day you'll fall you'll see *at that moment Celestine received another vision-*

At that moment Uther thought this was the perfect chance to lung at her but this backfired... he accidentally ended up seeing Celestine's vision too... And it visibly shook him to his core.

Being overwhelmed by the very visions that plague Celestine, (claiming before she was emotionally weak, was causing him to be paralyzed by fear...) It was a vision of his throne crumbling down& everything he built and it was being led by one astral... he couldn't make out the face... was... was it pink...

Celestine tried to pull away so he couldn't see the rest of the vision... and ended up striking his right eye to stop him... Uther was left frozen while Celestine could feel her body about to break and desperately made her escape... But as she stormed out...

Uther: Will make sure you're vision will not come to pass I will find that pink warrior if it's the last thing I do... And I'll- you'll die by my blade gah- *Still paralyzed because of the vision & couldn't get up

Celestine: Sorry Uther... but I'm afraid that honor won't go to you...*runs out to find Arthur* I've already selected my champion...

In the commotion, Arthur manages to find her, desperate he reaches, Celestine:

Arthur: We have to... you need to run-

Celestine: Graduation time Wart *sees a cast of other soldiers & on-looker watching* - Let's see what you're made of! Just treat it as one of our sparring matches and we'll be fine-

After all the losses in their sparing matches, Arthur finally manages to beat Celestine... "Well done, Arthur- you've finally done it, you've w-" * Visibly starts to break... and falls- and Arthur catches her

(Celestine pulls up a smokescreen so no one can see them... however, three people manage to sneak in)

Arthur: Celestine, what's happening to you-

Celestine: I've come to the end of my time- due to my condition my body was bound to break... I didn't mean to hide it... I really thought I could beat the odds... I'm sorry War- Oh I guess I can't call you Wart-

Arthur: NO! If that's the case you weren't in the best condition- *starts crying* I didn't really win-, you have to stay *sobs profusely* You have to stay and call me Wa-Wart!

Celestine: Figures *chuckles...* it takes you this long to finally admit you like the nickname ... Thank you Arthur you made my life short all the worthwhile... I hope you can forgive me

Arthur: There's nothing to forgive Cel- Celty, *cries* I love you, please there is always something... There's always, you told me that... You're the greatest mage in the galaxy... there's got to be...

Celestine: I surely hope that light of you doesn't get snuffed out *smiles warmly* it's going to be hard Wart but remember this...

Keep your eyes open and beware of the bad in the world... but also hold on to the good as well... you don't have to look, just know that it's there... it'll keep you from falling...

(the quote that Meta Knight said to Kirby originally came from Sir Arthur... that was told from Celestine...)

And even should you lose your way I know you'll find it again... you'll always be a worthy king to me. I love you too Arthur... and I always will.... (*they share one passionate kiss*)

It was a kiss Arthur had so longed for, but it was laced with so much sorrow and joy all at the same time...

Arthur: I don't wanna let you go-* Gets knocked out by Minerva...

She had informed Minerva before the trial (and of course was devastated but was willing to fulfill her last request). And who stood behind her were Darius & Kit the only three witnesses to what really happened. Kit realizes that Celestine is Merlyn... She then handed off and knocked out Arthur to Darius & Kit Cosmo.

And made sure they promised to paint Arthur as the hero who defeated her. And fled the scene and Minerva went to her best friend and hugged her one last time... and fled with the others.

When they had all left to safety... she lifted the smoke screen only to see a hoard of Ancients led by Uther try to arrest her. She flew into the air Celestine had her Gravity wicked moment... as her body finally was about to shatter into pieces.

Celestine: I curse you all, *putting one final spell cursing the Ancients* (basically she's the reason why they all disappeared)

As her body started to implode they mistook it to be a suicide bombing and she was planning to take them all down with her... thinking quick the Ancients Crystalized to prevent the explosion...

But in that moment she has one final vision of Arthur taking the seat as leader of the GSA. She smiles and says "I always you could do it Wart *starts cry* It's just too bad I'll never be able to see it in person".

Arthur woke up in the hospital wing hearing... Darius & Kit recount the story of the incident. With the way Kit & Darius spun it was Arthur who saved the day... (Arthur realized this was all part of Celestine's plan: to give him a title that would protect him even when she was gone...) Arthur * began to weep* with Kit trying to comfort him the best he could...

Making Arthur (to the Ancients) irreplaceable... being able to take down a Hero of Yore when they (Icarus & Uther) could not. Being extremely grateful (and needing a new holy figure), gave him the title of "Holy Knight," and said they owed him one favor...

(So basically he got credit for defeating the love of his life & took her place as the GSA's holy figure...)

So in summary:

Before being detained, she managed to rip off Icarus' wings, blind Uther in his right eye, and kill about 500 Ancients. She was trying to escape only to be stopped by Sir Arthur, who defeated her in battle. But tried to escape only to be cornered by the remaining soldiers... and seeing she had nowhere else to run...

Despite the efforts of the Ancients to paint her as wicked, people could not believe in the shame of a trial. Especially Minerva, when she heard this false slander on her best friend (she had enough of it)... she declared Halcandra's formal separation from the GSA. Cutting them from Halcandra's advanced technology caused an even bigger scandal. And had put her down to silence her as well... removing her...

(What happened to Darius... well that's a story for later)

Ruining their reputation even further... destroying the pristine image they had built up until now. And those who were at the trail were split in the middle... On one hand, it seemed like she had gone on a rampage because of her unfair judgment and merely reacted because she was pushed into the corner. On the other hand, she had always been hiding away her true nature & hatred for all of them, and once she had been found out... she unleashed all of it.

Were both true...

As a result, the Ancients tried to erase her from existence... from the galaxy, with only the remaining Ancients & the Heroes of Yore remembering her... Celestine had become forgotten.` Basically, she was described as (by the Ancients) the unspeakable third who tried to destroy them all & maliciously take them down with her. And she had to be erased...

However, this did not remedy the situation... Uther was still haunted by Celestine's vision he must hunt down the pink warrior... he will not have his reign end. Icarus was all too happy to take over the Halcandra projects... however, was always constantly reminded of being reduced to flightless astral and still hates her to this day.

While everyone had forgotten Celestine: they all remembered Merlyn. But even though, "Merlyn" had become a legend, many doubted the actual existence... of this supernatural being.

However, there was one person who managed to remember her... and that's where her story ends...

Or maybe not...

Her crystallization saved her preventing her from exploding... So she was still alive in there. They tried to hide her crystal in a cave and seal it off so no one would find her... Little did they know that the cave held one of the dark portals of Morpho accidentally ending up in the underworld...

And guess who ends up accidentally winds up there.

BTW they got married in the Underworld

I actually planned this out to be a tragedy, but I ended up making them have a happy ending... (that I can't reveal just yet how it happens in the story)

BUT BEST BELIEVE OUR GIRL GETS EVERYTHING SHE DESERVES AND SITS ON THE THRONE WITH HER KING WHERE SHE BELONGS!

And if you read this long thank you for reading! <3

[stellamancer]

lip smackless (reader x satoru gojo)

notes: this is a repost of a fic i posted yesterday because i was a fool an accidentally deleted it. inspired by the fact i forgot my chapstick at home yesterday and had to buy a new one. gojo + reader are both teachers/colleagues and after thinking about it, the pairing is not really implied since i have that one section in the fic lmao.

wc: 1.3k

"Dammit..." you hiss, pawing around in your bag for your chapstick. Desperately, you search, even though you know it's useless at this point; you distinctly remember taking it out of your bag yesterday because you couldn't find one in your apartment.

You consider stopping by a convenience store to buy one real quick, but in the end you decide not to. The closest one is just a little out of the way and since you overslept a little you're going you'll just barely make it to the school on time. You refuse to be late, like a certain someone that you know, so you'll just have to do without. It'll be fine. 

At least that's what you think until lunch time. Your lips are dry and irritated enough to be distracting. The first chance you get, you make a beeline to Shoko's office. Surely, she has some lip balm, or at the very least something you can use to soothe your lips. 

When you get there, you find you're not the only one who's come to seek her out. Gojo is here too, yapping his mouth off like he always does, seemingly unaware of the completely disinterested look on Shoko's face. Poor thing. Her eyes light up when you walk in the door though, obviously grateful for a reason to stop pretending to pay attention to Gojo.

"Hey," she greets you with a cool smile. "What's up?"

Gojo turns his head, grinning widely when he 'sees' you through that blindfold of his. Should you ignore him? You decide against it and raise your hand in greeting before directing your attention to Shoko. “Do you have any lip balm?” 

“Not lip balm, but…” she reaches into her bag and pulls out a shiny tube that you recognize as her favorite lipstick. It’s a pretty color that looks absolutely lovely on Shoko. “I have this.”

“Ah…” you grimace a little. “I don’t think that’ll… help.” 

She shakes her head in agreement and you groan. You could maybe spend your lunch running to a convenience store or maybe ask Kugisaki… Though admittedly, you’re a bit worried she might rib you a little for it. 

“If it’s lip balm you need, I have some!”

You and Shoko look at Gojo. It’s obvious by the way her expression shifts that she’s not surprised, and honestly, you aren’t either. You’re intentionally avoiding looking at Gojo’s lips right now because you know that’s what he wants, but you know that they always look soft and perfectly moisturized.

“Uh, actually, Gojo, it’s fine, I—” You can go down to the nearest convenience store. You can go ask Kugisaki. You absolutely do not need to—

He strides over to you and pulls a small black tube out of his pocket, holding it out to you in offering. You look down at it, but remain still. You don’t want it.

“Come on, don’t be like that,” he tells you casually, and you swear that his voice drops an octave, but you ignore it. 

“Really, Gojo, I—”

“If you don’t take it, I’ll put it on you myself~” he threatens you in a sing-song voice. If it were any other person, it would be an empty threat, but you know Gojo and, worse than that, you know that not only can he do it, he most definitely will. 

Your hand whips out and swipes the lip balm right out of Gojo’s open palm. His smirks at you, earning him a narrow eyed glare.

“Could you guys not flirt in my office?” Shoko asks dryly from behind Gojo. 

“We are not flirting,” you insist. She gives you a pointed look that makes it very clear that she doesn’t believe you. You groan in clear and loud exasperation. No one ever does. “Fine. We’re going. I’ll see you later, Shoko.” 

Despite her words, she looks somewhat amused when you stalk out of the office, grumbling. Gojo trails after you, stopping when you pause in the hallway a little ways away from Shoko’s office. 

“Are you seriously going to follow me?” you grouse. 

“Yes!” he chirps. “I always make good on my threats, you know?”

Oh yes, yes, he does. You sigh. Gojo definitely isn’t going to let you out of his sight until he sees you use the damn thing. You’d like to eat lunch in peace so you might as well get it done and over with now. 

Gojo’s chapstick is heavy in your hand. The tube itself is made of a black matte metal and you have absolutely no doubt in your mind that it’s expensive. The most you ever spent on chapstick is five hundred yen and that’s if you really feel like splurging. And in your opinion, there’s nothing wrong with a one hundred yen tube of chapstick. This thing must have cost at least fifty times that. 

You start to unscrew the cap when a thought in the back of your mind rushes to the front, desperate to make itself known. This is Gojo’s lip balm. If you use it would that count as an indirect kiss? Your hand stills as your brain produces a mental image of you and Gojo: his arms wound around you, his face close, breath warm and sweet in your—

You banish the thought from your mind. 

This is the kind of dumb thing that a teenager would worry about and you are very, very much an adult. And adults don’t think of ridiculous things like indirect kisses unless they’re maybe the lead in some kind of romance manga.

Which you most definitely are not.

You open the tube, almost furiously, like you have something to prove and bring the chapstick to your lips. Somehow, you expected whatever lip balm Gojo uses to smell cloyingly sweet, like artificial cake batter or something like that. While, the scent is sweet, it’s not overpowering like some of the chapsticks you remember using as a child (and some of the ones you’ve bought as an adult). Once you’re done smelling it, you glide it over your lips, the relief it gives you coming almost instantly.

(Satoru watches you, his gaze feeling like it’s straining through the blindfold. His eyes are tracing the movement of his lip balm over your lips. 

For one wild moment, he pictures his fingers there instead, feeling the softness, the plushness of your lips as he smears the lip balm all over. 

You purse your lips together, as if using them to rub the balm in before using them to make the softest popping sound. Something about it makes Satoru’s mouth go bone dry.)

“Thanks, Gojo,” you say, hoping you actually sound earnest because you really do mean it. You screw the cap back onto his lip balm and hold it out to him to return it. 

“Keep it,” he tells you, his voice oddly husky. 

Your eyes go wide. No. No, no, no. You cannot keep it, not when it (probably) costs a ton. You shake your head. “No, take it back.  I can just—”

Gojo grins at you, amused like he always is. Part of you thinks he’s being genuinely generous, another part thinks that this has to be some kind of trick or bargain on his part. “It’s fine. You need one anyway, right?”

He’s right, but you can just get one from the convenience store on your way home or something. You don't need his. “But, Gojo—”

“Just keep it,” he insists. “Save yourself a trip to the convenience store.”

Gojo shoves his hands into his pockets and you feel like that’s his way of telling you that he’s not taking the lip balm back— that he’s giving it to you. 

“I—” you start, trying to find some reason for him to take it back.

“You can’t make me take it if I don’t want to, you know,” he tells you with a snicker.

Right. Even if you threw it at him he could just put his infinity up, couldn’t he? You sigh in resignation. “...fine. Thanks. I owe you one.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” he says, waving his hand nonchalantly as he walks off. Once he’s gone you reach into your pocket for your phone to look up how much the lip balm he gave you costs and your jaw almost drops. 

You spend every day for the next week buying Gojo lunch. 

[taylortruther]

not that it's been *super* pervasive, but I do think it's interesting that, after feeling heralded for being mature for her age while simultaneously maintaining an impossible youthful stature (thinking of 1989 era especially), now we have (some) comments thrown at taylor for needing to "grow up" - all the way from things like the kim/kanye of it all to the football game appearances to the societal markers of being an adult woman - a husband and children (not to equate these things lmao but i think you'll know what I mean)

just very interesting how the awkward balance between being mature for one's age while also "required" to stay young in other ways is impossible to sustain, especially in the spotlight, and could then easily lead to a relative "immaturity" later down. which could also manifest in more obvious acting out, if you will, that we've seen from other female celebrities

i think taylor has always felt that tension between her youth being a reason people listen to her/find her special but it was a literally fleeting trait, out of her control. nothing new's observations, about how everyone loves an ingenue, but she won't be beloved or "cute" forever, touches on this really well.

and she knows there's a huge sexist component too. why is a woman not considered "grown up" until she's married and has children? this vulture piece touches on that and i reflect on it a lot.

I don’t see Beyoncé as 17 and in Destiny’s Child anymore. I don’t see Adele as being 18, doing those first small songs and albums. Different people, right? But we still do this thing where Taylor is 15. It’s a Taylor thing, and I can’t put my finger on it, so I want you to. [...] Taylor doesn’t have a child. And in our patriarchal society, when does a woman change? When she becomes a mother. All the women you mentioned became mothers, and maybe one of the main reasons why we don’t accept Taylor as an adult is because the childless woman remains a strange figure in our society. We don’t know how to accept childless women as adults. I’m gonna thank you, Taylor, for not having kids yet because we really need more childless women out there showing their path.

but i was actually thinking how every starlet basically has this "acting out" phase, because they want to break free of the goody goody image and grow up and rebel for various reasons. one might argue reputation was taylor's first go at it, but i think ttpd is actually her "rebel" album. she basically calls it that in bdilh, talking about how she's been raised by her audience to be caged/hated, calls herself a precocious child that isn't allowed to grow up, she's misunderstood and wants to own her own mistakes/choices.

[talisidekick]

Thanks for being so compassionate! As someone who's had to defend himself from assault pre transition and assault and attempted trafficking during transition which has contributed to some agoraphobia centered on thoughts like "damn, wasn't safe off T not safe on it", it's been rlly scary seeing ppl shrug off how transmascs are endangered in real life in service of discrediting transandro discourse. Cool seeing who's really real I guess????? anyways hope you're well and warm. Srry about my run on sentence lmao

There is absolutely nothing to apologize for. We only get to see one side publically, and that's pretty much just trans women issues. Media likes to cover just us. I rarely see news stories about just trans men. We don't see the stories about trans men getting stalked or followed around in stores by total strangers, getting attacked in public, rarely a mention if a trans man gets killed. It's happening but you don't see it. You don't see a flood of forum posts about the constant dismissal of, unique brand of hatred around, or the types of dangers faced by trans men.

My introduction to questioning my gender was actually FROM transandrophobia. The reason for this is I've had more of a curvy figure since ... well forever, even though my body was producing T on it's own. I got A LOT of compliments on it by pretty much all my friends (which were mostly girls, and yes that probably should have been a sign but I'm a bit thick sometimes, okay?) because I was "unconventionally sexy" because of it. I'm now remembering I do have a shirtless picture somewhere from before I was on HRT ... I'll work up the nerve to show that at some point to prove that point. Anywho, because of this, a random ass stranger had been following me as I went to grab a few things from a walmart after my shift. It was weird as fuck. Uncomfortably close, constantly looking at me but not what they were pretending to, and I kind of knew this dick was waiting until there was no one in the aisle before pulling something. I'd been mugged before at 14 and 15 so at 24 I was kind of like "I'm not getting stabbed in a damn Walmart" and just made sure to be quick. I got out of the store and met up with some old work friends and just let them know someone was following me and I wanted to wait them out. Props to my friends at the time, they bullseyed the dude (to be fair he wasn't being stealthy) and called him out. And he yelled back "You'll never be a real man" to me. My friends laughed at him because as far as we all knew, I was cis. But this would happen two more times in the same week. A lady would tell me I shouldn't be doing "this" to myself with a full body gesture, and that god "loves" me; and a college colleague flat out dismissed my concerns on something because "only a real man would need to worry about that". It got me wondering if this was a new fad, to hate on someones manliness, and upon looking that up I learned about what exactly transgender meant, the experiences of trans men and women (just a bit on women, my concern was on trans men at the time), and thought it was kind of cool there were people who'd know two sides to the gender spectrum. But it must SUCK to have to go through the bullshit I did and actually be affected by it. Like, no one has any right to tell another man they're less of one.

This whole situation would actually come back to help me 2 years later in finding myself. I'd only really looked up trans men and curiosity mid covid lock down would lead me to look up non-binary and then trans women. However, transandrophobia is how I, a trans woman, got her start. So it boils my blood when I see people talk about T being toxic or trans men having it easier. It shows a complete lack of understanding and a lack of acceptance and willingness to empathize. Trans men and trans mascs have different issues, that doesn't make them lesser, and while those issues may not affect me, it doesn't make it less of my problem to help deal with where I can. I know certain issues I'll have no experience on, no idea how to help, but that doesn't mean I can't still offer to be support. Everyone should be doing the same, and shame on those who aren't.

You deserve equal treatment and support in your fight for it, not dismissal. Those that dismiss the issues of trans men aren't allies, they're transphobes. And fuck transphobes.

[nardos-primetime]

what's the most fucked up thing/AU/whatever you made? I wanna desensitize myself to your work before diving in.

Starting out with saying I wouldn't condone any of the bad shit within my stories, often times these are just what ifs I find interesting to look into. I wouldn't look at an actual murderer irl and go "Awesome" but I'll joke around with my villain Mikey like "He hasn't done a thing wrong heart emoji" when he has actively killed and enjoyed the murder of multiple people.

A lot of my aus are more toned down from my regular more personal works, solely because I can't help but go a bit easier on the turtles since they are a comfort for me and I wouldn't find my more personal topics appropriate for the turtles.

Overall, I'd say body horror, disease, self harm, suicide, murder, and mental/physical abuse/child abuse/neglect is something to look out for in a lot of my works, along with gore and injury in general. I also have a tendency to write cannibalism (an interesting motif to me, I would not condone it irl, obviously) and/or autocannibalism (to cope with personal issues I am not comfortable elaborating on, it's some Mental health stuff.) Overall I like putting the turtles through it, lmao.

(Forgot to add animal abuse/death)

I will never directly delve into the topic of sex within my works (as in you'll never see me write any of them doing such acts), but I have a handful of somewhat older Leo's who specifically deal with unhealthy romance, one of these is within my magical boys au where all four experience some level of inappropriateness due to their fame, not once is this a good thing, and this is meant to be a bad thing within the story. The other has a Leo who dates around a lot but always falls short due to his anxieties and commitment issues. He never goes through with it, though he likes to joke about more sexual topics. (He's crude.)

The magical boys au, priorly mentioned, contains underage drinking and smoking, mental health issues, self-harm, and the boys being mistreated and abused within their own workplace, one way or another.

One of my oneshots currently has a younger child get murdered in it, though I've deliberately made the death surrounding it not as detailed, as even if younger children die in my stories it makes me uncomfortable to focus on it the same I would other characters, unless it's an injury a child survives, then it's a 50/50. This is a situation that is conflicting for the main character, but is done out of survival's sake. (In his eyes.)

Viral.Donnie has evolved into a character that focuses on addiction later on, and I do tend to give the turtles addictions depending on the story.

Million Dollar Box/Villain Mikey has hallucinations, vivid, probably not 100% accurate, but these are not his real brothers. Story wise, they are a way to delve into his mental state and look at his conflicting feelings about his family.

Villain Raph is less developed, but he actively is mentally (and physically) abusive to his brothers in his own way.

A lot of the time, my writing style mixes with the thoughts and personality of the main focus, and a lot of these times, the characters are not rational nor moral. Untrustworthy narrators are fun.

You will see I don't like actively splitting up the turtles entirely very much. Normally, I'd be able to do it easily, but I have a soft spot for them. Hell, Viral Donnie, Villain Raph, and Million Dollar Box Mikey's follow-up story gives them a family after losing theirs. Most of the time, if one turtle falls, I take the others, or at least one others with them. For fun.

I try to not go for just shock value, even if I like describing the horrors I like having a reasoning, whether it be some insane deeper meaning I made up, it fitting a character/their personality, or just being interesting for me. I do my best to tag all potentially triggering topics within my works, but I may slip up at times. Apologies for that.

Horror is my main fixation overall outside of TMNT, and I like various types of it. The Nonsense Apocalypse AU is supposed to be a mixture of slice of life and horror, resulting in a world that just doesn't make sense, with some more... serious aspects on top.

I hope this helps, I kinda went on a ramble, but I didn't want too much confusion since most of my actual aus aren't fully out yet in any way.

Hope it helps again, Anon.

[kimbapisnotsushi]

i started writing this back in the last week of december going on into january bc we had so many karasuno bdays back then so uhhh TECHNICALLY this is a late bday post honoring like four people LMAO but let's go!!

during kageyama's first birthday at karasuno he gets a mysterious series of texts from an unknown number that goes like > happy birthday > not that this means you're forgiven > just thought it was the right thing to do > i know it's your first since. well. you know > you don't have to text back or anything!!!! > fuck fuck fuck just pretend this never happened BYE

he brings up it up two years later when he, kindaichi, and kunimi are better friends and kindaichi buries his red face in his hands and screams and kageyama isn't sure why

kunimi pats him on the back and tells him not to worry about it

ennoshita has a playlist that is solely just like white noise and creaking sounds and generally just things that would make you shit your pants alone in the dark and when asked why he just goes "it's the only way i can feel anything inside"

tsukki will NEVER admit it but he ASPIRES to be the level of deadpan that ennoshita is

tanaka: "so . . . why do you like him again?" ennoshita, watching a video he recorded of futakuchi walking straight into a lamppost bc he was playing pokemon go: "he makes me laugh"

no joke i think ennoshita is a dateko celebrity bc everyone knows about the guy that futakuchi kenji pines over bc futakuchi kenji is just known in a million ways and maybe like 90% of them are Not Good

a third-year has futakuchi by the collar and they're like "all right PUNK get ready to have your lights punched out you'll be seeing stars when i'm done with you" and futakuchi just sighs longingly and goes "ennoshita has eyes like stars . . ."

daichi is that type of upperclassman who knows very single friend of his juniors' but not in like a cool older sibling way he does it in a cringefail modern parent kind of way

kogane used to be soooooo scared of him before finding out what a huge dork he is

actually kogane isn't scared of asahi bc he's so used to aone and asahi cries over it

(sorry for plugging in dateko so much i just genuinely think they have such a fun relationship with karasuno i ADORE it)

onagawa: "man idk how you do it" narita: "do what?" onagawa: "being the only normal person on your team"

yeah no narita is carrying the weight of the world as the only person with the brain cell on karasuno

sometimes it's ennoshita but he's been dead inside since first year so

suga tells the first years he knows martial arts but all he really did was go to one (1) judo club demonstration during his second year of middle school and somehow managed to flip the captain over by sheer luck and never tried again

for takeda's birthday everyone teams up to get him a really nice fountain pen, a classical poetry book, and a quality bottle of sake. for ukai's birthday tsukki leads a powerpoint presentation on why smoking is bad for you and that he really should stop, backed up with everyone else standing behind him with their arms crossed and nodding along

okay that and they also get him a really cute apron (embroidered with crows!!) for him to wear around the store and a bag of good coffee

kiyoko has all - and i mean ALL - the snacks from the local convenience store on a tier list and when the vbc asked how the fuck she managed to do that she just went "my track team was a lot weirder than you guys"

actually the reason why daichi asked kiyoko to be the manager wasn't because kiyoko was the only one with no club activities going on it was because she gave asahi a hair tie when nobody else would and asahi had been trying to befriend her since (and also return said hair tie) but was too nervous to make the first move

asahi: "noooooo daaaaaaaiiiichiiiiiiiiii i caaaaaaaan't i'm so awkward and embarrassing!!!!" daichi, with all the confidence of a fifteen-year-old constantly winging it: "it's okay, i've got this!"

yeah he's just as surprised as you are that it worked out

especially considering he pitched it to her like a used car salesman

kiyoko carries a lot of hair ties with her when she starts just for asahi and when he leaves the team she doesn't stop bc she tells suga, daichi, and the second-years, "he'll come back, just wait and see"

THEY WERE FRIENDS TOO!!!! THEY WERE FRIENDS TOO!! THEY WERE FRIE -

[chaotic-on-main]

hi sky can i also pls order a rum raisin sugar cone with hot fudge?? or if you're outta hot fudge I could definitely take some chopped nuts?? canon pls if possible but no worries if not!!!

Order up!! One rum raisin sugar cone with hot fudge for El!!

Sky's Summer and 250 Follower Event!

☾ Pairing ➼ Erwin Smith x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ one bed, canonverse, pre-commander Erwin (actually freshly scout initiate Erwin), light fluff, angst (if you squint but you don't need to squint that hard I'M SO SORRY)

☾ A/N ➼ HI EL! I'm so sorry this took forever also sorry that I did Erwin's instead of Miche's but I'm working on that next, I swear!! Canonverse one bed can be hard but I think I made it work out. This became a lot sadder than I initially planned but like, there's hope?? And it's kinda sweet?? But like, knowing what you know for the last half of season 3 :| yeah. I'm sure it's fine a;lsdkjfa;lskjf this is the second time where I've written canon and alluded to the shitshow that happens later as;ldfj ANYWAYS. Thank you so much for sending in a request!! I'm excited to hear what you think. :3

Edit: coming back here to say that I had this exact request sitting in my inbox from El for the longest time and I'm glad you requested it again when I had the creativity and confidence. It still has to do with a tent and a bedroll and one bed, but hopefully this twist was okay lmao. I'm still laughing at my typo with typing right as write akjfksnfmd

☾ Word Count ➼ ~2.3k

It would figure that your first ever expedition would turn into a disaster. Not because of any titan's doings, which is what you would assume would have happened. No, instead of facing an early death, you find yourself dealing with a ripped tent and a torrential rainstorm. Everything you brought with you, including your spare clothes, were soaked through. Nothing was spared from the wrath of the dark skies.

This is why you're marching to the only person you know well enough out of the entire legion that was sent forth on this expedition – Erwin Smith.

Fresh out of the cadet corps, it was a no brainer that Erwin would join the scouts. You were quick to follow, but not because of him per say. You also shared the drive for knowledge on what was out there and a way to cure the sickness that ails humanity – the titans. Both of you begged for any answers and the only way to get those answers was to go beyond the walls, no matter what it took.

For these reasons alone, you and Erwin found friendship in each other easily. But because of those same ideals, you were both very isolated. That isolation was relished between the two of you, though, as it made you closer.

Erwin's tent is now in arms reach and you don't hesitate to scratch at the canvas to get his attention. It was still early in the night, you assumed, so there was a high chance Erwin was still awake. As the cold rain falls around you, dripping down your face and soaking your clothes, you wait impatiently for your friend.

Eventually, a head pops out of the slit of the tent, ocean blue eyes searching until they fall on the figure in front of him. There's a little grimace at first until he realizes it's you, and then it's replaced with a dazzling smile. Bushy eyebrows shoot up his forehead as he takes in the state of you.

“What are you doing out in the rain? Go back to your tent and dry off.”

“I would love to do that but something happened and now there's a giant hole in my tent. Nothing is salvageable. Can I stay with you?” You wrap your arms around your stomach to hold yourself closer for warmth, but there's none left. Your teeth have started chattering at this point.

“Of course, get out of that rain. You'll catch a cold.” Erwin pulls up the flap to give you allowance into his dimly lit tent. Instantly, a burst of warmth blows onto you and you don't have to be told twice. Erwin's tent isn't large by any means, especially considering how much space he takes up already. You find yourself brushing up against him as you scuttle your way into the warm space – you completely miss the way he freezes up for a second as you do.

“Did you bring any spare clothes?” Erwin asks as he ties the tent flaps back together. The rain brought cold wind which made the canvas shudder from the force. You knew Erwin well enough to know he had staked his tent down well, but you still can't help but worry.

“They were ruined as well. I brought my pack but again, nothing was salvageable and it all needs to dry.” You say through chattering teeth as you rub your hands up and down your arms for extra heat. Your pack in question hangs loose on your back and is currently dripping the same amount of water that drips off your shaking frame.

Erwin turns around to take in the sad sight of you, his eyes downturned in concern. You now notice he was in his underclothes, almost ready for bed. His bedroll is spread out next you, which was unfortunately being splattered by rainwater as it drips to the ground.

“You can use some of mine and we'll hang your clothes to dry, okay?” He holds his hand out for you bag which you hand over happily through shaking fingers. You were chilled straight down to the bone.

As he digs around your bag for your extra clothes, you take this moment to look around his cozy space. The bedroll you've already seen, but off to the side is his pack and a dim lantern, and right next to it are a few journals and books. One is half open with a pencil sticking out of it as if he was taking notes in the margins – which you would not put past your bookish friend.

“Okay, you can grab the spare I have in my bag. I'm sure they'll be too big, but it's better than nothing. I'll step out for a second so you can get out of those clothes.” Erwin mutters as he turns to you waiting for an answer. You furrow your eyebrows back.

“So you can get wet too? No way, just. Turn your back or something.” You flap your hand dismissively. The dim light coming from the corner makes it hard to see his face, but if you could you'd notice a very prominent pink flush that starts creeping from his neck into his cheeks. He stutters an agreement and does what he’s told.

Without hesitation, you start stripping. It’s extremely hard to do because not only do you have complicated leather straps to unbuckle, every fabric clung to your skin. Eventually you're able to pull it all off and drop them to the ground with various ‘splat' noises – even your undergarments. Your teeth chatter even harder now as your exposed skin meets the cool, moist air. You trusted Erwin enough to know he wouldn't peek nor do any funny business, but you can't help the heat that burns in your cheeks at the vulnerable position you were in.

As you start rummaging in his pack, you notice he had the bare essentials as well as two other books. You raise an eyebrow at it all as you pull out his white button down – folded neatly of course.

“Did you even bring any rations with you?” You half-joke as you tug Erwin's shirt over your head and down your body.

“I did. Enough for the expedition, of course.” He chuckles, knowing damn well you were poking fun at his books.

Due to the massive height difference, his shirt is practically a dress on you as it falls a little under your butt. You already knew his pants weren't going to fit but you still pulled them on just to see. It was almost comical how easy they fell down your legs. With a soft huff, you step out of the uniform that pooled at your feet and tug your underwear back on. Wet was better than being exposed.

“Everything okay?” Erwin asks, still with his back turned to you.

“Yeah, everything is fine. Your clothes are just so big. I'm done, by the way.” You say as you straighten back up after tucking his things back into his pack.

“Better than being wet.” He turns back around, those eyes of his sparkling in the dim flames. They glance down to your bare legs for a second before jumping back up to your face. There's an obvious blush across his pale cheeks but you pretend not to notice.

“Yeah, that's fair.” You sigh as you sit yourself down on Erwin's bedroll. The leather is soft against your exposed legs which you cover quickly with the thin fleece blanket provided. It's considerably less cold, your teeth finally at a standstill.

“Erwin, are you sure this is okay? I don't want to impose.” You watch as Erwin lowers himself down next to you, half on the bed. You scoot over so he has room and he follows suit – still partially off the cloth but not as bad.

“Nonsense. And leave you sopping wet? Don't be dumb.” He gently knocks into your shoulder with his own, a low chuckle rumbling out of his chest.

“Well, thanks. I don't have to take the be-"

“Don't even think about it. I don't need one, you take it. Besides, you're the one that got drenched, not me. Your body heat needs to get back to normal.”

You don't answer back to that. Erwin Smith, the chivalrous knight as always. As the heavy raindrops hit the top of the tent, you find your thoughts drifting back to when you and Erwin first met – back in the cadet corps.

“What do you think is out there?” You ask quietly, watching the lantern-lit shadows dance against the inner tent walls.

“Freedom, I hope. An elixir to humanity. More answers to questions that haven't been asked yet.”

“Hm. Do you think we'll ever live to see those questions answered?” You look over to your friend as he meets your gaze, eyes softened as they bounce around your face.

“We have to. Or at least, we have to hope for it. That's all we can do.” His lips twitch into a smile.

“What do you think Nile is up to?”

“Doing his best to look out for the people, I suppose. As much as I think he would have made a great scout, I'm glad he's there. He'll be able to keep people in line effectively.” His shoulders bounce from soft laughter, no doubt thinking back to the shenanigans Nile had to save you from time and time again.

“You know, before we left I heard word that he was thinking about marrying Marie.” You mutter, looking away and back to the canvas walls.

“Yeah, I did too. I sent him my best regards.”

Distant thunder cracks above as the wind starts to pick up a little more. You bite back what you really wanted to ask but found your curiosity winning over, as it always did. Something you think will never change despite the trouble you've gotten into over the years.

“Do you regret not staying for her?”

“No, it wasn't going to work out anyways. Besides, our lives have bigger purposes. I wasn't meant to settle down, I don't think.” Erwin responds back faster than you thought, clearing any doubts you had for him.

“So you don't think you'll ever get married?”

“With this line of work? I'd have to retire first.” You laugh at that, trying to picture what an old retired Erwin would look like.

“I think I'd like to. But not until we get answers, of course.” You say quickly, giving him a quick glance. Answers were all you and Erwin ever wanted when it came to the decision of joining the scouts.

“Then that means we need to push even harder, doesn't it?” A yawn escapes you as he finishes his sentence, and he raises a bushy eyebrow at you.

“You should get some rest, you look drained.”

“What about you? There's not a lot of room here.”

“It'll be fine.” He sounds so nonchalant but the blush on his face that no doubt mirrors yours says otherwise. You're suddenly hyper aware that you're only in a shirt and underwear.

“Fine, but no funny business, Mr. Smith.” You narrow your eyes playfully before sliding yourself lower onto the leather until you're fully lying down. Always the knight, Erwin lies down too but gives a good 6-inch clearance, enough that you know he's half off the bedroll again.

“Thanks, Erwin.” You mumble before closing your eyes, the smell of cedar wafting into your senses – something that always came with Erwin's proximity. You're drifting off before you know it, straight into dreams about your younger cadet years.

As you sleep, you of course are not aware of Erwin's careful gaze as your breathing becomes heavier with every passing minute. The way your eyelashes flutter as your eyes move around in your dreaming state. How your cheeks and bottom lip puff out, tinted light pink. Erwin hopes that somewhere out there, there's a world where he could settle down. And hopefully it was you that he was with.

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“Commander Smith?” A soft voice brings Erwin out of his memories and into the present where a young boy with blond hair and bright blue eyes stares at him.

“Ah, yes. Sorry about that. You were saying, Arlert?” Erwin sits up in his bed, using his remaining arm to push him into a better position. The throbbing pain that radiates off his right side is ever present, but not as white hot as it was before. It was nothing he couldn't handle. What did weird him out was the feeling of his fingers that were no longer there.

“Forgive me for being so bold to ask, but is something bothering you Sir?” Armin shifts nervously in his chair, the wooden frame creaking from under him.

“Aside from the missing arm?” Erwin chuckles darkly. He notes the wide-eyed disposition of the cadet in front of him, expression full of worry. And… a little bit of underlying excitement. “I'm fine. You just remind me of someone I knew, is all.”

“O-oh. I hope that's a good thing?”

“It is. I think they would like you. But about the basement? You had theories about what might be down there?”

“Yes! Well, I was thinking…”

Erwin watches young Armin Arlert as he rattles on, not being able to stop the string of thoughts of how much he missed you and wished that you were still here with him. How much you would have loved to learn the secrets of the walls and what might lie beyond. What you would have said to Erwin after he quietly whispered over to you, ‘told you so.’

There's an unspoken promise made to you that he would do what he could to learn everything so that when he saw you again in the afterlife, you would get to know as well.

I don't have a lot of Erwin girlies that I know of but I know @bita-bita likes him so uhhh here! Also @melodyuzumaki and @elnyrae just for good measure.

[pettyprocrastination]

Abby x reader head canons?

I will say may not be the best representation for her character because I've only watched (many) play troughs and not played the game yet cause I no longer have my play station :( but I am absolutely horrendously down bad for her ngl so here we go (also abby is closeted wlw in this sorry guys)

warnings: repressed sapphic feelings, gets a little sexual at the ending but nothing major, jealousy, mostly just fluff here cause im easing myself into her character

I feel like she's not particularly into pda? not anything egregious but she'll have an arm around you is enough, maybe a hand in the back pocket to give you a lil bum squeeze but even that's pushing it. She doesn't want to be obnoxious like *those* couples (she does actually) but she wants people to know your hers.

connecting to this I feel like she gets jealous pretty easily. Not from a place of seeing you as property but from her own insecurities and worrying that you'll find somebody "better" which means sometimes she'll give a snide little comment when you've been hanging out with somebody else that makes you pull back and go "excuse me?" often leading to her either talking herself into a corner or going silent and passive aggressive until your able to pull the truth out of her, often times after the anger has fizzled out hours later and she slips into your room with a soft mumbled apology when you tell you that you love her and only her but that doesn't mean she gets to be an asshole to you for it. (she makes it up to you though. all night long in fact)

braid her hair. please braid her hair. It's a small sign of love that makes her go absolutely crazy. The feeling of your nails gently scritching her scalp has her stretching out like a cat in a sunbeam on a lazy sunday afternoon. She'll set her head in your lap while you undo the braid and run your fingers through her soft locks until she slowly drifts off to sleep because she just feels so at peace with you that she's comfortable letting her guard down and falling asleep

even if you have very short hair, you probably end up wearing one of her hair ties on your wrists because she tends to lose them + its a little part of her to keep by your side :') (i will say its interesting that in the show, it seems like ellie keeps her hair tied back with a hairtie that seems to have been cut, so she has to wrap it around and then tie a knot which makes sense because i'd gather that elastic isn't that easy to come across post apocalypse yknow. I think it'd be cute if you like. found a scrunchie or smthn for her that even though its not her style she's still wear it cause its a gift from you :'))

that being said? i imagine after everything she's been through she's a pretty light/paranoid sleeper so if you slip from the bed for any reason be ready to see her padding after you, squinted eyes and grumbling with sleep still in her voice as she mumbles 'where you goin'?' because babygirl woke up without you by her side and it caused her to panic :(

confident in her body. She's worked hard on her physique and she knows you enjoy it, so don't be surprised to see her not-so-subtlety flex if she catches you eyeing her up. You'll roll your eyes at her peacocking but it doesn't stop that lovesick smile from growing on your face that makes her feel all giddy. Bunch of goofballs in love right here <3

idk why but she gives me a bit closeted energy growing up. I feel like she probably got plenty of shit for being a tomboy and she gives me the energy of those girls who are like "women can be masculine and straight you know >:(" but so incredibly gay lmao (knew countless gals like this god bless them all) but yeah she'll huff and puff because just because she's not girly doesn't mean she's gay but also likes it when you sleep in her bed and you guys tell stories and fall asleep in eachothers arms, sometimes she'll stay awake so she can watch how peaceful you are and maybe maybe think about kissing you and how soft your body would feel in her hands and the little noises you'd make and that makes her feel something owen never did. but yknow. she's still super straight

[notnights]

This is gonna be long because im an overthinker AND an overtalker- sorry in advance 😭

alright so i found out you wrote a fic for Ribbuns and immediately went off to check it out, and the tags actually scared me cause my taste for ribbun fics is smthn cute and fluffy- bc they get enough hate as it is, i didnt want them to hate eachother as well lol. Idk, the tags made it seem as if there wouldnt have been a happy ending where they both end up liking eachother.

BUT once I read it!! yes it started off negative, Gangle hating him and the overall relationship theme being kinda toxic (its probably tame but im not mentally strong for this ok) although its deserved since, you know, Jax. No hate to him or anything, the fic says it all lmao

but the way you write them-- it made me open my eyes to this type of relationship between them, particularly on how Gangle had- what, a power trip?- in this relationship, treating Jax badly but him still loving her. Woke smthn up in me frfr; ESPECIALLY THIS (along with more scenes but i esp like the power Gangle is shown to have here over him):

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He shuts up when she says his name though. Nothing more, just a clear command to stop and a quick glance up to his face. Will question why that tickles her brain later.(Acetate Tears, Chapter 1)

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this made me fall in love (as well as understand the trope more) for power trips in toxic love.

Almost made me change teams, to look for angsty toxic ribbun content despite my mentality, until:

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Jax leans into her, pounces. Gives her silly wet kisses. She gives a squeaky scream. Weakly attempts to push him away from her, despite knowing she deserves this. Well maybe not this specifically , but some form of punishment. (same source)

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THIS made me giggle and kick my feet in glee, reminding me of my love for soft kisses in fics

TLDR; your fic is honestly one of the best Ribbun fics ive read so far (im still digging through the tags!! I'm desperate for more!!) and it also awoken smthn in me that i tried to ignore hehe.

I LOVE your perception on their relationship, their behaviours, mindset, everything! Here's to hoping you'll write more ribbun, but its ok if u dont!! 🐰🎀

(im not good with words, but i hope my love for your fic is shared thru this jumble of words lol. I also hope episode 4 gives more depth to Ribbun's relationship that can bring more supporters instead of hate, since its gonna be focused on Gangle🤲)

((OH and im sharing my thoughts here instead of ao3 bc i'm super duper shy for no reason -carbon footprint scares me- and somehow tumblr asks in anon mode isnt as scary. Again, srry im saying so much 💀You dont hv to answer this since its long and not rlly an ask lmao))

Aw hey this is sweet thank you! You're all good, I am also an overthinker and overtalker (if that hasn't been apparent by the way I answer asks already) so I get it!

the tags actually scared me... Idk, the tags made it seem as if there wouldnt have been a happy ending where they both end up liking eachother.

Hey that's alright! That's what the tags are for to make sure this is something a potential reader can handle or get prepare for! The unfortunate thing is I obviously don't want to give away too much with them such as the happy ending, so I totally understand if it wards some people off. Respect for those who know their limits!

I also wanted to leave the ending a bit ambiguous as to if they truly ended up together or not. And depending on what you're hoping for with the story might not be the happy ending [Ganlge voice] you were hoping for.

particularly on how Gangle had- what, a power trip?- in this relationship, treating Jax badly but him still loving her.

One of my favorite things in stories about relationships is that one brings out something in the other they didn't know they needed to let out. Helps balance themselves out. Jax lets Gangle let out more than just "sadness" he lets her find out she's more than a pity party, she has anger to release and resentment to express (among other emotions). She has more than two emotions.

And while this is primarily a comment on Gangle, (this ain't about Jax right now...) Gangle lets Jax find out he's someone capable of relinquishing and receiving of love (the thing about him hating the idea of them having a "happily ever after.")

THIS made me giggle and kick my feet in glee, reminding me of my love for soft kisses in fics

Glad to hear it! I do really like Jax and Gangle being cute. But I like it more when it's after all the hard stuff. One of those well earned things. A cold glass of lemonade after mowing the grass. Eating something salty before eating something sweet and it makes it taste even sweeter!

A lot of folks make cute Jax and Gangle content that it makes me forget I don't make enough of it. Those of y'all who make cute stuff balance out whatever the hell I'm doing over here! So thanks for that.

All these things are very kind of you to say also! Thank you! It means a lot that you came to say them even though you were so shy!

Good luck with your searching! I hope you find more that you enjoy.

And yess I'm very excited for the Gangle episode either if it has some interaction between them or not. Because while I ship them and they're my two favorite characters, as my boyfriend describes "you just like Jax as an accessory to Gangle." Oops! Here's two hoping that sticker set implies there is some more meaningful interaction between them there.

[pinkthick]

REQUEST ARE OPEN

You can choose from down below any prompt/prompts you want with the following characters:

✩ Stephen Strange

✩ Defender Strange

✩ Sinister Strange

✩ Doctor Strange Supreme(What if?)

✩ Supreme Strange

✩ Monster(from vampires to werewolves lmao) Stephen Strange

✩ Sherlock Holmes

The fanfictions won’t be really long (1500 max ig?) and they would probably be Fem!Reader (I could try with gn!reader too). Choose a sentence/sentences from down below and you can give your own ideas too.

I will be going on a trip so they probably won’t be posted this week(bear with me please).🙏

Prompts

✩ Angst

1. ”Is everything a joke to you?"

2. "It's my fault, I didn't listen to everyone saying this would be a mistake!"

3. "Why does everything have to be a struggle with you?"

4. "I can't believe you sometimes!"

5. “Great. Really great, this is just perfect.”

6. "Why can't you just let it go?"

7. "That is the dumbest excuse I have ever heard!"

8. "Maybe you should just leave now."

9. "Oh yes, you're so great.”

10. "I really don't understand what's going on with you sometimes!"

11. "I will leave now, or I'm going to say things I will regret later.”

12. "Have you never actually thought about how I would feel about this?"

13. "Maybe this is it, because I can't do this anymore!"

14. "Don't you dare just walk away right now!”

15. "This wouldn't even be a problem, if you wouldn't make one out of it."

16. "How does that make it okay?"

17. "Do you even listen to yourself?"

18. "I'm glad I finally get to see who you really are.”

19. "Hey, hey, it's okay. Breathe."

✩ Fluff

1. "I thought you left" "Nope, just making pancakes"

2. "I never want to let you go.”

3. "I can't believe you remembered that" "I remember everything about you"

4. "I'm so proud of you"

5. "Did you just call me sweetheart?"

6. "Take my affection before I choke you with it"

7. "Is it okay if I fall asleep here?"

8. "I can keep you company till you fall asleep"

9. "I can't imagine my life without you"

10. "You complete me"

11. "I'm counting down the days until I see you"

12. "I love your apartment" "Our apartment"

13. "Sorry for borrowing your clothes" "Dont be. You look great in them"

14. "One more kiss?"

15. "I'm so glad I met you"

16. "Can I try some of your food?" "Of course. Open wide"

17. "Thanks for believing in me"

✩ Horror(?)

1. "I want to know how you'll taste between my teeth."

2. "I can never get enough of you. I'll drink you down to the last sip."

3. "You look delicious. I won't stop until I've eaten every bite.”

4. “I'm going to engrave myself into your very being.”

5. "We won't stop until you're so covered in my scent, no one will dare touch you again.”

6. "Don't play with fire if you don't want to burn.”

7. "Don't complain now you did this to yourself.”

8. "You reap what you sow."

9. “This hurts me more than it hurts you.”

10. "Why are you acting like you don't know me?”

11. "Why are you running? I did this for you!"

12. “You don't need a job, baby. Your job is being mine.”

13. "You're better off without them anyway.”

14. “I removed the problem. You should be thanking me.”

15. “I would never hurt you. You know that, right?”

16. "Why are you scared?”

17. "You're the only reason worth living for.”

18. "Why would you want to leave? I'm keeping you here for your own good!”

19. "There's nothing left for you but me. Everyone else is gone."

20. "No one will ever find you here."

21. “If his filthy hands touch you again I'll kill him.”

22. "Shouldn't you be spending more time with me?”

23. "I can't control how I react when your eyes wander.”

24. “The truth would have just hurt you.”

25. "I'm not lying - I bent the truth a little to protect you."

26. "Don't you believe me?”

27. "I've done everything for you and this is how you repay me?”

28. "I can't eat, I can't sleep. You're all I can think about.”

29. "To my dying breath, I'll never let you go."

30. "I'll follow you to the ends of the earth. No matter where you run, I'll catch you.”

31. "Did you really think I wouldn't find you?”

Credits for the prompts @diety-prompts, @writeformesinpie and @creativepromptsforwriting

[gothmiqote]

aaa instead of your current glamours for xyz classes can i see ur ideal glamours for your mains (like if you could wear any armor you wanted without restrictions) vs the glamours you have on them usually?

i'll do you one better & take you on a wardrobe tour through the expansions uwu

ARR had a cute ponytail moment, & going forward you'll notice she pretty much stays consistent with both the colour palette and cuts of her clothes. she came into this knowing what she liked lmao. there's definitely shorts on under there, how much are they actually covering is very eh, though.

the start of heavensward aka 'everything is bad and nothing will ever be good again.' pretty much spent the entirety of this era looking like this. it's way more toned down/discreet than her typical vibe, partly because of the weather & partly because of the whole regicide accusation thing. best to avoid as much attention as possible, right? (of course, the weather wasn't enough to stop her from getting a small place in the empyreum later on. she finds the city itself pretty comfortable actually.)

dragonsong was where she ended up cutting the now-iconic bangs. a lot of boot-reusing occurs here--again, varha knows what she likes and knows what's comfortable. she's also a bit more climatized here & has gone back to her usual short shorts. turns out, everything could in fact be good again.

stormblood time! longer pants for a more practical look, still a bit (intentionally) lacking in the actual armour department. the leathers held up decently in the fight with zenos though, so that's something. that jacket is completely destroyed now lmao.

shadowbringers brought out the adoption of crystarium trends. it was colder than it looked over there, there was no way she was going to wear anything except a coat of some kind. did that mean we were going to cover the legs? not really; it apparently gives her a "bigger range of motion," if you believe her reasoning.

garlemald's weather was a different story. it is, in fact, stupidly cold up there.

thavnair's conditions were significantly more favourable, clearly. the boots even got shorter here too.

what can be said about sharlayan aside from a resounding 'it was fine'? like, apocalypse-avoiding bullshit politicking aside, it was just okay. she will not be vacationing there any time soon.

& finally, round of applause for everything in space for being the intersection between the best she's ever looked & worst she's ever felt. did she come home after this and collapse into a breakdown? yeah, but at least she looked hot while it happened.

maybe when i've played through 7.0 ill come back and add that to the timeline who knows

[atalienart]

I feel you so hard on the whole "what if my story sucks" thing, I know that other people saying it might be great usually doesn't help much because the issue comes from our own insecurities. I was never one to make up full stories in my head, or at least not ones that required any worldbuilding or planning, I just thought of my characters in daily life scenes lol. But I happened to have a dream with some of my characters in a very specific world setting, and that ignited a spark I guess, so I've been trying little by little to think about the whole story and how it works... I don't know what the fuck I'm doing or where the fuck I'm going with the story, I just get overwhelmed at some point because I feel like I barely make any sense. To be fair I am very inexperienced with making stories that make sense so it's nothing that I wasn't expecting lmao.

All this to say that writing is hard, I'm not even trying to write the story, I'm just trying to THINK about it, so I can't even imagine how complicated it might be to put everything into words with every chapter. I love reading your updates, they make me quite happy for some reason, I really enjoyed your creativity with your characters back when I found your art years ago, they inspired me a lot, and it hasn't changed one bit honestly. Sorry that I rambled a little, I just wanted to say that I appreciate you posting about your creative process even when it gets hard :).

Hugs! I'm sorry you doubt in your story too. I'm very familiar with the chaos of the first story, it's like handling fifty kittens at once xD What I found helpful was writing down the ideas, loose dialogues and facts and then working with all that. Thinking is way harder than writing, honestly. It's weird but when I actually started the first chapter the rest just set itself into place (still, the story needs tons of edits but whatever xD). Anyway, you'll figure it out! I think those little sparks of joy every time something works in your story are worth creating and writing it. You never know if it's good or bad but when you can read about your characters and record their adventures to get back to them later it's so satisfying. I hope you find a way in your mind labyrinth soon, I keep my fingers crossed. Also, thank you so much for the kind words!! ❤️ If you'd ever want to talk about your story with someone (because talking about it helps a lot with figuring stuff out) then drop me a line ;)

[crplpunkklavier]

I'm rereading Exorcism (now that its finished! yahoo) and I love Kitty Poes sm shes such an interesting characterrr would you wanna tell me about your process for developing her? ig I couldve DMed you but I myself love a chance to rant publicly so here you go lmao. I am unfortunately only on chapter 14 (though I got further than that last time) so if you wanna be spoilery just give me a warning and I'll read it later >:3c

kitty my best friend kitty

i think i can go over this without any spoilers past chapter 14! you have already seen her big arc and i am sooo happy people liked her <333

so! i've never mentioned this to anyone before, but kitty is a bit of a riff off of one of my oldest OCs. when i was about 18, i was big into katekyo hitman reborn, mostly because i was even bigger into organized crime as a general topic. catalena foggia was the youngest of four, and after a rival family took out her parents and all three of her older brothers (you know, the sort of backstory you give people as a teenager) she very grimly stepped up to the throne.

now whenever i need a female character with a "hello, i Run This Place" air about her, my mind goes to catalena, who of course was called cat by all her friends.

and i knew that i wanted a character like that as klavier's manager. generally, whenever i get to make OCs for my aa fics, i try to make most of them women if they aren't already implied to be men by canon like the rest of the gavinners, since aa refuses to have adult female characters that don't die. the gavinners started out as a bunch of teenage guys, the music industry is tough as nails, LA is horrible..... nobody but cat could've done it, man.

the whole dutch connection sort of happened on the fly. i knew i didn't want to call her catalena foggia, even if nobody but, like, the two irl friends i still have who knew me at 18 lol, knew of that oc. it was still important to me to differentiate, because this wasn't cat, this was a new oc who was very similar to and inspired by her. i remembered that kitty is a valid first name, so i went for that, because i like to think i'm funny. :^)

once you reach the end of exorcism, you'll find a little gdoc with bonus content i left in the end notes there, which among other things contains explanations for all the pun names i've used in the fic. including kitty's, but i'll reiterate here: the reason i stuck with a cat theme was that klavier gavin, in my mind, is absolutely a golden retriever, so i wanted to give him a manager/babysitter who is a cat. a big cat. kitty is short in stature, but i mention her lion's mane of hair often enough in the text, so, u know.

that's also part of what i wanted her to be. yeah, she had to be tough simply for the industry and for the fact that she was managing teenagers for a while, but i also knew that i wanted to give klavier friends, and people in his life who really care about him, and will stick with him through all this. kitty is lawfully loyal: if she doesn't agree with something, she has no trouble walking out, but once she actually takes to someone like she took to klavier, she will be fiercely protective. i never mentioned her age, but i imagined her in exorcism to be somewhere in her mid to late 40s. she's seasoned, she's experienced, she's capable - she's what klavier deserves!!! that's what i wanted. kristoph and daryan are so painfully incompetent, when it comes down to it. klavier needs people in his life who know what they're doing.

so, i wanted a big little lion lady for my dog boy. i sort of just clicked through my various dictionaries for a while looking up different cat terms in different languages to see if any of them sounded enough like a last name, and that's how i landed on poes. only after that did i decide to make the dutch conundrum A Thing.

thank you for asking about her <33333 enjoy the rest of the fic, feel free to keep me posted about ur reading experience too :3c

[lavenoon]

Imagining Dawn and Robin get called to separate day missions unexpectedly and both desperately claw to find valid excuses to slip away and do their job without being “that” person who leaves every social interaction

Anon your mind. It keeps happening, and they're both so preoccupied with their own social blunders they don't even notice the same thing happening with the other lmao

In fact, have a little drabble though be warned, it's been a while since I published some writing

Your phone chimes, that particular sound announcing work specifically, and there's a twitch in your easy smile as Sun tells you about his latest project. It's rude to interrupt him, you know that, but the urgency combined with his extensive explanation has you biting the bullet.

"No, yeah, a birdhouse for the garden sounds great! You don't need to ask, really, you rent it too and as long as it's nothing permanent, I don't really mind."

"Great!"

There's still a certain stiffness to him, and you fear you only worried him more with your rudeness as you watch him wring his hands.

"A birdhouse... Will surely liven up the place."

A soft hum from his pants - now his phone is going off, too. Faint as they are, you see his pupils flicker down, and jump on the chance.

"Do you want to -"

"Yes! Yes, could be urgent. You also?"

"Ah, yup, yes, didn't want to be rude -"

"Of course, yes, I won't be offended."

You manage a tight-lipped smile at the awkwardness, but then take out your phone to check the message.

Great. A spontaneous mission - your least favorite. Today was supposed to be your day off, too. You mutter some half-audible expletives under your breath, though you miss how Sun turns to look at you at that.

"Something bad?"

You jump, quickly turning off the screen and shoving the phone back into your pocket.

"Ah, no! I mean, uh, just something. With work, they, well, need me to come in. Unexpectedly."

Sun's smile may be permanent, but you can see his expression fall nonetheless. You try not to think about that too hard.

"They really shouldn't demand your time like that. Can you decline?"

Oh, if only he knew. You chuckle.

"Unfortunately no. It's okay though, really."

His frown tells you that he isn't convinced, so you scramble for a deflection.

"What about yours? Nothing bad either, I hope?"

Wrong move - the tension is back. Curse you and your fast mouth.

"... Also work, a slight... change of plans. Neutral, as far as changes go."

The curiosity really is killing you, but you're not sure the satisfaction would be enough to make up for the risk of having him ask for details, too. Sun is a good tenant, and you'd hate to lose him, for multiple reasons. So you'll simply have to live with the mystery. You'll get a birdhouse for your trouble, even.

You still need to exit this interaction stat though. Time waits for no one.

"Soo..."

You trail off with an awkward wince, and you swear Sun's hand (still holding his phone) twitches. As if noticing your look, he glances down at it before pocketing it again.

"I really don't mean to be rude -"

Yes, good, perfect.

"No, no, it's all good! Work's important, and all that!"

"I suppose you also have to get ready?"

"A-yup, might need to. Need to hurry, actually -"

"Well, don't let me keep you!"

Both of you fumble slightly, and the embarrassment at how clumsily you're handling this is almost enough to make you shrivel up right then and there. Your only saving grave is the fact that Sun struggles just as much, wringing his hands until you can hear them creak.

You take a step back towards your door, and he takes it as an excuse to take a step towards his door, too. He blindly reaches for the handle, but finds it immediately. You're not quite so lucky, and miss it on your first try.

"Good luck! I do hope that one coworker will leave you be!"

Oh, right, Dusk. You don't think you'll see him today, you don't think you've seen him during any of your day missions. That's a thought to pocket for later...

"Right! Same to you, hope things go smoothly! Looking forward to that birdhouse!"

By now the awkwardness is so palpable, you don't blame him for freezing. Your grin feels pretty stiff by now, too. You both duck further into your spaces, a tense chuckle shared between you.

"Quite, yes, I'll - I'll let you know when I finish."

"Bye!"

"Goodbye!"

Two doors click shut, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

Time for work.

[snailchasers-den]

Hello! I'm Snailchaser! Welcome to my Warrior Cats blog!

FINALLY MADE A PROPER TUMBLR. Most of this is just going to be me talking about my Warrior cats headcanons, ships, and probably reblogging stuff I like!

I write fanfics mostly on AO3 I'll probably also be using this blog to occasionally post about updates on those LMAO

Two paragraphs about me under the cut, sorry lol

I'm #1 hater of the Warriors family tree. You'll see me toss it out pretty often because it's stupid and makes everybody related, and that isn't my jam. Not a fan of it, hate near every ship being biologically related in some way due to background character #45 or the Erins just deciding later on for no reason, I don't strictly follow that nonsense to avoid that LMAO AUs and family tree corrections are rampant here, don't get on my ass about that.

I'll probably be flooding this blog with my rare pair and crackships, because that's my brand at this point LMAO I'm basically populating the SpottedTiger tag on AO3 all on my own, I'm pretty sure I straight up invented Redtail x Runningnose just because I find them interesting in an AU of mine, and I semi-ironically ship Crowfeather x Mothwing for some reason. I focus WAY more on the nebulous reimagining and interpretations of the characters in my brain than actual canon, if that's not your jam, I'm probably not for you and that's completely fine! Just don't go after me about different opinions, I'm just here to post my cat brainrot.