#Thrown to Wolves verse

[secret-engima]

Is there a specific tartan pattern for the Vitae? I suppose it wouldn't get used very much, they mostly go with their clan patterns. But. If they ever need to do an Official Thing specifically in their Role as a Vitae, they might choose to wear the tartan.

I... don't know honestly. Tartans are not something I'm great at.

@a-world-in-grey opinions?

[secret-engima]

@hamelin-born @a-world-in-grey

Honestly? I could see it. Or something similar to it yeah.

Might make a post later if I scrounge up more thoughts for this but atm I got nothing else to add.

So how exactly do Galahdians summon Ramuh. Because based on the way you write them I have this image of them just banging pots and pans together, shouting 'hey! old man! get down here, we need to talk to you.' Like the other Astrals are always talking about what rare, precious things they get in their offerings and Ramuh's just staring into the distance, a tear in his eye, going 'they used my name.'

Look, you know cat people? And how they feel so privileged when one of their cats deigns to be in the same room as them?

That’s Ramuh. He is basically the cat person of the Astrals and the Galahdians are the feral cats that he looks after.

The rest of the Astrals talk about the jewels and the prayers and shit that they get. They’re all very noble and snooty and proper. And then there’s Ramuh, who’s like “look at this behemoth corpse that a group of Galahdians dragged into one of my temples the other day! Isn’t it amazing?! Aren’t they amazing?! I have never been prouder of anyone in my life!” He is just so happy every time they use his name, he gushes about it and the way that they call him old man and does his absolute best to help his people because he loves them – look at how amazing they are.

Basically, Ramuh is just a complete dork (who may or may not be trolling the other Astrals).

As for summoning him – well, pots and pans are actually a very widely used method. Of course, there are people that prefer to go out during storms and scream at the sky, and those that love a good elaborate ritual that involves capturing some predator and giving it as an offering, but most people like the pots and pans method. (Look, summoning Ramuh is actually a bit of a giant joke to the Galahdians. Because he would totally turn up if you just said his name and is a bit of a pushover for his people – Ramuh has been invited to many a child’s tea party, which he has actually attended or sent gifts for – so they like to make everything as loud and funny as possible. Ramuh approves)

[calciumcryptid]

The KinnPorsche the Series core three ships headcanons but it is things about their relationships that surprise the rest of the cast.

KINNPORSCHE

KinnPorsche being into each other beyond sex is the main shocker. Obviously, sex is a huge component of their relationship, but it was never the only component. Every time anyone sees them on normal dates, there is a moment they do a double take.

For Kinn, it is him calming down his lifestyle for Porsche. Kinn was born with a platinum spoon in his mouth, and he utilized it to his full advantage throughout his life. The notion he'll abide by whatever lines Porsche establishes with what rich kid nonsense he'll put up with verses which rich kid nonsense he won't makes people think he is possessed the first couple of times they see it.

For Porsche, Kinn is his first genuine relationship so everyone is a little thrown by him acting like someone who is new to relationships. Porsche bribes the staff for information on Kinn's favorite things, favorite places. He tends to blush and giggle when talking about Kinn. He has a hard time with communication, establishing boundaries, and time management with his other relationships. Every time, people get a little surprised and amused this is the same Porsche as charming bartender Porsche.

KIMCHAY

KimChay going public with their relationship in the WiK space surprises a lot of people. After everything they've been through, Kim doesn't want Chay to be a dirty secret, and Chay figured it was better to reveal it on their own terms. Kim's idol persona does take a hit, but it recovers when it's clear Chay is staying around (besides, now that WiK has a consistent muse the release schedule becomes steadier).

For Kim, people are shocked by how peaceful Kim is with Chay. Kim was raised as an assassin, an enforcer, with harsh training and traumatic baggage. Whenever he is with Chay, it all seems to seep out of him as he melts into Chay's touch.

For Chay, people are startled by how intense Chay is about their relationship. He doesn't take slander to Kim kindly, even if he has hurt him in the past. If they are arguing behind closed doors, he'll back Kim up in public. After all, Kim has defended himself enough. Now, Chay is is here to do it for him.

VEGASPETE

In general, VegasPete's existence is enough of a shock on its own, but the main thing people are surprised by is how co-dependent they are. They were both lone wolves in their own ways before each other (Vegas never taking bodyguards with him, and Pete being a lot more closed off and fake with his colleagues). Now, you can barely see one without the other. In fact, seeing one alone is a warning sign because (best case scenario) the other one is probably around the corner or (worst case scenario) Thailand is about to burn.

For Vegas, him listening to Pete baffles a lot of people. Vegas is a schemer with control problems; however, Pete can tell him something won't work for xyz reason and Vegas won't bat an eye. It doesn't even have to be Vegas' plans, it can simply be the minor family needs more bodyguards or they don't have a specific type of cooking oil. Genuinely, someone could point out something and Pete could point out the same thing ten seconds later, yet only one of them is chewed up and spit back out for it.

For Pete, everyone's day was ruined when they realized he liked Vegas for his personality. They figured Pete defecting would be a short-term sexual thing, and Pete would be back once the glow wore off. The reality is Vegas will be an annoying know-it-all petty bitch, and Pete will stare at him with fond eyes. Vegas gets sopping wet and pathetic, and Pete is visibly turned on. The compound wishes it was a sex thing, as it would be easier to wrap their heads around it.

[merrybloomwrites]

When The Wolves Come Out (Chapter 5)

Story Summary: When Y/N gets hired to play drums for One Direction, the last thing she expects is to find herself as part of their pack. Especially since it seems that they don’t want her there. Only time will tell if they’ll accept her, or if the omega will have to deal with rejection from the others.

Chapter Summary: Things begin to shift between Y/N and her band mates, and she isn’t sure how to feel about the change.

Previous Chapters: one, two, three, four

Word Count: 1.7K

Tags/CW: omega verse, omega reader, alpha Harry, alpha Zayn, alpha Louis, beta Niall, beta Liam, poly, panic attack

AN: Thank you to everyone who reaches out about how they’re enjoying this series and what they want to see included. I love your ideas and though I do have an outline of how this will go, your feedback in definitely helping my shape the story!

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When you wake up the next morning you lay in bed for a while. The bus isn’t moving so you’ve likely already made it to the venue for tonight. You hear movement and voices from the kitchen so at least a couple of the boys are already awake. You have no desire to see any of them right now, but your rumbling stomach has other plans.

Slowly you drag yourself out of bed and head to the kitchen.

“Good morning,” Harry says with a smile.

“Morning,” you reply, curt but polite.

“Coffee or tea this morning?” Zayn asks.

This throws you off. Sure they’ve always been nice enough, but never have they offered to make you anything, even if they’re already making it for themselves.

“Tea, please,” you manage to squeak out. Still keeping an eye on the others, you sit on the bench. The three of you sit in awkward silence until the kettle boils, and Zayn pours three mugs of tea before placing them on the table. He adds a little bit of milk and sugar to one of the mugs and slides it over to you.

Cautiously, you take a small sip. You’re pretty particular about how you take your tea, and you’re shocked when it tastes just right.

“How did you know what to put in mine?” You ask.

Zayn looks confused for a moment and then replies, “I’m honestly not sure. Guess I’ve seen you make it and just remembered. Is it okay?”

“It’s perfect,” you answer, and Zayn smiles shyly, releasing pleased pheromones.

“Morning everyone!” Liam says as he cheerfully enters the room. “I feel like some real breakfast. Who’s hungry? Y/N, breakfast?”

You’re once again thrown off by being included so clearly, but you accept this offer. Just as Liam starts plating food, Niall and Louis join.

If Liam, Harry and Zayn’s attitudes towards you have changed overnight, so have Louis and Niall’s. But they seem to have gone the opposite way. There’s an air of guilt, and it seems the first three are trying to be nice to make up for the way they treated you, while the other two are distancing themselves even more.

All of this is confusing, both to you, and to your inner omega. All throughout breakfast you’re watching the boys, trying to figure out their next moves, and wondering if what happened last night really was a wake up call of some kind for them.

“I’ll get that for you,” Harry says when you’re finished, and he picks up your dishes and takes care of them.

“Thanks,” you say. “And thanks for the tea and breakfast. It was nice.”

Before anyone can say anything else, you get up and go back to your bunk. Your mind is swirling with what just happened. Sure, all you’ve wanted for months is them paying attention to you. You wanted to be included.

Instead you got rejected. Pushed aside like you didn’t matter. And it hurt. As much as you tried to hide it, or play off that you were fine, you were hurting. It made you sad to be so ostracized, and they caused your omega literal pain.

One meal with half of them being extra nice won’t fix this.

“Y/N,” you hear Liam say. Poking your head out you find him and Zayn standing in the aisle between bunks, and he says, “We were going to head out and hang in the park across the street for a bit. Wanna join?”

“No thanks. I could use a shower. Think I’ll head into the stadium early, probably better than the bus.” An honest and convenient excuse.

“Alright, see you later,” Zayn says and the two of them turn to leave. Once you’re sure they’re gone you grab your things and make your way into tonight’s venue. A staff member gives you directions and you head to the rooms set for the band to get ready.

Stadium showers aren’t ideal, but as expected, it’s better than showering on the bus. You spend the rest of the day before the concert with the backing band, and since there are multiple shows here you’re given a hotel room. It’s nice to have some distance from the boys for a couple of days.

This is how it goes for the next couple of weeks. You stay away from the boys as much as you can, but when you’re forced together on the bus, Harry, Zayn, and Liam do everything they can to try and include you. Niall and Louis remain distant.

You fear that it could cause a rift to form between them. On the drive from St. Louis to Chicago you overhear Harry ask, “Why are you still fighting this so hard?”

There’s silence for a moment, but then you hear Louis reply, “Honestly, I’m not even sure anymore. Maybe it’s a control thing. Like we didn’t get to choose her. They just chose for us.”

“But we can choose. Liam and Zayn and I, we all chose her.”

“But Simon sent her here. This is his plan.”

“And? Yea, it always sucks when he gets his way. But Y/N is a wonderful person. And you shouldn’t rule her out just to spite Simon,” Harry states.

It’s quiet for another minute, before Louis says, “I didn’t think of it that way. Didn’t realize that’s what I was doing. But I think you’re right. I’m fighting so hard so that Simon can’t win.”

“And hurting Y/N in the process.”

“I’ve been a terrible Alpha,” Louis says quietly, his voice full of regret.

“We’ve all been pretty terrible pack mates,” Harry adds.

“I promise to do better,” Louis says.

“What about Niall? He’s still pretty opposed,” Harry asks.

“I think Niall is following my lead. And he’s nervous that he’ll be pushed aside if he have a pack omega.”

“So we have to reassure him that won’t happen.”

“I’ll talk to him next time I get a chance,” Louis says.

There’s movement that sounds like them getting up, and you duck back into your bed so you don’t get caught eavesdropping. Once again your mind begins to swim with these revelations.

You understand Louis’ perspective, and you feel for him. It’s no secret that these boys have been controlled over the years, and it’s natural that they’d fight back to try and regain some of that control. But did you have to get caught in the crossfires?

And then you think about Niall. And you get his perspective as well. Probably more than Louis’. Because if another omega had joined the Jonas pack and taken some of the attention that had been yours for years, you’d have been upset too.

You mull things over a bit longer and decide that if they can make an effort to do better, you can try to forgive them.

So when they ask you to join them for a breakfast out the next morning, you reply yes without hesitation. Everyone’s being nice, though Niall is still keeping his distance and Louis is giving off uncomfortable vibes. You can tell that he’s thinking about his conversation with Harry and he’s trying to figure out how to act around you now.

Overall it’s a nice breakfast, and you finally start to feel like you fit in with the rest of them. A perfect show that night has you feeling on a high, and getting to sleep in a real bed at a hotel rounds out this great day.

The next morning you decide to head out into Chicago. There’s no show that night so your day is wide open. You’ve been to Chicago before so you’re not worried about going out alone.

What you didn’t account for is your recent rise in fame. When you toured with the Jonas Brothers you would get recognized. But people would just say hi, maybe ask for a photo, tell you how much they love the band.

You figured it would be the same now. But you’d underestimated the One Direction fan base. As you take your walk you notice some heads turn. Soon enough people are calling your name and saying hi, just like you’re used to.

But then the number of fans steadily grows, and before you know it you’re surrounded by people calling out, trying to get selfies, asking where the boys are, and getting way too close for comfort. You’re surrounded, and while you keep control of your expression, internally you’re struggling.

You begin to panic, and as you pick up on some strange alpha scents, your omega freaks out as well. Black spots swim in your vision and your heart begins to race. More and more voices add to the din, and you work on autopilot, saying you have a meeting you have to get to and gently pushing your way out of the crowd.

Quickly you make your way back to the hotel, and even though you’re away from everyone, you can’t shake the intense feelings that have settled in. You make it back to your floor of the hotel, and as you fight with your room key another door opens, causing you to jump.

“You alright?” Niall asks.

Despite your best efforts to tell him you’re okay, no sound comes out. You wonder why he’s swaying until you realize it’s you who’s unsteady.

“I need some help!” Niall calls when he realizes how serious this is.

“What’s wrong?” Liam asks as he rushes into the hall.

“I don’t know, I just found her like this. Is she dropping?”

“Shit, I think you’re right,” Liam says.

“Then doesn’t she need an alpha?”

“Yea, but Harry and Zayn are out,” Liam informs him.

Another door opens, and you look up to see Louis walking towards you, his gaze serious and intense. Without a word they betas move out of his way, and the alpha scoops you up bridal style. “You’re okay,” he says. “You’re safe here.”

And your world goes black.

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AN: Thank you for reading! I’d love to hear your feedback, and lmk anything you’d like to see in this story!

[unfaithd]

@singofus asked : Like a deer in the headlights he is caught in her gaze- unable to shamble away like he should. He knows he should. Kaos may have passed long ago but Erebus did not know if he was still watched. All this time he had seen Nyx only grow into motherhood and in beauty, and even now she was beautiful. Even when shocked and perhaps angry. "I...should go. I cannot..." Erebus was far older now, his hair pulled back in a ponytail and in his farmers apron. He did not look like the confident, sharply dressed young man Nyx had fallen for all those years ago. How he wanted to explain, but if there was even a chance this could harm her or her children...their children...he would not take it. As cowardly as that may seem. ⇢ nyx & erebus , mortal verse

athens  ,  204x  .

dark  painted  lips  part  ,  sable  brows  furrowing  in  alarm  and  disbelief  .  over  fifty  years  of  grief  and  sorrow  ,  brightened  by  shared  love  in  the  shape  of  their  children  ,  only  to  be  crushed  to  pulp  once  again  .  the  agony  of  being  a  new  mother  ,  barely  twenty  herself  ,  and  the  mangled  mess  beneath  the  bloodstained  sheet  ,  delivered  as  "  proof  "  when  her  hysterical  cries  couldn't  end  ,  wouldn't  end  .

(  a  casualty  of  the  war  ,  they  said  .  the  olympians  did  this  .  )

they  took  her  first  love  ,  the  father  of  her  child  ,  from  her  in  cruel  methods  that  made  her  unable  to  look  at  a  meat  cleaver  the  same  way  for  decades  to  come  .  her  parent  ,  khaos  ,  ordering  her  to  move  along  -  nyx  and  her  baby  charon  ,  slipping  away  into  the  night  .

landing  in  hekate's  care  .  living  there  for  years  ,  hekate  essentially  taking  over  the  raising  of  her  child  ,  for  the  grief  was  too  heavy  to  lift  .  nyx  cried  more  than  she  drank  ;  smoked  more  than  she  spoke  .  she  was  a  shell  ,  and  it  was  made  even  worse  by  the  fact  that  she'd  had  to  leave  everything  behind  . 

(  almost  everything  .  one  photo  of  them  and  their  newborn  in  the  hospital  ,  frantically  packed  in  her  bag  ,  and  her  wedding  ring  .  the  only  pieces  of  him  ,  aside  from  their  son  ,  that  she  could  claim  .  ) 

their  home  ,  abandoned  ,  in  the  north  of  the  country  ,  where  the  titans  had  limped  off  to  after  being  thrown  out  of  athens  .

and  now  nyx  ;  young  ,  grieving  ,  throwing  herself  to  the  wolves  ,  to  the  new  powers  that  be  .  if  she  could  not  live  with  her  love  in  the  periphery  ,  if  she  must  play  games  of  power  ,  she  would  find  POWER  in  any  way  she  could  .

the  grief  choked  her  ,  came  for  her  in  relentless  waves  as  she  climbed  the  ranks  ,  gained  the  trust  of  the  new  masters  of  athens  ,  schemed  when  she  could  and  killed  when  she  had  to  .  she  raised  her  baby  in  this  violence  ,  baptized  him  in  the  bloody  waters  of  parenthood  when  her  own  grief  was  too  far  along  ,  too  painstakingly  sharp  .  she  sought  to  fix  it  ,  sought  to  be  a  mother  again  .  a  reverse  post-partum  psychosis  ,  a  twisted  belief  before  conception  that  motherhood  would  fix  her  .

but  she  had  become  something  else  .  the  aching  gap  left  in  her  life  because  of  her  loss  had  left  her  ...  distant  .  and  when  the  twins  came  ,  they  resembled  their  father  .  so  she  let  their  brother  raise  them  ,  as  much  as  he  was  able  .

her  grief  swung  violently  between  two  poles  ,  between  unyielding  sadness  and  gruesome  rage  .  she  couldn't  do  anything  ,  would  sleep  in  her  office  to  avoid  the  questions  from  her  children  ,  to  avoid  the  guilt  of  seeing  her  son  raising  his  siblings  .  she  turned  away  from  the  reality  of  the  situation  ,  surrounded  by  walking  talking  memories  of  the  man  she  had  loved  .

(  in  her  rage  ,  she  claimed  lives  .  she  missed  the  bullets  that  missed  her  .  )

as  they  grew  ,  became  adults  and  employees  of  the  FAMILY  –  as  they  ,  too  ,  secured  their  own  power  –  she  began  to  slip  back  into  numbness  .  the  ever  aching  pain  grew  and  grew  –  a  threat  that  they  would  leave  her  as  their  father  had  ,  that  she  would  be  left  alone  . 

(  kneeling  ,  one  hand  pressed  to  the  earth  ,  the  other  holding  her  child  to  her  ,  sobbing  over  the  buried  body  of  the  only  man  she  ever  loved  ,  freshly  twenty  ,  freshly  his  ,  freshly  no  one's  .

how  could  they  do  this  ?  she  wondered  .  how  could  they  take  something  so  precious  and  kill  without  remorse  ?

she  would  find  out  .  but  she  would  never  find  his  killer  .  )

she  remembers  receiving  the  news  of  khaos  dying  ,  and  feeling  nothing  about  it  .

the  numbness  drove  her  to  cope  the  way  she  had  before  :  securing  POWER  .

and  when  their  children  turned  their  backs  on  her  ,  she  lost  erebus  for  a  second  time  .

that  part  of  her  had  yet  to  heal  .  the  grief  kept  the  wound  oozing  ,  raw  ,  inflamed  ;  painful  to  the  slightest  touch  .

hekate  and  her  girls  ...  they  had  done  what  they  could  .  they  had  given  her  love  and  support  when  she  herself  couldn't  bear  to  accept  it  ,  much  less  return  it  .  they  had  given  her  a  home  away  from  the  corpse  of  the  life  she  once  had  .  she  had  been  saved  .

she  was  able  to  be  a  mother  again  ,  able  to  be  a  wife  and  co-conspirator  again  .  she  was  able  to  slip  into  the  roles  she'd  always  wanted  to  have  .  she  could  put  down  the  force  she'd  become  .

and  here  ,  now  ,  standing  before  her  –  the  very  sight  she'd  once  fallen  asleep  to  dreaming  about  ,  them  old  and  grey  ,  together  ,  visiting  their  children  .  and  everything  ,  the  years  of  grief  and  anger  and  anguish  ,  all  rise  to  swallow  her  .

she  stares  at  him  ,  makes  a  fist  with  her  hand  ,  manicured  nails  digging  into  her  palm  .  the  pain  doesn't  make  him  go  away  . 

he  is  real  . 

he  is  real  and  he  is  trying  to  escape  .

"  you  will  ,  "  she  replies  ,  her  voice  between  a  plea  and  an  order  .  she  steps  closer  ,  herself  far  from  the  young  woman  he  had  noticed  at  galas  and  parties  decades  ago  .  the  woman  before  him  now  wears  a  ring  to  another  love  ,  with  six  children  who  claim  her  as  mother  .  the  woman  before  him  now  is  also  rapidly  remembering  all  the  pain  she'd  gone  through  –  all  the  decisions  she'd  made  –  for  a  dead  man  who  wasn't  even  dead  .

"  you  will  stay  .  and  you....you  –  "  she  swallows  ,  unable  to  think  .  "  you're  alive  ?  "

[grossdyke]

please more about regcissy getting married because narcissa is pregnant!!! it’d be such a scandal

so i feel like the natural course of action, once sirius is disowned, is to just pass bellatrix down to regulus. which is what happens in the bellareg marriage au. i truly don’t think age gap marriages are uncommon in pureblood culture.. similar to how katherine of aragon was passed down to henry viii after arthur, his brother + her intended, died. they simply couldnt pull back on the marriage / the match was too important. so despite her being 5 or 6 years his senior they still married, because it was the best course of action. and thats how i see the bellareg situation, that reg is now heir but that doesn’t change anything, and bella will be his bride.

but considering the, in this verse, regcissa affair that started when they were very young, going from just being weirdly intimate and a bit codependant due to exclusion (being the youngest, bella + sirius being obsessed with each other, andy having her own thing going on), into finally becoming an actual physical relationship, what if she gets pregnant!!!! maybe right around the time sirius is disowned.. and honestly, it’s the 70s and they’re repressed pureblood teenagers/young adults… i don’t think either of them would know about abortions or consider one as a possibility if they did. abortions, of course, are very frowned upon in pureblood culture. though obviously they still happen all the time whenever a married mad knocks up one of his illicit young lovers. anyway! besides the point! i think narcissa is atleast two or three months pregnant when sirius is disowned + she’s panicking!!! she’s ruined, doomed, will be cast out like sirius, a shame to her family, tainting the black name. she’s going to give birth to a bastard child and thrown to the wolves when her mother finds out!!

except, there’s one thing that can save her + save them (the blacks) from not being a laughing stock. she could marry regulus instead. it’s literally the perfect solution to all their problems. she’s still a black, just like bella, and they have nothing to lose by exchanging bella for narcissa. though i think this is the point of no return for the sisters. bella feels so unbelievably betrayed by andy, sirius, her parents, and finally by narcissa. she’s been entirely abandoned and left to fend for herself, and if she marries she’ll no longer be a black. her only two options are to take another mans name or to become a spinster. it’s not like she’s very desirable anymore, apart from her name. she’s nearing thirty, past her prime, and almost too old (obviously not, but by 70s pureblood standards) to have chileren/produce an heir. my girl had everything she ever wanted and was left with nothing. and it’s andy’s and sirius’ faul for setting off the chain of events… i’d kill him + andy’s daughter too….

[fuckyeahmhawkefenris]

Alternate Universe - anything NOT set in canon Thedas verse

WildWestAU - cowboys, western theme

CircleAU - templar Fenris, Circle mage Hawke

MermaidAU

VampireAU

WerewolfAU

CreatureAU - even more fantastical universe with other mythical creatures

Modern AU

Coffee Black

Wicked Grace

NerdAU - anything that has to do with internet, tumblr, gaming etc

OfficeAU

SchoolAU - highschool, college and whatever

LawEnforcementAU - cops, detectives, FBI etc

GangAU

Animal theme - mostly about hawks and wolves

 LadyhawkAU - not necessarily related to the film: Fenris and Hawke shapeshift into a wolf and a hawk

 Fenpaca

 Hawkepaca

Crossover - when elements from other existing fictional worlds are borrowed in any form

 Hawkules

 Fenpunzel

RoyaltyAU - one or both is of royal origin

Tevinter AU - set in Tevinter either post game or as a prequel

VictorianAU

Youth - speculations about their childhood, fanon/canon thrown together

All the Other AUs

Emoji Challenge

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Third Wheel Challenge

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[hcmoanima]

Main Verses

⌗ route 0. ﹙ thrown to the wolves. ﹚

tba. the route i am currently on is probably going to be the main one. it is listen as current route in my muse page

Route Based

⌗ retsnom. ﹙ i killed them... ﹚

⌗ me. ﹙ there's someone in my head but it's not me. ﹚

Ending Based

⌗ howdy neighbor. ﹙ a lack of faith. ﹚/ based on the ending of the coming of age route where takumi loses the trust of the team due to his lies. he has to either regain it or succumb to despair.

⌗ together forever. ﹙ you'll never be alone again ﹚/ based on the ending of the multiple eitos route.

⌗ eternal hate﹙ ruiner﹚/ based on the ending of the multiple eitos route where Takumi destroys the SDU

Total AU

⌗ together forever still﹙ a redo won't save you ﹚/ following off the together forever ending. takumi manages to start again only to find eito still in his head.

Private Verses

⌗ third scenario. ﹙ this story is over ; i ripped out the end ﹚/ with @/righteouseyes

Crossover Verses

Danganronpa Verse tba

Danganronpa V3 Verse tba

Persona Verse

Persona 3 verse tba

Persona 5 verse tba

[forgedroyalseal]

Hellhound

Part One

Hellhound.

That’s what the townsfolk had called the beast that lurked in the shadows of Seacliff. The innkeeper claimed that it could imitate the cry of a baby, a tactic it used to lure people from the safety of their homes and into its waiting jaws. Several farmers told him that it didn’t just pray on sheep and goats, but on foals and calves as well. Will had overheard a group of schoolchildren whispering stories about the demon dog that stalked the shoreline once the sun set. Half wolf, half devil. A monster with glowing red eyes and blood stained teeth. Will had always chalked it up as an overgrown superstition. A ghost story. Until he hear the howl.

Will couldn’t sleep. But these days, he almost never could. Seacliff’s winters were milder than Redmont’s but instead of snow, winter brought violet, booming storms. Waves crashed against the cliffs like stones, shaking the island itself. Rain poured from the heavens so hard, that in the morning, after the storm had passed, the earth would be torn up, branches ripped from trees and thrown across fields. And while Will was grateful that it rarely became cold enough for the rain to turn to ice, the thunderous noise of the storms echoed in Will’s mind, rummaging around until it found the memories he so desperately tried to drown. Memories of teetering on waves so tall they made him feel as though he was floating on a child’s bath toy rather than a massive Skandian ship. Memories of relentless rain, of being soaked to the bone, of forgetting what it felt like to be dry and warm and safe. Even now, years later, the mere sound of crashing waves made his stomach roll and flip, just as it had on the journey to Skandia.

So on nights like tonight, with it raining so heavy Will was certain it would never stop, he tossed and turned in his sheets like that ship in that storm. The sound of the wind and rain was deafening, only interrupted by the roaring thunder that preceded each shock of lightning. Will had laid awake through each and every storm since his arrival in Seacliff, and he was well versed in the crashing symphony that was playing. So when he heard a deep, desperate howl break through, he noticed. He sat up in his bed, white sheets pooling around his waist. There it was again, a howl so loud it somehow cut through the storm. His first thought was wolves, not that he’d ever seen one in Seacliff, but there was something distinctly different to this howl than that of the ones he’s heard from wolves. It was haunting and lonely and with a pathetic realization, it occurred to Will that it was what he imagined his heart would sound like on nights like this if it could speak.

Will shook his head at the thought. He’d spent too many nights awake and alone, it was making him morose. He pulled himself out of bed, covering his bare torso with the shirt that had been discarded on the floor earlier in the evening. Opening the door, he looked out into the black night, eyes searching for the source of the howl. The last thing he wanted to do was to leave the safety and relative warmth of his cabin, but Will could only assumed that whatever poor creature was out there, also didn’t want to be where it was.

“Right then, come on out.” He shouted into the storm. Another howl. “I bet you don’t want to be out here any more than I do,” He yelled, the wind swallowing his words, “so just take cover on the porch.”

He waited, questioning whether or not this was proof that he’s officially lost it. Wasn’t this a sign of madness? Shouting out to the wind and expecting a response. Just as he was about to give up, a pair of shining eyes appeared in the darkness. “Hi there.” Will said gently, praying he wasn’t about to be mauled to death by whatever mysterious beast roamed the cliffs. Gilan would never let him live it down, dead or not.

A flash of lightning illuminated sky, and Will got his first look at the animal in front of him. It was far more dog than beast, though it’s skinny legs seemed endless. It wore a matted cloak of wiry, soot gray fur, a dirty patch on its chest that at one point was probably white. Another rumble of thunder drew out a pitiful whimper from dog, who cowered its head and trembled.

“Oh you poor thing. Come on, it’s ok.” Will crouched down and slowly extended his hand. After a bit of cooing and soft words, the dog finally nudged its head against his palm.

“You’re freezing, buddy. Let’s get you warmed up.” Will shifts back, still crouching, until he’s past the doorway of the cabin. The dog hesitantly follows, its tail tucked firmly between its legs.

Once inside, Will made quick work of finding water and some scraps to feed the dog, then set them down beside the fire in the dishes he had used for Shadow. The dog however, stayed shaking by the door, eyes darting nervously back and forth.

“Right, let’s get you warm first then.” Will grabbed the quilt from the back of the sofa and carefully placed it over the dog. He rubbed down its back, drying it the best he could. In his effort to help bring some warmth back to the dog, he examined it for any injuries, but found none. He did a quick check and patted the dog on its head, who responded with a slight wag of its whip-like tail.

“That’s a good boy. You’ll need a proper bath, but that can wait.” Will stepped back, and decide it was best to let the dog set the pace of the evening. Will walked over and collapsed on the sofa, the cold and lack of sleep crashing into him all at once. He let his eyes droop, but stayed awake. Seconds later there was a quiet clicking of nails from the door the dishes on the floor. Will smiled to himself and kept his eyes shut. Soon enough, he heard more shuffling, then a cold, wet nose was pressing itself against his cheek. He cracked an eye open and smiled at the dog that was face to face with him. He patted at the space beside him on the couch.

“I think we should both try and get some sleep. Dawn will be here before we know it.”

The dog gingerly stepped onto the sofa, circled twice, then plopped down, resting its massive head onto Will’s chest, right above his heart. Will began rubbing patterns into the fur between the dog’s eyes, and soon the calming motion had lulled them both to sleep.

A/N: inspiration for the dog below (yes, it’s an Irish Wolfhound)

[dprian-notes]

So who is Hybrid?

DISCLAIMER again! These are just my thoughts and theories, please do comment with your own ideas, it would be so helpful in figuring out the story Christian is telling.

From what I saw on Christian's Insta live and the music video for LIMBO, it looks like Hybrid is most likely the in-between of Mito and Insanity. The transition from one character to the next. Christian did outright say this in his live, but it is interesting the way he depicts the change in LIMBO's music video.

In the first scene of the mv we see a shirtless character, and from what I know and in my opinion I believe this is Hybrid. It switches scenes rapidly but in them I believe we see a shot of Mito as well. The character that seems to be Hybrid wears a striped suit with a red or purple tie, which I think would tie Mito and Insanity together. You can also see faint makeup that resembles Insanity's. The scenes constantly switch between color and monotone, which would also resemble both characters. I haven't yet noticed Mito's signature grey eye, but there is a scene in which we see the character's eyes change between orange and blue. I'm still pondering over what that could mean, but right now it also seems to tie into the transition between the characters.

I also found it interesting when the outfit slowly switches from plain black, to a black suit with purple or red. We know that Mito is mostly dark colors and Insanity is the complete opposite of that - him having many bright colors to his outfit and makeup, but the most noticeable color is the purple suit.

Christian made an important point in one of his lives, saying that the wolf is very symbolic to Insanity. I found it interesting that a verse of the lyrics is "throw me to the wolves, it's where I belong". Also, at 2:03 in the music video we can hear a wolf's howl. This sets off a scene of chaos in the room, papers are thrown and the character seems to be struggling or fighting something. I think that this point is the beginning of the transition to Insanity. It would make sense for it to look painful and for Mito/Hybrid to put up a fight as they go more insane.

The end of the music video is what caught my eye the most. There is a change from Hybrid to Insanity, as he sits on the bed looking at his hands. This is the exact scene from the Don't Go Insane music video, which leads me to believe that this song/album (since we don't know how many songs will be released or how many of them will pertain to Hybrid) is a prequel to Dear Insanity.

The end scene for LIMBO is the beginning (after the initial credits) of Don't Go Insane. The music video for Don't Go Insane even shows a character to the likes of Hybrid in the same position on the bed at the end of LIMBO! One of the beginning verses in Don't Go Insane mentions wolves as well: "Oh bless my heart, when the wolves take me away".

This seems to make it more likely what I said before, that LIMBO is the prequel to Dear Insanity, but like I've said, these are just my theories.

Below is a screenshot from the end of LIMBO:

And then here is two shots from the beginning of Don't Go Insane:

Here we can see what looks to be Hybrid, as he has the same outfit as in LIMBO and is in the same struggle. The second picture is the very next scene in Don't Go Insane. He is in the exact same position that LIMBO ended in.

I hope this all makes sense, I'm planning on trying to go through Dear Insanity and write about what I think the story is through that album, but it may be a bit :).

[salvatoraesmoved]

okay but speaking as someone who lives for and loves crossover ships (be they canon/oc or just canon muses from different source materials): please tell me more about salvacooper and fabratore, pls & thx <3

a glorious question !!! i'll take any opportunity to gush about these two ships !! i'm gonna start with fabratore because i have a lot more to say on salvacooper lol. there's just a lot that goes into them heh.

so, fabratore is a ship between stefan & miss quinn fabray ( written by miss caroline, @alchaemy ) it started off with caroline making a tvd verse for quinn, where she's a cheerleader & eventually turns into a vampire. i can't remember how she turned, you'd have to ask care lol but stef ends up helping her with her transition & they fall sooo in love. she pulls him out of his shell a lot, she helps him not be broody as often & he stays on the football team unlike in canon when he quits or i guess he never really quit but after mr. tanner died ( thanks damon 🙄 ) i don't recall them getting a new coach but we can pretend in this version. they're the couple who is together all throughout high school, the lowkey jock couple even though stef isn't really a jock in his eyes. so cute & mostly pure while she also deals with being a baby vamp. we've had them since i wanna say 2017 / 2018 ? & i just love them so much ...

now, salvacooper is our favorite ship together, our most developed, multiple - verses for them. ugh. so i apologize because this is gonna get long. salvacooper is stefan & miss betty cooper ( taken out of riverdale & put into tvd / the hundred ) betty is both of our favorite character in RD so when care decided to pick her up, we of course wanted to build a ship with them, but little did we know how much we'd do. betty has full verses for tvd, the 100 & legacies that we have ships for them. also one of our mutual friends is a genuine stan of them & she used to freak out about them & read our threads back in the day lol. under the cut is what i can remember of our verses for them, you don't have to read them of course but i figured i'd give the details <3

in the tvd verse, we have a version where betty is a wolf hunter who runs into klaus and stefan when they're hunting for wolves. klaus finds her but assumes she's a wolf & kills her to turn her into hybrid, little did he know she wasn't a wolf. & right when she wakes up, she's in a cabin, stefan with her & helps her & keeps her safe from klaus. they eventually fall in love while he's helping her be a new vampire ( just like he helps quinn lol ) another version we have is, betty is a wolf hunter in mystic falls, she meets stefan, they start dating, fall for each other & then she catches him drinking the blood bags in the salvatore basement, & that's how she finds out he's a vampire. they eventually work through it, and she once again turns into a vampire but again i can't remember how for this time.

the hundred ... ( if you haven't seen the show, i'm sorry if this makes no sense hgufjoi ) this verse for them is our most tragic & most developed verse for them. they met when everyone was still on the ark, but they didn't talk much. & then everyone went to the ground, they ended up becoming close, they fell in love QUICKLY, never left each others side until s2 & then other shit happens. fast forward to when everyone's down under the bunker, a year of them being in the bunker happens, stefan gets sick. he's sick as if it's like the flu in this universe. betty working at their med bay, steals some medicine for him even though he told her not to. a couple days pass, he starts to feel better but not enough to be okay. a couple more days pass, betty was caught for stealing the meds & would now have to be thrown into the pit ( a fighting pit where criminals or people found guilty would have to fight to the death, only one left standing ) the night before betty had to go into the pit, stefan proposed. as a hopes that she would somehow get out of this. the day comes, stefan wakes up to an empty room. betty was down at the arena where the pit is. he rushes ( slowly, was still weak from being sick ) he makes it there, was being held back by one of the guards, not allowed to go down to see her. he has to watch her fight in the audience like the rest of the people, however he was being held back tightly because they knew he'd run down to her. eventually, the guard is too busy paying attention to the fight and stefan gets free. he rushes down to the arena, when he finally gets there betty was stabbed in the abdomen by one of the fighters. stefan screams out, he makes it into the pit. she's bleeding out, he pulls her into his lap, she ends up dying in his arms. needless to say, he doesn't get past it. he wears her blood stained scrunchie on his wrist every day after that. there's a post somewhere where i wrote his pov of her death, could find that if you wanna see it ! lol but it's tragic.

legacies, this one we don't have too much of but as you know, in my legacies verse stefan comes back to life in a different body. after being dead for 13 years, he's a baby witch, yadda yadda. betty is a teacher at the salvatore school, they end up reuniting and she at first can't believe it's him because of the new body but they make their way back to each other.

then we have a simpler tvd universe verse where they do end up getting married, having a life together & all that good stuff. <3 i don't recall her being a vampire for this one either.

and one more in the tvd universe that's not fully developed but we have a throuple type situation with one of @prophecey 's muses ( harry bingham ) where the three of them work out a lil situation. since they both love stefan so much heh. harry is another major crossover ship i have for him. care's betty & kt's harry are two of the few exclusives i have for canon muses bc i can't / won't see myself writing / shipping with other versions of either !

so yes, that is a big chunk of the salvacooper lore lol, i'm definitely missing pieces to their tvd verses but i adore and appreciate the question ! i could truly ramble about them & fabratore forever. thank you lovely !!! i apologize for how long this got ahhhh

[foreverisntenough]

you're on, and you're going fifth" for penalties and Trent's talking about manifestation?... NO, hun, you're getting fucked over!

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exactly!!! the fact that he didn’t realise this makes me so sad. like yes of course it worked in his favour but at the same time he was thrown to the wolves for the protection of other players. it wasn’t fair.

i loved your analysis and agree. no matter how strong you are, there’s not a chance in hell you go through what he went through in late 2022 with the media and not get essentially traumatised from it (as much as he is adamant that those times weren’t “dark” for him). the only people that have protected him have been klopp and liverpool fans, period, but on a large scale even that makes little to no difference.

I feel like he does know...

Let me be a little bit more parasocial about this. I really don't think Trent's dumb, but I also don't think his personality type fits his environment.

Sometimes people's emotions get really disregulated and I think he has had his emotions invalidated. And I don't mean that in like 'he can't control his emotions' I mean identifying and understanding his own emotions correctly. So much of his life is defined my performance results. If he won or if he lost. Everything in between isn't talked about. (sure, at home maybe, but even so)

Now, I don't know this man but let me just give you my opinion from an outside perspective as someone who has followed his career, and has watched him for years in turn...

I truly believe he's a reserved, introverted person; he's quiet, laidback, likes time alone. And that doesn't mean he doesn't like his people, or going out, doing things, but he very clearly has stated this. He likes to be alone. There's the Therabody video where he's like "I need to be alone after matches" or just recently Mo was like "well Tent can be moody and quiet so he usually listens while Andy talks." Also, he's notoriously cliquey, and I think it's a safeguarding thing; people he can be comfortable with and feel protected with.

He doesn't have a great attention span, he's very fidgety; like licking his lips, pulling his sleeves over his hands, but I think it's because he's very attuned to his surroundings. You can see he's very "aware" even in the style at which he plays. He's also very meticulous when it comes to "fitting in."

He's very good with people, people always say how polite he is, he's very keen to "please" others. But in my opinion, he's had to do this. It's just human preservation, this is 0 shade to him. It's life conditioning. We all do it, some though, more extreme than others.

And then you take someone who, even with all the travel of playing football for a big club, he still hasn't had to leave his home town, he had grown up in Melwood, a place he lived 10 minutes from, and becoming an adult was what? When they moved to AXA and he got his own house probably 30 min max from his family, and drove himself there? Like, nothing changed environmentally for him. Same manager, same family, same friends, same surroundings. (And I'm not saying he's not well versed in the world)

I know with playing football he's not "home" often but consider something like, birthdays. He's said, he rarely gets to spend his birthday with his family and as hard as that probably is, he also has the continuity of knowing that it has been like that since he was in his early teens. He's comfortable with that because every time, he's had the same people around him for that, in the same places.

So with all that said, at 18 you take someone whose a clear creature of comfort, thrust him into this spotlight where he knows nothing, the only thing he can do is rely on the people around him, fall to this "PR," what people have told him, he's supposed to say, what to do, where to go. The reason imo he even goes to LA is simply because Dele and Jesse Lingard used to go. He is looking to follow suit for safety. I'm sure he likes it, yeah it's fun, but he's said, he also likes the anonymity of going to America.

And I think for an innately reserved person, his body is constantly in abnormally high intensity, and highly spectated situations. It's not "normal" for a human being to know that almost 12 million people are looking at you, and to be able to manage that. That's not what humans were built to endure.

Sometimes I've seen people say in his demeanor he looks rude or he's disinterested, and while, sure maybe that's true some times and it could be down to his resting face, I think often it looks to me like an innate response, his body is telling him "I don't like this, I don't like this." And he's telling himself, yes do because his mind is very hell bent that he does like "this." And those things can coexist but it's very evidently not addressed. It's incredibly invalidating to do that to yourself but also incredibly common.

I think he’s a highly sensitive person. It’s a trait not 'sensitive' just as an adjective. Some key markers 1.He notices everything, he processes information so well. When he speaks you can hear it.  2. He needs or likes down time. After big exertions, he wants to just chill at home.  (I’m going off what he says he does ) 3. He has high intensity emotions, like he is the worst loser… but he also is the worst winner. 4. He’s really doesn’t like to be made fun of. He seems to worry so much about perception and in addition to that he will not let himself get embarrassed, it’s too vulnerable. 5. He's really empathetic to others. He's very close with his family, he created the after academy after seeing what happened to people around him after not making it.

So whether it's "PR" or it's his surroundings, constantly being around groups of boys that are all incredibly likeminded, he has to cling to one of those things and follow suit. It's the only way through all this.

I kid you not, before any footballer's interview, save some, as long as it's in english I could probably tell you exactly what they're going to say. I know what Trent will say in every interview now because it's a script. It's a script he can't stray from.

This isn't to say he lacks personality, I think he does have a personality, and there are so many people, players, staff, friends and family members that have spoken about how lovable and amazing he is. But I think he's stripped of a sense of self when he's in front of a camera now.

All this to say, with everything stacked against him as is, as far as his England NT career, he can't say shit about SG. In his opinion, it was safest not to.

These players can say it doesn't affect them, and to a degree, I'm sure that's true, but at a higher level, I think it's because they don't know it affects them and their environments are telling them, "It doesn't affect you," "it doesn't matter," "block it out," "just don't read it."

When in reality... This is a human being and not only that. He was 18 YEARS OLD in a champions league final. Your brain is not fully developed, not until your mid-to-late 20s... and he just turned 26 so tell me this person is not dealing with some sort of hurt about the possibility of the one constant in his life, the thing keeping him tethered to the comfort of his community, not caring about him- letting him go for free. He's not betraying them! They've betrayed him.

I'm sure there's a big part of him that is excited and wants to go to Madrid, he'll do great but as a young person, there must be equal amount of fear and sadness about leaving his home.

I really feel like in 20 years time we will have documentaries about the mental health of these players. It's so scary and sad to me and so that's why all of this is so insane to me.

Is this over analytical? Yes, massively. Is it boarderline delusional? Also yes. I know I don't know this man! Even so, I still feel like a lot of this is so obviously out in the open. But like many athletes, he's merely a walking money sign to media, to clubs, and sadly, to a lot of people.

End of, I just have a lot of empathy for him, because I think he carries a lot, whether or not he acknowledges it's there or not.

Like I said, I don't know him, this all very well could roll off his back and he be completely okay. And for him, I honestly hope that's the case.

[fullyarmoredbattlesturgeon]

Could I have some resources please on the claim that under anarchism, disabled people would have no aid, especially insulin, etc. I'm an aspiring anarchist but I hear anti anarchists say this stuff and cannot find anything to rebutt their claims or proof of it! I want to be an anarchist, but I do not want disabled people such as myself to suffer under it if that's a true claim

here's a really good all-rounder for you, with sections on both disability and healthcare.

that's such an alien thought to me these days because so many of the anarchists i know are disabled, guess i forgot that there's people out there that think like that.

i gave ya a link, but im gonna share some of my own thoughts anyways.

the thing (that most of us(looking at you, ancaps)) are fighting for is explicitly a society built around mutual aid and accessibility for all.

why would we stop caring and providing for those around us, without the state telling us to?

if the state goes away, my mom and i will still mow and clean up my blind neighbor's lawn and shovel part of his sidewalk. If the state goes away, my sister is still going to watch the dog for our other neighbor who's a busy single mother and can't always be around. if the state goes away, i'm still going to be looking out for my houseless friends and trying to get them whatever help or support they need.

if that can be true on a personal level, why can't it be true on a organizational and professional level? would doctors magically stop being doctors? would people stop making prosthetics and mobility aids?

so why would insulin suddenly dissappear overnight?

does the president like, secrete it, or something?

no, it's made by relatively normal people who make it because it's their job to make it. in a more horizontally organized society, the only thing that would really change is that their workplace would be democratized, and in the context of a gift economy (or something similar) the insulin would be seen not as a product, but something to be given, just as food or water would be.

"from each according to their ability, to each according to their need", right?

care is not something magically handed down from the heavens, it is something that people *do*.

*we* care for us, and to some extent or another, we always have.

how that care is *organized* though, is a political question, and this is what anarchism seeks to change - under capitalism, care is generally something that you either have to pay for, is handed down through "charity", or is controlled and parceled out by the state.

authoritarian communists want to hand everything over to the state, and simply assume that the state will care for us once it controls everything. that nationalization is an unalloyed good, simply because the state ain't the bosses - making it inherently good since the bosses are inherently bad.

on the other hand, a lot of people have this stereotype of anarchists as unorganized, rowdy bandits - but it's not that anarchists don't believe in organization, rather we believe that we should organize as horizontally, freely and democratically that we can. that is to say, anarchists tend to be... less *optimistic* about depending solely on the good graces of an all-powerful state, regardless of what 'flavor' that power comes in.

we take care of us, right?

well, except for ancaps i guess, they think that everyone should just be thrown to the wolves. it's no wonder why everyone thinks the ancaps are clowns.

bit rambly, but hope that helps. this isn't exactly something I'm well-versed in, but even i can defend against arguments as simple as this.

oh and hey, thanks for asking! hope ya have a nice day.

[founderscouncil]

plots pls for regina( with hope, klaus, anyone?); mia/finch; coda/lottie

send me “plots please” and I’ll respond with  3  (or more)  interesting  plots / relationships / connections  I can think of for our muses! 

regina and klaus - they probably have a lot to talk about as people willing to play the villain in other people's stories, but are often not given much credit for having become such a villain due to the actions of their parents. regina with cora and klaus with mikael has a number of parallels, most strikingly the constant degradation and derision that they're weak, powerless, etc. they've both been hardened by life and both have done awful and unforgivable things, but they also probably could connect on their attempts to do good and be better, only to have their pasts thrown into their face

regina and hope - okay we could go one of two ways with this: a standard canon-esque relationship where regina sees hope very similar to henry (and emma). she's a child that serves as the lynchpin to the story, and she's remarkable in every way. in many ways, hope has exactly what regina wants, which is to maintain immortality without having to give up her magic. however, especially in a post-henry world (which is almost always how i'll play regina), she's not going to be as willing to harm a random child, even for her own gains. if anything, i can see her offering herself up as a resource for hope, to teach her some of the lost magic that she knows or expertise in dark objects (or teach her how to do the heart spell idk); ALTERNATIVELY we could do pre-evil queen regina who still believes in love and idk maybe instead of getting promised to some creepy old king, she gets promised to the tribrid and they have to deal with arranged marriage bs

regina and bellatrix - LISTEN I JUST NEED THE HOT EVIL MAGIC MILFS PLEASE

mia and finch #1 - pre-finch's appearance in canon, mia, loren and flori go to the grill and get seated in finch's section. loren and flori make fun of how red mia gets when finch flirts with her

mia and finch #2 - as an alternative to josie finding finch when she transfers to mfhs, i find it pretty hard to believe that there's an untrained werewolf under the noses of the school for longer than a few months and it seems like finch has been doing things for at least a year (since she was around when maya was in town), maybe a verse where mia finds finch, maybe fairly soon after she's brought to the school? finch is living the life that mia was just rescued from, on her own, while also trying to go to high school. it'd be a far less traumatic way for her to be introduced to the world of the supernatural

mia and finch #3 - this time in your lore, where after tiva is murdered and mia leaves len, they run into each other. i'd probably keep tvdu lore for finch but she'd still be in the part of her journey where she's not sure what the hell is going on and she thinks she's the only one out there. and it's just two feral teenagers trying to figure out the world, even if they're not exactly alike, but close enough for it to be meaningful

coda and lottie #1 - i vaguely remember you saying vampire lottie like once and now i need it. unlike most wolves, coda tends to be more suspicious of witches bc of what she went through with the hollow, so lottie being a vampire wouldn't outright deter her. also she's a golden retriever, so lottie could smile at her once and she'll be smitten (me too coda)

coda and lottie #2 - yj au where coda and lottie met in group therapy when they were kids (coda after her parents died, lottie bc her dad is a dick). she's not part of the soccer team and doesn't go to wiskayok high at all, but they bond over trauma and stuff and idk maybe they reconnect post-rescue

coda and lottie #3 - rich girl x kid from the wrong side of town and no one knows why they get along but they do. coda is all instinct and action while lottie is more cerebral and mindful, but it balances them out. is this supernatural or human or a different third thing? idk i'm just vibing

[bloopiepoops]

Post-suitor incident: Kiyu's refined wrath, talks of change

✦ Scene: The Aftermath – Kiyu’s Wrath in the Throne Room ✦

Setting: The main audience chamber of Hoshido. Queen Mikoto sits at the head of the room, flanked by Ryoma and Takumi. The room is quiet after the lord’s removal—escorted out in disgrace by the ninja brothers. The air is tense, humming with the echo of what almost happened.

Kiyu stands at the foot of the dais. Calmly. Perfect posture. But it’s the wrong kind of calm. The kind that signals danger. His robes are immaculate, his long braid gleaming. But his eyes are ice and thunder.

Kiyu (to Mikoto, voice like velvet over a blade): “So. Tell me again—what connections, exactly, were worth that man putting his hands on my sister?”

Mikoto (guilt-worn but reserved): “Kiyu, it was never our intention—”

Kiyu (snapping): “Intentions do not matter when harm is done.” He turns sharply to Ryoma. “And you. Crown prince of Hoshido. Surely you saw how that man looked at her. Are these alliances worth her discomfort? Her safety?”

Ryoma (steady, but with the tone of someone trying not to provoke): “It was a mistake. One we deeply regret—”

Kiyu (dry and cutting): “A mistake that I, somehow younger and not raised here, predicted with perfect clarity.” He paces now, not out of nerves—but in elegant agitation. One hand gesturing subtly, like an orator delivering a thesis of scorn. “But yes, let’s all bow to honor codes and ancestral precedent while a sick girl is thrown to the wolves in a garden party dress. Is this the fabled wisdom of Hoshido?”

Takumi stiffens and opens his mouth, but Ryoma stops him with a subtle gesture. Kiyu catches it anyway.

Kiyu (raising an eyebrow): “Please. If anyone wishes to defend the idea of auctioning off princesses with porcelain tea sets, by all means. I’ll compose a song about it. Perhaps it’ll be less stomach-turning in verse.”

Mikoto (softer now): “Kiyu, you’re right to be angry. We misjudged the situation. But your tone—”

Kiyu (cutting in, no longer composed): “My tone?” Now the storm breaks. Not a shout, but a deadly silence that follows his sudden stillness. “My sister was nearly assaulted. Because she followed your request. And you're worried about my tone?”

Kaze and Saizo, standing silently near the far wall, both look toward him—Kaze with quiet understanding, Saizo with a flicker of surprise at how furious Kiyu has become.

Kiyu (his voice lower now, but burning): “If I hadn’t respected her wishes, I would have beheaded that man myself. And I would’ve worn the consequences like a badge. Because Makia deserves protection before we regret our failure to give it.” He exhales slowly, regaining control, then delivers the final line like a formal condemnation. “I will not apologize for valuing her life above a lord’s reputation.”

There is silence. And then—

Mikoto (quietly): “...You’re right. There will be no more meetings like that without her full consent. Ever again.”

Kiyu bows, perfectly, with a cold sort of grace. But it’s not humility—it’s punctuation.

As he turns and walks past Saizo and Kaze, the hem of his coat flutters with the same flourish as a blade sheathed.

Saizo (low to Kaze): “Your friend’s more terrifying than I remember.”

Kaze (soft smile): “He’s more Makia’s twin than people realize.”

Notes

Kiyu would make an excellent lawyer. Imagine him in court, robes pristine, expression unreadable, verbally eviscerating the opposition with ice-dipped logic and scathing eloquence. He doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t need to. Entire trials would end with a single, biting sentence and a graceful turn of his heel.

And pity the opposing counsel who interrupts him mid-argument—he’d just tilt his head and say something like:

“If I may continue uninterrupted, lest your eagerness to speak expose how little you’ve thought.”

He’s the sort who wouldn’t just defend his client—he’d dismantle the entire law if it failed to protect them. Especially if that client was Makia.

Scene: The Sun Chamber — Late Afternoon

The light streaming through the rice-paper windows of Hoshido’s Sun Chamber is golden, almost peaceful. It belies the quiet, burning intensity between two brothers: Ryoma, the steadfast heir who carries a kingdom on his shoulders, and Makiyu (Kiyu), the refined storm standing opposite him.

Ryoma, seated formally at the head of a low lacquered table, regards his brother with the patience of someone accustomed to many debates. His hands are folded, brows slightly furrowed, the incident with the suitor still a raw wound in his mind.

Kiyu stands, pristine as always, robes immaculately arranged in hues of deep jade and ivory. He doesn’t raise his voice—he never needs to—but his presence hums with conviction.

Kiyu: “You speak of order, Brother. Of structure, hierarchy, protocol. But I ask you—what good is protocol when it fails to protect the very people it exists to serve?”

Ryoma: (measured) “Kiyu, you know as well as I do—Hoshido endures because of its structure. If we forsake tradition for sentiment, we risk unraveling the very fabric of our rule.”

Kiyu: (coolly) “And yet sentiment is what stopped that man from laying hands on Makia. Not structure. Not tradition. But Kaze. Saizo. Not a single law prevented it���because your precious tradition permitted it under the guise of diplomacy.”

Ryoma's jaw tightens. He says nothing.

Kiyu: (steps closer, voice sharpening) “She was still recovering. Still vulnerable. And you let a stranger sit across from her because it was ‘custom’ to do so. You gambled her safety on appearances.”

Ryoma: (quietly) “I didn’t believe it would go that far.”

Kiyu: (bitter smile) “Nor did she. That’s the flaw in tradition—it expects good faith from men who’ve never earned it.”

There’s a long pause. The only sound is the gentle flap of a crane banner overhead.

Ryoma: “I would die for our family, Kiyu. You know that.”

Kiyu: “I do know that. But I need you to live for us instead. To rule wisely. Not rigidly.” (He pauses, then continues with sincerity softening his edge.) “You are the future king. But if you cannot recognize when the rules need rewriting, then perhaps Hoshido is not as strong as we thought.”

Ryoma leans back, clearly troubled.

Ryoma: “You’re asking me to risk shaking the pillars of our kingdom.”

Kiyu: (quiet, intense) “I’m asking you to make sure the pillars aren’t built on the backs of your own kin.”

Silence falls again. This time, heavier. Thoughtful.

Ryoma looks at his brother—his sharp, fiercely loyal, cold-as-winter brother—and sees not defiance, but love. And truth.

Ryoma: (finally) “I will think on what you’ve said.”

Kiyu: (bowing faintly) “Do more than think, Brother. Act. Or this kingdom will break the wrong people.”

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Matthew 7:15-20 15:

"Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravenous wolves.  16 You will know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes from thornbushes or figs from thistles?  17 Even so, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit.  18 A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, nor can a bad tree bear good fruit.  19 Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire.  20 Therefore by their fruits you will know them.

Can you tell good fruit from bad fruit? Are you sure?

Some of those bearing bad fruit are wearing sheep’s clothing. You can’t always tell by looking. The ravenous wolf can be disguised by smooth words. The ravenous wolf can be disguised by lies.

Dr. Thiel shines the light of the word of God on some ravenous wolves.

 If you are being disparaged for the word of God, is it possible that you are actually bearing good fruit? If there are some that lie about you and deceive others about the work you do for the kingdom of God, could that be an indication that you are actually bearing good fruit?

Dr. Thiel brings the truth to light with several verses quoted from the Holy Bible.

What are some of the works that fulfill the definition of bearing good fruit? Is it God that determines what is good fruit and what is bad? Or is it man? What fruits are you bearing? Would you like to be part of producing good fruit by helping fulfill Matthew 24:14 and Romans 11:25?

Dr. Thiel shows you how to become a part of the body of Christ that is bearing good fruit by fulfilling those scriptures and more.

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