#a sacrifice maybe? maybe it was just a meeting? I'm getting confused i think i just remember the aesthetic of the place

[malaierba]

Fell asleep reading some of Kafka's letters to Milena and. I think I met her, there was a lady in my dream talking about what it was like to live having had a friend and a lover that loved you so much

Then my dream turned weird and there was lemon people that were being oppressed in secret and I was figuring out how to denounce this without being pressed myself (I didn't succeed even though I stole, so many phones.

Colombiapilled NarcoNovelamaxxxer gal is stunned that the answer wasn't in a cloned conversation or WhatsApp chat or some)

[flippinpancakes64]

the cullens with a witch reader that kills innocent people for sacrifices?

The Cullens with a Witch! Reader

I also put some general hc's about the reader being a witch so I hope that's okay

In other news, my requests are open again! This ask here is the last one in my inbox, so now I'm all caught up! Thank you all for being patient!

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He's a bit confused

For being a supernatural entity himself, he has a hard time believing other things exist

Especially when he's been around so long and is only just now meeting a witch

But he gets over himself

Instantly he is curious

He wants to know everything

What you do, how you do it, how you got into it, if he can do some

He'll help you with whatever you need

You need a spice from halfway across the world that only grows during a full moon? He's got it

Now where he does push the brakes is when he finds out about your sacrifices

We all know how he feels about hurting people

I mean, he thinks he's a bad person for killing criminals

To say he's put off is an understatement

He asks you a couple times if they have to be human, if they have to be innocent, all that

And I am sorry to say that ultimately he does leave you

He may love you, but if you can't change, he won't stay

Sorry

Alice:

She wandered around for a bit before she joined the Cullens

So I think she has met a witch before

That being said, she is still super excited

Like Edward, she wants to know everything

She wants to be present for everything

Like even if you're just doing something routine, it doesn't matter

She would ask you to teach her some stuff

Even if it's something basic, she just wants to feel closer to you

Unlike Edward, though, she's more chill with the whole sacrifices thing

She's a vampire, after all

Their whole nature is to kill and eat innocent people

She doesn't see it as too bad

She does ask you if you would be willing to change just a little though

Even though she understands, she doesn't think it's entirely right

She loves humans

So she would ask if you had to use innocent people, maybe suggesting a couple people on death row

If you can't though, she understands

She doesn't push it past that

She views it as something you can't change or control

So she's not happy about it necessarily, but she doesn't push it past that

Jasper:

He's so curious

But I feel like he wouldn't ask you outright about it

He would wait until it comes up naturally or until you make the first move to tell him about it

But whenever it does come up, he asks so much

All he's known has been vampires

Another one who would get you anything you need

You actually need some vampire hair? Well you're in luck, he has a full head of it

Also he doesn't really want to learn how to do any of what you do

He's more interested in learning what you do

He's a bit torn when he finds out that you sacrifice innocent people

Part of him is still that old vampire that he used to be

The part of him that sees humans as food and nothing more

But then the other part of him sees people as... well, people

He's been trying so hard to be a good person and to not hurt anyone

So that's why he's torn

Half of him is okay with what you do because he understands needing to use people in that way

But then the other half of him is learning and has come to see people as more than just something to be used

He wouldn't ask you to change

But he would be a bit uncomfortable

Rosalie:

She would be super curious at first

Ask all of the obvious questions

She also wouldn't be someone who would want to join you

Like she just wants to watch

She doesn't want to actually do any of it

But she will get you stuff

Anything you need, she orders it to arrive the next day

And she will defend you to anyone

Like if some kids at school were being mean to you, she is at your defense instantly

Now, with the sacrifices

She is against it

But mostly just in principle

The only humans she ever killed were bad ones

Like actual criminals

And besides that, she's never eaten humans

So she doesn't feel the split like Jasper does

She is against what you're doing

Not because she likes humans, but because she doesn't like what you do

She doesn't really care what you're sacrificing them for, but you need to stop

In it, all she can think about is herself and what happened to her

She feels like there's no difference between what you're doing and what her fiance and his friends did to her

After all, she was an innocent person who was hurt by someone

If you don't change up who you sacrifice or stop it altogether, she is gone

She doesn't play around with things like that

Emmett:

He thinks it's so cool that you're a witch

He's a lot like Edward in that he is so curious

He asks you so many questions

Wants to know everything

And he definitely wants to know how to do everything

Teach him something small and he will be so enamored

Uhm he does buy you a witch hat tho

He thinks he's hilarious

He doesn't really care too much about the sacrifices

He just sees it as something that you need to do

Like how vampires need to eat humans

He asks you once if you could change who you sacrifice

But if you insist that they need to be innocent then he'll drop it

He loves you

Even if you're not a woman he still buys a shirt that says "I support women's rights and wrongs"

And yes he does intend for the shirt to be referencing you

I will say, though, he will not help you sacrifice anyone

That is completely up to you and he is out of it

And he asks that you keep that away from him

He knows it's something that you need to do

And he's not gonna stop you

But he can't be there when it happens

Esme:

She is so curious

She knows that other beings have to exist, logically

But knowing that they exist and actually seeing one is very different

She wants to know everything

But she doesn't want to perform any spells or anything

She is perfectly fine just being a vampire thank you

But she will help you if you need it

Like do you need her to hold your spellbook or something? She can do that

Now, the sacrifices

Against it 100%

She's been with Carlisle her whole vampire life

All she's known is to respect humans

She could kind of understand if you sacrificed criminals

But innocent people? Instantly no

She asks you to change, if you had to sacrifice people or if you could go without it

If you insist that you need to do this and that they have to be innocent people, she's gone

Sorry

She loves you and all, but she has morals

Carlisle:

Now this man has been around a very long time

Chances are, he has met a witch or two in his travels

So he definitely knows what it entails

That doesn't stop him from asking you things to see if you do stuff differently

Of course, anything you need he already has it

Since he's met witches before, he already knows about the need to sacrifice people

I mean, a lot of his friends are regular vampires who kill innocent people on a regular basis

Of course, the main difference is that he doesn't live with those friends

He asks the questions of if they have to be innocent, blah blah

His main concern is their cover

If you are kidnapping and sacrificing people, it gets a bit suspicious around them

Which he doesn't want

But he would be okay with it for the most part as long as you take people from far away

However, if you sacrifice a patient he has/had, it's over

His whole life's passion is helping people who need help

If he notices that a patient that he personally treated isn't showing up to their follow-up appointments or is suddenly missing, he is irate

And he kindly suggests to you that you move out of their house <3

He may love you, but he loves protecting humanity more

Vampire! Bella:

She thinks you're so cool

She's still getting used to the whole supernatural thing

She wants to help wherever she can

Even if it's just holding something for you

Teach her anything and she is so happy

I feel like she went through a Harry Potter phase at some point so she is so excited

When she finds out about the sacrifices, though...

It's over

She was human herself not too long ago

But not only that, there's still Charlie and Renee and Phil

And Angela and Mike and all of her old friends

The idea of anything happening to them makes her stomach churn

When all of Carlisle's friends were in town to help them, she was so worried about Charlie

But in that instance, Carlisle was the one controlling them and keeping them from hurting anyone close to them

But now?

Even if you guys are far, far away from Forks, she still can't help but think about them

So yeah it's over

She's not gonna be with someone who poses a potential threat to her family sorry

[aroaceleovaldez]

thoughts on leo valdez? headcdanons? i

[stares at own url] ...I'll give you one for free, lol

Aro/ace Leo.... listen. He explicitly states that he plays up his false persona in aspects that he feels are lacking in his actual personality in an effort to make people like him more, and in his POVs we get a lot of him doing acknowledged-as-nonserious joke-flirting as part of his false persona. Guy who doesn't realize he's aspec trying to overcompensate for his lack of attraction by excessively hitting on people to hide that he doesn't feel attraction towards anyone? Him wondering if he's broken in a whole bunch of ways and trying to make up for it externally while having an identity crisis about that? Something something metaphor about him wondering if cause he's a Hephaestus kid he's a little too much like a machine/robot and can't feel love or The Right Emotions In General™ because of that cause he doesn't know about aspec stuff yet (or that he's autistic)? Can anyone hear me.

Related to that: Leo landing on Ogygia (island of unreciprocated love) and meeting Calypso, who (probably through love magic) actually seems to be attracted to him? And him trying to force himself to reciprocate because he figures that's just how it's supposed to go and maybe for once he's actually experiencing romantic love? And he's so desperate for someone to like him and to feel useful to someone (re: 7th wheel)? But it fizzles out almost immediately after they leave the island, because the heart-eyes wear off for Calypso, especially once she technically no longer needs him, and Leo can't keep up trying to make himself reciprocate (and can't keep up trying to put his mask back up for her, especially now that Calypso seems to actually care about it). I am literally always thinking about this.

Short king,,, I don't care what anybody says he is NOT 5'6" that is way too tall for him. My guy is 5'5" absolute maximum. I usually place him at 5'3". Tiny guy. Made of pipecleaners. Built like Bilbo Baggins...

I've mentioned it before in a couple of places (i know [here] at least) but I did not like his fake-out death in BoO. Also I'm just mad about his dropped character arc(s) in general. My ideal substitute is that instead of dying and being revived, Festus just crashes in the woods nearby and Leo has overexerted his powers too much a la Nico's shadow stuff and is nearly dead but once they get him to the infirmary he recovers and can start working on recovering from his whole depression arc too. Also maybe he loses a leg in the crash so he can match his dad just for funsies, and so that there's some amount of consequence to his sacrifice to make up for him not dying (not like in canon there were any consequences to him dying and being revived anyways...). Also something something accidental Hiccup HTTYD joke. Leo with a prosthetic is always fun. More Hephaestus kids with prosthetics.

I am very amused by the concept of Leo never having any romantic attraction to Hazel at all, possibly even negative romantic attraction once he finds out she dated his great-grandpa (especially since in canon like 90% of his thoughts about Hazel are just kind of appreciative and genuinely thinking she's really cool, if a little confusing at first), and Hazel pretty quickly gets over her side of things once she gets used to the fact that this is Definitely Not Sammy, he just Looks Like Sammy (and does not actually act like Sammy, that's just a fake persona that is eerily similar by coincidence. Real Leo is actually quite reserved and not so much of a vocal goofball most of the time). So they're just besties after their mutual weird Sammy vision and understanding the deeper sides to each other and are each other's person they're most comfortable letting their guard down around cause they've formed that level of trust. Except Frank's over in the corner seething cause he thinks this is a love triangle but he's the only one who thinks that. Leo just thinks Frank hates him for the general reasons he thinks everybody hates him (which is just an assumption he's kind of used to and expects from people, so he does not question it at all). Hazel knows Frank thinks Leo is trying to steal her from him but she's having trouble trying to keep the two of them from nearly killing each other. It's a very homestuck auspistice dynamic.

Leo and Frank eventually work out their stuff and become very good friends to meeee... let them bond over their mutual fear of fire and dead mom trauma! they have so many parallels and I want the two of them and Hazel to be a funky cute little trio!

Dragonkin Leo! That boy is a dragon!!!! I usually say his stuff is kind of spiritual origin (he doesn't really know how to explain it other than his soul is just a dragon) versus like Jason being a wolf therian with a more psychological origin (being raised by an immortal wolf pack rubbed off on him) (rip Piper being the only non-alterhuman in their trio LMAO). I imagine whatever type of dragon he is probably is very similar to Festus, which is part of why Leo clicks with Festus so quickly - he just sees himself in Festus and it's very comforting to him. He definitely makes himself some fun 'kin gear, like a nice weighted tail and wings and claws to try and help his phantom shifts feel a lil less wonky. Also him having dragon talon weapons just sounds cool. He also totally makes gear for any other alterhuman demigods.

[mysteryanimator]

I love your animations, but I'm still struggling to view them without thinking about their last canon interaction. Can you tell me what you envision their makeup would be like?

(Lol I’m so sorry to all the ppl who work on Nocturne reading this 💀 and just generally everyone)

Thank you so much that means a lot! But now, you’ve unveiled my trap card and given me an excuse to write my thoughts on Mizrak and Olrox, so this will get pretty long. Also, this may end up being very subjective/personal taste in some parts so I hope everyone doesn’t mind (and hope you don't mind the funky grammar!) This is an open discussion too, I’d like to hear everyone’s thoughts! 

Now with that out of the way here we go!

(This is old unfinished storyboards for a previous iteration of their makeup scene I did back in jan, never finished them due to uni/another project, I'd like to someday tho because guh the themes.)

Now first of all, I’d like to think that a proper makeup/conversation wouldn’t happen for a bit and would be drawn out because they’re both still hurt, angry, sad, and confused at not only each other but themselves. They’re not the type to get into loud verbal arguments for this, definitely some verbal jabs at each other though. Mean petty comments, oh absolutely. I’d like to personally believe they’d still yearn for each other, perhaps even more so after Olrox indirectly confessed and Mizrak practically turned it down. 

Now, there are soooo many different ways that they’d even see each other again, many different ways it could come to that initial point where they’ve made up. Though I’ll go with one of my personal idea (which people keep egging me on to animate WHICH… I dunno I don’t have free time rn so I’m just blurting it out into written format while I can 😭 I want to though, maybe later in the year for fun if season 2 doesn’t beat me to it). 

Have to establish my vision, but I’d think that Richter, Maria, Annette, Alucard and Mizrak are hopping from abandoned town to abandoned town due to the inability to return to Macheoul for the time being. While Olrox has been on his own (doing what, I’m not even sure my personal headcanon for this.) I think Alucard and Mizrak have a conversation about Alucard’s past in a group setting and it strikes a chord with the monk- since after all, Alucard’s dad is THE Dracula, and his mother (bless her, I miss her) is human. You know how that whole backstory goes, and it parallels Olrox a lot. Also Mizrak and Annette will absolutely have a deep conversation too. Just solely from the comment that was made: 

“We’re all descended from gods, we just have to learn how to draw their power.” Nocturne s1 ep 2

Annette clearly having powers from Haitian gods, absolutely challenging how Mizrak was only certain of one God. Yes, Mizrak is extremely stubborn and it will take him a bit, but he’s different from the Abott in the sense that he will not let religion blind his path to good. He ‘uses his head’ as said before, not god, not the church- his head. Mizrak’s idea of the church and his faith is now a mess and it’s up to him on how he interprets it and rewrites it knowing what he knows now (this is important I swear when it comes to the makeup scene).

Now we’re at the actual scene at hand: Olrox and Mizrak making up.

Side note: oh god I’m practically writing this whole thing as if its going to be played out for an episode, but that’s how it works in my brain LOL but you asked so you shall receive. I am so sorry HAHA

There’s been a lot of build up from this point where they have been meeting up here and there by themselves, but you can clearly tell whenever they do they both hurt and yearn- which would lead to their proper makeup scene. I’m just inserting this for fun, but I’d imagine this would take place in an abandoned church in the town they’re camping in for the night. For a lot of symbolic reasons; devotion, sacrifice, forgiveness, gathering. This along with the simple fact, Mizrak’s relationship to the church has changed completely from here. I’d like to think that even when he’s trying to rekindle that connection with God, it leaves that icky overcoat on his skin. 

“Faith is a company in the hardest of times, when the world abandons you.” Nocturne ep 3

The church indeed had saved him from whatever terrible horrific thing happened to him in the past, however whatever saved him can still be horrible and terrible too. It is infallible.  It is cruel in an attempt to gather community and peace. So, yes- faith can be company when the world abandoned him, but his faith is no longer with the church. He’s taking it back and finding some place else to rest it. (Olrox, it’s Olrox, probably ooc but I’m making it Olrox). 

In this church, the conversation between them will initially start as a discussion about religion, faith and that whole sort of deal. It’ll open up about Mizrak exact struggles from his mouth and how he particularly feels about it, then we get more insight onto Olrox’s thoughts, his perception of the church and perhaps even a deep dive into Aztec history again. Maybe even talk about Olrox’s Quetzalcoatl form, though really this is self indulgent. It’s an aspect I’d absolutely love to be explored and I think it being discussed in revere in a Catholic Church,  with Mizrak actually being open to it due to his new perspective? Oh my god, sign me up. Regardless, it would hold similar energy to episode 6: Gulity Men to be Judged. There’s a weight to it. 

Then it gets heavier when the conversation pivots.  

Mizrak’s attachment in the church was due to him caring about people and, hypothetically, to save him from whatever detriment came for him in the past. The last canon interaction, their falling out they had in season 1 was because he cared about others. To a fault. Now, here he is, standing in front of someone he cares about. It’s going to open a conversation between what’s happening between them and finally properly discuss what happened from their last canon interaction in nocturne season 1. 

A lot of finger and hand brushing from Olrox, which at first I’d think gets no reaction as an attempt for restraint before Mizrak warms up to it and even reciprocates by doing the same thing. All of this is very gentle in my opinion. It’s slow, tender, and most importantly vulnerable. It has the physical contact reminiscent of their first fast rough and tug in the courtyard and piggybacks off the vulnerability they both have when they both stand next to the window in episode 6. They probably also just physically get closer to each other at the moment. Just gradually though. The distance gets closer and closer until their foreheads are practically touching without them realizing it. They’re comfortable though, they don’t want to leave. 

They absolutely get to a point where they both admit to saying “I love you” without straight up saying “I love you” because that’s just a very them thing. Or maybe they do straight up state because Olrox does admit he was in love (with his partner) and doesn’t shy from that fact. It’s a nice conversion of the trope and great to hear from a mlm couple to say I love you… but man do I do love when characters get all poetic-y when their profess their devotion to each other by literally talking in prose, so maybe with good writing both can be done and still be quite powerful but still be gentle. 

In my interpretation YEAH I’LL MAKE THEM KISS AFTER THIS, this is my vision after all. Also, yeah they’re gonna fuck. In the church? Perhaps. Is it a tad OOC, maybe. HOWEVER, consider imagery and symbolism. I just think the image of it would be great, even if it was censored to hell and back, it can be so artistically done. Just imagine the implication alone with me for a second. I think the whole concept of doing it in a church is an interesting build upon the quotes from the show;

“God is not here. This church is an empty box.” From the first Castlevania series.

“House of God? This place is just a heap of bricks and stone.” From Nocturne said by Maria. 

The church is a husk, especially having it abandoned- it’s rather what you do with that box that makes all the difference. The people inside are the driving force, so I think it’s both poetic and funny to have Mizrak and Olrox fucking in an abandoned church. Surface level: fuck you god I’m fucking my hot vampire boyfriend in your house. Deeper level: I could write a whole thing on this but I’ll refrain. You can get the gist of breaking free of restraint, and devotion and letting himself be human, rather than a soldier (which he already slowly does). 

Though also this sex scene isn’t necessary, I just like exploring explicit content in artistic ways, especially if I can throw in religious symbols and heighten that hunger/devotion to a person- but the “I love you” in the church is pretty powerful already.  

Then after all of this they take it at their own pace. However, they only live life once and continue together like that- they both know this concept very well because of the very nature of who they are, so they spend it in each other’s company. 

Now you also get the squad’s reactions, well namely because I do not think this would be an easily hidden thing. Like absolutely could get away with it in season 1, but everyone will know something is up for sure in my iteration. The 'hypothetical' Mystery Animator season 2 iteration. As subtle as their longing stares and quiet hand touches may be reserved for just them- those little interactions are loud.

Richter would absolutely be in shambles over Olrox, the killer of his mother, and Mizrak being a thing. Both in a “this is the most horrible thing that’s happened in my life” and also a he’s going to be an absolute shithead to Mizrak and make fun of him, lightheartedly of course. Alucard would absolutely have an interesting perspective because again, his parents. Maria already has disdain for the church plus the “vampires are evil… and evil has to be fought.” However, in the presence of Alucard, I think a lot will change because he’s half-vampire. Annette, I’m unsure of what her reaction would be, because I’m very sure she’d be receptive to Alucard being a vampire and then would appreciate Olrox’s mindset and values. However, gonna keep hammering, Olrox killed Julia Belmont which I feel will be comedically hammered in if Olrox decides to hang around the squad occasionally. 

And with that, we’re done! (I think)

Thank you for reading 🫶 this probably will not happen in cv s2 but it’s fun blurting out my hc. I’m really excited to see what they do, and even perhaps even go in the opposite direction due to episode limitations… maybe a season 3 👀 who knows.

[yuesya]

Twin au anon again, it would be neat if cursed spirit au Shiki was attached to Satoru in an adjacent way to Rika and Yuta, maybe she grows with Satoru and protects him as much as she can, maybe she gives him an additional technique like the one she would have had, I'd love to hear more of your thoughts on this!

As far as the wider clan and the rest of the world is concerned, Gojo Satoru was born on December 7th. This was a truly joyous occasion for the Gojo Clan, the long-awaited birth of a child blessed with both the Six Eyes and Limitless-

Only a select few within the clan were aware that this event had been marred by the birth of a twin sister.

An ill omen, in the jujutsu world. Twins were seen as one singular entity. Neither would reach their full potential if this were not... corrected.

On December 7th, Gojo Satoru was born.

On December 14th, his younger twin was killed.

Muneyoshi was the one who'd committed the despicable deed with his own two hands. It was despicable, but necessary, in order to ensure the Gojo Clan's future. He'd held down the pillow over the infant girl's face and counted One two threefourfive-

...

By the time the infant had finally stopped struggling, Muneyoshi's hands had long grown numb.

... It had been the right thing to do. Muneyoshi had done the right thing. Hisayasu-sama had nodded solemnly when Muneyoshi reported back to him the next day, informing him of the cursed twin's death.

"Well done, Muneyoshi. Your family's sacrifice will be remembered."

There were no grave markers. No incense was burned, and no offerings were made. There could not be any tangible traces of any imperfections tainting the 'honored one.' As far as anyone was concerned, Satoru was Muneyoshi's only child.

Gojo Shiki did not exist. Could not exist.

("Muneyoshi, what did you do?! You monster, you wretched excuse of a husband, give me back my dAuGHTER-!")

...

It had been the right thing to do.

Gojo Satoru grows up brilliant and powerful. He is everything the Gojo Clan could ever have wanted in a clan heir, easily mastering his lessons with effortless grace. In retrospect, Muneyoshi should've become suspicious of this so much sooner, but it hadn't occurred to him at the time. He'd only taken it as a sign that he had done the right thing, severing the weights that would drag Satoru down.

What a fool he'd been.

In the end, Muneyoshi discovers it by complete accident. One night, he wakes up in the dark emptiness of his own room, feeling parched. On his way to fetch himself a glass of water, he notices a light coming from Satoru's room, which gives him pause.

Sleep is important, particularly for growing children. As much as it warms his heart to see his son working so hard to meet the expectations of his clan, it wouldn't do for-

"Yadda yadda ya, who cares about who killed whoever in the Muromachi Period?"

The man pauses his footsteps, frowning in confusion.

That was... Satoru's voice, there was no doubt about it. But why was he talking aloud to himself in the middle of the night, instead of sleeping? That was-

"I guess you have a point, but whatever." A frustrated, explosive breath. "Ha? 'Just go to sleep, if you're not interested in reading?' Hey, why do you think I'm staying up late in the first place? You're always asleep during the day!"

What?

A chill runs down Muneyoshi's spine. He can't sense anyone else in Satoru's room; the boy is sitting alone at his table. Then, who is he... talking to?

"Don't apologize, I know you're a little sleepyhead." Satoru's voice is affectionate, in a manner that's entirely uncharacteristic of him. "I guess it's a good thing that at least one of us is interested in this rubbish, so we can at least get lessons over with quickly. Counting on you for the next test, Shiki!"

Muneyoshi, only a half-step from opening the door to his son's room and demanding answers, freezes entirely.

That name. The name that's never been spoken aloud in this house, or in the Gojo Clan, the name that Satoru should not know-

Oh gods.

Oh dear gods, please don't let this be true. Please let this all just be a fevered nightmare. The implications otherwise...

(Is this the retribution for the sin of murdering his own daughter?)

Horror seizes Muneyoshi's throat in a tight grip at the thought, heavy and suffocating. His hand as it rests on the thin doorframe separating him from his children trembles viciously with dread terror.

... He doesn't have the courage to open it.

[notreallymisha]

My random thoughts abt Percy Jackson as someone who only watched the show and knows bits and pieces according to bestie's info dumping

(spoilers??????)

• Percy is chronically confused and he never stops being confused about everything when he gets older and I love him for that

• I'm already aware that Luke is going to end up being horrible in some way to Percy because of the reaction of the whole fandom to non-book readers liking Luke so much and all i know he will do something malicious out of jealousy? As I understand hed been ignored by gods for a long time while Percy got claimed in couple days. NO idea what possibly will he do

• I'm team Grover, he can do nothing wrong and I know for a fact he will be Percy's friend throughout everything even if he wont always be in the centre of action, I also hope hes more than just a sideckick or protector for demigods and has his own stuff to do

• Annabeth is a badass with a baggage and it seems like shes not always appreciated enough

• Traumatized as fuck kids😢

• Apparently Poseidon is not that bad even though i expected him to be a complete piece of shit

• Who IS a piece of shit is apparently Athena?

• Apparently Percy is extremely powerful but he never fully gives into this potential to protect his friends(?) or to not be dangerous (?) Hes just real kind and loyal

• Sally Jackson will at some point find her a better man (i think?)

• Something tells me Percabeth will be less of a slowburn in the show compared to the books, just bcus??

• I saw that fanart or older Percy and Annabeth and they got white streaks in the hair? Bestie told me its plot related and refused to tell me why and I legit thought its gray hairs from stress😭 maybe some kind of sacrifice that affects their physical body i honestly have no idea

• There gonna be a bunch of other kids that will be friends and or have a completely separate story and theyre all trios???? There are at least two different trios

• Theres Nico whos a kid of Hades who doesnt get a break from weird ppl cus hes gay and hes also apparently very sad guy and later on he meets his future bf Will Solace whos a healer and Apollos kid and hes a sunshine? At least looks like one but i font know anything about his personality

•Also I assume that Annabeth is friend with Nico? but not sure

• When Percy finds out that Nico used to have a crush on him hes as always, chronically confused (tm)

[intermittent-showers]

Part 5: Bad Days & Night Skies

After a bad week at work, Tommy takes Buck to a special place

Read below or on AO3

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Buck's been in a bad mood all week. He's not surprised, two minutes around his new Captain would put anyone in a bad mood, but this? This week has been bad.

It started out with Ravi getting hurt on the job, Captain Gerrard not paying enough attention to the scene around them before allowing the kid to run into the building. If Buck hadn't been watching close enough, the entire building would have collapsed on top of Ravi. That's why he called out over the radio for him to evacuate.

Thankfully, Ravi survived with only a few cuts and bruises, but Buck couldn't excuse the carelessness. When they returned back from the firehouse, he was stopped immediately by his Captain, hand pressing into his chest.

"You ever disobey my orders again, and you're out of here, Buckley."

Buck glared right back. "Give an order I can respect, and maybe I'll follow it."

Chim had to break up the confrontation before it escalated to termination. Buck was sent home by Gerrard and suspended for the rest of the week for insubordination.

That had been two days ago, and Buck was growing frustrated. He loved his job, and if he wasn't there on shift, he feared what might happen to the others.

Tommy sat down beside him, offering him a bottle of water. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"Was I... was I wrong? For what I did?"

Tommy sighed before answering. "Look, in this line of work, we only have seconds to make a decision. And trusting our instincts is important. You saved Ravi's life... so, no, Evan. I don't think what you did was wrong." He leaned forward, meeting his boyfriend's eyes. "I'll always have your back."

Buck managed a smile, leaning over and kissing Tommy softly. "Thank you."

"Hey. You wanna go for a drive? I'd like to show you something."

----

Fourty-five minutes later, Tommy was pulling off the side of a rare lonely road in Los Angeles County. Hopping out of his truck, he paused, leaning his upper body through the open driver's side window. Smirking at the confusion on Buck's face. "Come on. You'll like this."

Grinning, Buck joined Tommy in the back of his pick-up truck, leaning against one of the large patio furniture pillows Tommy had brought along with them. "Where are we exactly?"

"Angeles Crest Highway. We had that fire near here, remember, and even around all the chaos, it was peaceful. It made me think of you and how much you'd probably like it."

"Me? Why?"

Tommy stretched out beside Buck, hands folded behind his head, as he stared up at the stars. "Well, you were reading that book on ancient mythology."

"Oh, right, I forgot about that."

"And you were constantly texting me highlights about your favorite parts within the book."

Buck grimaced at the memory. "Yeah, uh... sorry about that... sometimes, I get really excited about the things I'm reading, and I just can't shut up about it... even by text, I guess."

Tommy linked their hands together. "I looked forward to every text you sent me, Evan. Still do, if I'm honest." He rubbed his thumb gently against Buck's hand. "There is nothing about you that should ever change... and that includes standing up against something you believe to be wrong."

Buck didn't know what to say, but before he could think of something, Tommy continued.

"People, like Gerrard... they don't understand love or sacrifice. They look at something like these stars, and they see just that, stars. They're missing out on the stories behind those stars. Why the stars are there and who the stars represent."

"I think people like that are really missing out."

Tommy turned his head, kissing Buck softly on his temple. "I think so too."

[credince--writes]

mor·tal·i·ty Chapter 5

AO3

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!OC x John "Soap" MacTavish

Brave? She smiles, and their eyes meet. Maybe she was, and maybe she’d continue to be.

It’s like some dangerous, dirty little secret that keeps her on edge. The same kick in the ass feeling after the first drink of the night- the burn down her throat. The twitch in her neck. The gasp of breath after a particularly good sip of liquor. 

It makes her want to giggle, bringing a rabid dog home. The sensible part of her subconscious condemns her, tears the posters on the walls of the mediating room that is her consciousness throwing a fit. The devils advocate calmly sitting on the other side of the room- legs crossed at the ankle with a smug look on her face, glass of gin in hand. 

It’s dangerous, stupid, reckless.

But it’s nice. And she deserves nice things. 

Sure, she’s needed at work- but this is different. It’s not spreadsheets, or project approvals, or consulting and advising on a roadblock in a project's funding. But there’s no end to it- no start and stop from where the work begins and where Camile begins or ends. But, that’s how you climb the ladder. That’s how you make a name for yourself to be something in this world.

Sacrifice.

 “I’m not homeless. I’m just a bum.”

She stares at him dumbfounded for a moment. “...What?”

“I have… Had a home. I can go home any time, but I can’t go back there.” He offers, the glass in his right hand fills the confusion in her head with the sound of ice clinking against glass.

“So… You have a home. A shower? You have a shower, and a tub, and a sink, and a washer where you could go… not reek?” She offers, eyes squinting.

“I sneak back sometimes. If I'm really desperate.”

Desperate.

Needy.

And she can help fulfill that need- fulfill a purpose outside of the spreadsheets and paperwork. Most importantly, even if she wouldn’t admit it out loud was the ability to have something to come home too. Sure, she could get a dog, maybe even a cat- but it was just a creature that was more liability than asset. Something completely reliant on her regardless of her presence at home.

It wouldn’t match with her ambitions.

There was just something so open about the man on the bench at the park. Always looming, always watching- self sufficient in the way that reminded her of a cat. But rather her worrying about him getting hit with a car and her having to mourn the stiff corpse by the side of the road, it was a fine line of questioning on if it would be her corpse on the side of the road.

But he was so open, something about him screaming broken. Fix me. 

Something that made the walls fall, not that they’d ever been that strong to begin with.

Johnny. She’d say the name, muttering under her breath while thinking of what she had to come home too.

Johnny. She’s sure that he’d be good. Johnny must be a good man, and sometimes good men have to run away from things- get away from situations. 

But Johnny? Something curdles within her intentions as she strolls down the isle of the store. Smelling various men’s body washes, setting them down until she found just the right scent to cling to his skin.

Razors- ones with multiple blades, a guard so that he’s less likely to cut the skin of his jaw. 

Body Wash- something with exfoliant in it, to help peel off the dead skin, layers of grime, and to help the scent cling to his flesh.

Would he use separate shampoos and conditioners? Had he in the past? 

If he was going to be with her, she wouldn’t skim. 

Something to lather into that overgrown mohawk- retain moisture to the soft waves in his deep brown hair.

“Good dogs get bubble baths.”

She was sure he was a good boy.

=+=

She makes the executive decision that night as the smell of steam and the new body wash that she purchased permeates throughout the house that it was, indeed, a good decision.

Overall, good investment. Net Positive. She wouldn’t ask for anything in return- maybe she was already asking for too much (she’d argue to herself, no, not enough, when she rolls over and feels a cold side of sheets next to her in bed). He was down on his luck- and she had shown her kindness in making her feel human again. This was the least she would do- generosity was in her blood. 

She decides as he walks out into the living room with a towel wrapped around his waist, fresh water droplets trickling off of the back of his neck and down the valley of his back muscles that the post she was currently stirring was very interesting. So interesting, in fact, that she doesn’t bother to turn her head as he rifles through the various plastic grocery bags on the floor that now contain all of Johnny’s possessions. Pants, boxers, a pack of plain black t-shirts. 

Existing together provides benefits, after all. The apartment isn’t cold and dark every night she returns home, Johnny continues to hide from whatever he’s running from, and they both drink together and act as if there is really, truly, nothing to worry about as long as they are within the confines of the apartment’s door.

They revolve and dance around each other, maintaining feet between them- Icarus understanding the dangers of the sun, and the sun shrinking back if a drunken stumble forward comes too close. 

Camile grabs a cup from the cabinet, a subtle glance to the side to see the way the sleeves of the shirt bulge over the thick of his biceps. Without the coats distorting his silhouette, she can see how truly large the man on her couch is. Not distorted by layers of fabric, but layers of fat and muscle strapped across bones and scars.

“I didn’t know what size to get you, so I guessed.” She comments nonchalantly, moving tot he side- the grind of the refrigerator's ice machine tears into the mellow drone filling the air of the apartment. “If you need your phone activated so you can text-”

“I don’t have a phone.” His tone is defensive, guarded.

“Do you want a phone?” Camile, leaning over the countertop with a glass in hand, questioning. No liquid, just ice. Pending current deliberation on what tonight’s poison would be.

“Not really, operating fine without it.” He replies, he’s sitting on the couch watching a series streamed to the TV. He doesn't break eye contact with the show, and a tenseness draws up in his shoulders.

“Any particular reason why?” She questions.

“It makes it easier to not be found.”

She leaves it at that. She decides water will be a nice change for tonight.

+=+

She swore to herself that it was going to be a one, max two day thing. A gracious offering of a couch and a shower, some clean clothes and soap. Against her will, however, his presence burrows into the marrow of her being. All it takes is the first day coming back home from work. Opening the door rather to a dark and cold silence- light, sound, warmth, and the smell of something on the stove. 

“Thought I’d cook us dinner.” He stood in the kitchen, black T-shirt stretched against the width of his back.

He even did the dishes afterward.

For the first week, she locks her door at night. Telling him “Piss now or off the balcony” before locking him out of her space for the night.

Safe.

Stupid?

Both, interchangeably. 

The first week is an ebb and flow for dread and anxieties- the fear of letting a man into her space. One, honestly, she barely even knows. Then, freefalling into a sentiment of ‘oh well’ and ‘at least the house isn’t empty when I come home anymore’. A juxtaposition of domesticity that shouldn’t be coming this easy to strangers. Are they strangers anymore? She knows Johnny sleeps with a lamp on, does a weird double take whenever he walks into the room- constantly scanning any possible corner even if he just left the room. That he talks in his sleep, soft mumbles and breaths of air as he rolls back and forth on the couch.

They both share quiet nights, sitting together, a respectable distance apart on the couch. The occasional knee brush, bickering over what show to put on. The occasional, more often than not drink. Drinks. Bottle. 

It’s a silent agreement. 

There’s no need to work backwards, only working forward.

No questions- “Why did you move here?” “Who are you running from?” “Have you always filled your glass with liquor first, and juice later?” “Where did you get the scars?”

Comfortable silence.

Comfort in someone that radiates warmth- even feet away.

They’re both hiding from something, failures, pasts.

So, they’ll enjoy the blissful ignorance of comfortable silence, hearty meals, two warm seats on the couch, and one cold side of the bed.

=+=

It’s the little inconsistencies that start to show through on the paperwork. Little highlights that shine through the cracks time and time again. 

Paperwork she stays late to file doesn’t match up with the metrics shown throughout the day. Pelant, smiles and rainbows and teamwork shining out of his ass becomes something akin to a caricature. The hairs on the back of her neck stand up watching him sometimes, a warning of a predator in the vicinity- the uncanny valley affect. 

Camile approaches a crossroads, the numbers, the balances, the returns. Client meetings and presentations- the numbers don’t line up. And along with her name, is Malory’s shittily forged by his  secretary, signed at the bottom of the sheets in approval. 

She sits in her office, putting ink to paper. Closing her eyes, she’s back in the room where it all went to shit.

 “You're going to want to fill this out.” He said bluntly. The stool kicked out from underneath her feet.

Her shaky hands reached towards the paperwork, lifting it up to stare at the blank sheet. “To where?” She asked. A burning sensation filled the back of her throat as the muscles constricted, the heaving feeling of dread settling in her gut as her eyes zipped around the page.

“Not here.” Her body drops, throat catching against the noose. 

Body dangling, lulling back and forth she leans forward in her chair to assess the numbers again. She isn’t crazy. She knows, she sees it. But she won’t face the repercussions of her actions- not if it ends in the same amount of boxes, tape, folded clothing and moving trucks.

 It was a tense, cold meeting room. She was surrounded by faces, and all of them were staring at her expectantly- eyes narrowed and jaws tightened. “Camile. You have been in this position for what, eight months? What makes you think that these ‘findings’ have any backbone against a senior employee?” She stared up at the man. Lips curling down into a frown. “Sir, I didn’t mean any-” fear, the iron grip around her throat stopping the words leaving her mouth. Choking the defense from ever leaving her lungs.

“That's right, they don’t have any findings.” The man stood up, turning his back and beginning to walk out of the room. Even walking away, back turned in retreat, his presence dominated the room. Suffocating and stamping out any question of resistance. “I refuse to work with a firm that can’t even have management with an ounce of confidence.” His voice rose, and suddenly Camile leaned back into her seat, fleeing, eyes widening. She felt like a deer in the headlights, she felt like she left her own body. Floating above the spectacle before her, seeing herself shrink back at a meer raised voice.

It makes bile rise in the back of her throat, even remembering the raised voices. The feeling of disappointment radiating off of her superiors.

She had only been working for eight months when she’d called foul play previously- little fish in the big tank. Too big for her britches. 

She wasn’t in the same position- her job was to advise now. Malory had said it himself. 

It’s what leads her back into his office. She notices the distinct lack of a potted plant that he’d ash his cigarettes in on bad days. The smoke detector in the office hadn’t been functioning since 2009. 

“You don’t come in here for tea parties. Tell me what’s on your mind.” Malory’s voice has caught an edge to it lately. Maybe the exhaustion of the job is finally catching up with him- the shark stops swimming, and oxygen no longer flows into blood.

The room’s become something of a spectacle in her mind- it is a place of terror, fear of failure, and reprimand. But it’s become a haven- a pressurized room where the bacteria can’t seep in from under the door. 

“You…” She finds herself sinking back- that timid, afraid little girl seeping out through her pores a mirror sheen of cowardice and aversion gleaming in sweat on her forehead. “You know why I was transferred here.”

“I’m well aware.” His hands grip the worn leather arms of the chair, rocking backward in a way that makes the mechanism attached creak, metal on metal, and pop. 

 “You didn’t hold it against me.”

Malory sighs, hand reaching down to one of the drawers and pulling it open. Cigarette and lighter in hand, he offers her one. 

“Um, no thanks.” It comes out quietly, isolated.

He simply shugs and lights the tip, the acrid tang of nicotine and tobacco- a menthol cigarette drifts up towards the non-functioning smoke detector. He takes a long drag on the cigarette, exhaling, finally opening his eyes and shrugging. Go ahead.

“And let’s say, hypothetically. I’m seeing the same signs that I saw again.”

He quirks a brow, and blows smoke out the left side of his mouth, a specific wrinkle furrowing downward on his brow. Thinking, analyzing. “Hypothetically.” 

It feels like she’s fisheye-d into herself, heart pounding in her ears. She should just leave it. Get up, say it was just a stress induced stroke and nothing is actually happening, and call it an early day. But there’s more happening in the background, and there is a twisted sense of loyalty to the man across the thick wooden desk.

“And, once again, hypothetically, they are being approved with your signatures, and not the person, once again, hypothetically,”

Thump, Thump, Thump.

“Running the projects, the one that’s transitioning into your role.”

The cigarette is ashed against one of the large glass paperweights on his desk. Leaning forward, the chair makes a creaking sound- a residual pop not of the chair, but of his hips. His left eye twitches as the feeling of the joint popping.

“And you're bringing it to me.” He says simply, it's a matter of fact, a statement- acknowledgement. 

Camile nods.

His arms fold against the table, he sighs, eyes closing. Contemplating.

 “Never train your downfall. No offense dear, but you don’t exactly scream the type to be gunning for someone’s position. It makes you perfect for this transition. Someone quiet and willing to do the work assigned without the gusto to steal the rug from under them- if that makes much sense. It’s a compliment under all of those layers.”

She was meant to help with important things, do important things. From the background.

 “But sir, you and I both know that I am more well-versed in this position to be delegated the role of assistant -” Camile offered, a last ditch attempt to persuade the older man.

Malory sat in his chair, arms tucked in front of him as he stared out the window. All she could see of him was the top of the back of his head, and the back of his office chair. “ Advisor .” He replied.

“Advisor?” She echoed.

“Technically, your role is advisor.”

“I’m advising you, Sir.” There’s no warble in her voice, despite the tightness and the deafening pump of blood in her ears. She says it with confidence, maybe even a slight sneer towards the end. A smidge of sass- throwing it back in his face that maybe if they’d of just put her in Malory’s position that this wouldn’t be happening to begin with.

She shrinks back at her own thoughts. Overstepping-

Malory laughs. It’s deep, belly deep as he leans back in his chair with a crreeeeekkkk pop! Of metal, a slide of his hand against the leather. 

“Touche.” He wipes a stray tear that threatens to spill over his water line. “Maybe you are learning something….” He pauses, dragging his hand down his face- no stubble, still freshly shaven every day. He may be old but he isn’t slipping, he’d argue. “You’re in dangerous waters, once again. But, consider yourself lucky that you came to me.” He’s contemplating, rubbing his jaw in his weathered hands. Sun spots from tropical vacations- divots from staples and paperclips permanently pressed into the tips of his fingers. 

Camile doesn’t realize she’s still holding her breath.

“Keep swimming, let’s see if you can tread waters with the sharks. See if you can find me some sunken treasure.” 

It’s a greenlight. Keep digging.

+=+

She brings home a bottle of wine in celebration, only to learn that Johnny doesn’t drink wine. Especially not the sweet stuff like the bottle she picked up- not that she declares the bottle is a celebration. A sweet treat, something to revel in because she only gets it when she earns it. The warmth the alcohol brings to her cheeks as she pours herself another glass- this isn’t meant to be classy, no, that’s why she’s not using a wine glass and there’s ice in her cup. 

Sitting on the couch, a respectable distance from one another. Until their knees brush. 

“I’m celebrating.” She supplies, not that he was ever asking. He cocks his head, and she swears she can see amusement dance in those deep blue eyes-

“Aye? What for?” His knee doesn’t move back, no longer supplying that respectable distance. 

“I did something I was scared of today.” She finishes the last of the liquid in her glass, reaching over for the bottle. 

“That was brave of ya’.” 

Brave- such a subjective term. She’d mock herself in the mirror later, brave? Doing your job? Maybe if she wasn’t such a coward the second things started to fight against her-

His hand wraps around her knee, and it’s warm. Radiating through her pants and down onto her skin- gooseflesh erupting across her body. There was no condescending tone to his voice, no hidden meanings, things to look further into. Simply a statement- that he thought it was brave.

Static envelops her mind.

Brave?

She smiles, and their eyes meet. 

Maybe she was, and maybe she’d continue to be.

[miceysfandomcreations]

Dumping Astarion into Castlevania

I've recently finished Castlevania: Nocturne, and I have vampires on the brain. I'm surprised there aren't any more crossovers between BG3 and Castlevania. They both involve RPG vibes/mechanics, vaguely historical settings, and of course, vampires. I think if Astarion got dropped into Castlevania, particularly Nocturne, I think he'd have some fun interactions.

Anyway, here are my brainworms:

Let's place this story post-BG3. Astarion's level 12 and a vampire spawn on some level of the good to neutral spectrum. This is to keep him on some sort of equal level with the main characters (power-scaling between these works is so confusing). It would be interesting if he were a phantom rogue (I guess he skimmed The Necromancy of Thay). It's this ghostly rogue subclass that fits the gothic setting well.

Anyhoo, the story starts with Astarion (and Tav or Durge maybe) searching for a vampirism cure. This leads to him entering a temple about vampires. Rocks fall, he rolls a nat 1 on his dex save, and he enters a post-season 1 Nocturne world.

Astarion enters into a world of culture shock. Here, the vampires have won. There's no sun, he can walk outside 24/7. He is considered and respected as a full vampire. There are flavors and varieties of blood to drink. The eclipse has brought about vampire party time!

But his new brethren are wanton and cruel; they use humans as their pets and trample over the autonomy of those considered weaker. They worship some self-styled god that powers herself on sacrifices, and toys with her prey. Sound familiar?

Astarion tries some internal sabotage. He drives away or claims and frees the youngest victims. He shanks the nastiest (but not most powerful) vampires after luring them to isolated spaces. He swallows down his flashbacks, his disgust at himself when he does this.

His fellow vampires become suspicious of him. Astarion's forced to run. He runs and runs to the remotest areas, he subsists on the blood of animals once again.

One day, when Astarion has wrapped his mouth on the neck of a rabbit in a forest in France, he gets spotted.

"What the fuck." states Juste Belmont, who's being sick and tired of all these damn vampires around his damn hut.

Astarion manages to both explain himself and insult this murder-happy woods hermit at the same time. Juste points him toward the Nocturne gang, who's doing some plan to bring the sun back or something. Astarion remembers the feeling of the sun on his skin and decides to join.

"No point in depriving everyone else of something so sweet. Mark my words, old man, I will walk in the sun again."

Astarion somehow joins the gang that somehow doesn't go murderhobo on him at the first meeting.

I can see him becoming their spy on the inside, an intell gatherer who can freely rub elbows with vampires. No more disastrous human-only spy missions! Maybe he runs into Olrox at a fancy vampire mixer. Maybe Astarion gets reminded of his own vampire-nonvampire romance if he's with Tav. People reference historical events and Astarion has to pretend he knows what went on.

Astarion secretly thinks Alucard's the coolest guy ever (he's just like Drizzt for real), but acts all aloof around him. Having both done this save-the-world thing before, Astarion and Alucard gradually take parental/oldest sibling roles within the group.

Alucard: "I'm aware of sun veils, parasols, all sorts of innovations that allow vampires to walk in the daytime, albeit covered. How exactly did you manage that feat with no coverings at all? Magic?"

Astarion: "That's a long and complicated story. To put it succinctly, a giant squid-shaped ship abducted me one day and shoved a tadpole into my eye."

Things happen. Erzsebet gets defeated, Astarion reassures Maria and Tera that one can still have a fulfilling relationship with a loved one even after vampirism, and he leaves for his own world. There could be a scene where some powerful vampires offer him ultimate power, and tempt him to conquer Faerun under the Castlevania vampires' name. Astarion, having already gone through this ascendent nonsense once already, turns that down stat. He waves goodbye to his new friends. He walks back into Faerun's sunlight, the sunlight he must dodge again once more.

I don't think I'll make this into a full-fledged fic. Anyone is free to add on to this or make stuff based on it.

[osarina]

omg i got so happy when i saw u watch hotd as well bc i have no one to ramble about about both bsd and hotd 😭😭 anyway something that came to me was the idea of a s1 alicole dynamic between dazai and reader. im not really happy w what they’ve done with alicent and cristons relationship in the second season nor do i ship them (rhaenicent truther here teehee) but i thought their season 1 dynamic was so intriguing. so maybe pm!dazai accidentally slips up to reader the first time he’s super, super drunk about mori killing the og pm boss (can’t remember his name) and he panics when he remembers in the morning. its basically a death sentence for him, and he’s even more afraid because of readers reaction; they did not say much, but teared up as alicent did when criston told her of rhaenyras affair with him. so he panics and it’s the first time he’s about to commit suicide, and of course not the last, but reader stops him from doing it. its the thing that seals his loyalty to her. because it’s not going to be his last attempt - but it’s something about how they stop him out of the kindness of their heart, not because they had to, and the fact that it’s the closest he’s ever gotten to succeeding. and from there there’s this unspoken companionship between them. they’re the only person who calls him osamu, not dazai. he’s always, always near them, sitting next to them at PM meetings. like a dog, a loyal hound. and it makes his leaving all the more painful because it severs that strange connection they have, and reader is so confused and disillusioned because he’s the only one that has consistently stuck by them and defended them if need be. i loveeee the idea of dazai with an alicent!coded reader, always committing themself to duty and sacrifice for the port mafia because it’s all they’ve ever known and all they’ll ever have.

sorry if this seems ooc for him, im only just getting back into bsd😅but yeahhh

oh my god.

nonnie.

NONNIE.

you have given me a fucking idea. i'm not saying anything more than this but you have GIVEN ME AN IDEA that is going to be implemented into pmreader universe.

BECAUSE NOW THAT YOU SAY IT ??? PMREADER IS LOWKEY IS SOOOO ALICENT CODED ??? she is so committed to her duty to the pm and to mori, would sacrifice anything for it. resents mori for putting her in this position but still cares so deeply for him ....

nonnie i wish i could tell you about the idea you've just given to me but it's going to be written soon and you'll have to see it then i want to surprise you i dont think this is ooc at all in fact i literally can weave something similar perfectly into pmreader universe au i'm so fucking excited

[alistairs-4th-wife]

so I'm gonna start with some Alistair Crump headcanons. What being his partner would be like post-death and becoming a ghost. With some uh... saucy NSFW under the cut. 👀

Alistair will very much put up a front for you when you first meet. Treating you with the utmost respect, being gentleman-like, almost being... scared of scaring you off?

Something about you intrigues him. He doesn't view you in the same way he's viewed everyone else who's entered the mansion

This both interests and infuriates him

You better believe you have been haunted by being unable to leave the mansion long-term. But he can't convince himself to sacrifice you just yet

You also get not a whole lot of privacy at first. Even if you can't see him, he sees you

He can't always be slick about it though. Sometimes you'll hear little chuckles or other little noises

Though after getting a little surprising bonding time, you grow to not totally hate his company

In fact, you'd even say you like it

Alistair's undecided feelings for you worsen, though. Eventually he ends up spilling how he feels to you in the form of a long ramble

He's not good with these things, but if you had to say, that was probably the moment your relationship started

He is very... old-fashioned. Being from a different era and all. You have to remind him a lot at first to respect your boundaries, and just you in general

He does get better slowly but surely though. Doing little gestures to show how much he truly loves you as well

And you'll never have to worry about anyone else giving you trouble. Alistair will... deal with them. In his own way.

Seriously, even if he just thinks something happened he's ready to do some crazy things for you. You're his and no one hurts you.

...That being said, he does still struggle with treating you more like property than a person.

But you're content with it. And you're secure and you know that he does truly treasure you.

Now for some of the more NSFW headcannons. Please skip or stop reading at this point if you're uncomfy or not interested.

In bed you'd say Alistair is comparable to a wild animal

Loves kissing, licking, biting your neck. Bonus points if he leaves marks. He also loves if you have any visible marks after

He also sometimes likes for you to have makeup on basically just so he can ruin it

He is always a top and very dominant. Maybe if you really want it, he'll let you top him once

He is mostly very vanilla. Favorite position is missionary. Wasn't even really into foreplay until you asked him to try it one night

Though a surprising result of this is that he loves giving you oral. He's found himself smitten with you being so pleasured all because of him

And for someone with no experience in that before you, he's pretty damn good at it.

Of course, you never get it without the expectation of you returning the favor, though, which you do

And when you do he's pushing your head onto him and keeping you there until he explodes

He's above average. Huge even. Girthy too. So anything is a bit of a struggle for you

On top of that, he's also... kind of dead. So he's cold. That was hard to adjust to during your first few intimate moments

When penetrating you, he is rough. Fucks like its the last time he'll ever see you. Grunts, moans, and growls escape his mouth with every thrust

Like I said, a literal wild animal

Treating you like property translates into the bedroom too. If you were a virgin beforehand, he was obsessed with the idea of "taking you" during your first night. Otherwise he never lets you forget that he's taking what's his.

He also drools sometimes

He's learned to stop or be gentle with you when he's asked, though. After all, he truly doesn't wanna hurt you. But you can put up with a lot for him

He was confused when you mentioned aftercare one night but after that was a total angel towards you. Sometimes you got a bath. Otherwise you were cleaned up and cuddled until the morning when he'd be gone.

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Penelope learns of her origin hugs jaune and says " its okay father you will do better next time"

( wint that be an aww moment)

Not Exactly What you asked, But the Fluff will come in time.

RWBY Are Discussing Jaune's Mental State After Meeting the Paper Pleasers, and seeing what he puts up with Day after Day

Weiss: ... I can't Imagine that Penelope has been Easy on Jaune's mind.

Blake: You and him saw Penny sacrifice herself, yeah? Maybe He's just trying to make up not being able to save her.

Weiss: That's exactly what he's doing. I saw what happened, there wasn't anything he could do. If Penny Didn't die then ... Winter Would've ...

Weiss: ... I don't know that Winter is even alive if Jaune's down here ...

Penelope: Who is Winter?

Yang: Oh! Hey! We need to put a bell on you or something.

Weiss: Winter is my elder Sister. She looks like me but taller, and has her hair in a bun, rather than a braid. Do you know Winter?

Penelope: The Description is Familiar ... It Feels as though someone I had forgotten. That Name, However, Father has Cursed several Times.

Ruby: Why has he done that?

Penelope: I am not certain, though when he wakes up from his Nightmares or when He believes he is alone, I have heard him speak of being left behind or forgotten.

RWBY: ...

Weiss: I ... She ... How?

Yang: (Placing a hand on her Shoulder) Hey. Weiss. I'm certain Jaune will be Willing to talk to us about this, and when we get Home we can ask Winter herself.

Weiss: Yes. Right, Yes, we can ask her when we get h-

Weiss: ... Hey Penelope?

Penelope: Yes Friend Weiss?

Weiss: Do you want to follow Jaune?

Penelope: I Follow Father wherever he may allow me!

Weiss: Even if he left the Ever After?

Penelope: What do you mean?

Ruby: Has Jaune told you about Alyx? Lewis?

Penelope: Only in the same ways as he spoke of Winter, only more forlorn and Confused than Angry. He wanted to follow them, to learn how they made it to their-

Penelope: ...

Penelope: Father is not from the Ever After, is he?

Blake: No. He isn't. He's from where We're From. From where Alyx and Lewis were From.

Penelope: ... Is that where the Fire-Jabber Walker Lady lives?

Ruby: You remember Cinder?!?

Penelope: If that is where She is, then I see no Reason to Go back to that World. None of you should go Back.

Weiss: How do you remember Cinder?

Penelope: I've had Nightmares. I was Fighting Someone, and she injured me severely. Then Father comes and tries to heal me ... and I refuse ... Then

Penelope Grabs her head, a Searing pain courses through her, as her Heart Remembers, the knowledge getting regained by

Penelope: ... Then He brings his sword down, but I don't fear him.

Penelope: I was think of Winter. I gave the Power to her.

Penelope: I Made .. Jaune? F-Father- AAH!

Penelope Fell to her knees as the Knowledge of her Past life Clashed with her current form.

She wasn't supposed to remember that.

Penelope was vaguely aware of RWBY Rushing to hold her. It Felt Familiar and All to alien.

The only thing to cut through her Pain was the Rusted Knight Yelling.

Jaune: JABBER WALKERS!

[faksyan]

For the character ask thing, Decoy Octopus! No just kidding lol I'm gonna give you a Death Stranding character instead. Since you're new to the game and you might not have spent too much time thinking about the characters, choose one between these three: Fragile, Cliff Unger, Deadman.

Fragile!!!!!!!! Sorry I saw she was there and the decision was instantly made. Shame it's not Decoy Octopus though, love that guy and his many appearances (pun intended) in the game. And I do love both Deadman and Cliff. Fragile is just. I love her so much.

First impression

Being highly confused and intrigued about the world, that's what most of my attention was on during her introduction. Loved the spiky jacket!!! And I do love her umbrella, it's such a fun shape and. texture? I don't think they ever said what it's made of but it looks transparent and reflective and solid all at the same time? It's a really cool design. I like that she's a pretty mysterious character for a while and you know that she's There somewhere but not what she wants with Sam or overall.

Impression now

She seems pretty reserved and polite, but in a way that feels genuine. She respects people, even if they don't always respect her back, but she also doesn't seem the type to just take people's shit. Maybe she has been for a bit after people started labeling her as a terrorist, I feel like there was a lot of self-pity there that was well earned, she basically gave up her life for people who she thought would never know or appreciate it. I think her meeting Sam helped her a lot with processing all of that, and the fact that he let everyone know about what really went down must have been such a shock and relief, even if she didn't show it that much. I really like how happy she is about eating cryptobiots and offering them to Sam, and I love when he eventually takes one.

Also about Kojima's writing of women and in general, I think they are like fine wine, as in is better each year (the writing of women was a pretty shitty wine to start with though. magically got good in ds, and I genuinely wonder why, it hasn't been that long since v). She doesn't fall into the mother/sister/love interest pitfall a lot of his female characters do. I do love Amelie!! I do love Mama!!! Motherhood and family are very important themes of ds, but with the context of his previous games Fragile feels like breaking the pattern, which is great!! Decpite the running in her underwear in the rain bit, the way she's is written is kind of the polar opposite of Quiet. In terms of how society perceives bodies of older women its considered unsexy and whatnot, and the aftermath of what happened to her makes her hide her body as opposed to wearing a bikini. But it doesn't exactly feel like it's out of shame, even though it was definitely meant to be a humiliation when Higgs did it, it feels like Fragile still has so much dignity to her. I like that she is conflicted about her sacrifice and wishes she hadn't done it. Makes her feel very raw and real. It made me happy that the state of her body wasn't treated weirdly by anyone around her, and I get that it's because of the nature of the universe and that a lot of people must be affected by timefall all the time, but it still made me happy!!

Favorite moment

The forehead touch and conversation as she sent Sam to rescue Amelie, and the talk near the lake after she and Sam get rid of the bomb. When her and Sam are on the ship too, it was a quiet nice moment. I like when she pronounces fragile weirdly.

Idea for a story

I had a silly thing in mind where a bunch of characters ask Sam on a date to shoot their shot, and he ends up rejecting all of them, Fragile included albeit with the implications that it's sort of reciprocated but also things are complicated, and they both are fine with where they stand. I'll be honest, I thought I didn't really like any ships with Sam, but I really like his dynamic with Fragile, romantic or not.

I would've loved to think up something cool about the time she and Higgs worked together. We get a glimpse of Higgs' perspective on their relationship during that time, but very little of hers, only the stuff that's already clouded with her desire for revenge and not how she really felt at the time.

Unpopular opinion

Oh man, I haven't really seen enough ds takes to know what's considered unpopular.

Favorite relationship

Her and Sam. I really liked how respectful she was about his phobia, with everyone else there were points where they obviously forgot about it or used it for intimidation, and I kind of hated that since I do share it to some extent. She also kind of seemed to do that a few times, like when she was telling him about her history with Higgs, but even then she still kept her distance in a way that didn't feel the same as with other characters. I really liked that about her. Her and Higgs also. And I do think she's at least sort of friends with the rest of the main guys, the scenes of them sending Sam off and then rescuing him are so, so good.

Favorite headcanon

Ahh I don't think I have anything. I've read very few death stranding fics but there was this short one I really like where Fragile travels with Sam on bikes for a bit and they race. She also uses his shower a bunch and leaves or takes stuff around his rooms in it, I liked that idea a lot. It's the casual intimacy of something small, I feel like they understand each other in their love for solitude, so they can be alone together and be content with it.

[books-and-dragons]

Ik it's been awhile since I have dropped a HC on you, but consider: Akira doing some unnecessarily dangerous stunt in the Metaverse and feeling so proud of himself... and then he's shocked when the team gets angry/worried that he risked his own safety like that.

"Guys, it's fine, only I would have gotten hurt!"

And then they just get even angrier and he's confused and startled they're so worked up about it. He's not used to people worrying about him.

omg june, hi!!! aaa i yelled when i saw your user pop up, hope you're doing well!!

your brainworms are angsty as ever and oh how i love it

i'm such a believer in the akira-is-passively-reckless-about-his-own-life concept, you'll have to rip it from my cold, dead hands

considering the in-game clues we get about how he's not great about keeping himself well-fed and has an automatic tendency to throw himself aside for the sake of other people's safety, akira's probably got a huge lack of self preservation to add to that (maybe even, a complete lack of care for his own wellbeing) (i'm absolutely blaming his home life for this)

which works well enough for someone in a leadership position, he'd make sacrifices for others very easily and yeah!! he's just so used to not putting himself into consideration- he doesn't even think about his own safety. nobody else ever has, so why should he?

it trickles into everything he does. the last healing item goes to a teammate, whatever funds he makes from part-time jobs goes into the phantom thieves (nevermind that he's living on sojiro's patronage curry and instant noodles, that's unimportant, he's unimportant), he offers unconditional support and a listening ear to every confidant he meets, and helps them with all their problems- even if it is to his own detriment. on the battlefield against a new enemy, joker will do his best to find the weakness- because if they repel anything, at least then he carries the brunt of the backlash. it's natural, instinctive, and therefore he sees no wrong in it.

and for a long time, he gets away with this reckless abandon for his own safety.

except he goes a step too far, maybe he decides to distract another hoard of shadows on his own? or makes what should be an impossible zipline move to cross to the other side of a chasm. against a rampaging enemy, he throws himself in the firing line. after months of excusing the passing recklessness, this is a step too far for the phantom thieves.

when they're reunited with joker, he's not greeted by praise for his dramatic flourish, or impressed and spirited cheers for carving a path deeper into the palace, but instead worried frowns and scolding reprimands. flurries of hands which search for his injuries and want to heal, and he doesn't need it he's fine-

and oh you're so right it would hurt so much because akira would be so confused by their concern!! at first, he probably assumes they're talking about anything but him. did he accidentally break a treasure on his landing? for some reason, had the thieves not wanted that shadow hurt? what was it this time, what had he done wrong- because he had to have done something wrong he always does something wrong, eventually

when it gets through to akira that no, they're worried about his safety the boy blue-screens there and then.

it's not something he's ever been used to- care, affection....attention. nobody's cared enough to look close enough before, and suddenly akira doesn't know what to do with this worry, with this obvious sign that people care about him, that someone values akira kurusu....he's in a bit of a fugue as the diarahan washes over him, so much do he can't even scold what he'd deem an unnecessary use of energy

they call it a day in the palace not long after.

learning to value your own life isn't something that's easy, but akira's surrounded by people who care about him now- they can be patient. this time, they're taking the lead to help akira, not the other way around.

maybe makoto challenges him to find a more safe plan, that doesn't involve reckless action. ryuji helps him be more open about his feelings. ann teaches akira how to appreciate himself. futaba shows him how to trust in what people promise. yusuke guides him through self-appreciation in his own, artistic style. haru helps akira define himself, outside of the parameters his parents set for him. morgana stays at his side through it all.

in their own way, they'll help akira find some self-worth, and hope to see the fruits of their labour in akira guarding a bit more often in battle, turning to his teammates instead of charging in headfirst and bearing the weight of shadows' attentions himself. they'll wait patiently for the day he asks for help, and be proud when he does.

for now, they'll accept the occasional willingness to head back to a saferoom, or retreat from battle. they'll mentally cheer when he uses one of their few healing items to patch a gash in his side. it's all about the small steps.

[imaginejamesandsirius]

Hi! First, I just want to say that you are my favorite ao3 author <3 Can you do one where James starts getting suspicious of Sirius after he starts avoiding him. James thinks that it was because Sirius found out about his feelings and was uncomfortable about his pining but it turns out that he was hiding his injuries from his abusive parents? Hurt/comfort pls

((A/N: In line with the prompt, this mentions child abuse))

Sirius is avoiding him. It's obvious, and James kind of wants to grab his best mate and sit on him so he can't escape, but he has a sinking feeling that he knows why Sirius is avoiding him-- and that's much worse than being confused. A few weeks ago, he realised that he’s in love with Sirius. It's impossible to avoid thinking about, since they spend so much time together, and James? James doesn't do subtle. He didn't say anything to Sirius about his feelings, but it must’ve been obvious. He knows that he stares too much and gets lost in daydreams, and his expression doesn't hide anything.

He's in love with Sirius, and while he would like to date Sirius-- and marry him, but that might be even more terrifying for him to say aloud, if pining alone scared Sirius off-- he's not willing to sacrifice their friendship for it. He also knows that his feelings for Sirius aren't going to evaporate, so when Sirius starts to avoid him, James lets it happen. It'll give Sirius the space he wants, and-- he hopes-- the time to get used to the idea so that they can go back to being mates like nothing happened.

Except it doesn't happen.

Sirius isn't avoiding him completely, but it's far from being attached at the hip like they usually are. After three weeks of being bored out of his skull with all his time alone, James decides that enough is enough. He'll apologise for his feelings and let Sirius know that he doesn't expect anything from him, and then they can go back to normal. They've never had to deal with a weird patch like this, so he isn't sure that it'll go as smoothly as that, but why would things go worse? No point in thinking about it, he decides.

It's a night where there's no Quidditch practice and neither of them have detention, so James grabs the Marauders' Map and finds Sirius's stationary footprints just outside the castle walls, near the greenhouses. He is really hiding out to be over there-- they'd long since discovered that sound traveled too well by those buildings, and as such, don't hang out there.

James tucks the Map inside his robes, grabs the Invisibility Cloak, and leaves.

It is- well, it is weird for Sirius to be this upset about James fancying him, isn't it? His feelings should've made things awkward, not made Sirius run away for a few weeks just to avoid dealing with it. Maybe something else is going on with Sirius, and he just hadn't noticed because he was so sure the problem was his feelings. That would be- not better, really, but at least it wouldn't be James's fault.

James pulls off the Cloak as he gets close and folds it over his arm. "Enjoying the view?"

Sirius jumps in surprise, but he relaxes the instant he sees who it is. "Yeah, it's beautiful," he says, waving a hand half-heartedly at the view of the buildings surrounding them. 

"Better than the Black Lake." James sits down next to him, not thinking to keep his distance. Their arms bump together as he sits, and Sirius withdraws with a jerk. "Er."

Sirius looks down at the ground, as if ashamed of his reaction.

"Look, I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" he repeats with a frown.

"I didn't think me fancying you would make you so uncomfortable, but- look, Padfoot, I gave you a few weeks like you wanted, but us not being friends anymore is ridiculous, don't you think?"

"You fancy me?"

"Yeah, isn't that what this is about?" James asks, gesturing vaguely at Sirius and the greenhouses.

Sirius looks up, meeting his eyes. The moon is nearly full, so there's enough light to see his expression-- he looks heartbroken. "No. Merlin, no, I had no idea."

That's a relief that can't be overstated, easing the pain that had been gripping James's chest ever since this started. But if it's not him that made Sirius keep his distance, then what is it? He casts his mind out for an answer, but nothing jumps out. "Then what's going on?"

Sirius continues to look at him, then slowly leans in. It's obvious what he's doing as he reaches for James and their faces line up, but he can't quite believe that it's happening until their lips meet. "I wish you'd told me sooner," he breathes, then kisses James again.

James feels like he's floating. Each kiss Sirius gives him feel like this can't be real because it's so good. How is this happening? Ten minutes ago, he'd been sure that this was impossible and now... Merlin, now Sirius is holding onto him like he wants him and it makes the last few weeks feel like they never happened.

Only, when they stop kissing and decide to head back to the dormitory, James realises that Sirius never explained his avoidance. The Map is open in front of them, easing the way to Gryffindor Tower. James is the one navigating, so when he stops walking, Sirius does the same. He looks over and asks, "Why were you avoiding me the past few weeks? I thought it was because I fancy you, but you said it's not." 

Sirius swallows and doesn't meet his eyes. He's never been good at lying to James, and now is no different. "It's nothing."

"It didn't feel like nothing. The only reason I let it happen is because I thought it was my fault, but it wasn't. So, spill."

Nothing.

James puts an arm around Sirius's shoulders, but it's not the casual way he usually does it-- it's to stop him from running away. He starts walking again and drags Sirius along with him. He's not exactly sure how to make Sirius answer him. Sirius doesn't keep things from him, so he never needed to learn how. It means that he doesn't know what to do to make Sirius tell him but they're still best friends; he knows him pretty damn well. And right now, Sirius is unreasonably tense, in a way he's not when James is the one touching him. Unbidden, his mind retrieves the memory of when a bludger had taken Sirius out during a game; there had been a firm tension to his body then, too... identical to the way he's holding himself now. James grits his teeth but doesn't let go. "Are you hurt?"

For a moment, Sirius winds himself even tighter, and it feels like he's going to shatter, but then he breathes out, loosening fraction by fraction. It doesn't leave him relaxed, but he no longer looks like he's going to snap in two. "I didn't tell you because I knew you'd freak out. It's not a big deal, it's just taking longer to heal than I thought."

James ignores the comment about him freaking out. "How'd you get hurt?"

"...It's not a big deal."

"Yeah, you said that. How'd you get hurt?" he repeats, even though he has the uneasy feeling that he already knows. After all, who else could it be? Anybody else, and Sirius would've been able to defend himself; anybody else, and James would've already hexed their bollocks off.

Sirius clenches his jaw and says nothing, but they share a look that says it all: his parents.

James loosens his hold around Sirius's shoulders; now that he's not going to run away, there's no point in holding on so tight. He licks his lips as he tries to think of how to phrase the offer. "D'you want me to take a look?"

"No," he says, recoiling with wide eyes.

"I'm decent at Healing, and you're pants at it. Maybe I can help a little."

Sirius doesn't immediately tell him 'no' again; James wants to think of it as a victory, but it probably means that he's hurt badly enough that he doesn't mind-- as much-- if James sees him like that. He hates to be vulnerable, James knows. There's further hesitation before he says, "Only if you promise not to... be all James about it."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You get all... I dunno, panicky. I'm not going to Madame Pomfrey, and I don't want to hear you suggest it."

James knows he's going to regret this but, "I promise."

"And I want to snog when you're done worrying," he adds with a smirk.

James rolls his eyes, feigning an aloofness he doesn't feel. "You've a one track mind, don't you?"

"I'm prioritizing."

They banter back and forth as they walk to the dormitory, only quieting as they near the Fat Lady and don the Invisibility Cloak. James is as aware as ever about how close they are when they're both under it. As kids, they fit comfortably. Now that they've grown into themselves, it's less silly shuffling and learning to walk at the same time, and more James trying to control his body's natural reaction at being so close to Sirius.

The common room is empty, allowing them to pull off the Cloak. Sirius shoots him a knowing smirk, and he blushes. He doesn't want to, but he's caught out and there's no point in lying to Sirius, of all people. He can tell, as they trek up the stairs, that Sirius is hoping he'll lose focus. He wants for James to forget all about his injury-- injuries? he doesn't know and he's scared-- but it will take more than this to distract him. Even though it is a very... tempting distraction. Merlin, he needs to get his head on straight.

They're both lightfooted as they walk around the room, not wanting to wake their dormmates. They dress for bed, and Sirius joins James in his bed without question. James was a perfect gentleman when they were changing and didn't sneak a look at the injuries Sirius was hiding, but now the curtains are spelled to give them privacy, and Sirius is delaying taking off his shirt. He toys with the drawstring of his bottoms before heaving a sigh.

"Remember that you promised not to freak out," he mutters as he off his shirt.

For a moment, James worries that he'll be so busy checking him out that he won't be paying adequate attention to how hurt Sirius is. That worry vanishes the second his eyes take in the extent of the damage laid on Sirius's torso. 

With the reminder of his promise fresh in his mind, he holds back the rage that boils to life. He clenches his hands, fingers curled in so tightly they might stay that way. Magical injuries always look the worst. A bruise from banging into a door doesn't look the same as a bruise from a curse. Something about the tint of it makes it feel more sickly, and with the numerous ones on Sirius, highlighted by the occasional bandage, it's like a plague.

"Are-" James has to stop and clear his throat. When he tries again, he sounds much more in control. "Are those cuts?" he asks, gesturing to the bandages.

Sirius nods, jaw tight.

"I'll see what I can do for those. And I've got that extra-strength cream for bruises that we can use on the rest."

Sirius nods again and gingerly peels off the tape for one of his bandages so James can take a better look, then lays down and waits. He's tense but trying so hard not to be. It's obvious that he wants to cover up again, but he keeps his eyes safely out of the way and lets James work.

Reading about the different kinds of injuries was a lot more fun than seeing them right in front of him. Learning about it all sent a thrill through him-- the knowledge he had that others didn't, the power to heal what others couldn't. Seeing Sirius hurt just makes him want to hurl. There's no excitement to it. There's no comfort that he'll feel better at the end of this.

He touches Sirius carefully and warns before he casts any spell. He tries half a dozen, hoping for any noticeable change. His eyes strain from peering so closely, and he only calls it to an end when he feels himself tiring from all the magic in such a short time. He pulls off his glasses with a grimace and rubs at his eyes. "Sorry I couldn't do more."

"It's alright. I feel loads better," Sirius says, and it doesn't even sound like a lie.

James opens his eyes and looks at the slightly blurry figure with a flat expression. "You don't look any better now than when I started."

"I dunno if it looks any different, but it does feel better." He puts a hand on James's knee and strokes back and forth with his thumb. "Thanks."

James makes a vague noise of acknowledgment and lays down, facing him. He's close enough like this that his features are clear, even without the glasses.

Sirius turns so he's on his side, their faces scant inches apart. 

Given their conversation earlier, James half-expects for Sirius to kiss him. He can't believe he's thinking it, but he doesn't want him to. He doesn't want to be exhausted from magic and anger at Sirius's parents when they snog; it should be happy, like they are when they're together. 

"Promise you won't be angry about it in the morning?"

"If you think that's possible, then you don't know me," James replies with a smile, that Sirius reflects.

"Yeah, I didn't think so," he snickers. "I'll take a raincheck on that other promise. I still want to snog my new boyfriend." 

"But not now?" James checks. He doesn't want to right now either-- thinks it would be a bad idea if they did-- but he wants to be sure.

"Not now," Sirius confirms, looking soft around the edges. "Though..." He hesitates, then leans forward and gently presses their lips together. It's only for a few seconds, and it's clear this is the most they're going to do tonight; it's the most either of them want to do after that. He rolls over carefully, then scoots back so James can hold him. 

They've slept like this before, with James holding onto him like a stuffie. He hesitates because of Sirius's injuries, but that's taken care of a moment later when Sirius grabs his arm and pulls it over his waist, interlocking their fingers and hugging James's hand to his chest.

[annonniiiiieeeee]

I'm sorry for the hurt, but I saw that your current favorite anime was Madoka and now I need to know.....who is Madoka and who is Homura more in your opinion?? For our turtles and gang with Leosagi.

Oh see this is all about what flavor of suffering you want.

#1

Usagi is Homura

This can work in 2003 or rise style

Thematically Homura is the odd one out. Both in the sense that she is outside of the time line but also the group.

Usagi is an outsider to the turtles. They have their skills (and in rise their powers) that play off of and work together well. Usagi works well on his own or with one partner (this is not sayin he can’t work with the group usagi defiantly does and homura has timelines where she also finds a roll with in the group.

Yer with each loop with each failure he would get more focused on the change he could make rather then the relationships that are fading.

Having to watch Leo watch his family die over and over and then also having to watch Leo die would suck so much. Usagi’s determination and focus would be incredible.

In 2003 they already know each other so maybe the Leo and Usagi are close friends but not together when the whole situation gets started. Maybe Usagi tells Leo his feelings in the first time line. When everything hits the fan and Usagi is sent back in time, once again he and Leo are just friends.

With each time line he pulls further and further away from the turtles. He’s so focused on keeping them alive he can’t think of anything else. Meanwhile Leo is so confused why his friend/crush is acting so coldly towards him.

For rise you can do the same thing or you can stay really faithful to the source matter Al and have Leo and Usagi meet and fall for each other in the first timeline. This way every time it resets Leo doesn’t remember Usagi. Bunny boy is bending over backwards to keep Leo and his family alive and they don’t even know who he is.

Lot of shipping angst in both of these options

#2

Donnie is homura

I told you it depended on the type of suffering you wanted. (2003 brotherly angst or Rise and get not only brotherly angst but also disaster twin angst)

Donnie desperately trying to save his family from their destruction over and over again and nothing is working

Usagi and Leo could still have their romance in the side but this lead to further tragedy. (Sayaka and Kyoko = ninja vs samurai values)

Maybe Donnie doesn’t realize that they were romantic in the first few time loop. (Maybe they are dating and just haven’t told any one yet or Leo really likes him but hasn’t said anything yet) the two always die together in every timeline

Until Donnie saves Leo and not Usagi, and he finds out. He finds out how much Leo cared for Usagi as he watches his brother morn and break apart at the loss.

Maybe for a while he tries to save Usagi to. But as the longer the time loop goes on, the more his values narrow.

Homura started out trying to save the others as well. But she realized it was pointless so she focused on just saving madoka. Donnie does the same thing but focuses just on his family. Outsiders become acceptable losses.

Even when those losers destroy his brothers emotionally every time (Leo loses Usagi. Raph loses Mona or Casey, etc.) but by this point Donnie can’t care. His family is alive they will get over their grief eventually.

But he can never keep them all alive.

No the main question is who will Madoka be? Who sacrifices themselves for the greater good? Who would give up their mortal life to spare those they love?

Leo. (Doesn’t matter if it’s rise or 2003 that bou is going down)