#aka my newest son

[writingsofwesteros]

#lost in the snow (a small moment of Cregan being a girl dad)

It seemed surreal to Cregan when his sweet princess finally birthed a screaming, healthy girl. The Stark children now numbered seven, all boys who were mirror images of their father, though now this new little girl would make eight. Eight beautiful children his beloved wife had given him - it only made him ever the more proud to have her by his side throughout life. Cregan looked down at his new daughter and couldn’t help but reach out, softly stroking her tufts of brown hair and taking her small hand in his. Though he adored his boys, he could already tell there would be nothing he would not do for his daughter. Sweet Princess smiled at him, her expression conveying the exhaustion she felt bringing her newest babe into the world, but also so much love. She took the babe into her arms as she began to nurse her, sweetly cooing down at the little girl.

“What shall we name her, my love?” The princess queried curiously. The pair had both been certain it would be another boy. However, Cregan had longed for a girl and already had a name picked out.

“Ellena Stark would be a fine name for a Northern lady, would it not?” Cregan looked to his wife for approval only to see her focus once again on the babe as it suckled at her breast.

“My little Ellena,” the Princess whispered softly, “Oh how your brothers will love you my sweet girl.”

As years past it would not be uncommon to see the fearsome Lord Stark with a small girl on his shoulders as they ventured around town, doting on her and feeding her sweets from the markets. His sons would be running around his feet but the little Ellena would always be close to her father, cuddling into his side. He was not supposed to have favourites, but his daughter would always be his little girl and his proudest creation.

(Aka Cregan loves to breed his wife to make mini-me’s but then he helps make a mini-me of his wife and he just loves her soooooo much)

WE LOVE HIM!

Ellena is the prettiest of names, i love that !

The Princess adores watching the scene as she settles at the high table of the feast. The harp playing nicely as her oldest boy sits beside her.

He speaks about his day and stays close as ever.

Cregan would always have his daughter near even as he speaks with other Lords; she clings to his pants as he strokes her hair

[veryace-ficrecs]

Batman Outsider POV Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Wait... you're backup? by Ceciliedr - Rated T

When her team is captured by Lex Luther, Traci can do little more than cross her fingers for a rescue. When someone does crash the party, it isn't anyone she knows. Traci sincerely hopes the guy in the red helmet is on their side.

library card by mikkal - Rated T

Jason Todd, Red Hood, and the Park Row Public Library (and her librarians).

Finding a New Perspective by njw - Rated T

“I got this, Hood.” Red Robin sounds annoyed as he arcs and twists through the air, kicking one henchman into another and wrenching the gun away from a third while simultaneously retracting his grappling line and then launching it to catch another unwary henchman. Just, how?

“I can see you do,” Red Hood says, and wait. Was his voice always that deep? Is he… Maya squints. Is he staring at Red Robin’s ass?

She blinks, then studies the line of sight more closely. Maybe he’s just checking out Red Robin’s kneecaps, in preparation for shooting at them? That seems more his style. Sexual attraction is kind of confusing and she still doesn’t totally believe Tosh that it’s actually as big a thing as people make it out to be—seriously, do other people really spend that much time thinking about it? Sounds fake but okay.

But no, Red Hood’s helmet is totally pointed at Red Robin’s ass. Huh. That’s new.

Captain Marvel's Adopted? by Len_suilon_mellon - Rated T

When Captain Marvel sends out a distress call, the only League member available is Batman. Bruce comes to his aid, but he finds out that Billy is a 10-year-old homeless orphan with black hair and blue eyes. Obviously, he makes the only logical decision and adopts Billy. Because it's Bruce—who's allergic to revealing life-changing information—the League is left in the dark. This story is written as 5+1 story from the Justice League's POV as they attempt to define the weird relationship between Batman and Captain Marvel. 5 times they didn't realize Batman had adopted Captain Marvel, and the 1 time they did.

The Startling Secret Identity of The Batman by Nokomis - Rated T

Good evening, super-sleuths! Boy, do we have a treat for you today. We’re delving into one of the biggest unsolved mysteries of the modern era. The million-dollar question. The billion-dollar question, if one of these theories holds water. That’s right. We’re gonna risk life, limb and sanity by asking the question… who is The Batman? [In-universe Buzzfeed Unsolved accidentally stumbles on Batman’s secret identity. The Batfam reacts.]

playacting by nex_et_nox - Rated G

“So,” Jim said, “are you one of Wayne’s new kids?” Because only siblings acted that way toward each other, and it seemed like every time Gotham turned around, Bruce Wayne was adopting more kids. It was a reasonable question. “What?” Jay asked. “No, I’m—” He paused. Very slowly, his head tilted as he looked over Jim’s shoulder in the most obvious way he possibly could. Jim Gordon accidentally meets the "newest" member of the Wayne family.

5 times the Justice League catch Bruce acting domestically by TimesBeingWhatTheyAre - Rated G

...and the one time he lets them see it aka 5 times the kids torment Bruce, and the time that he actually arranges a meet-up and minds are blown

the politics of dancing by TheResurrectionist - Not Rated

After months of silence following his mysterious resurrection from the dead, the prodigal Wayne heir shows up at an unlikely meeting. “Where is Mr. Wayne?” Jason crossed his legs, cracking his neck. “He’s not coming.” “I was assured Mr. Wayne would be here.” “Tough. Looks like you’ll have to settle for me, huh?”

I Love My Gay Son(s) by reeby10 - Rated G

But the part that had everyone’s attention was the shirt, a plain white t-shirt with “I LOVE MY GAY SON” emblazoned across the chest in bold, rainbow letters.

Bat Out Of Hell by arguablysomaya - Rated G

Five times the Bats are weird, and one time that weirdness saves the world Or, the Bats are weird, everyone that’s even remotely aware of the superhero game knows this. But, odd as they are, they’re still humans. Which is why it should probably be impossible that they’re such forces of chaos. And when they’re all together? Well, most people are just glad they’re on the good side. And they are. Mostly.

The five times Flash came to Gotham for help and the one time he didn't need to (5+1) by Silver_Athena - Not Rated

Barry needs help solving a murder, he goes to Gotham for help. Though he's looking for Batman he seems to constantly run into new heroes. Why do they all seem connected to Batman? --- “You know where he lives?” “I practically live there myself, why is this so surprising to you? You’ve worked with him for- Oh… oh my God, you guys don’t know!"

A Break in Tradition by incogneat_oh - Not Rated

Gordon had seen something when he caught the canary yellow cape out the corner of his eye– something in the way the kid had moved. So he figures he should ask, “You doing okay up there, son?” AKA: The one where Jim Gordon minds a tiny vigilante until his bigger, scarier partner can collect him.

gotham aviary by pepperfield - Rated G

“I see you have a new addition to the family,” Bella says, smiling at the group pushing their father along toward the plaza stairs. “Yeah, we stole him from his backyard,” Jason tells her brightly.

“average billionaire adopts 1000 children a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average billionaire adopts 0 children per year. Orphans Bruc, who lives in cave & adopts over 1 child each month, is an outlier adn should not have been counted.

what goes around by Goldmonger - Rated G

A civilian accidentally kills the Joker. It’s a confusing time for everybody.

artemis crock coming to the wrong conclusions by impravidus - Rated G

Nightwing has his hands outstretched, his palms opening and closing exaggeratedly. Red Hood shakes his head. “I am not gonna—” “Just one?” Nightwing interjects sweetly. “Please please please?” “You are such an idiot—” “Just ooone. C’mon, Hood. Don’t these arms look so warm and inviting?” “Inviting for a stab, yeah.” Artemis sees Nightwing being his affectionate (or as Red Hood would put it, extremely annoying) self and comes to the wrong conclusions.

[ntaras]

Father.

spoilers for the newest mk game

i’m very upset at the way they treated bi-han as a one note villain, and hate how they made out his father to be a good man. so, here’s a fic aka some anti sub-zero father propaganda.

the fic is centered around bi-han's relationship with his father

warnings for abuse, implied murder of an infant, and implied death during childbirth

if you see any typos don’t mention it to save me from embarrassment please

word count: 2.5k +

1. Sister

There’s a hand on Bi-Han’s throat. It’s not choking him, but it could if it wanted to. He could thrash and flail in the hand’s grip, but every time he whips his head in order to get away, the grip tightens. It’s mocking him, telling him how his last breath is in its palms. Eventually, Bi-Han learned it would never kill him. It would just make fun of him. It wasn’t any better for him.

But he’s lucky, isn’t he? The very hand that could kill him, also protecting him from death. Evidence of its power to take away life lies in the corpse of Bi-Han’s mother. He can’t see her, and he can’t feel her hands anymore. Even if the hand of his father left an awful pit deep in Bi-Han’s soul, his mother could show her son her hands, and that warmth exists even in the coldest parts.

The hand clasps his shoulder, cold skin- bitter.

“Oh, my son, what will we tell your brother?”

Bitter. Bi-Han hates bitterness. Not the taste, but what he is. It’s a taste too close to the hand around his neck. It’s a taste possessing him, a black tar attacking his soul.

“Bi-Han, did you hear me?”

Hear? What did Bi-Han hear? Just hours ago, when he walked towards the room where he heard his mother screaming and abruptly fell silent, he heard more crying. Though as loud as the screams his mother let out, they were still smaller. He was ushered out by two men standing guard by the door. He didn’t hear the crying again.

But he’s lucky, isn’t he?

“Your mother’s gone, and a sister- you would have had a little sister.”

The very hand that could kill him, also protecting him from death. Lucky, blessed boy, to not be a daughter.

“She’s not dead,” Bi-Han whispered.

“Bi-Han-”

He shoved his father’s hand off his shoulder. “She’s not dead!”

“She is dead- both of them. You mother and sister-”

“I heard her crying!”

Though many of the Lin Kuei men knew the Grandmaster for far longer than Bi-Han had been alive, they didn’t grow up with that man as a father. Bi-Han could see how his eyes held the contempt, scorn, disgust, and hate he had hidden away. They were eyes that watched Bi-Han like he was an animal, and his father the hunter. Though his father never took the shot to kill him, he would graze him enough for blood to spill.

His father’s eyes unveiled themself to Bi-Han.

“Who? No one was crying. Your sister was already dead before she could take her first breath.”

“She’s still alive! I heard her-”

The way his father struck him did sting, but it didn’t hurt. Even if blood began coating his tongue, it’s not as bad as the bitterness.

His father gripped both of his shoulders, dragging Bi-Han close to him and unable to escape his hold. Bi-Han kept his face turned away, looking down at the floor. He could feel the tears forming, and he couldn’t face his father with those tears on display.

“No one is crying except you, Bi-Han.”

Bi-Han’s lips wobbled, the question begging to be released from his mouth.

How’d he do it?

2. Tomas

There’s no love in Bi-Han’s father. He can laugh like any other man, his smiles are like any other man, but kindness doesn’t come from simulated laughs and smiles.

But he loves to feign kindness.

Even if killing Tomas’s family was an accident, sparing him from that same fate wasn’t an accident. Taking in a new son wasn’t an accident. Giving him the tools to be a useful son wasn’t an accident.

Tomas was allowed to keep his mother’s knife- he didn’t want anything else from the bodies of his dead family. The Grandmaster had removed the knife from the mother’s hand, grabbed the knife’s sheath, and handed the bloodstained weapon to Tomas.

Night came, and when Tomas fell asleep, Bi-Han snuck into his room and took the knife. For hours, he washed away the blood from the silver metal and cleaned the sheath. Bi-Han couldn’t wash away the blood that still stained Tomas’s fingers without waking him up.

As Tomas became his and Kuai Liang’s brother, Bi-Han couldn’t bring himself to call Tomas his brother. He was sure he didn’t care much for him, the cleaning of the knife was simply because his father didn’t clean it. It was a good deed that no one knew about- so it didn’t matter if Bi-Han did it.

Besides, Tomas was sure Bi-Han hated him. Bi-Han yelled at him once during a sparring session. Tomas clumsily slipped on the mat, and almost stabbed Bi-Han in the arm. Bi-Han screamed the word “idiot” so loudly, it echoed through the halls of the temple. The eleven year old ran away embarrassed, and Bi-Han was scolded by his father, that a future Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei has to keep his cool, even if others are being idiots.

Bi-Han’s way to his room was past Tomas’s room, but hearing his name leave Tomas’s lips, Bi-Han paused and listened to what was being said about him.

“Why doesn’t Bi-Han like me? I’ve been here for a year and all he does is call me stupid.”

“Bi-Han calls me stupid sometimes.”

Of course, Kuai Liang and Tomas quickly became close. Kuai Liang inherited all the kindness of his mother, the bitterness unable to possess him.

“But Bi-Han means it when he calls me that.”

“He also means it when he calls me that.”

“But you’re his brother! I’m not anything to him.”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“What?”

“I think if Bi-Han really hated you, he wouldn’t have let you have the last egg roll yesterday.”

The moment he heard the two giggling, he made his presence known. “Can the two of you shut up? I want to go to sleep.”

Kuai Liang and Tomas sheepishly glanced at their older brother, Kuai Liang trying to stifle his giggles behind his hand, and Tomas completely red in the face. Bi-Han was ready to continue his way to his room, but once again stopped himself when he noticed Tomas staring at him. He locked eyes with the boy, who quickly looked down to the ground. Despite just laughing with Kuai Liang about Bi-Han, once Tomas met Bi-Han’s eyes for the first time since almost harming him, the tears began to slowly work their way down his face.

Had it been Bi-Han’s choice, Tomas wouldn’t be his brother. Instead, Tomas would still be running around in the woods with his family. He’d still have his mother to teach him how to track animals, how to stitch his own clothes, and she’d be the one to give him her knife.

Would it have been a mercy to kill Tomas also, to die in the embrace of his mother, rather than grow up to be another weapon for the man who claims the name “father?”

Bi-Han swallows his bitterness, and forces himself to find his mother’s kindness. “It was only a scratch. It won’t even scar me.”

He leaves before he can see how Tomas reacts.

Bi-Han almost wants to turn around and march towards his father’s room. In that split second of vulnerability, he yearned for his father to convey that same feeling. It’d never happen, it’s a farfetched fantasy.

But the question once again begged to be released into the open.

How’d he do it?

3. Kuai Liang

Kuai Liang is ignorant to his father’s truth. The truth being that all the fondness he has for Kuai Liang isn’t because he loves him. In fact, Kuai Liang is the son that doesn’t matter. It’s Bi-Han that matters. As his father once told Bi-Han, it’s why he’s so harsh with his darling eldest son. Because his claim to the Lin Kuei matters. 

The bloody noses, the scars, and the occasional broken bones Kuai Liang received weren’t ever by his father. It was always by Bi-Han whenever they’d train together- almost pitted against each other by their father. As Kuai Liang would be ushered to the infirmary, eager to heal so he can continue training, his father would approach Bi-Han and chastise him for being “too harsh” with his little brother. 

He doesn’t care if Bi-Han’s being too harsh with Kuai Liang, just as long as he doesn't kill him. 

Bi-Han isn’t scared of hurting Kuai Liang, but he fears his father’s hand hovering around his younger brother’s neck. The gentlest push could snap Kuai Liang’s neck, and then maybe Bi-Han would also die alongside him. Maybe he’d become something worse. 

Of course his father is aware that the reason he has such a hold on Bi-Han is because of Kuai Liang, and eventually even because of Tomas. Bi-Han is the only one who lives knowing the capabilities of their father’s violence, the other two boys blessed with being the youngest. 

What is it like to be ignorant? As Kuai Liang inherited their mother’s goodness, Bi-Han inherited her knowledge of the truth. She lived a life aware of the terror that was her husband, and was unable to save her children from him. Would Bi-Han be able to save his brothers? What would his mother think of him if he failed? 

If she became angry with him, that would be fine. She could lock him out the gates of Heaven if it meant she could embrace Kuai Liang again. Bi-Han would enter hell, and become trapped with his father for eternity, but hopefully he would become the one to torture his father. 

He’s never felt the urge to torture his father as much as he did right now. 

It’s been ten years since his mother died, today is the “anniversary” of her death. His father always held a dinner in memory of his wife’s and daughter’s untimely demise. Everyone had retired to bed after eating, leaving only Bi-Han and his father facing each other on the opposite sides of the table. 

They watched each other in silence as the servants cleaned the table as fast as they could, wanting to escape the awful tension in the air. 

As quickly as they finished cleaning, they left the room. 

“I was disappointed with the food this year. In all honesty, my appetite was ruined when the rice arrived late. How does plain, white rice arrive late?”

Bi-Han doesn’t respond. His father continues. 

“Though it seems you also agree. You barely had anything, but then again, you never eat whenever this day arrives.” 

Bi-Han doesn’t respond. His father sighs. 

“I waited for everyone else to leave because you clearly have something to say, so what is it? Spit it out, son.” 

Bi-Han still doesn’t respond. His father rolls his eyes. 

“Even Kuai Liang doesn’t throw a tantrum about this- and you’ve been throwing one for the last ten years. Once a year, you decide to throw this little scene with me. He was eight and practically still glued to that woman’s hip, and yet you’re the one still acting like a child.”

“Don’t.”

His father raised an eyebrow at the one-word response Bi-Han gave him. “What? I could at least understand Kuai Liang if he acted the way you’re acting right now, but you don’t have an excuse. Besides, what if Kuai Liang or Tomas were to die? If you behaved like this, that would simply be embarrassing.” 

Bi-Han digs his nails into his palm, his shoulders tensing up. This only urges his father to continue antagonizing his son. 

“You are aware that either of them could possibly die? I thought you would have come to peace with that considering our profession. Do you remember your uncle, my own younger brother? Did you see me weep when his body was delivered to me? No, you didn’t. Even if Kuai Liang’s body was delivered to me, I wouldn’t-” 

“I’ll kill you someday.” 

His father almost misses what he said, the words almost hiding themselves from him. But he heard them, and intrigued, his eyes began to gleam with a wicked glint. 

“Will you now?” 

Bi-Han still can’t look at that man in the eyes, but his body urges the words out of him anyways.

“The day will come when you’re begging me to save you- when you’re finally at my mercy. And I won’t give you any.”

His father laughs- the most genuine laugh Bi-Han has heard come out of him. If he was Kuai Liang, he would be grinning at the old man’s bellowing laugh.

“I’ll look forward to that day, Bi-Han.” 

His father leaves Bi-Han alone at the dinner table. Bi-Han’s throat is dry, sweat pooling at his forehead. That wasn’t torture, that was amusement for his father. It was a circus show his father watched for free. And despite it all, Bi-Han still couldn’t ask the question he’s kept in him for the last ten years. 

How’d he do it?

4. Bi-Han

His father is dying. 

Bi-Han doesn’t care how his father is dying, he only cares about the fact that he is dying. 

The snow has never looked as white as it did with his father’s blood dyeing it. The woods have never been as quiet as it did with his father’s labored breathing. The cold has never touched Bi-Han as much as it did now, with the bitterness leaving his father and the desperation sinking in. 

A hand reached out towards Bi-Han, struggling to keep itself supported it collapsed back onto the snow. 

“He-help me, son.” 

Bi-Han remembers this spot in the woods as the same place Kuai Liang and Tomas began throwing snowballs at him, and in response, Bi-Han kicked the unfinished snowman they built. The woods, at the very least, can offer Bi-Han the memories of fonder parts of his childhood. 

“Bi-Han, please.”

The woods can offer melancholic memories also. If he went further into the woods, he would stumble upon the trees Kuai Liang and Tomas planted- gravestones for the family Tomas lost. Though it’s not as sorrowful as it sounds, as it was the same spot Tomas hugged him for the first time. 

 “I need you to help me, Bi-Han, please.” 

If Bi-Han went even further into the woods, he would stumble upon a cave where a bear and her family took shelter in. The first time he saw the mother bear and her cubs, he rushed back home to show Kuai Liang. For hours, they watched the mother catching fish in the river next to the cave, and the cubs annoying each other. They didn’t return back to the temple until the sun began to set. Those bears probably don’t live there anymore, but a new family has probably moved in. 

“Son!”

How’d he do it?

There’s a hand on their throat. 

How’d he do it?

It doesn’t take much to snap their neck.

How’d he do it? 

There’s no blood to spill, so he won’t have to look at himself in the red mirror. 

How’d he do it?

No guilt. No relief. 

No guilt. No relief.

No guilt. No relief.

All love. 

Bi-Han’s a liar. He doesn’t get a chance to kill his father. He watches his father, instead. He watches his father choke on his own begging and pleading for his eldest son’s love. 

It’s all love. 

It’s how Bi-Han did it- all love. 

The woods have never been more alive, as Bi-Han finally looked his father in his dead, unblinking eyes, and cried.

[gerec]

Hello! Do you have a list of fics where the X-Men crossover with the Avengers? Thank you!

Here's a list of x-men/avengers crossover fics that was posted on the xmen fcff blog for you to review.

And here are some additional fics that you might enjoy! (Note that there are a mix of canon, powers and no powers aus on both lists).

Happy reading!

Runs In The Family by Anonysquirrel (chibirisuchan)

Alex knew his own reputation. Hell, he'd started some of his own reputation, because it kept some of the smarter thugs off his back. Everyone knew Alex's reputation. There was no way Hank didn't know his reputation, but he'd brought Alex into a house with some really expensive things and a lot of innocent little kids and his too-friendly, too-harmless dad.

But clearly Hank hadn't told his family anything about Alex, just like he hadn't told Alex anything about his family. At least, not about the brain-breaking parts of his family.

"I didn't know where to start," Hank said, for the dozenth time.

Featuring mpreg!Charles in a Kiss The Cook apron, overprotective!Erik in wet black leather, and baked goods. Lots and lots of baked goods.

I wanna hold your hand by sirona

No one understands what it's like growing up rich and yet more alone than anyone should be able to stand - except for people who grew up just like you, that is. In which Tony Stark goes to Oxford University and meets people and makes enemies and makes friends and changes people's minds and falls in love - amongst other tales of mishap and adventure.

Space Oddity by maimo, MonstrousRegiment, Pangea, Yaegaki (series)

Prince Charles Xavier is Deputy Commander of the TEF Heartsteel and the newest mission they've been assigned starts out less than desirable and quickly goes downhill from there. It's alright, though, he'll cope.

It doesn't help, though, that he's in unrequited love with his best friend and Commander of the Heartsteel, War-Prince Erik Lehnsherr.

The Consultant (aka A Westchester Telepath in the Avengers Tower) by lachatblanche

Prompt: "- not my field, but Tony says you've made great advances in our ability to detect and perhaps one day use wormholes, Ms. Foster," says the genetics expert SHIELD imported from London to examine re-captured Loki - Charles, maybe - but the approaching figure of Captain America is eclipsed by the towering, gorgeous mass of Jane's Asgardian on-again-off-again boyfriend; the only thing she hears is a sudden, "Oh! Oh, my," and she turns to see competition.

In which Thor and Jane Foster meet Professor Charles Xavier, telepath, SHIELD consultant and compulsive flirt, for the very first time.

It goes exactly as one might expect.

Under The Suit (We Have To Work Together) by helens78

In which Charles and Erik's X-Men team up with the Avengers, but Erik's distracted by the guy in the metal suit.

Neighbors by sav2014 (series)

The Xavier Household and the Rogers-Stark Household are neighbors.

Life of an Engineer by ximeria

The main story "Building Bridges", is the boy-meets-boy and falls in love (eventually), but it's also Erik's trials and tribulations working at Stark Enterprises, his slightly insane boss, his love life (Erik's, not Tony's), and life in general.

How to Get a Midgardian Boyfriend: a Guide by Charles Odinson by cachinnation

The king of all Asgard had three sons, and of the three Odinsons, one was golden and tempestuous and kingly, and the other two were right headaches. After Charles, Odin stopped bringing children home.

Mutant School AU by ximeria (series)

As teachers and role models for the rest of the school, Charles and Erik fail pretty spectacularly. However, in their own, slightly dysfunctional way, they work.

Modern day setting with a school run jointly by Brotherhood and X-men members, with Charles' father as the leader of one side, Logan the leader of the other, and Charles and Erik, who should be old enough to act maturely, just tend to... not.

Invictus by MonstrousRegiment

Charles, in the aftermath of an assault, and the psychological repercussions of lack of solace and support in those who are closest to him.

What's In The Cake? by Gerec

It's Tony's birthday and the team is having a party at the new Avengers Tower. Tony's best friend Emma Frost is there too, and along with Pepper have a special birthday present for their favorite genius millionaire playboy philanthropist - a giant birthday cake, complete with an absolutely gorgeous looking stripper.

Steve Rogers finds himself just a little bit in love.

[witchoflegends]

This cutie is my newest muse. Son of Logan Howlett aka Wolverine. Mini bio under the cut before I add him to my google docs. Like for a starter

Skyler shares his father's mutation of regenerative healing. He was born to Hannah Cook after a one night stand with Logan. She had initially planned to put him up for adoption, but she couldn't go through with it once she had him in her arms. It wasn't until college that his mutation showed itself. There was an accident in one of his chemistry labs that should have resulted in chemical burns, but by the time he was taken to the hospital, it had become a first degree burn, and was fully healed by the next day.

Upon hearing about Xavier's school, he decided to go there for some answers. Now he comes and goes to help them with their experiments. Skyler is smart and enjoys learning, and with his powers of healing, he has become prone to doing extreme and dangerous experiments. Putting himself in danger that he knows he'll heal from to help the X-Men.

As of yet, he is unaware of his connection to Logan as his mom only told him how his father was a one night stand. So he fully expects to never meet or know who he is. Something he's come to terms with by this point in his life.

[springy1000]

All the little chibi's I've made, but my twin sister chose the characters!! Some of them are my OCs and most of them you can tell where they are from!

Golden Freddy/My version: From FNAF 1, 2, and the FNAF movie! Is the youngest son of Springtrap AKA John!

Jake: My newest OC! From my new Ask blog on Tumblr! He likes William Afton in my AU!

Fatal/My version: A Glitch cast character from FNAF TPPR on Roblox! I play as him in my Roblox vids on YouTube! He Likes Sophie Walten!

Ennard/My version: From FNAF: Sister Location! Is the brother of Mary/Marionette!

Springtrap/My version: Is from FNAF 3, Has two souls possessing the suit! John Williams, and William Afton are the two souls! John is the main possessor! He is in love with Ennard's sister! Great friends with everyone, except Jake (For now)

Vanessa/My version: Is from FNAF Security Breach, and the FNAF Movie! She likes Mike Schmidt! She is really good friends with Springtrap! Tries to stop Shadrow and Adrian! (My main villains from my AU)

Sophie Walten/My version(From FNAF TPPR): Is from Walten Files! (My version is from FNAF TPPR on Roblox) She likes Fatal! Her father hates him! 😢 (She gets freaked out later in my AU when Fatal goes missing)

Mika/My version: My twin sister (IRL), She is one of my older OCs! She looks way better now than she did years ago! She loves everyone except the villains obviously!

There that took a while!!

[morrigan-sims]

D&D OC Intro

(inspired by @goldenwaves's post!!)

[transcript under the cut]

This is FAR from everyone, but it's the characters I've played for more than a oneshot, and the ones I actually talk about.

TRANSCRIPT:

Zenara Raventhorn (aka Zen)

Tiefling Warlock (Pact of the Fiend)

The first D&D character I ever played.

Only got to play two sessions with them.

Unintentionally inspired by Critical Role Campaign 2

Backstory written between 1-3am on my phone.

Has an imp familiar who looks like a raven.

Occasionally gets possessed by their patron, and then gets given new powers as an "apology".

Fire theme.

Rook (Adrian Lockwood)

Half-elf Rogue (Swashbuckler)

First (and only) character to make it past 8 sessions. (So far.)

Disaster bisexual pirate boy with SO MUCH trauma.

Wields a magic rapier that was a gift from his captain + first mentor.

Enemies with a different pirate captain who wants to capture him.

Has decent charisma but relatively terrible social skills.

Bastard son of a nobleman. Has daddy issues.

Reckless and impulsive to a fault. Would die for his friends.

May or may not be cursed by a demon lord.

Asola Riava Ashmark

Aasimar Paladin (Oath of Vengeance)

Made it 8 sessions before we switched campaigns.

Doesn't know she's an aasimar. Her powers show up when she experiences extreme emotions and it's only ever happened twice in her life.

Got briefly possessed and then force-shut-down by a literal god.

Has a habit of picking up stray traumatized young people.

The party's moral compass. Tried to keep them somewhat in line.

Believes that laying down her life to save someone else's is worth it. Swears she doesn't have self-worth issues.

Morana Novak

Witch (Curse Patron)

Character for an eventual Pathfinder game.

Named after a Slavic goddess of death and winter.

Necromancer, got kicked out of her hometown for graverobbing and experimenting on corpses.

Her familiar is a raven named Miro, who she rescued and trained.

Autistic as hell, which will be fun for me to play.

Very creepy and unsettling person.

One of her future party members nicknamed her "Mortician".

Cyra

Fire Genasi Barbarian (Path of the Storm Herald)

Newest character on this powerpoint.

Fights with a magical flaming quarterstaff that she can summon from inside herself.

Has a stolen, magically powered vehicle.

Formerly part of a cult. Only stayed around for their toxic then-girlfriend.

Somehow basically the least traumatized member of the party. That was NOT the plan.

Avra Shadaowbreath

Shadar-Kai/Reborn Rogue (Phantom)

Devout follower of the Raven Queen, has utter faith in her actions.

Used to work for an assassin's guild until she was killed after a job gone wrong.

Revived by the Raven Queen herself to be her assassin.

Sent to Barovia to kill a powerful lich.

Has complicated feelings on her own resurrection, but her faith in the Raven Queen is stronger than her doubts about herself, for now...

A massive hypocrite when it comes to other people being resurrected.

Odynia Adrasteia Erinys

Aasimar Paladin (Oath of Vengeance)

Devoted follower of Nemesis, goddess of divine retribution.

Got transformed into an aasimar after being chosen to be Nemesis's eye on the mortal plane.

"And eye for an eye" but make it literal.

Has black feathered wings sometimes.

More than a little bit of a bitch. Very prickly at best.

Her name means "inescapable pain/grief" so that bodes well.

Hellbent on revenge... but why?

Aspen Vale

Half-Elf/Changeling Bard/Warlock (Glamour/Archfey)

Pied Piper'd into the Feywild as a child.

Learned bardic magic there, and made a pact with their patron, Fin, the god of death.

Sent back to the material plane with ZERO memories.

Named themself after the first thing they saw in the material plane - an aspen grove.

Carries a "broken" compass that Fin uses to guide them in the right direction without their knowledge.

[importantdestinydefendor]

AU brainrot update! (This has been sitting for a while now oops)

Now onto AU thoughts to celebrate the newest ArSen chapter coming out! I actually had to put the phone down and stop reading due to my brain coming up with new scenes and ideas lol.

So Azar is defenitly with Team Arslan after the encounter with Zahhak (she jumps in after they have gathered around Rukhnabad and threw a light rune at him to blind him)

(I am going off of chapter 128 for a moment)

She defenitly will tease Gieve for speaking badly about Kaykusrawh and causing the earthtremor lol

but when the others make their vows of loyalty she tells Arslan that what she has to do (fighting her aunt Farah) keeps her from joing him

Daryun reminds her of their promise in Gilan and Azar makes a deal with Arslan that she will return to visit Arslans court

Azar meets back up with the Maaren army and they station themselves around the tower and on the castle wall

So now we're in chapter 129 and Team Hilmes have been confronted by Team Arslan

another - smaller- army has infiltrated via the sewers (they are neither Andragoras army nor left-behind Lusitanians)

Farzin and his army watch Hilmes struggle to keep his composure with slight pitty

Azar keeps an eye on the busted door

When Zandeh wants to fight Daryun, Chabik (Daryun's dad. Yes, Team Arslan know this by then)  intervenes, not wanting to see his son fight to death (the dead had been called so that they could watch from the shadows more)

(and also Chabik is in normal parsian soldier armor and nobody relises who he is)

but gets recalled by Eldar so that he doesn't do anything stupid

(chapter goes as we see)

then the mysterious army comes in and it is Farah (Azars evil aunt, for those who can't remeber her)

the Maaren army goes into action with Chabik, Mehrin (Azar's mother) and Azar at the front

they mow down a lot of enemies but get stopped as Irsia (Daryun's mom, she is there... because of reasons) is being held hostage by Farah and Farah threatens Chabik with killing Irsia (tough luck with that, moron, she's already dead) and Daryun

Chabik goes nuts and rampages through Farahs army

they try to stop him but that makes it worse

(he gets exposed here aka his helmet flies off - the DRAMA)

Farah has no other choice but to retreat but in a last ditch effort to get the favor back into her court, she kidnaps Azar, Gieve and Alfarid (still unsure about the characters besides Azar)

now complitally impaled by weapons and being unable to prevent the kidnapping, Chabik collapses bloody all over

Irsia tries to calm him down but Mehrin is the one who does it with a slap (bc that is how you help your friends!)

Farzin asks Saam for help to help him find his (by Saam presumed dead) child

Team Arslan + Saam go to Maar!

And that is how far my mind went for the transition from semi-canon to full on fanon for my AU! As you can see, the ending is a little rough and very unstable as I now have catched up to the manga for planning and I have to go by the chapter and change a few things here and there. But this should be roughly how we get to Maar (and Azar backstory whohoooooooo! Finally, the actual reason/scene I started this AU in the first place!)

[solar-halos]

🎃 Trick or treat 👻

thank u for the ask!! 🧡 i tried taking a swing at some halloween everlark + toast babies hcs, so this can be interpreted as either a trick or a treat tbh

• even though i think peeta is def icing halloween themed cookies/other treats, katniss is all over the home decor. like maybe her mom sends her stuff or she sees something while she’s window shopping and is like. ah. better add that to my Collection

• it’s been said before, but they’re getting buttercup a costume. in my mind it’s Panem’s version of garfield (let’s pretend they had time to catch up on pop culture stuff after the war). buttercup tolerates it but katniss takes pleasure in the fact that he does not enjoy it

• however. i think katniss has a soft spot for that cat, esp post-war. so she’ll (not-so-subtly) drop hints to peeta that they should make cat safe halloween treats for buttercup. katniss “helping” in the kitchen usually involves a lot of distractions (aka kisses) so buttercup gets so many treats with shaky icing and lumpy looking shapes. not that he cares either way

• the toast babies trick or treating <3. i think the Dancing Girl has one of those costumes that’s just like a giant flower around her face. their son always wants to go as something random like a tissue box or like one of the newest gadgets beetee is working on and everlark is like you know what? Okay

• post-trick or treating festivities involve them getting in a circle and sifting through their collection and stuffing their faces until they straight up get sleepy from it. buttercup curls up near katniss’ feet when he’s certain she’s asleep

[fair-night-starry-tears]

Once Upon a Time x Twisted Wonderland au/

The Beginning of the newest story

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This is the story how it all began. The story that was once so beautiful and dear to all. Have been stripped away from the evil from the selfish desires of one soul. Where as everyone happily ever after. Was stolen from them. Though there was a prophecy, one that will be proven true.

“The savior will be born by the women of good and evil. One son will be put to slumber for one year to connect with the conscience of the good, and the good will be honest and kind with the heart of nobility and a true pure heart. However, they will be guarded by the hatchling of the traitorous crow. And once they return to their kingdom, they will free everyone from the curse and bring hope at its order.”

So, let us meet the heroes.

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It was a normal day, the start of the summer vacation. As the three teenagers exit the large building, Wisleton Academy, as the three teens were walking to one of their houses. It’s been years how these three were childhood friends from the day they were found at the side of the road. The eldest of the group was Vil, the middle was Darling, and the semi younger one is Neige. Thought Vil is older by the two by a year. And Neige and Darling are just few months apart. But the girl was the shorter friend. The trio were walking to Neige house, as there was a good connection visiting each other homes. They were adopted by families that live next together. Neighbor friends. They been by each other side since the day they were adopted. There was a note of their birth date and their names. As they walked together, they started to chat so freely. “Hey, guys, what are you going to write for the summer homework?” Said Neige. As Vil spoke calmly, “hmm. Clearly the same from last time. Same life, same routine, just different day.” Vil and Neige were small rising stars. Their beauty have gave them the attention but their acting was truly superb, and their friend, Darling, have been very supportive yet cautious of her friends. Since the two boys are the only ones she’s close with as friends.

As the three were walking their way to Neige house, with Neige opening the door for his friends. Kindly letting them in, “queens first”. He politely said. As Vil smugly went in, “damn right.” He said. As the two other giggling with small joy. “Neige, you’re truly too kind for this world.” Said Darling as she entered, as Neige finally came inside. Closing the door, until he opened it when he heard a knock at the door. Appear a normal boy, same age as Neige and Darling. “Is this the Applewood family residence? Are you Neige Applewood?” They asked. As Neige nodded, Vil had been watching this at the corner with Darling. Suspicious of the teen. As the average boy spoke, “I’m Yuu. And you’re my cousin!” They said. As the three were shocked. Stunned from the news. As much Neige wanted answers of his family, why he and his friends families abandoned them. Especially to the road, but before he could ask. Yuu said, “I know there’s some questions but would you come home with me? At Storybrooke, come on!” As Neige was about to agree, “how the hell are we to believe that? It’s easy to know a lie, after all. Acting is me, Neige, and Darling strong suit to trust.” Then Yuu frowned. But smiled. “Just as the evil Queen son, you really are true to know the real answer.” It was a false statement. Yuu was really not Neige cousin. Not even related. “Explain what you want.” Said Darling. “Alright alright.” As Yuu went to the dinning room and sat at the table.

“I need you three to break the curse. At Storybrooke.” They said. As the three were confuse to the answer especially how real it is. “Why, exactly?” Said Vil. “That’s an easy answer, to break the curse from the evil Queen. Aka, your real mom.” As it annoyed Vil how real they sounded. But Yuu smiled, “because the curse took away all the memories of the resident of Storybrooke.” They said. “And you expect us to believe that?” Replied Darling. “Of course. But you know I’m telling the truth.” They said. Neige looked at his friends, then Yuu. And sighed. “I believe them.” Shocking his friends. “What?!” Shouted the boy and girl. Making Yuu leap out of their chair. “Really?! Thank you thank you thank you!!!” They cheered. As the two look at their friend, of course Neige would accept it so blindly. But, they suppose it would make their summer report slightly interesting.

“So. How do we get to Storybrooke?” Asked Darling. “Easy. We can take the bus. It’ll be, Hmm a couple of days.” Yuu said. As Vil sighed loudly, as he grabbed his purse and pulled out his keys and wallet. “Screw that. I say we take it the right way.” He replied.

Though he sorta regretted that later when the drive was far too long, it took hours to get to Storybrooke, it felt like days. But luckily the teens have license to drive. Other wise, Vil would’ve lost his hair due to stress. The gang packed their essential for the trip. Clothes, spare food and drinks, and a map to the town. It was exhausting to drive over but worth the wait. As it was Darling turn to take over the wheel. Pulling up to the city as it was dusk at night. It was exhausting but they finally arrived. As the girl drove to a public parking spot. Yuu guided them to a nice inn in the town, one ran by a kind man who is running the counter, with his little brothers and sisters playing so quietly at the lobby. Though it surprised him, because he was shocked to see Yuu with three new people. “Hey! Abberline! I found you three new guests!” As the trio looked at Yuu with the look of confusion but it was fair. However, Abberline quickly composed himself, “o-oh yes! Yes that’s right! We have suite and residential. Though the suite costs more, but I can make an exception for new comers!” He said, cheerfully as he grabbed three glistening keys from the key rack. And handed the trio each. “So. Who will be paying?” As the two boys were ready to pay, Darling had her card out first, “something to last us the few months here.” As she was the most calm. Abberline nodded, as he began to rang the trio up. A sense of coldness enter the room, as everyone slowly glance away, as a man dressed in black enter. Walking to the counter with a cane clanking, giving everyone but the trio a sense of dread. As Abberline looked like he was messing with the register. He pulled out a wad of cash and handed to the man. “H-here you are, mister Crowley.” He said. As the man in black smiled to the amount, “why thank you mister Abberline!” Before he could leave. He stares rather strange to Darling. “You. Girl. What is your name?” He asked with a cold voice. “Darling. Darling Fawn.” She said. The man eyes widen for a split second, but calmly smiled. “Well then. Aleister. Aleister Crowley is my name. See you again, Darling.” As he left the Room.

Outside the in, Aleister walked outside and away from the inn. As he stares longingly to the town clock. And smirked, seeing the handle finally tick. “It seems that child found them. What luck.”

And that. Is the beginning of the adventure. To end the wicked curse.

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- only saw season one and at season two beginning, so spare me a River if some shit isn’t what you expected

- oh yeah. Yuu ain’t the main protagonist in this. It belongs to three people. :)

- did I have to figure out whose names to give and make up? Yes

- will there be pun names? Sorta

- there will be a lot of twists and turns

- y’all can ask about some characters and new identity

- AGAIN IM AT SEASON TWO SO I WILL KEEP WRITING THIS MASTERPIECE

- Darling current form is a black hair girl with purple blue eyes and pale skin.

- did I made an entire prophecy? Yes.

- will there be drama? Also yes.

- is there angst? Yes ofc

- does the bullshit raise questions? Also yes

- Yuu ISNT the mc in this? Surprise bitches.

- Vil reality name is Vil Crest

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire @luxstring

[lurafita]

Just me spitballing a Malec reverse au re-write kinda thing

Reverse AU, featuring my chaotic brain process whenever I try to figure stuff out.

Okay, Malec, because of course Malec.

And reversed roles, but also not just reversed roles, because they aren't carbon copies of each other, so I need to make things different, while not making them too different.

Also, if I want Malec as the two main characters, I might have to "extend" their significance? But then again, wouldn't that just make them Mary Sue-ish? And do I care about that?

Okay, so warlock Alec and shadowhunter Magnus. But not simply swapping places, because they are not simply the same person.

So how about we try, Magnus is not HOTI or acting HOTI. Alec might be high warlock, though.

Magnus is the son of the circle founder, but that's his mother. (Since canon didn't give any info on her I can use her as I want).

I still want Asmodeus to be Magnus' father, but I also want Magnus to not have magic, which he would if Asmodeus was a demon.

So how about at the time of Magnus being conceived, Asmodeus was still an arch angel, and sleeping with the shadowhunter was actually the thing that made him fall.

(though at first, no one knows about all that)

(or, well, no one knows about the Asmodeus thing, but that Magnus is the son of the traitor shadowhunter who made the circle is widely known.)

Magnus is openly bisexual, likes to rub his "life-style" into his superior's faces, and is known to favor downworlders (though is often mistrusted by them, because of who his mother is)

Alec is the son of a high ranking demon, don't know which one, though. (could actually even go all the way up to Satan, but that might be too op?)

Or go the other way around. His demonic parent wasn't all that powerful, but Alec has spent most of his immortal life training his magical ability to be more powerful, and so has achieved his own status. Kinda.

Gotta think about this.

So, yeah, unsure about Alec's specific origins.

Makeshift family with Izzy, Jace, Max, no blood relation whatsoever, though.

Max could be the newest member of the family. Jace a vampire, because my brain thinks it's funny if he can't see his reflection. Izzy a fellow warlock, who specializes in another field than Alec, who is more battle oriented with his magic, while Izzy is more interested in the variety of magic.

Clary could be a seelie, Jace could at one point drink Magnus' (extra angel) blood and become a day walker

Then Simon could be the new shadowhunter on the block, though it is questionable if there needs to be that whole complicated backstory with blocked sight and stolen memories… maybe a psychological reaction from onset trauma as a child, that then stabilized over the years, so that he was able to rejoin the shadow world…. Gotta think of this one,too

Magnus and Raphael would be best friends and shadowhunting partners, but not parabatai. (partly because I'm not a big fan of the parabatai bond in general, and partly because I get the vibe that Raphael and Magnus are the kinda people who strife to become good partners without runic assistence.)

The NY institute could actually be the place where the Clave sends its troublemakers, aka anyone who doesn't conform to their ways. (anyone not straight, etc)

Which could lead to the institute being pretty understaffed, (because why have lots of shadowhunters in an institute if you only ever make use of the same 4 people to take care of everything?)

Ragnor would make a good HOTI. I like the thought of Ragnor as HOTI. He would be in a perpetual state of being exasperated and fond of the shadowhunters under his command. (Magnus most of all)

I don't know where to put Luke.

So, meeting between Malec. ...

Maybe something more indirect that leads up to it?

Okay, so the family unit that is Alec, Izzy and Max (and Jace), move to New York.

(maybe the rumor mill goes something like shadowhunters in NY being more easy going with the downworld, or something. Or just that there are less shadowhunters in NY than in other places).

And since Max has had a particularly bad experience and is still so young, they decide that he would benefit from the new environment. And maybe Andrew is the high warlock in new york, but he wants a vacation, so he is all too happy to shove that responsibility into Alec's capable hands.

And then Magnus and his team need to close a rift, so they contact the high warlock, but Alec is with the vamp clan, to help Jace move in or something. So then Izzy goes in his stead.

But unbeknownst to anyone, Max follows them. Because he doesn't trust the shadowhunters not to hurt his "sister".

Closing the rift drains Izzy, and as she collapses, Raphael catches her. Max, who has been spying from a hidden place, can't help but see his sister in danger, and his magic reacts.

But he doesn't have great control, and his emotional turmoil makes like a fire spiral form around him. Izzy's magic is too depleted to try and control the fire, Max is panicking which makes the flames grow ever higher and higher.

So Magnus chucks his jacket and jumps through the fire spiral. There are some tense seconds, before the gathered people can hear the sounds of singing (?) (like a lullabye or something).

And then the firey spiral slows down and shrinks, until they can see (a slightly singed) Magnus rocking young Max and singing to him to calm him down.

Magnus and Raphael (plus Maia and Dot?) keep this little tidbit out of the report, no need to tell the higher ups that there is a warlock child who can't yet properly control his magic.

Alec learns of it all later from both Izzy and Max, and seeks out Magnus to thank him/get a read on him.

(I do like the image of Magnus jumping through fire to calm down a hysterical child, not gonna lie. And then Raphael hitting him over the head for not activating his fire resistence rune first.)

Also, whenever there is a clave envoy sent to visit the institute, Magnus makes sure to put on extra makeup and sparkly jewelry. And wear a t-shirt with a bisexual pun.

His fashion sense normally abhorrs those shirts, but if those stuck up homophobes make an appearance, he needs them to know that he "Likes his women like he likes his men"

And I have actually no real idea for actual plot..... so this is pretty much worthless. *insert rofl emoji here*

[direwombat]

an (un)happy fathers day to: henri la roux (aka. syb's terrible dead-beat dad)

little fic under the cut, warnings for mentions of murder, suicide, and child abuse

“Tell me about your father,” her newest therapist requests.

Sybille sits slumped in the small faux-leather couch, her arms folded tightly over her chest. It’s a pose she’s maintained for the past forty-five minutes, from the second she sat down in the stuffy little office. “What is there to tell,” she sniffs, shrugging one of her shoulders. “He was a Marine. He was a drunk. He was mean. He had gamblin’ debts. He killed my mama and ate lead immediately afterwards like a fuckin’ coward.”

She pointedly looks at a piece of mass produced art while her doctor makes a note, but her jaw clenches at the sound of pen scratching against paper. 

“You seem to hold a lot of resentment towards him,” her therapist says. 

“You think?” she snaps, and then, more quietly and under her breath, she says, “Son of a bitch ruined my life.”

She goes rigid when her therapist asks, “What makes you say that?”

Nostrils flaring, she sucks on her teeth and cocks her head to the side. Her nails dig crescents into the skin of her arm, and she laughs bitterly. 

The man who trained her how to endure pain by using her as an ashtray. The man who taught her how to be brave, not out of desire, but necessity. The man who stole her childhood. The man who had the audacity to kill himself before she could put a bullet in his head herself. The man to whom she owes her miserable goddamn life, because without him, she wouldn't exist.

The man who made her what she is, as God made Adam. 

What makes her say that he ruined her life?

Sybille narrows her eyes and slowly leans forward, leveling the woman sitting across from her with a cold glare. The other woman instinctively flinches back, cowed by the body of a highly trained soldier crowding towards her. A sneer tugs at Sybille’s lips and she growls, “What part of ‘he killed my mama’ ain’t you gettin’?”

[soulscursed]

(incomplete drabble that started from wanting to dive into some klint and barok headcanons, and ended up with incoherent rambling)

things that klint van zieks was...

... barok's major role model from an early age. though long and intricate (and hailing from beyond the Great British empire, perhaps even from the then-hostile united provinces of the Netherlands), all but the previous generation of van zieks ancestry has much bearing on its two modern sons. the late master of the van zieks estate withered away quickly after his wife died during her second childbirth; grief swallowed him whole and, along with him, all devotion to his first son and any that he might have given to his second.

barok was much too young to feel the absence of their late father. old enough to walk and to string together little sentences... 'klint! want klint! klint!' was a reported favourite, cried and shouted all through the hours of the day, much to the dismay of the maids). he was well-taught enough to mind instructions given by his older brother to behave, and just old enough to begin to retain his newest memories, but also to play make believe. he was proud to demonstrate a combination of all these skills in the corner of klint's study which he often haunted for hours on end: poorly obscured behind a pillar, his tailored cloak pulled over his lower face, brows knit into a baleful glare.

( 'what is that?' klint had teased once, tousling the hair that barok had taken such care in oiling back. the death of their father was still fresh then, the wound in his heart nowhere near ready to begin to mend. 'what are you supposed to be?'

( 'lord van zieks!' barok had snapped. no amount of covering his face would hide his reddening ears, at least not with his complexion. 'it's father!'

( and klint's heart had sunk. so far gone was their departed father that barok would never remember him as anything other than a ghost — a stranger in their own home. )

aka the tale of klint van zieks' parentification... i think the amount that barok talks about his brother? it was a horrible murder, but van zieks talks like he's never stopped mourning. of course one never does, but this feels like a 24/7 self-torment thing

i think their lives were so intertwined because of their dynamic. klint wanting to give barok the world, knowing what he himself had lost and overcompensating generously with his darling brother. but uhhhh at some point klint toes the line of "all i do is all for my brother" and begins to tiptoe into justification for other things. like murder.

i think their rship is particularly codependent in nature. vampiric, almost. even if mutually so. and i think klint does not shoulder the blame for all that — he had his many burdens throughout life. being nobility, they not only restrained 99% of their affections, but also their family affairs, to the privacy of their home. there was no counter to balance out the developing co-dependency.

i believe this co-dependency follows barok post-Professor trial. he talks about how he felt that the existence of the Reaper sometimes brings him a bizarre reassurance — as if it's klint doing justice where he could not. this goes against van zieks' morals; he operates within the constraint of the law, flawed as it is, and does what he can to pursue truth within it. because pursuing justice does not involve going and killing people you deem guilty. he's actively investigating the Reaper himself to put a stop to it, even as he bears the title for the sake of London's safety, but the fact that he sometimes takes comfort in it... crazy. talk of a man who idolised his brother far too blindly to think "maybe my brother is the Professor" more than just Once, despite the fact they keep hunting dogs... and klint was gone often during that time... and he was acting bizarrely...

barok may have formed this relationship one-sidedly with stronghart, who filled the role (however vaguely) of a guardian after the Professor trial. explains as well why barok would have been blind to his ... general demeanour.

[midnightfangz]

Hello and welcome everyone to my newest project called Pluto reviews where I gush about the amazing fanfics my dear friends wrote <3

I've always (kind of?) wanted to do this for a pretty long time, but was too shy to actually write and post something, so I wanted to thank my very cool friend Nova (aka @min1nova) for asking me to review their fic called To the bone.

Without further ado, let's get to it :3c

Contents:

Introduction ✦ Story summary ✦ My thoughts ✦ Excerpts ✦

‧₊˚✩彡 Introduction

⤷ To the bone is a dark industrial fantasy fanfic based on the Hades video game from 2018. What is dark industrial fantasy, you ask? Imagine Andrzej Sapkowski's Witcher without the high fantasy elements-- heavily inspired by industrial towns in eastern Europe. The main pairing is Thanaots/Zagreus, but there's a smidge of Charon/Hermes in the background, if you're into that too. It is rated as mature, mostly because of its serious and grim nature. It currently has over 4k words, but I'm sure that's gonna change soon, since Nova has a few more chapters planned.

⤷ TW for the first chapter (as described by Nova): blood, mediocre surgery description, Thanatos with the usual amount of stick up his ass(!)

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‧₊˚✩彡 Story summary

⤷ Author's summary:

A small town enshrouded in the march of industrial abuse of the land is the home of many curious figures. Darkness is afoot, sons harbour secret enterprises and death is only a comforting constant here. The gloomy barista of a quiet cafeteria begins to unravel a mystery as an uneventful night turns into a rather harried operation.

⤷ My summary:

The story focuses on a young man named Thanatos, who is trying to make a living as a coffee shop owner in a small mining town called Grobniki. One evening, a heavily wounded man passes out on the doorstep of his establishment and Thanatos decides to take him in and patch him up.

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‧₊˚✩彡 My thoughts

⤷ I might be slightly biased since I got this was a very, very cool story gifted to me by Nova, however! Nova's writing style is so fucking good I simply must promote it whenever I can :3c

⤷ I absolutely love how Nova manages to nail the characterisation no matter the tone she sets for her story. Not only that, the characterisation makes sense within her story. Take Thanatos, for example. He's deadly serious (pun intended) and takes his job very seriously in the game, so it makes sense he would be the same in To the bone. Nova, however takes it to a next level-- we get Thanatos who's kinda scary and is absolutely terrible at social interactions, despite a coffee shop owner. Never would I have thought that Than would choose to talk to people as a job, but holy shit Nova pulls it off so well. And Zagreus-- my god Zagreus!! He's still the talkative, flighty himbo we see in the game, but you can feel he's hiding something behind that smug smile of his. Not gonna lie, when I first read his lines, I could hear his voice saying them.

⤷ Also the general vibe of the story is?? so good?? Nova's fics tend to gravitate towards grittier, more serious aesthetics and I'm all here for it.

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‧₊˚✩彡 Excerpts

And lastly, here are my favourite parts from the first chapter, It begins in the darkness:

The doctor’s son had indeed ventured to open a business of his own. His greyish, darker skin would gleam in the lamplight and contrasted sharply with his ashy platinum hair, hands working deftly and his stride quick as he prepared the orders. Amongst those could be a strange liquid, dark as the night, imported from the imposing, large city so far beyond their reach. The bitter end, a name that caused many a chuckle, was not well visited in the evening, but more and more of the workforce would make their way to the shop in the morning, nursing a cup of the death that served them, even if the only deadly thing about it was the amounts of precious sugar deposited in each and every cup quickly drained before a long day of hard labour and shallow breaths.

⤷ hrrghrgrgh you have. no idea. how much I love Nova's worldbuilding and scene descriptions i mean are you seeing this??? I swear to god they're hogging all that talent it's not fair

“Dear bartender, I would like a small cup of your darkest, with two spoons of sugar please!” The postman all but draped himself over the counter every morning, quite dramatically so. It would be the same every morning, before he ran all the way to the larger town down the river to pick up the post, and in the afternoon he would distribute it among the townsfolk, in their little letterboxes. 

⤷ HERMES IS MY FAVOURITE LITTLE FELLA AND NOVA WRITES HIM SO WELL

“–and then I nearly fell down the bridge, and I saw them all! The fish you were speaking of, I knew it was bad, but not nearly as I saw it, oh the stench!” The postman had seated himself across the fisherman–if one could call the draping that he always tended to do just that–and spoke animatedly. A strange companionship the two nursed over drinks, but Thanatos found himself just a tiny bit envious between the laughter that bounced off the floorboards and the easy way in which they seemed to understand each other, even if they didn’t quite speak each other’s language.

⤷ woe! background charon/hermes be upon ye! (foaming at the mouth they make me so ill in the best way possible)

Thanatos would like to claim that he was not so different from these townsfolk, but that was not entirely true. It took him some time, when he’d been younger, to learn to discern. The vacant eyes were not so different from the vacancy that could dwell in the mind sometimes, after all. Pale skin could glitter so sickly, when one happened to be a patient of his loving mother. 

⤷ i need to print this out and shove it in my mouth this is so fucking good oh my god

After thorough inspection, Thanatos did not find any more grave injuries that needed immediate attention, other than a clean rag over the numerous scrapes that mapped a concerning picture for the observer. The bruises that would certainly grow darker soon, the pale, sweaty skin stretched over a body that would fail the host soon if the wound wasn’t closed soon. When he checked for a pulse, despite the assurance that the body was still breathing, rapidly, there seemed to be next to none. He frowned. 

⤷ another banger paragraph that makes me want to jump up and down while screaming like an ape because i can't handle how beautiful Nova's writing style is

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Anyways, that's all I have for today!

What did you think? Would you like me to continue doing reviews like this? Or better, would you like me to read YOUR fic and do a review of it?

(youtuber voice) let me know what you think in the comments! Until next time!

Yours truly,

Pluto aka midnightfangz <3

[marjansmarwani]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤ (—maddie/reyesstrand 💗)

Thank you, Maddie, I always appreciate the opportunity to self-promote (which is something I think we should all do more often)!

It took me a while to pick mostly because I have 130 Lone Star fics alone, but I tried to go with the ones I really, truly love. Which was hard because I loving a fic a requirement for it being posted at all. But I managed to select 5, eventually.

would've loved you for a lifetime

Prompt: Characters are secretly married and one of them is hurt at work ----- The story of how TK and Carlos came together, and how they almost missed out on their future before it even got a chance to start.

This is a favorite because I really think that some of the descriptions are closer to poetry than any actual poetry that I've ever tried to write. It was also the first time I ever worked with a non-linear narrative, which is a technique I love. The story of TK and Carlos secretly getting married was fun to piece together and reveal in pieces. When it comes to the actual language used this is still probably my favorite thing I have ever written.

I am not what you planned

Dr. Carlos Reyes can’t stand the newest paramedic at the 126. He’s cocky, impulsive, abrasive, and — while admittedly very good at his job — a thorn in his side. Paramedic TK Strand feels the same: he can’t seem to go anywhere in this damn city without someone singing the praises of the young, talented local-boy-turned-doctor. But as time passes some of the bravado fades and their true natures are revealed. Slowly they each start to realize that maybe the other isn’t as bad as they once thought and that maybe — just maybe — there is much more to them than meets the eye.  ---- aka the Dr. Reyes/Paramedic Strand Enemies to Lovers AU

Each of my AUs has a special place in my heart (especially the teacher AU, which I almost picked instead) but writing this one was such an experience, and writing the enemies part of this fic was probably some of the most fun I've ever had while writing. I don't think I'll ever be over this fic, truly.

the truth is stranger than all my dreams

Marjan likes to think that she’s confident, that she can take on anything. But things are showing her that she may not know herself as well as she thinks and that the future can be a scary thing. ----- A Marjan centric 2x04 Coda

Outside of tarlos and Owen, my favorite character to write about is Marjan. Because she is my absolute favorite, after all. But this one always sticks out to me because after the whole thing with Salim what struck me most was the unexpected uncertain future she was suddenly faced with, which I would imagine would feel both liberating and absolutely terrifying. So I wanted to explore that and I am pleased with how it came out.

why can't I hold on?

There is nothing in the world Gwyn Morgan loves more than her children. Loving them has never been hard, but having to stand aside as life took its toll? That was something else entirely—especially when it came to her oldest.  Or, 5 times Gwyn feared for her oldest son, and the one time she knew he would be okay 

My Gwyn fic, aka one of only two fics that have ever made me cry while writing. I love Gwyn so much, and I started writing this fic as soon as she was mentioned in the show. I originally paused on it to wait until we had a better feel for her as a character and ultimately didn't finish it until they killed her, which added a whole other dimension to the writing of this. I vividly remember working on this fic while sitting at my neighborhood coffee shop as Amen came on my shuffle. I had to leave because I started crying. But, regardless of the emotional devastation, I really enjoyed filling in some blanks and accidentally creating an origin story for the coma cookies. And I love her even more after writing this (I'm still not over what they did to her, btw)

the stain you can't wash out

In Owen’s experience, guilt went hand in hand with grief. — An(other) Owen character study that wouldn’t leave me alone after 3x16

The Owen grief fic (or one of them, at least). One of the reasons I like this one is the title, which came from a poem I attempted to write and failed. But mostly it's because Owen Strand is a mess and I love digging around inside his mind. I can't quite explain why I am so fascinated by writing fics by him but I think it has something to do with the fact that I see him as an actually fascinating character that they just don't use to his full potential. There could be some great stories told with the things they have already given the character, but they consistently make the stupidest choices when it comes to him. So I love this fic because I enjoyed reexamining his character in the light of learning about his dead brother and extrapolating how that effected him and informed everything he did from that point forward and how he masks his grief with his job, and how his work is what keeps him from going insane as it feels like penance that he is still paying all these years later. I enjoyed looking at all the parts of his life (and sketching out my idea for his first meeting with Gwyn) even if writing about his experience on 9/11 was intense.

Honorable mentions (because I can't help myself):

Stars Will Guide You Home - aka the carjacking fic, as affectionately named by @terramous

you can't hide from time - because I love the 252 crew as I imagined them here and would love to revisit them at some point in the future

[bolithesenate]

@charmwasjess

GaGGiG - yeah as the proud originator of the Fox/the Daughter ship, it was only a question of time until I would finally cave and start writing it.

Like all of my Fox stuff (I say this like there is a lot) its a completely 0 braincells fic with the premise of 'the mortis peeps are theater kids on main, all of what we saw in tcw was just them dishing out their newest play-creation to an unsuspecting audience and now they are on coruscant for Reasons TM and are causing problems'

my newest epiphany related to this came to me today actually, which is why its nice that u picked this one out lol! the Daughter will be interning at the Alderaanian delegation and Bail is very proud to be of help to Fox who 'obviously smuggled in his girlfriend from outside' (<- bail is completely misreading the situation but thats okay)

as for the other one

no witches - Mud Fic side fic tackling Sheev Palpatine Growing Up To Be Not Quite An Asshole

which involves him getting stranded on dathomir and being hunted for sport (aka the ideal mandalorian meet-cute, yes i ship palpy/talzin)

currently that document is like 2/3 of sheev getting hunted through a jungle and 1/3 dathomirian conlang ive been developing for reasons

(reasons being that there are exactly three known dathomiri words and they are 'jedi', 'wookie' and 'worm')

questions that will be tackled in that fic presumably: nature or nurture? where do maul and co come from? will mud!sheev get his own lightsaber? how much of an aneurysm will jaster get when his son reappears after 2 months of being MIA with a dark magic goth girlfriend (and her little sister)? and others