#also i forget the name of the armour i put him in but it’s the one that gives you cat’s grace and also a crop top

[lazylittledragon]

you know when you hesitate to commit another crime and the camera cuts back and he’s just there with the wettest eyes

[cinamintyy]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a small request? I was thinking of Capitano with an s/o who’s a dragon? Like just a normal dragon that can turn into a human(like Nuvulett<don’t remember how to spell my hydro dragons name) and there the last of there kind?(By that I mean born a dragon and went into hiding because of over hunting also By dragon form look at the dragons from House of the dragon for some inspo) how do you think he’d react to seeing his s/o’s dragon form for the first time and having a flight? Lest not forget to deep snoring…if not that’s alright I just wanted to put this out there.

Capitano has me in a chokehold I swear

Capitano x Dragon reader:

A/N:Sry this is late, but I love this idea sm. I'm just clearing out my inbox for these next days.

CW: Dragon reader, hybrid reader, minor character death.

It was cruel how all of those you knew were taken from you, simply for sport. Killed and taken apart for wings or horns as trophies. You saw all this happening and decided this would not happen to you, so you hid, amongst the humans. You hid any feature that would identify to those hunters you were a dragon, something the rest of your kind couldn't or refused to do. You wouldn't end up hanging on the wall, so you abandoned who you used to be. You didn't have a home, but you eventually decided to settle in Natlan. The pilgrimage wasn't an interest of yours it never was, either way, you weren't from Natlan so you couldn't join. For the stories you told and how wise you were, I mean, you did live a few hundred years. The smaller children especially enjoyed your "made-up" stories of dragons and flying through the sky at extremely high altitudes and speeds. To be fair, your life was going pretty peaceful.

One day, you were at a bar just to get a quick drink when this larger-than-average man who was fully covered in armour sat next to you and ordered a drink. He piqued your curiosity, so you started small talk, but it's safe to say he was a brick wall. You continued to have determination and persisted in talking to him. Capitano was honestly impressed at your persistence and decided to humor you. You both met at the same bar every day to talk. He loved the wise energy you emanated. To be honest, he became smitten, he loved seeking you for advice. But one thing that ate at you was the fact Capitano didn't know the actual you. The fact you were a dragon, the closer you both, the bigger the urge you had to tell him was. You need stress relief and what better way to relieve yourself than to take flight? Just the way you used to, at the very same heights and altitudes. What you didn't know was Capitano knew something was wrong, to him you acted 'odd' and kinda standoffish. He was about to visit you so he could what was up with you when he saw you headed somewhere else. Which just so you know this was at night so it was quite odd, he decided that instead of asking you where you were heading he would just follow you. Secretive? He knew, but what if someone was harming you and you were keeping it secret from him? If it was harmless he would leave knowing you were fine. You decided to take a quick fly around the outskirts of Natlan at night, if any people saw you they would just be seen as having a screw loose. C'mon, this was Natlan, the only place where someone would most likely just see a dragon flying around was Mondstadt. Unbeknownst to you, Capitano saw the whole thing, from you transforming, to you flying, and to you landing back down. You had only realized he saw you afterward. "I apologize, I feel as though I've intruded on you, you've been acting quite odd as of late, and I thought I should follow you to make sure no one was hurting you. I truly apologize I was too forward in my actions." He said to you bowing slightly to show how apologetic he was. You cursed yourself for being so careless silently before replying. "It's alright you had good intentions, either way, you were going to find out one way or another. I am, as you can see, a dragon." Capitano stared in silence before finding his words "A beautiful one I might add, I quite enjoyed seeing you soar through the air." You blushed at the words, "So you're not angry that I've kept such a secret from you?" You asked. "Goodness no, it's understandable why one would keep such a thing, but I'm glad I now know." You let out a sigh of relief at his words. "Perhaps one day you should take me out flying, I think I'd enjoy it." He said proposing an idea for a next date.

Perhaps you would take him outside flying, you think you would enjoy it as well.

[berenwrites]

The Giveaway - Stranger Things - Steddie - G

A/N:  I’m definitely supposed to be doing other things, but this popped into my head and would not leave, so I wrote it down 💖. Hope you enjoy it. Thanks for any likes/reblogs/comments in advance – hope you are having a great week. Don’t forget to check out all the other fun entries for this month over at @steddiemicrofic.

Written for prompt: STUFF | wc: 483 | Rating G | cw: none

(Also on AO3)( My Other fic on Tumblr)

The Giveaway

In the end, it wasn’t anything obviously romantic that gave them away. There was no accidental use of pet names, because Eddie did that all the time with everybody anyway. There were no lingering looks or linked hands or unfortunately timed kisses. Or if there were, no one said anything.

What outed them to their friends and extended-trauma-family was Eddie’s hair.

Contrary to popular belief, Eddie had had a hair care routine. Well, ‘care’ might have been going a bit far, but he had known how he wanted his hair to look and how to do it. He had stuff he washed it with, stuff he put in it, and a very abused comb he used to add volume when needed. However, Steve had tried to run his fingers through Eddie’s locks the previous day as they made out, become horribly stuck, and declared that would not do.

Eddie had thought his boyfriend was kidding, but not for long. As it turned out, Steve was very serious when it came to hair. When Eddie had protested, Steve had tried bitching at him, which admittedly Eddie found incredibly hot, but this was his hair, so he’d still held out. It had been the puppy eyes he hadn’t been able to resist. After that, he’d let Steve do what he liked.

“What did you do to your hair?” Dustin demanded the moment Eddie walked into the BBQ at the Byers new house.

“Um … washed it,” Eddie tried.

Even he had to admit Steve had worked magic. Not that he expected Mike to walk right up to him and grab a strand.

“It’s soft!” was the boy’s incredulous opinion, even as Eddie smacked the kid’s hand away.

Dustin stepped into his personal space and sniffed, eyes going wide.

“That’s Farrah Fawcett spray,” Dustin said very loudly. “You let Steve do your hair.”

As if on cue, Steve walked into the backyard. They’d come separately so as not to arouse suspicions yet. As it was, many eyes turned on him.

“Why did you let Steve do your hair?” Lucas asked.

“As if that isn’t obvious,” Erica commented as she walked past.

Eddie sent Steve a ‘help me’ stare. Like the knight in shining armour he was, Steve immediately walked over.

Since the spring break disaster, Eddie had become very good at speaking Steve, so when his boyfriend sighed and lifted an eyebrow at him, he knew exactly what it meant. They had talked about when and how to let everyone in on their secret after all. With his heart beating in his throat, he gave a small affirmative shrug back.

Ever a man of action, Steve leaned in, threaded his fingers through Eddie’s hair and kissed him, before pulling back with a smile. He then levelled his bitchiest ‘I dare you’ glare at the boys. Eddie was too busy melting inside to worry about anyone’s reaction.

( My Other fic on Tumblr)

[austenwazright]

Yeah we don't know a lot but here's what we do know:

Sarcean and Anharion were into each other for a long time

Sarcean was an important member of the Sun Court

When in the parade he makes a snark commentary about how the Sun Court wins may be celebrated in the light but are all won in the dark (shady

Sarcean and the Lady had a one night stand

Sarcean and Visander also had a one night stand

The first time that Sarcean and the Lady met she's talking about the Dark General in third person but like let's be honest for a second here how many pale hot white guys with long dark heir in dark armour do you think there were walking around the Sun Palace?? Bet you she was playing dumb

When Sarcean was called back to the palace by the Lady there was mentions of a mob, I myself am very pro mob

In that same scene when she accuses him he says something like "is that what you were told?", well if that line doesn't make you believe that there's more to it I don't know what will

He wanted to be trapped and he's loyal to those who help him, but apparently his plan to getting out was being helped, bet he made it thinking anharion would be the one to do it

There's a collar that in theory takes alway anharion/james free will, even tho we were in his mind when it went on and it didn't go completely blank we have to assume it does something, what does it do??

Sarceans power is in theory control and death, and he used it the meanest way possible, or so we're told, but the Light did win and the winner always gets to write hystory so we don't actually know what's true and what isn't

He did kill everyone in the Sun Court but Visander and the Lady, even tho we don't know hes motive (I'm assuming he has one) it's still kinda drastic don't you think?

He can make weapons and use the mark but we never saw him wielding the shadows (he may be able, but also he may not be

Will has no acess to his power but he gets things done cause he's smart and charismatic, even tho they paint the dark king as someone who could only gets things done when controlling people I bet part of his powers came from those qualities as well, we've seen Will using the mark, it drains him, he couldn't possibly control everyone all the time

Sinclair presents the mark as a ceremony, as a reward, when it would be easier to just brand people by force what maybe tells us that it has to be willing

Anharion was the one to say "I will always find you" maybe the obsession goes both ways???? Besides james remember the feel of him and, as far as he let us know, it's not like bad

Now its just an hypothesis but sarcean may only be able to use his powers through objects (and yes I'm putting the reborns and the returners as objects to make a point sue me), that's the reason of the mark, and the cup, and the collar. I mean why make a fucking cup that turns people to shadow if you could just do it yk (here comes in the acceptance again, people have to be willing to drink), and like maybe, just maybe, the collar also allows james/anharion to use his magic (as in sarcean's) in a more weaponized way??? As in he can use it without draining himself, kinda borrowing it

We also know sarcean's fine as fuck, so far that has been very relevant to the plot since he fucked basically anyone of the old world we know by name

Something I keep forgetting is Will is Sarcean but hey Sarcean is also Will, and even tho we don't know a lot about the former we just spent two books in Will's head, that being said maybe Sarcean killed the whole Sun Court as some king of vengeance for someone he loved/was loyal too, that's like a super Will move

I'm gonna put this in bold letters here so no one forgets: SARCEAN IS WILL, WE'RE READING ABOUT THE SAME PERSON

"I cannot come when I'm called to fight so I'll birth a child"- or however that one goes it's been a while and I don't recor the exact words hahaha- why can't she come??? Like she can't or does she just doesn't want to?? I mean she's clearly able to send someone, she can make the returners, why not return herself??? I'm thinking that it's bad, maybe you lose part of yourself? I mean Visander didn't seen to loose anything (besides the obvious mental blow and all) so WHYYY can't she return??? The only reasonable explanation is that there's a bigger catch then we imagine

Sarcean canonicaly did no wrong, yeah, that's a big thing we know now!!!!! I just need context I just need all the context and I need it rn

More will be added

[kirby-souljourney-au]

Meta time!!!!

No, I didn’t forget he had a cape until I was almost finished, I knew the entire time I swear. (I definitely forgot.)

Once again, this man takes up too much canvas space for me to put his scar map in the same one as his full ref, so he needs a separate image as well.

All his information and hex codes are under the cut, as usual!

I still can’t draw abs. And I’m sorry this took kinda long, I got distracted… the Taboo rewrite & the planning for the fic itself has a vice grip on my soul.

Full name: Ione Argon

Aliases: Meta Knight, ‘Nene’ (don’t call him that unless you’re his friend)

Species: Earthling Dragon (Fire/Ground) x Dream-Dark-Matter Astral Hybrid

Planet of Origination: Popstar

Age: 231

Height: 6’10”

Gender: Intersex; identifies as non-binary

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Sexuality: Multi-spec lesbian, asexual

S/O: Galacta Iriam (fiancée) (and Ophanim/Morpho EX (girlfriend), in the future)

Family: Hano Agron (biological mother), Ekia Argon (older sister), Vaga Argon (older sister), Sirv Argon (younger brother), Kirby Argon (adopted son) (as well as Athena Iriam (daughter), in the future)

The famous Meta Knight of the Galaxy Soldier Army, well-known for his title and sacred blade, Galaxia.

Engaged to Galacta Iriam — currently has no biological children with him, but adopted 14-year-old Kirby as their son when he was aged 6.

Works as a Knight under Dreamland’s King Dedede, and is head of Castle Dedede’s Royal Guard.

Quiet and seemingly apathetic, though kind-hearted and meaning nothing but well, he finds general difficulty in befriending others due to his somewhat off-putting demeanour. He is very kind, though, just ultimately socially awkward and nervous as an individual.

He joined the GSA the second he turned 19, believing himself to be responsible for the safety of the Galaxy due to his Astral heritage, as well as to get as far away from his mother as possible. He worked with them for the majority of his life since he joined, until an attack by Nightmare wiped out nearly all the GSA’s forces and scattered those that remained. He’s worked for King Dedede as his Knight for about 30 years, and finds genuine enjoyment in his current job.

His weapon of choice is the sacred Master Sword, a sentient enchanted blade named Galaxia. He also uses his natural Fire magic, and on rare occasion, Dream Magic, when necessary. Very well-trained in swordplay, and certainly no easy opponent.

Hex codes

Both:

4F3224 — Scars / Palms

311A0F — Skin

101010 — Socks / Gloves

120E1C — Fuzz fade / Cape back

1D1D47 — Hair / Fuzz base

E0BEFF — Inner ears / Wing webbing

FCC66F — Iris 1

FFFFFF — Wing talons

BFBFBF — Ring / Thigh guards (or whatever they’re called) / Arm guards

Armoured:

18122B — Chestplate & Pauldrons 1

2C2240 — Battle shirt (?)

32353E — Pants

6B5B86 — Straps

CCCFFD — ‘M’ symbol

472A77 — Sabatons

E4C69A — Chestplate & Pauldrons 2

000000 — Inner cape (plus multicoloured Nebulae)

Unarmoured:

1A1A1B — Shirt

343434 — Face mask / Dress pants

D2CDC4 — Iris 2

FFFBF4 — Eye whites

Tail-tip:

08003D — Base / Fade 1 (using Nebula brush)

00113D — Fade 2 (using Nebula brush)

0046FF — ‘Star’ patterning (using Glimmer brush on Hard Light, with base & fade colours overlaid on top using a clipping-mask Colour layer)

[daisy-daze17]

An aspect of totk that I've come to realise really bothers me is its tendancy to take bits and pieces of elements from lots of places and slap them into a game. Don't get me wrong- im aware the zelda games constantly include Easter eggs and call backs to reference older titles, and Totk is jam-packed with it. You search the depths to find a bunch of classic armours and shit from like every single game, the paragliding fabrics, and so much more.

But this game ALSO has a lot of story related or basic game structure that is tied to other zelda games.

1. Wind temple for example is practically oozing with reminants of wind waker-- you're climbing up to this MAGIC BOAT with the RITO (a prominent species in ww) by controlling and managing your wind powers all to make it to a boss with a name and theme song screaming out the most iconic parts of ww (God bless colgeras theme music we will never forget the music).

2. Lots of people found that the main aesthetics and storyline of this game was similar to skyward sword: you wake up on an ancient sky island that is the biggest one in hyrule before finding your way to the surface and descending down to start a search for zelda. I remember it was so similar some even started questioning if totk takes place before ss?? (I do not have the brain capacity to discuss that rn lol). Ganondorf looks extremely reminant of demise with his hair, main sacrifice of the game centres zelda giving up her body for a long long time so she can fight the evil that will come in a long long time, etc,etc.

3. As we all know, this game is a sequel to botw (omg rlly?? Who would have guessed) and it definaltly shows by the amount of game structure taken from botw to put in here. The four tutorial area shrines, the memories, the four main dilemmas for each reason, and ya know, the whole entire map. Totk makes changes to this map but essentially, it is a better version of the map we got in botw. Now it's obvious that nintendo would do this, but sometimes it feels like... they didn't have to?? The main one for this is the memories. The thing is, breath centred around our hero losing his memories and exploring unknown lands to receive bits and pieces that tell him what life could have been like pre-disaster. Totk, however, centres around zelda being in the past and showing link episodes of heavy plot driven cutscenes with every geoglyph he finds. Botw are little fragments of info that you can pieces together in any order to imagine what the main story was. Totk shoves a bunch of plot down your throat in any order because they don't give a shit if your spoil the story for yourself. Both games are non-linear. See where I'm getting at? One set of memories strengthen the nonlinearity of the game and rewards you for finding them. One... doesn't. There have been countless arguments made about this glaring issue that discuss it further, but my main point here is that maybe we didn't have to follow botw's structure to a tea if it doesn't work out for us sometimes.

Zelda games constantly reinvent themselves. Notice how no matter what nintendo does, some people always complaining about a new addition to the series while others love it? Wind wakers cartoonish artsyle, skywards motion controls, major's masks 3 day cycle, botw's open world gameplay? It seems like tears of the kingdom doesn't do that. I'd argue that its main purpose is taking breath of the wild and fixing major complaints made about the game, most of them usually about how untraditional to zelda botw was. That's why this game feels like a weird combination of the two. Nintendo tried to marry open world zelda with elements of older zelda games. It tries to have an episodic plot with major twists and emotion... but forgets that I'm allowed to watch each episode in any order I want and can end up screwing myself over. It tries to have traditional looking dungeons... but doesn't have any linearity to it and gets rid of the mechanics these used in botw, so it ends up being short aesthetically pleasing 4-part puzzles. It tries to have a LINEAR STORY in a NON-LINEAR GAME by making us constantly on our toes about finding zelda and understanding why she's trying to scare the locals shitless by commiting felonies like attacking the zora king, telling the gorons to do drugs, and appearing and disappearing every 5 seconds... but again, it forgets that I can spoil myself and know what the fuck is going on WAY before I'm supposed to.

This is turning into a little hater rant but. What I'm saying is, totk is trying to mix little parts of every game to make all of us happy, but it ends up becoming a confusing soup of unoriginality and "what the fuck in going on with this story". Its trying to make a traditional zelda game in an open world format. The most insulting part is that it tries to honour past games with taking all of their ideas,but totk's main purpose clashes with what those games are about (especially wind waker and botw) which is reinventing yourself to fit with the new generation and not holding onto the past/not obsessing over games that you got really big for (cough cough ocarina of time cough cough).

Anyway it's late and this is literally my first time trying to write out a critique about something on tumblr, so if this makes no sense pls tell me haha :)

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Mahito goes to kindergarten

Kenjaku walked down the sewers until he found what he was looking for.

"Mahito."

The curse glanced up. He had a paper in his hands and had just finished drawing something.

"Oh, hey Geto! Look at what I made!"

In Mahito's hands was a crudely drawn picture of some blue kind of creature, coated in armour. The words "happy birthday to me" plastered above.

"Is that your fursona? Actually, never mind. I have other matters to discuss."

"Like planning my birthday party?"

"You're only a few months old, it's far too early for that. Speaking of, shouldn't you be at school?"

"What's that? It sounds boring!"

"Jogo and I have already discussed the issue. You're young and need all the learning tools you can get. Mahito, you're being enrolled into kindergarten."

The curse jumped up and stomped his foot.

"No way!"

Suddenly Hanami showed up with Dagon and Jogo.

"...yrroS"

Now there were flowers blooming everywhere and Mahito had calmed down considerably. Hanami had also sprouted some hemp plants which Jogo promptly set on fire just as a backup plan. The curse was now high as a kite and was lacking his usual murderous aura.

"How do you feel?"

"Like I'm walking on clouds..."

Mahito then started playing with Jogo's face.

"No way! I never noticed that you have one eye. I'm gonna call you Mike Wazoski from now on!"

"Geto, get him off of me!"

"So it's settled. You'll be joining your classmates tomorrow morning."

"Don't think this changes anything! I want a birthday present and it better be a PlayStation 5!"

"Fine."

_______

It was the next day and Mahito was donning a blue uniform and a yellow hard hat.

"Are you sure they'll buy it?"

"Of course. Now run along and don't forget your lunchbox."

Kenjaku had specifically chosen an area where citizens were more likely to be able to see cursed spirits. He could have told Mahito to change his souls structure to resemble a child but he wanted payback, and had told the teacher that his "son" had a learning disability that caused him to be held back.

Mahito began to open his lunchbox.

"Lunchables, awesome! By Geto, see you later!"

He then ran off with a piece of toast in his mouth like it was a 90's anime.

Jogo then spoke up."Why are you really doing this?"

"Because he called my son a failure."

"But you always call your sons failures."

"Yes, but not Yuji."

_______

"Now children, we have a new student joining us today. Please say hello."

"Yo. My name's Mahito and I can do this really cool trick!"

He then began to vomit up transfigured humans. The classroom began to scream.

"Mahito, would you like me to take you to the nurses office?"

"It's fine. I'm not injured and if I was I could just change my soul."

"R-right..."

She then began to sweep away the strange "candy" that her student puked up.

"You may sit down wherever you'd like..."

The next thing she knew and Mahito was now sitting on her desk, causing the previously scared children to now laugh.

"Mahito, that's not a seat..."

"I guess you're right. Okay, I'll sit here then."The curse was now sitting in the teachers chair.

"Mahito, you need to get up!"

"But you said I could sit down anywhere!"

"Yes, but I meant in one of the seats over there."

She was now pointing to where the rest of the class was.

"Fine..." he angrily mumbled. He was definitely putting a whoopie cushion there later.

_______

After taking two hours to teach Mahito the alphabet (Hiragana and Kanji), it was now time for art class.

"Teacher, there's a problem!"

"Now, now, what is it?"

"It's the new boy! He keeps hogging all the crayons except for the white ones! I can't see my drawing even if I wanted too!"

"Let me deal with this."

She then went to find the trouble maker.

"Mahito! We need to have a discussion."

"Aww, but I'm busy!"

She looked down at the curse. He had just about every crayon you could imagine. Beneath her was a drawing of a girl who was missing an eye and a man that could only be described as a burn victim.

"W-what..., what is that?..."

Mahito was now grinning with joy.

"Sorcerers. I can't be bothered to remember their names though."

"Give me the crayons..."

"How about no!"

"Mahito!"

She tried to grab them but it was too late. He had swallowed them all in one gulp.

"...Alright everyone, it's time for recess!"

_______

While the teacher was trying not to have a nervous breakdown, Mahito began to take note of his surroundings.

"Sweet, bubbles!"

He then began to blow some of the mixture.

"Can I try some?"

Another child had made the grave mistake of talking to Mahito.

"Sure!"

The curse then threw the liquid into the child's eyes.

_______

The teacher could hear screaming and then swallowed another asprin.

"They said this job was supposed to be easy!"

_______

By the time she had made it outside, Mahito was using a jump rope as a whip while running after a group of children.

"EVERYONE INSIDE, NOW!"

Now it was lunch time and Mahito began to open up his lunchbox.

"Yay, lunchables!"

Then he looked closer.

"Wait a minute... This is kid cuisine!"

Mahito took the box and flung it.

"Too bad. I wanted to know what lead tastes like..."

He then decided that he was going to go swiper the fox style and sneak parts of other kids lunches when they weren't looking.

"All right, let's see what I caught!"

Enclosed in his hands was a button, some rice, a bandaid and a candy bar. He put his lips around the chocolate bar and began to bite it in half (not unlike how Gege killed Gojo). He then felt something sharp pierce his tongue. He pulled out the item and noticed that it was a razor blade.

"Wow, I didn't know KitKat's come with prizes now."

_______

Mahito began to notice children taking out blankets.

"What are they doing?"

"Don't you know Mahito, it's almost nap time."

"Nap time? No way, I wanna keep playing with the fidget spinners!"

She had finally had enough.

"Mahito, does this rag smell like chloroform to you?"

"What's chloro-"

The curse was now knocked out and the children began to clap.

"The evil is defeated!"

_______

When Mahito came to, he could hear parts of a conversation.

"I'm sorry but I can no longer teach your son. I reccomend that he be held back to preschool."

"My apologies. I know that he can be a bit of a handful."

"Ha!"

Mrs. Crandall lit her cigarette. Oh yeah, she was definitely getting wasted tonight.

"Hey sleepyhead. It seems like you're all tuckered out from your first day of school."

"PS5..."

"Yes, I didn't forget about that. Let's get you home first."

_______

The disaster crew were now seated as they waited for Geto. The door opened and the man had a large box in his arms.

"As promised, here's your reward-"

Mahito cut him off immediately and began to tear it open.

"Huh? What is this!?"

Jogo peered his head into the box.

"I don't understand all this technology but even I know math. Isn't this what you wanted?"

In the box contained a PS2 that was taped together to a PS3. There was also a copy of Knack for the PlayStation 4.

"I hate you!"

"The feeling is mutual. Happy Birthday!"

[achaotichuman]

More tamlin headcanons pretty pweeseeee bbygirl pretty pweeseeee

Well I can't ignore the bbygirl calling can !?

You did not specify any particular ship so I take this as free reign to write whatever the fuck I please about Tamlin.

Tamlin has curly hair, he just doesn't wear it out because his father forced him to keep it straight and short as a child, since long curly hair was considered 'girly'. His mother has curly hair and behind his father's back taught him how to take care of it. When he has his own daughter who has curly hair he passes on his mother's knowledge to her.

Tamlin's eyes glow in the dark. Lucien once shit himself because he walked into a dark room and just saw two green eyes staring at him.

Tamlin's power act out against him at times. Shapeshifting claws will cause his hands to bleed. Antlers will create a splitting migraine. Fangs will make his teeth ache. He is also prone to forgetting what his normal form is and getting trapped in a humanoid creature form that is not quite Fae, not quite Beast and not quite human.

Tamlin sleeps in Lucien's room A LOT because he runs cold at night and Lucien is basically his personal hot water bottle.

Azriel and Cassian didn't approve of Rhysand's friendship with Tamlin BECAUSE RHYSAND JUST BROUGHT HIM HOME ONE DAY AND WAR NEARLY BROKE OUT BECAUSE SPRING THOUGHT TAMLIN HAD BEEN KIDNAPPED AND CASSIAN AND AZRIEL HAD TO SNEAK TAMLIN BACK and they just really don't want that to happen again.

Tamlin and Rhysand were married for six months before they broke up, in that time Rhysand, in clear Rhysand fashion, had everything he owned put in both his and Tamlin's names so instead of doing things like Tamlin wanted to. Aka just have everything moved back into Rhysand's name. Rhysand wrote a list detailing everything that was Tamlins and what was Rhysand's (he did that to rub it in how they were FULLY AND COMPLETELY broken up) They sealed it in a bargain. Thing is Rhysand forgot to put the Moonstone Palace on the list. So Tamlin technically owns it, and because of the magic can come to claim it at any given moment, (that's also the real reason Rhysand wiped everyone's memories of Velaris).

Whenever Tamlin as a kid got a little too angry, Andras would grab him by his ankles and hold him upside down until he was calm. As an adult Tamlin is a little too big for that, but the lesson stayed and whenever he starts to lash out, all Andras has to do is reach for his ankles and Tamlin is scrambling away.

Once when Tamlin's back was turned to him, whilst he was staring out over the ocean, Lucien rushed at him to shove him into the water. Tamlin heard him coming and grabbed Lucien right as he went to shove him and tossed him into the sea. Lucien was not happy.

When he misses his mother, Tamlin climbs onto the tall oak in the middle of the gardens and sits in the branches. It was the tree him, his mother, and sometimes his brothers escaped too when his father made their life too hellish to remain inside. All their names are carved into the trunk of the tree.

When he was five years old, Tamlin's eldest brother gave him armour he wore in the War. It was one of the only nice things he ever did for him, and when he was first given them, Tamlin couldn't even pick up the breastplate. He wore the armour in the War against Hybern.

Tamlin can use his magical control of the wind and air to manipulate the weather. Sometimes in the dead of night, he will escape out to the forests with his fiddle and as he loses himself to his music his magic will react and cause terrifying thunderstorms.

Tamlin will have horrific nightmares of everyone he knows being tortured and killed by Amarantha, his father and brothers, or Rhysand. When he wakes up from them the first thing he will do is go to everyone's rooms and make sure they are still alive and sleeping soundly, this quickly became the only way to prevent him from having panic attacks after he wakes up. Since the destruction of his Court and everyone leaving him, Tamlin can't check on everyone and often has intense panic attacks, his mind convincing him the nightmares came true and everyone is dead.

Before he was High lord, Tamlin played in a small band in different taverns and out in markets. Once at a High lord's meeting, a Courtier attended who recognised him as the kid with the fiddle and the good voice and gushed to him about how much he loved his songs. Fully unaware Tamlin was the High lord of Spring. Everyone was very confused.

Tamlin likes to lay in Lucien's bed when he's gone. Tamlin sometimes also likes shapeshifting into a snake. Put the two together and you get to hear just how high-pitched Lucien's screams are.

Once a large pack of wolves descended on the Spring Manor, killed many livestock, were threatening to a lot of Fae. The sentries and Tamlin went to investigate. They found them hiding in the forests, but as the sentries went to fire and kill, they turned to see Tamlin nearly dying from cuteness as he gave one of the wolves belly rubs while saying "Who's a good boy??? You're a good boy!!!!! Yes you are!! Yes you are!!!" Now that pack of wolves follows Tamlin around and obeys his beck and call.

Tamlin does not like waking up early if he can avoid it. Lucien is always up early and goes downstairs to drink coffee and read his book. Tamlin does not like waking up and not seeing Lucien, so Lucien has taken to bringing his coffee upstairs and reading his book in bed. Now Tamlin wakes up nearly every morning to the smell of coffee and spice, Lucien's fingers in his hair, and seeing him enthralled in his book. Tamlin will not make a sound and just watches him while basking in the feeling of him stroking his hair.

Tamlin had a crush on Norstrus.

[whataboutsimple]

I am here with some Lost warrior things as promised, this one’s a bit of world building - G:

- Whenever Gabriel says his name, the person remembers it until Gabriel goes out of sight for even a moment, then they forget his name and face, only remembering that they met someone in peculiar armour and what he had done. It got to the point where Gabriel stopped introducing himself because it became very disheartening to him.

- Cassie was finally able to go back home thanks to the wandering warrior and while she can’t forgive the old builders, she’s learned to move on and be on cooperative terms with them. She still gaslights them though.

- The Nether railway is much more maintained since the order are still using it with even one to where Soren’s base is. Sometimes Ivor, Ellegaard and Magnus drag Soren out when they feel like he’s been too engrossed with what his research.

- Fred, Romeo and Xara tried to track down the wandering warrior but… Nothing. They can’t find him which is saying a lot.

- After the whole fight, the admins worked to undo Romeo’s damage but some things are hard to reverse so Romeo just sent them to bedrock and put more bedrock over it, effectively sealing them away. Because of this, the Oasis, Fred’s keep and Romeoberg are all in the overworld.

Ggggg.. so good to see youuu-

This whole AU has pick of my interest, ngl.

Imagine everytime when he said his name to the Order, went somewhere, got back all happy and stuff meanwhile they have their weapons out "Who are you and how did you get here?!" I think he would pick himself another name after that. Warrior of wind? You know, since wind is like him, always there but at the same time not.. don't mind me, I'm just being silly. Though still ppl probably have chosen a nickname for him since always calling him "Warrior" probably frustrating.

Imagine him visiting Cassie from time to time just to "Check up on kid". I'm pretty sure he does this to everybody just to check if they're okay.

Ivor, Ellegaard and Magnus traveling through Nether, joking and laughing while making their way to Soren, while Gabriel is forced to watch from the shadows. Mmmhm, angst.

Oh! It would gain their interest. Now Gabriel is not only should protect people, he also should avoid admins in case to not be captured. Hah, that sure adds some difficulty for his already not easy life.

I guess there will be no Admin arc than but.. maybe another admin, that was created by the world only because it needs to follow the script? Admin that has no personality outside of it's arc. Huh.. spicy.

You are creative, as always, G! Keep up the good work, and I'm always here to listen to you!<3

[spawnofdeath]

As promised, since the overwhelming majority voted for wanting to see it, here is my Empires AU main post with all my current notes and thoughts:

Two Sons of Rivendell

(Title borrowed from the poem written for the ending of Empires season 1 by the wonderful @fishy-strawberries on their art blog floweroflaurelin)

AKA me realizing there's two plot relevant reveals of two characters being siblings in Empires 1 and thinking what if I switched them, so Scott and Xornoth get "Hold on now, we're siblings? How did we forget that?" And Lizzie gets "Wait, the demon is my brother?"

Summary:

Scott and Xornoth, rulers of neighboring elven kingdoms Rivendell and Erewyn, rediscover the tales of their people's old gods, Aeor and Exor. What memories have they lost along with the connection to their past?

Meanwhile, in the nearby Grimlands, salmon loving engineer fWhip starts having troubles involving a demonic cod creature. Who is this malicious stranger, and is he connected to Ocean Queen Lizzie?

In no particular order, some notes:

There aren't really just straight forward role swaps exclusively between two characters each, it's all a bit all over the place

I only watched six out of twelve perspectives (Jimmy, Joel, Lizzie, Pearl, Scott and Sausage) so I don't know if I'm missing anything but also it's not meant to be canon-compliant (but also means I don't know how to write the other characters)

This AU is fully falling into the trend of making fanon Jimmy much cooler than he is in canon, but I just think he deserves a proper villain arc (not counting the one he thoroughly failed at in season 2)

Actual story notes:

Xornoth identifies and presents as broadly male-adjacent, and uses he/they

Because there's no possible pun on "siblings" that could work as well as "Seablings" for the purposes of this AU, Scott and Xornoth will be collectively known as "The Twin Kings"

Xornoth's Empire Erewyn (name might be subject to change) is slightly down the mountainside from Rivendell, where it's a bit warmer than on the snow covered peaks (even without their gods, Scott prefers the winter and Xornoth the summer), and has shared borders with Rivendell, Crystal Cliffs, and the Lost Empire (small parts taken off each of those three, but mostly extends into the spawn area, I looked up a map for this so hopefully you get what I mean)

Erewyn exports enchanted books and offers services of custom enchanting for armour and weapons

The Ocean Queen, of course, cherishes all Ocean dwellers, which certainly includes, for most of their life cycle, salmon

Featuring Scott both as one of the Lost Siblings pair and as the guy who falls in love with the demon

Those two plot lines actually might interfere with each other, I cannot imagine Xornoth would be very fond of the idea of his friend/brother trying to date a demon and Scott probably wouldn't take it very well if Xornoth tried to talk him out of it, so it might put a strain on their friendship, but I don't care, it can't be anyone but Scott, I can't make it work with anyone but Scott (the only other option I can think of would be Sausage, and he's already allied with the demon in canon, I don't want him to be in this AU as well)

I'm gonna say Jimmy is also at least somewhat interested in Scott, because, well, he is kind of cute, for someone without any fins or scales, and why not? Some fun on the side, why shouldn't he? There should be more to life than just terrorising people, even for a demon

Farmer (and Fighter) Queen Pearl is far too exited about her new demonic sparring partner and the powers he's willing to share (just to make their matches more interesting, right? This surely won't corrupt her, nooo, how would it?) (Unlike with Sausage, here I actually do like the idea of Pearl still being in a somewhat similar to canon role, except cranked up to eleven to become the role of demon protégé)

Pearl is also involved in this AU's equivalent of the hostage exchange, the other side being Xornoth (Pearl started it by stealing one of Xornoth's owls, but I cannot think of who or what they would have taken from her in return)

Pix as the assassin in that storyline, I think, because it's really funny to me to think that the person who in canon is tracking people's deaths in this AU is causing people's deaths

Lady Katherine of House Blossom, Flower Mage Queen of the Overgrown, tends to what is known as the Memorial Garden

Lord Sausage of Mythland really just wants to be friends with everyone and is always advocating for peace

Xornoth and Shrub have this AU's equivalent of the Cod War (what would that be though? I'd appreciate any ideas)

Joey and Xornoth are the happy couple who had the big royal wedding, with Scott as Xornoth's best man, and officiated by Pearl

Joey also gets the role of the one who's in complete denial of anything demonic going on. Joey cares about two things, his beautiful builds and his beautiful husband, and that's it. Demon? What demon? There's no demon, why would there be a demon? The sudden surplus of cod make good food for the raptors, as such their unusual aggression goes almost entirely unnoticed, piles of slime are buried under dirt to form nice rounded little hills. He can't even see Jimmy during the big arena fight, just Pearl going mad for no apparent reason, like, what's up with her then? (Keep in mind that I have never in my life watched any of Joey's videos, I have not the first clue how to write him)

Who did Pearl build the arena with, by the way? Probably Gem, who starts out being somewhat complacent about the whole demon issue ("Oh I'm sure he's not that dangerous, he's hardly managed to hurt me, and anyways, he's got some very interesting abilities I'd love to study"), but after the big massacre finally realizes it's actually quite serious and also Pearl is clearly not herself and definitely needs help

Random thought, you know how manta rays swim like they're flying through the water? Jimmy flies like he's swimming through the air

Jimmy is short for Jimahinjao, although he doesn't go by that name anymore, and definitely only Scott is allowed to call him Jimmy

Lizzie is short for Lizmoa, which is already one of the shortest merfolk names, but she's always gone by Lizzie, except in situations calling for truly formal adress

I don't know if "something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue" would necessarily apply to a gay wedding, but I kind of want it to in this case because:

I imagine Scott and Xornoth would have similar styles in terms of clothing and accessories, because it's a traditional elven style or because they're unknowingly brothers, who knows. The point here is Joey coming to Scott for 'something borrowed' and Scott going "Ohhh I can make your outfits match, that's gonna be so cute!"

Thus, the four items: an enchanted golden apple found with the help of Joel (because I didn't know what else he could provide), a pendant made of pixandrian copper (paralleling my interpretation of the amethyst Lizzie got from Gem as a necklace), an elven crown borrowed from Scott (matching Xornoth's), and a bouquet of blue orchids from the swamp outside of Mythland (paralleling the fact that in canon, the warped fungus came from the same place as the corruption)

Speaking of the swamp outside of Mythland, it is regarded as a dangerous and possibly haunted place and thus uninhabited (except for Jimmy, who is the reason people think it's haunted)

The crown Scott receives from Jimmy is a flower crown (as a nod to the for this AU rather unfitting official ship name of "Flower Husbands"). It's made from water lilies and has, beyond the mind control, two rather obvious magical properties. One: it doesn't wilt. Two: it's always slightly dripping. Mostly water, sometimes mud, rarely a bit of slime, but it's always dripping something. Scott still wears it anyways

Lizzie and Katherine get kidnapped by Pearl and Scott, and rescued by Joel, prompting that particular romance

As it will eventually turn out, Scott and Xornoth are twins (Xornoth being older by an hour, though there's no real way for them to find it out that exactly)

Xornoth reads in the library about an artifact he's pretty sure is related to the old religion he and Scott are continuing to learn about. The artifact in question is a black iron crown in the shape of a pair of antlers, to be worn by the royal representative of one of the two gods. They resolve to find this artifact.

Meanwhile, Lizzie, in a treasure chest she unearthed, finds what she thinks is probably an interestingly shaped piece of scrap metal. Maybe she can trade it to some fool for something else. Maybe for a channeling trident. She's been wanting one of those. Calling lightning at will sounds amazing.

The Crown™ is still forged by fWhip, and makes the rounds from Joel, who gets killed for it by Lizzie, who, while trying to give it to Shrub, gets it yoinked away by Joey, who gives it away via a treasure hunt which is then won by Xornoth, who gets it stolen by Gem, who creates a quiz for it that's won by fWhip, who gives it to Sausage, who puts on a contest in which Shrub then cheats and kills him to get it

The Ocean Queen gets storm powers that she needs to learn to control, she probably strikes Katherine with lightning by accident and subsequently flees to a deserted island to not hurt anyone else

While Lizzie is gone, fWhip steals the nautilus shell "Jimmy" has been sealed in, prompting her to return when one of her axolotls comes to tell her about it

More notes to possibly come in the future via reblogs

[erstwhilesparrow]

watched more 3rd life it's time for another list:

it fucks me up so bad that right up to the end martyn is careful and suspicious and ready to get the hell out of dodge at a moment's notice: when skizz -- someone who has already sworn his loyalty and thrown himself wholeheartedly into Being On Their Side -- brings him and ren down a staircase in skizz's base to a secret resource stash, martyn hangs back with his sword out and his shield raised. when martyn and impulse get ambushed by grian et al in renchanting's basement, martyn immediately bolts and blocks off the exit staircase behind him so they can't chase him. and then the way he dies is charging at scar for killing ren. could he have survived and gotten away by playing it safe and booking it? maybe. would he ever have? not in a million years. i know people have talked about this to the moon and back but that doesn't mean it doesn't fuck me up. he'd follow his king anywhere....

i love ren repeatedly being concerned with infrastructure even as they get into the endgame of the season. they don't know how fast things fall apart after a certain point!! they've never done this before!! ren complained about not having time for building things up, and i immediately thought about limited life. and i know this one's also been talked about to death, but really. the way some of them sort of try to build some nice things but it's their fourth go at this by now and really what do they need but the stripped-back and unadorned sky bridges, the half-burned ruins that are still standing enough to put chests and crops on? the... unravelling. the breaking of everything down to its bones. i was watching with a friend and said to them something to the effect of, like, dogwarts is so sentimental. martyn goes to absurd lengths (including straight up dying) to get the banner back. ren decides that since they're all going to die anyway, they should do it at their castle, take it back and make a final stand there. and by the finale, there are uncovered explosion craters everywhere, sky bridges and pillars made out of incongruous blocks, platforms supported by nothing, quick two-block-tall barricades, everything in ruins, but that's not until the finale. renchanting has decorative buttons on its roof. at one point during either his finale or his penultimate episode, martyn is quietly replanting dogwarts' crops while they all talk. they try to build things for the longterm. they try to build them pretty. and then limited life dispenses with all the pleasantries. god.

at one point scar runs past a bunch of floating items and going "oh, somebody's dead body." i LOVE dropped items as corpses…. here's what the game leaves you with: weapons, armour, resources. here's what the game never gives you: the actual body, hands and voice and face. but they DO leave something.

sometimes i think to myself, "surely i am exaggerating how much martyn is Like That about ren," and other times i am listening to martyn chase scar down saying, "when my lord wants something, he gets it." !!

hey kind of a weird note but martyn just Says this like it's something everyone knows: apparently green names with invis just fully can't be seen by red names?? is that true. why hasn't this ever come up. why did i forget he said this.

i love names. i love how they get used and when. thinking about etho going, "major?" to himself when ren's trying to tell dogwarts who to target, and then later, discussing battle strategy during the finale, picking up on calling him major instead of scott. ren never not calling scott 'major'. scott in his pov deliberately calling jimmy 'solidarity' when he's talking to impulse because impulse wouldn't know who 'jimmy' refers to. martyn swapping from calling him 'jimmy/timmy' to calling him 'solidarity' when they wind up on opposite sides and he needs to tell the rest of dogwarts what their enemies are up to. all of dogwarts taking up calling [impulse and his villagers] 'the war machine' after impulse gets found out. who they all are to each other, the network of relationships and understandings that gets laid out in who calls them what. man!!

i love prox chat. faint noises that might be movement while ren and martyn hide in a cave, and then extremely clearly scott going "joel, they're under you." bigb apparently only hearing scott going, "hi, bigb!" before dying is SO scary i love it so much. martyn overhearing impulse calling "eyes" to desert duo when he spots dogwarts trying to sneak back into the castle and the extra sliver of betrayal that that is, that he turned on them and stole their vocabulary for his own ends too.

i forgot martyn loses his green life within sight of dogwarts. i forgot martyn doesn't even see the actual moment ren loses his final life. absolutely fuck me, i guess.

speaking of "absolutely fuck me, i guess" moments: i hadn't noticed until this watch through that martyn's video description on his finale is "A hand to hold until the end. A hand to hold because we're friends." ;-; ???? i'm so tender about this. they were playing games and telling stories and having fun with it and they're FRIENDS. ;-;

entering the mean gills zone, in which i think about mean gills a truly unreasonable amount:

martyn chasing scott through the trees, scott yelling for martyn to back off and telling him off like a misbehaving dog. even after a rift has opened between them, there is still a degree to which scott reacts to martyn like martyn is someone/something he can boss around.

also: scott taunting dogwarts saying he has the red winter axe. martyn noticing while searching through some chests that he has what he describes as the rabbit foot scott gave them (initially a gift from ren to scott). setting this next to the lengths martyn has demonstrated to almost everyone on the server that he will go to to get the dogwarts banner back. setting both of these things next to the fact that martyn proposes stealing the pufferish of peace, saying, "i think [scott] would do horrible things to get it back."

this exchange from the middle of martyn chasing scott: "i wanna cuddle before you die. we were the last two yellows, can we cuddle? [...] hey i never wanted jimmy to die, okay, i said from the get-go--" / "you let skizz get him."

(note: it is demonstrably not true that they're the last two yellows? i think martyn might've meant last two greens; he and scott were both yellow at this point.)

martyn claiming to dogwarts that he knows where scott's nether portal is and that he can show them how to sneak into scott's base from the nether. (i say claiming because they do then get very lost trying to find scott's portal, but. yknow. this is knowledge martyn kind of has on scott. even the bridges over the valleys of the nether are bridges martyn built with scott.)

scott loses his yellow life trying to fight ren, because martyn charges in and scott nearly does kill martyn but ren shoots him at the last minute.

exiting the mean gills zone to instead enter the [whatever the fuck desert duo has going on in martyn's pov]:

an exchange you could have fun with: "Why do I keep letting Scar live!" / "Oddly we have respect for him." (i forgot to make note of who the first person was, but the second speaker is martyn.)

you could probably Do Something with the fact that scott, scar, and grian show up to attack martyn, and while grian's yelling, "revenge!!" martyn says, "you gave me this [golden apple], grian, i'm gonna use it!"

at one point in martyn's pov you can hear grian go, "scar, where are you?" and then increasingly forlornly going, "scar? scar?" i don't have anything additional to say about this, i just am vividly remembering how much i like desert duo and how interesting they are from martyn's pov.

[1rsoldiersince2012]

Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 2405 (chapter 27)

Summary:

You and Matt met in the courtroom. Now, you may think that Matt was a knight in shining armour and defended you in the name of all United States laws, but that was not the case. Matt was totally destroying your client, and you wanted to tear him into pieces right then and right there, because with Murdock as your rival, your head is on the firm's plate with each case. Did Matt care? No, he only cared about bringing justice, he was a human-machine, driven by the need to bring righteousness no matter the cost. Or was he just that? What happens when you get involved in Fisk's business and Daredevil's lies against your will?

UPDATES: expect the unexpected

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27. Deadly Dance

"Oh, what a beautiful bouquet!" Karen exclaims when all three return to the office.

"You've missed those delicious bagels, by the way." Foggy comes inside last, closing the door. "Oh, a secret admirer or a grateful client?" He points to the vase on your side of the table.

"Uh, is 'kind of both' a suitable answer?" You lean on the table, cup of coffee in your hands.

"Why didn't you come with us?" Matt comes into the room, but stops next to the threshold. 

"I couldn't find my wallet in that junk in my car." You say, but Matt feels a change in the air... and your heartbeat. "Will they still have those delicious bagels tomorrow?"

"Not if you keep bailing on us like that, y/n," Foggy plops down on one of the armchairs in your and Matt's office and exhales like he just ran a mile. "I would've bought you that bagel."

"Foggy, I'm already in your debt, forget that bagel." You smile slightly, feeling grateful for the environment you have a chance to work in, yet you begin to feel guilt creeping in right after.

"So, anything happened when we were gone?" Karen asks, visibly admiring the roses, while Matt quickly turns his head to the side like a puppy and listens intently.

"No, not really." You blow the steam from the cup away, looking at all of them in front of you. Foggy looked like he was about to fall asleep any moment. Matt furrows his eyebrows slightly, not understanding anyhting. 

"Maybe we could finish up earlier tonight? The exterminator wants to come take a look at the situation." Karen says, with a sour expression on her face.

"The who now?" Foggy almost jumps from his seat, you stand up straight, putting the cup on your table.

"I think the rats ate the wires of the copier."

"Great, we have rats now, I'm never sleeping here again." Foggy looks around terrified, afraid that a rat might jump at him now out of nowhere.

"You slept here?" You ask with a slight disbelief, looking around for rats as well. If you saw one right now, you'd probably faint.

"I was drunk." 

"Foggy, I warned you about losing the keys-" Matt begins, yet gets interrupted by Karen.

"Okay, I also remembered that the phone guy is also coming here, because the phones are not working."

"I wonder why." You say sarcastically, and your tone doesn't get past Karen's ears.

"Maybe the rats came with the equipment?" Matt steps in before you two make a scene about it again.

"Yeah, sure, I bet they enjoyed the ride here." You roll your eyes, and take another sip of your coffee, which suddenly got a bitter taste.

"Let's just hope we don't see any rats running around the office when we're with clients." Foggy brings the calmness to the office again, and seeing the awkward faces, suggests calling it a day.

*** 

Matt is attacking the Russians again. When armed goons emerge from the garage, he hides behind the taxi door, right next to the mysterious boy sitting in the car, when suddenly the boy gets shot by one of the Russians. Matt tries to take the three of them, but one starts making his exit. Catching up to him, Matt grabs him harshly by the collar and roughly shakes his body up from the ground, "Where's Vladimir?"

"No, please!" The guy shouts, fear evident in his eyes upon seeing the man in the mask in the flesh.

"Vladimir! Where is he?"

"Please, I'll tell you what you want! Just don't cut my head off!" The guy begs, almost crying.

"What are you talking about?"

"Vladimir's brother. Everyone knows you took his head."

Siren blares loudly just a building away, and Matt lets go of the guy, running away into the darkness.

"On the ground! On the ground!" Officer's screams ring in the alley, indicating that Piotr was taken away.

*** 

Next morning Matt surprises everyone with his question, "Hey, you guys hear anything on the news about a Russian getting his head cut off? In Hell's Kitchen?"

Foggy sighs heavily, "This city. Bad enough you get mugged, now they chop your melon off. What's next, groping corpses?"

You pucker your lips in disappointment, because after all, in Hell's Kitchen only that mysterious devil figure was a surprise, and a big mystery.

A knock on doors get everyone's attention, and turning to look back into the main room, you notice a familiar face coming inside with Karen.

An elderly Hispanic woman smiles at Karen, and looks at you with somewhat disaproving look.

"Uh, por favor, sit down, Mrs?" Karen politely offers a chair to the woman, and she gladly sits down, exhausted from the journey.

"Elena Cardenas."

*** 

As the music gets closer to its peak moment, Wesley spins you faster, not breaking the intense eye contact, and skilfully not stepping on your shoes or your long dress, or ruining the harmony of the dance in any other way.

Matt starts running faster too. Getting closer to the warehouse full of people who were kidnapped by Fisk's accomplices, and held captive, for no particular reason. They never needed a reason to break the law.

You see the lights from the chandeliers reflect on Wesley's glasses, they change quicker, almost making your head spin. Was it the champagne or the endless spin?

Lights go out and the warehouse drowns in an absolute darkness, making them all panic, including the kidnapped people. They were waiting for him to arrive, but when the moment comes, they are still not ready to face him. The devil is out and thirsty for revenge, unfortunately for Fisk's men. Gracefully, Matt lands on the box of guns, knocking the closest five men who were standing next to it.

The violins get louder and more aggressive, musicians are in absolute trance, the couples spin one last time, men turn women in their arms to the sides - from left to right, left to right, just like the Devil of Hell's Kitchen is sending punches and kicks - from left to right, left to right.

The music stops with the violins, and you find yourself looking at the ceiling, chest heaving, tightly holding onto Wesley's shoulder and half bent back. On the same note that you ended the dance, Matt punched the last guy, breathing heavily as well. Muffled noises and cries reminded him that he had to set those poor people free. The adrenaline of the fight, the build up anger drove him crazy, and he almost made a mistake.

Wesley lifts you up, breathing heavily as well, you hold onto his arm, not hiding your smile. "You okay?" He asks, noticing how you closed your eyes for a moment, waiting for the room to stop spinning so fast. His eyes lingered on your lips a moment longer than it would be necessary for his mission, but he just couldn't help himself, the dark red lipstick on your full lips drove him crazy. He had no comment on that wine red dress and that deep v-neck, just for his eyes -

"Yes." You breathe out, feeling how Wesley's hands snaked behind your back, subtly pressing you into him. Your bandaged arm today looked quite different - the usual white bandage was switched to a skin-colour one, for the sake of being less noticable. You were able to change it yourself, without a struggle since it was healing well.

"Care to get another drink?"

"I thought you were driving us home, James."

"It's not nice to let a lady drink alone. My friend can pick us up." He doesn't let go of you yet, feeling something more than just a need to perform excellent on another job. It drove him crazy the way you said his name.

"Or we can catch a taxi." You break free from his arms in a little spin, and make your way towards the champagne tower, Wesley looks around and notices one of Fisk's men standing in the corner, pretending to be one of the security guys. The man shakes his head slightly and the previous smile from Wesley's face is quickly replaced by a deep scowl and a look of disappointment, the devil ruined his plans again. This was their plan to lure him in. Unfortunately.

Matt opens the main door, sending people free, and listening for a second to their hurried steps and distant running. Another evil plan ruined, but why didn't he feel the satisfaction that usually came after such missions? Why was there an empty spot in him that demanded to be satisfied, that demanded a touch of that one woman who was currently dancing with another? With the��real devil, the devil who sought to ruin everything on his way, and not protect at any cost.

"Mm, the champagne's nice, I wonder what's it called." You swallow a big gulp, Wesley downs half of the glass at once, missing the moment you raised your eyebrows at him.

The second he swallows, his facial expression softens for you once more. "We can ask the waiter if-"

"No, no need, I can even smell how expensive it is." You laugh shortly, and hear the soft sound of violins again.

"Care to share one more dance with me, Miss y/l/n?" Wesley puts his empty glass on the passing waiter's tray, extending his arm. You elegantly put yours on his, holding it firmly.

"Just one?" you smirk, leaving your glass as well, and a familiar melody of Sebastian Bach fills up the room again.

"With you, I'd dance until my feet fall off." He places a chaste kiss on your hand, not breaking the eye contact again.

"Let's hope that this will never happen." You blush under his gaze, feeling his palm rest on your waist when you begin the last dance of the evening.

Matt feels like there's so much he could do tonight. If there was a marathon happening now, he'd probably run it twice. His feet involuntary took him onto the roof of the ballroom. He knew that there were Fisk's men, involved into some dirty business. Maybe tonight was a trap to catch him, but he was smarter than Fisk again. Small smirk is wiped off his face when he remembers... Matt was now lying to himself about the reason he came here. He told himself that it was important to catch Wesley in a compromising phone call or chat with one of the undercover goons. But his heart was telling him to check on you. He heard your heartbeat, and your heavy breathing from all the dancing, which you didn't even do for years. Out of frustration, Matt almost punched a hole through the glass roof of the ballroom, especially when Wesley put his jacket on your shoulders, and gently led you out to the taxi, closing the doors after you and- Shit. You both drove off. Matt pulls himself away from his spot, running to the other rooftops, just to get on your flat's roof before you two return.

You don't feel tired or tipsy, maybe a little, but you feel so full of energy and so... Happy? No. The emotion was not to be described as happy. You weren't happy for so long now that you simply forgot how that emotion felt.

Matt pulls another perfect landing just before the taxi stops in front of the building. "Keep the change, pal." Wesley says to the taxi driver and waves him off, catching up with you on the stairs of your building.

You glance at your watch, looking then at Wesley. "Not leaving?"

"You want me to-"

"No... Stay." You say and gently put your palm on his cheek, caressing it.

"I had a great time tonight. You're an excellent dancer." Wesley says, snaking his hand on your waist.

"My dad taught me everything." You mutter before leaning closer to his face, when you catch him doing the same. The kiss is soft, yet you don't feel the fireworks or butterflies in your stomach. Just cold lips as if Wesley was dead inside.

Matt rolls his eyes, and Fisk's men confirm to him the situation, "he's good," one of them mutters to another in a car on the other side of the street. "To be honest, she looked like she could be easily seduced," the other replies, sipping on his coffee. Fisk trusted Wesley with his life, but sometimes he just had to be completely sure. It happened to be one of those times.

You both disappear in the darkness of the building, but Matt not once loses you, on the contrary, your steps are getting closer to the top floor, and he's only a concrete wall away from you. But that changes nothing, just as you close the door behind you, Wesley takes out his tonight's anger on you - kissing more aggressively but with a slight precision of a man who knows exactly what he wants. His glasses get thrown on your coffee table, and you almost rip your dress on your way to the couch, laughing.

"What is it?" Wesley laughs, out of breath as well.

"Let's get it off, I have to return it."

"I liked it a lot. In fact, like liked it so much that I could buy it and get you out of trouble." Wesley brushes his finger on the silky fabric of the dress, making you shiver.

Matt rolls his eyes, feeling like he should leave because he might beat someone up from this anger, but he wants to make sure that nothing bad happens to you.

"A lady never wears the same dress twice." You fix his jacket's napkin, not pulling your arms back.

"I'm not a picky man." Lies. He was indeed a picky man, but for you, he'd forget it. He'd forget everything.

"I'm not dressing for men, James." You smile brightly, noticing spots of your lipstick on Wesley's lips.

Matt smirks to himself. Only you could put someone in their place so subtly. He has already experienced that. Although now that he thought about it, you were shooting those remarks mostly at him. Something worth thinking about, since he didn't want to listen to your bedroom talk but remained in his spot, mentally putting this down as a God's punishment.

And he was right. God was punishing him.

In the morning, you woke up wrapped in a blanket and Wesley's jacket put on your shoulders. Rising from the uncomfortable position that you slept in, you notice a bouquet of lilies on your table, along with a neatly written note: "even the most beautiful flower is still not as beautiful as you".

Involuntary, your lips twitch into a small smile.

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

17th January >> Mass Readings (Except USA)

  Tuesday, Second Week in Ordinary Time

And/Or

Saint Antony, Abbot.

Tuesday, Second Week in Ordinary Time

(Liturgical Colour: White)

(Readings for the feria (Tuesday))

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Tuesday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading Hebrews 6:10-20 In this hope we have an anchor for our soul.

God would not be so unjust as to forget all you have done, the love that you have for his name or the services you have done, and are still doing, for the saints. Our one desire is that every one of you should go on showing the same earnestness to the end, to the perfect fulfilment of our hopes, never growing careless, but imitating those who have the faith and the perseverance to inherit the promises. When God made the promise to Abraham, he swore by his own self, since it was impossible for him to swear by anyone greater: I will shower blessings on you and give you many descendants. Because of that, Abraham persevered and saw the promise fulfilled. Men, of course, swear an oath by something greater than themselves, and between men, confirmation by an oath puts an end to all dispute. In the same way, when God wanted to make the heirs to the promise thoroughly realise that his purpose was unalterable, he conveyed this by an oath; so that there would be two unalterable things in which it was impossible for God to be lying, and so that we, now we have found safety, should have a strong encouragement to take a firm grip on the hope that is held out to us. Here we have an anchor for our soul, as sure as it is firm, and reaching right through beyond the veil where Jesus has entered before us and on our behalf, to become a high priest of the order of Melchizedek, and for ever.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 110(111):1-2,4-5,9,10

R/ The Lord keeps his covenant ever in mind.

I will thank the Lord with all my heart in the meeting of the just and their assembly. Great are the works of the Lord, to be pondered by all who love them.

R/ The Lord keeps his covenant ever in mind.

He makes us remember his wonders. The Lord is compassion and love. He gives food to those who fear him; keeps his covenant ever in mind.

R/ The Lord keeps his covenant ever in mind.

He has sent deliverance to his people and established his covenant for ever. Holy his name, to be feared. His praise shall last for ever!

R/ The Lord keeps his covenant ever in mind.

Gospel Acclamation Psalm 118:18

Alleluia, alleluia! Open my eyes, O Lord, that I may consider the wonders of your law. Alleluia!

Or: cf. Ephesians 1:17,18

Alleluia, alleluia! May the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ enlighten the eyes of our mind, so that we can see what hope his call holds for us. Alleluia!

Gospel Mark 2:23-28 The sabbath was made for man, not man for the sabbath.

One sabbath day, Jesus happened to be taking a walk through the cornfields, and his disciples began to pick ears of corn as they went along. And the Pharisees said to him, ‘Look, why are they doing something on the sabbath day that is forbidden?’ And he replied, ‘Did you never read what David did in his time of need when he and his followers were hungry – how he went into the house of God when Abiathar was high priest, and ate the loaves of offering which only the priests are allowed to eat, and how he also gave some to the men with him?’

And he said to them, ‘The sabbath was made for man, not man for the sabbath; the Son of Man is master even of the sabbath.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saint Antony, Abbot 

(Liturgical Colour: White)

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Tuesday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading Ephesians 6:10-13,18 Put on God's armour and resist the devil.

Grow strong in the Lord, with the strength of his power. Put God’s armour on so as to be able to resist the devil’s tactics. For it is not against human enemies that we have to struggle, but against the Sovereignties and the Powers who originate the darkness in this world, the spiritual army of evil in the heavens. That is why you must rely on God’s armour, or you will not be able to put up any resistance when the worst happens, or have enough resources to hold your ground.

Pray all the time, asking for what you need, praying in the Spirit on every possible occasion. Never get tired of staying awake to pray for all the saints.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 15(16):1-2,5,7-8,11

R/ You are my inheritance, O Lord.

Preserve me, God, I take refuge in you. I say to the Lord: ‘You are my God.’ O Lord, it is you who are my portion and cup; it is you yourself who are my prize.

R/ You are my inheritance, O Lord.

I will bless the Lord who gives me counsel, who even at night directs my heart. I keep the Lord ever in my sight: since he is at my right hand, I shall stand firm.

R/ You are my inheritance, O Lord.

You will show me the path of life, the fullness of joy in your presence, at your right hand happiness for ever.

R/ You are my inheritance, O Lord.

Gospel Acclamation John 8:31-32

Alleluia, alleluia! If you make my word your home you will indeed be my disciples, and you will learn the truth, says the Lord. Alleluia!

Gospel Matthew 19:16-26 It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven.

There was a man who came to Jesus and asked, ‘Master, what good deed must I do to possess eternal life?’ Jesus said to him, ‘Why do you ask me about what is good? There is one alone who is good. But if you wish to enter into life, keep the commandments.’ He said, ‘Which?’ ‘These:’ Jesus replied ‘You must not kill. You must not commit adultery. You must not bring false witness. Honour your father and mother, and: you must love your neighbour as yourself.’ The young man said to him, ‘I have kept all these. What more do I need to do?’ Jesus said, ‘If you wish to be perfect, go and sell what you own and give the money to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; then come, follow me.’ But when the young man heard these words he went away sad, for he was a man of great wealth. Then Jesus said to his disciples, ‘I tell you solemnly, it will be hard for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven. Yes, I tell you again, it is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven.’ When the disciples heard this they were astonished. ‘Who can be saved, then?’ they said. Jesus gazed at them. ‘For men’ he told them ‘this is impossible; for God everything is possible.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[lillys-shadow]

March Second 1523

Over the past few years one thing has become apparent to me. Reality does not conform to the whims of men; desire it may produce, and hope it may incur. But it shall take it from you in your dying breaths. I am a mercenary that has been hired for many a task, but I am not the killing type you see and I seem to have quite the skill in courtship. Lindsay was my first target, known to the merchant who sent me as “the goo” was simply put, gorgeous. Her body translucent, a thin membrane making what one might consider her skin. She had taken refuge in the merchants cellar because it contained wine, which was her only escape from the hate being upon from the outside. I had brung myself to her nigh bare, without armour, simply a bra and my undergarments were upon me. We talked, and eventually we left together (I bought a fair amount on my way out, Lindsay had been insistent). Over the next weeks we bonded, going on dates, playing golf, and just chilling. Things were well, it is not every day you find a slime who is willing to date a human such as myself, and so I was ecstatic… until the day. We were sitting besides each other watching the sun set when all of the sudden we were locking eyes. Her hands resting in mine.

“I-I love you.” She had said to me and without hesitation I had replied.

“I love you too.” And then it happened, the kiss. One of passion, our bodies melding together in an embrace more than I could ever express to you. But before long, something was wrong, her springy, fluid consistency was becoming solid, whilst still engulfing myself. She began to scream, her skin becoming the colour of mine, her wailing was terrifying. Bones began to form bursting from the irregular form our embrace had taken. My clothes were splattered in blood. And before long Lindsay was dead. And I wished I had been also, a look at her corpse presented an unpleasant truth, she had been human. Cursed or hexed in some way to require true love to revert her form. I had killed her. The next I had met was named Hans, a wolfman, seven foot tall, and able to give the best sex I had ever had. The way I had met him was rather similar to Lindsay, through a contract with a local church. In the woods I found him, I was this time determined to restrain him at least, knowing that without proof of death the church would not pay me. But instead wandering through the dark woods Hans called home I found myself pressed against a tree. His frame was strong, and his muscles also. I couldn’t move.

“What have we here?” He said, “Another woman of faith forgetting who their lord is?” He chuckles. “No, the attire is far too formal for that. This one might be a special treat.” Drool fell onto my face, his hot breath filling my lungs, the smell odd but not unpleasant. He halfway picks me up, hauling me over a log, removing what little protective gear I had been wearing (I had assumed that a far range engagement would be my circumstance and so my leaser armour would suffice) and placing his warm cock against my ass. He leans over to my ear and says to me “Your a quiet one aren’t you?” I brace myself as he leans back again, aligning himself to me. And before long he was within me, my internals being rearranged by his throbbing member. My eyes rolled back in my head, my moans spent on the ecstasy he had brung me (Needless to say the church did not want to re hire me). The thrusting motion pulling my enjoyment beyond what should be.

“I-I love this” I spat out, my vocals running on their own, “I love you.” And that is when it happens, his form quickly descends height decreasing from 7 foot to 5 foot 5. His “member” also shifts size dramatically. His hair recedes into his skin and he arrives, covering me in his seed considering he is now outside of me. My mood after a moment of confusion quickly sours as his surely did also.

“What have you done to me!?” He had shouted.

“I-I don’t know.” I grabbed my things quickly making my way away from him. Later becoming dressed, the inside of my clothes covered with his cum, I left the forest.

But today, today has been the straw to break the camels back. I had been called in by a friend who believed I would be interested in the therapy service held in Joustoun cave, and I was. When I had arrived, it became clear to me that it was no human running the therapy session, but an arachnae, a woman with spider like appendages and a keratin plated skin. She was beautiful, her exoskeleton a nice shade of purple. Oh what a sight to behold, upon seeing her I knew that I was not there for the therapy, I was there for her. In fact, I entered the cave and made my intentions quite clear. That I was there to savour her. And savour her I did, after four months seeing each other we had reached a point of true relationship stability. She had not yet become human or some visage of one and thus I believed we were safe, but oh I was wrong.

“You’re beautiful, as you always were” I had said to her.

“Oh I love you.” She said as she lunged upon me, her eight legs pinning me down. “I think I’m ready.” She had said, a background is required I think for this to make sense. Arachnae only mate once every 3 years, their sex lives quite barren otherwise, which is why they must be extremely choosey with their mates, this extreme lack of population growth has also caused them to be able to reproduce with both male and females of their kind. And her mate I was to become.

I became flustered, “A-Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Her tongue falling from her mouth is pulled along my face, covering me in her saliva. She brings her abdomen level with my crotch using her lower legs to holster my skirt. “You are enthusiastic?” She asks to which I quickly respond,

“Yes! Fill me Olivia!” She rips off my skirt before a conical protrusion, presumably a penis, appears from within her. She pauses for a minute looking into my eyes, and arranging her head to my neck before thrusting into me.

“~Ah~” I moaned my body quaking as she grew within me. Soon enough my entire insides had been filled by her. She withdrawers herself before entering again. She begins to speed up, myself now quickly dissolving as she continues her inner escapades.

“I love you.” She said before sinking her fangs into my neck.

“~A-Aah~! I love you too!” And again it happens, her smooth hard keratin becoming soft corse skin, her 8 red eyes becoming two. Her elongated fangs becoming short stubby teeth. And before long she was standing above me. Naked. And human. I rushed out the room, my psyche truly rocked by this revelation, she is human. Now she is human.

I am not sure if I will ever find a monster who will not become human at my accursed words. If such a thing even exists. I am disgusted at gods hatred for myself.

signed,

Lilly Tau

This is the third time in a row the monster you were wooing has turned into a prince(ss). Good for them and all, but you’re starting to feel like you’ll never find someone who’s your… “type”.

[castlebyersafterdark]

OMFFFFG the dnd roleplay!!!

ok, serious, THAT is what spicy byler fandom needs. not just because its hot, but because its literally so in character, and it's .... like that IS real. and yeah you could say its the most explicit kind of sexualisation of their childhood selves so far because of the dnd associations in the show, but you could also say the show itself is a horrorification (and sexualisation if you read the metaphor a certain way) of their childhood gameplay. so...

and yes its so cringe but the best freaking kind, the kind the show gives you! i was only cringing on their behalf rather than out of my own guilt which i do still get a bit of when i enjoy anything spicy byler lol. and weirdly its even hotter BECAUSE its not just for us. because its for them, so in character, it becomes hotter? yessssss youve done it

and theres no WAY that will, who draws real-person fanart about their party lol, has never fantasised about this. i mean, his very painting is a fantasy put to canvas. and mike with that paladin sword.... oh, you knowwwww that there's gonna be some dirty talk about swords somewhere... * shudder * who knows, maybe them creating these characters was even will's sexual awakening about mike? imagining him in these courageous contexts etc

the use of will's magic in their dirty talk hehehe im imagining them actually writing a whole mini scenario to play out, not even just getting lost in the moment but properly planning it sometimes cos they couldnt believe how hot it was first time it happened 🙊🙊 (ok now i need to know who instigated the first time. pre-party meet up too! these boys are wild). and also - they way they bounce off each other at suzie's in the show? theyre TELLING us that these two can roleplay! so why not sexy too when theyre older? yessssssss correct

i cringed with joy at the way you wrote this. perfection. sometimes i bad-cringe at the impersonal-ness of byler smut with pet names anyone in the world could use, cos its so easy for them to stop being mike and will and start being random bodies having sex, but this specificity feels like its so them and it could only be them.

using their dnd names??? ACCENTS????? 😭 i'm imaginging their idea of king arthur british medieval ahhhhhhh

+ partially dressed in costume????? the wizard hat falling off immediately when will bounces?? his floopy flowing robes just hiked up over his thighs?????????? that's period drama-level sex right there, even better than totally naked. mike just having a bit of armour over his shoulders, nothing else? ughhhhhh

honestly i have never been in nerd culture like this irl, but i can totally see how fantasy would develop from childhood to adulthood like this... its natural for everyone because imagination and pretend play in childhood is often lost as we grow (unless someone is a creative/artist/imagination-forward adult) and the only place that playfulness remains for many folk is through sexual expression. sex is where adults play. so why the heck not this for byler? its so on track i literally am so excited to see what you do with this, not least because perhaps for these boys, this is one of the only ways they can reclaim their love of this game after all the trauma they went through. beautiful 😭😭😭

This ask was sent back in early June after this post and a bunch of chatter about potentially writing a fic expanding on the idea. I draft and forget so many asks (oops, sorry 🫣) and thought I might have had s relevant one stashed away. I hope you're still around, maybe you're someone who's made a blog between then and now! This was all before I even planned an official outline and I thought... would it be crazy if I expanded on the idea? Hilarious. I have so many other wips in the works but I don't think I want to fully leave our little role-playing nerds behind. I'll drop random drabbles about that whole vibe over time when inspiration strikes. Love everything about these two boys.

[virtue1nvain]

How are you today?

GIMME SOME HEAD CANONS ABOUT YANQING POOKIE

ERMMMM LET ME THINK.. (i might base some of these off of mems)

Much like how he names all his swords, he also has specific days dedicated to taking care of a single sword for an entire day. Like a selfcare day but for a sword.

He dislikes onion with every bone in his body, he'll look at you with pure anguish in his eyes if you try and give it to him

Probably ate those sugary kids toothpastes, even at 14 he still admits to liking it.

Jing yuan in my mems smells of peaches, so by extension and always being around eachother Yanqing also smells of peaches. He also smells of like... penny. Yknow the smell of pennies, the metal ones, THAT.

He's autistic and no one can tell me otherwise, I'm autistic and SO IS HE.

He won't call Jing Yuan anything other than general. They've had like hour long conversations of JY trying to get him to call him anything else, but it kinda stuck. Yanqing kinda just imprinted on the title as a kid and never let it go.

In my mind, there's no way he's under 14, I'd say 15 at the eldest.

He's actually supposed to wear knee-guards and stuff, the common safety equipment for skateboarding, in armour form when he's on that god forsaken flying sword, but he just.. doesn't. It's not that he forgets he just doesn't want to, "i ain't doing allat" style.

Victim of brainrot, in the most positive way. I leave that there for creative imagination.

He probably read the warrior cats series at some point in his life + would'e adored How To Train Your Dragon and Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga'Hoole. This kid wouldn't SHUT UP about these movies if he saw them.

If you asked him what animals he really liked, he'd answer with otters and seals, sea-puppy and sea-kitty! What more could you want?

He's also criminally short, dont ask me an exact height I couldn't tell you cause I dont know how tall average, short and tall are. But ill put an estimate for 4'7 to 5'1 range (the shorter deff not based on my height irl)

Ermmm i was writing this b4 i had to leave for a test BYEBYEEEEE AND THANK YOU FOR SENSING ME AN ASK