#and I tend to be a little nervous when it comes to helping other folks with their writing like beta reading and editing and stuff

[lebrookestore]

nct 127 as demigods!

authors note: i have no time to even be doing this i don't know where it came from but the pjo brainrot and phase is so real and back with a vengence so please enjoy while i hope i won't be failing my mathematics final. and yes, i absolutely want to write a full fledged fic based on this.

Mark: as a son of Poseiden!

listen...this man is everywhere and is so important that its no surprise he's the child of one of the big three.

has a natural affinity for swordplay.

used to depend on his swordsmanship a lot more than his inherited powers from his father but learned to strike a balance between both as he grew older.

has a very obvious, clearly powerful aura, but he's also Just A Guy.

when he first arrived to camp, everyone thought he was a child of Hypnos actually because he quite literally slept through the first two days he was there due to how exhausted he was.

got claimed on the third day and everyone was shocked (yes he's my Percy stand in and what about it)

doesn't really like how much everyone looks up to him, it makes him scared for the moment that he inevitably disappoints them all - or so he thinks.

bro is clueless for the most part but always manages to pull through and get himself out of any situations (*cough* monsters *cough) he finds himself in.

when he's especially emotionally disturbed or angry, he causes earthquakes.

Johnny: as a son of Hecate!

when he was little he didn't really understand how he could make things simply appear or scenes in front of him change by simply imagining it.

it kept him out of a lot of trouble during his younger years.

manipulation of the mist has always come easy to him, he barely even breaks a sweat.

his weapon is an enchanted spear.

it helps channel his power and helps in physical battle as well, though he tends to rely on his powers more.

the spear was a gift from his mother, the only time he's ever met her or spoken to her.

he tends to make people nervous with so much as a glance.

its not just the fact that he has that demigod aura of power- he's just an intimidating figure.

the air of mystery around him is furthered by how private he is, but he's all smiles and jokes if you're a close friend of his.

knowing how easily he can make someone nervous, Johnny uses it to his advantage often, whether it be to get out of trouble or to get his way.

Taeyong: as a son of Iris!

take a moment to see the vision here folks

he totally has the vibe of a hippie rainbow goddess' son.

was brought to chb when he was fourteen, which is relatively old for a demigod.

the colour of his eyes varies and changes according to his moods and emotions.

when the sun hits his hair it seems like that too changes colour and shifts from one shade to another.

once tried to tie-die his camp half-blood shirt with Jaehyun to make it a little more stylish since the both of them were tired of the bright, unflattering orange. lets just say it did not turn out well.

his weapon of choice is a scimtar - a wicked curved blade.

for someone so peaceful and smiley, he's scary when fighting with his scimtar, quick on his feet and downright deadly. unlike his siblings, who tend to despise conflict, he's one of the best fighters.

like all children of Iris, he can create a rainbow barrier for protection

he possesses photokinesis, a rare power among children of iris, in which he can focus an intense beam of prismatic light which will burn anything it touches.

Doyoung: as a son of Athena!

was taken to camp when he was nine and quickly adapted although he was so young.

the definition of a know-it-all, but its kind of in a lovable way.

he has the habit of rambling so his attempts at sounding all knowledgable tend to come off as dorky a lot of time.

make no mistake though, Doyoung is as cunning and resourceful as they get.

although every child of Athena is talented at battle strategy, Doyoung is the one most of the other campers turn to in times of crisis for guidance through any battle.

spends countless hours reading and studying the old stories of great greek heroes and demigods and his favourite is Odysseus.

is proficient with almost all weapon but usually uses a sword.

his fighting style is more calculated than most, his mind is always racing and thinking about weak spots and dissecting his opponents fighting style and flaws.

although a good fighter, he first and foremost relies on his wit and strategic skills and can make use of whatever is at his disposal to hold his own.

Yuta: as a son of Ares!

competitive little bitch (and we love that for him).

got kicked out of three schools because he would pick fights (and win them).

usually leads during capture the flag.

during battle, there tends to be a somewhat manic glow of delight in his eyes because no matter how dangerous the situation is or how bad the odds are, fighting his what he's the best at.

to him, its an art form.

his weapon of choice is a pair of daggers.

usually children of ares don't opt for small weapons as such, and although he has control over any weapon like Doyoung does - though Yuta's control is more innate and in built- he prefers the versatility his daggers give him.

he's quite deadly with them.

the only person that can take him in a fight is Taeyong, and that is also quite rare.

his fighting skills are enhanced when angry or particularly vengeful.

impulsive when it comes to any sort of fighting - prefers to deal with it head on and directly.

Jaehyun: as a son of Aphrodite!

his birthday is literally on valentines day i will not take criticism about this.

bro is literally stunning.

his weapon of choice is a sword.

a surprisingly competent fighter considering his siblings don't particularly enjoy any form of sparring for the most part, and helps out with teaching the younger campers sword fighting.

has the ability to melt anyone with that pretty boy smile of his.

knows exactly how to win someone over and use his natural charm, but doesn't know how to stop it from going too far, which leads to people falling for him left, right and center.

this doesn't mean he's oblivious to those who like him - make no mistake, he is well aware when someone is crushing on him.

unfortunately, he hasn't quite mastered the art of gently letting someone down, which leads to very awkward moments after some poor soul confesses to him.

thus he unwittingly follows the whole 'heartbreaker' agenda the Aphrodite cabin has, though he doesn't approve of it.

doesn't have charmspeak but can tell when its being used on him.

Jungwoo: as a son of Hephastus!

a literal genius.

could solve college level mathematics in the third grade, but his mother never made that fact known - simply because she knew about his demigod nature, being one of the few mortals who could see through the mist.

she didn't want to attract any more attention than necessary.

first came to camp half blood when he was twelve.

can sense how any sort of mechanism works.

possesses pyrokinesis unlike most children of Hephastus, but it takes a lot out of him.

usually relies on his fire manipulation while fighting, but otherwise makes use of an axe as a weapon.

while he is pretty damn good fighter, he prefers to take a backseat and work behind the scenes on weaponry and creating traps to capture or unarm the enemy.

can easily disarm any traps and can sense them if close by, but can also make traps deadlier.

spends a lot of time in forges.

also loves working with the Hermes' campers to construct devices for pranks for fun.

Haechan: as a son of Apollo!

literal sunshine boy.

must protect at all costs but is honestly quite capable of protecting himself and then some.

his mother is a nurse and with her busy schedule he was left alone at home for the most part when he was younger, so being taken to camp half blood by his satyr when he was 10 seemed like the perfect solution.

chose to be an year-round camper since it was safer that way.

an excellent archer.

isn't much of a healer, but if his siblings need help in the infirmary, he'll assist them.

leans into his musical gifts more - his voice can quite literally make anyone stop in their tracks.

if an especially young demigod shows up at camp, he goes out of his way to make sure they're okay, knowing how daunting it all was when he was their age.

gets along well with the Hermes campers due to his mischievous nature.

his favourite trick is putting a rhyming curse on whoever the victim of his prank is.

[eleanor-bradstreet]

Young at Heart: The Princess (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!Reader Rated: G, the fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed Word count: 3.1k

Masterpost

Summary: The Colin monsters attack and you seek an answer from Benedict.

Author's Note: So many folks to thank for this finale chapter. Firstly, to @angels17324 who again had the idea for the adorable interaction with the children. Sweet Benedict being duped by innocent shenanigans is gold! Also to @mysticwitchcraftco for proposing we see the inevitable conversation with Colin after the last chapter. I liked this idea so much I went back and wrote it in! Lastly, to @broooookiecrisp who also championed the Colin convo and helped me craft the ending scene. This chapter was much shorter and weaker without each of you, and I hope you enjoy! 💙

Benedict rushed down the hall, nervous energy coursing through him. All he could see were your lips, soft and parted with bated breath, inviting him in. He still felt the warm thrum of your pulse under his fingertips where he held your wrist, the tingling brush of your noses…

His mind whirred, passion and reason each attempting to roar over one another, a situation he was well familiar with, though it had never been this intense before. He tugged at his cravat, then startled when a voice broke through his thoughts.

“Have your theatrics tired you, brother?”

He whipped around to see Colin, grinning like the cat that ate the canary, sidling up to him. 

“What?” His voice was flustered. “No, I am fine.”

Folding his arms, Colin leaned a shoulder against the wall, smirking. Benedict sometimes thought he had imbued too much of himself into his younger brother. Colin should have spent more time around Anthony’s disciplinarian nature and been molded into a dutiful little lieutenant, not a scamp. Then he would have been easier to deceive. 

“You and Miss y/l/n make quite the pair.”

“What do you mean by that?” Benedict had regained his composure.

Colin shrugged. “Acting partners. You are very convincing at…playing your roles.”

The raised eyebrow said it all. He suspected.

“She is a kind and talented young woman.” Benedict’s voice was low in warning, urging his brother to change course with his questioning.

Colin dismissed his tone entirely. “With whom you are spending an inordinate amount of time.” When his pointed stare didn’t elicit anything further, he gave up the ruse. “Oh, come now Benedict, you’re not as good an actor as you think you are. The heart on your sleeve is bleeding all over the place.”

Benedict deflated. His feelings for you were enough to wrangle with on their own. He didn’t need his family’s opinions on the matter to be mixed in. “The last thing I need is your admonishment…”

Colin looked around innocently. “Who is admonishing anything? I’m not Anthony.” They both sniggered at that. “Did you kiss her then? You may have been out of sight but I heard you breathing all over each other.”

Benedict rolled his eyes. Romantic inquiries from his naive little brother. Who would have thought he would ever see the day? But he knew he was not being judged, and it was an undeniable relief to have someone to confide in. “We would have, but she jumped away to tend to the children.” He hung his head, chewing on his lip. “This is complicated.”

“More or less complicated than the kitchen girl you helped me rendezvous with?” 

Now it was Benedict’s turn to smirk, remembering how he had stood watch while his teenage brother crept down the servant’s stairs to meet with the doe-eyed cook’s apprentice in the dead of night. He had told Colin how not to be a fool in their encounter, and figured that anything else they got up to was good experience for him. This felt different though, deeper somehow, but he wouldn’t reveal that.

“It’s time I returned the favor.” Colin walked over to him and rested a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll keep your secrets. Do you know if she shares your feelings?”

Benedict sighed. “I think so, but I’m not certain. Perhaps I overwhelmed her.”

“You?” Colin balked. “Unable to restrain your passion? It beggars the imagination!”

The dripping mockery was enough. “Oh, what a wonderful help you are.” Benedict shrugged him off with a grimace and began storming down the hall again.

“Brother, stop!” Colin called after him. “I’m sorry. You’re right.” When his brother turned again, the exasperated expression he wore was one rarely seen. It made him drop all his taunting. He pitied the poor man. “You don’t want to go scaring her off the property. She’s very lovely and much needed here. Take some time apart and see if she approaches you.”

Benedict paused, mulling over his words, then finally nodded. “Alright. Thank you.” Brow arched warily he asked, “Is this foolish?”

It was odd to find himself in the position of giving advice to his older brother, particularly in matters of the heart, but Colin felt determined to help him. He instinctively knew the answer to his question. 

“To follow your heart’s desire? Usually.” He shrugged. “But that’s never stopped you before.”

As a wide smile broke out over Benedict’s face, Colin knew that he would be alright. He clapped him on the back and urged him down the hall. “Now, let’s find something to eat.”

—

It was clear that something significant had occurred between you because Benedict avoided you for the next two days. He had been so impossible to miss ever since he arrived, that his pointed absence now was tangible. You didn’t know what to expect. You didn’t think you had done anything inappropriate. You felt certain it was him who had been violating the bounds of propriety with you. But women in your position had been sacked for less, and so you hovered in a nervous limbo, waiting to encounter him in a hall, or waiting for the Viscountess to unceremoniously request your resignation. Thankfully, you had the children to keep yourself occupied, and your hands were entirely full when a day of pouring rain kept you all cooped inside the nursery.

The boys had tired of their figurines and their paints, and they groaned at the offer of another storybook. Augie and Neddy were sporting the stern brows of their fathers, and Barney was entirely despondent. Only Caroline seemed to be enjoying herself, as she pulled up to stand against the rails of her crib and giggled at everyone. When you asked what they would all prefer to do instead, Augie spoke first.

“I want biscuits.”

You sighed, prepared to remind him that they must wait for their tea to have biscuits, but before you could respond, Barney staggered toward you with outstretched arms and wriggling fingers.

“Rawr!” He crowed, “I am the Colin monster. Give me biscuits!”

The cleverness of this little one, and the memory of the annoyance on real Colin’s face made you grin.

“Yes!” Neddy chimed in, mimicking his smaller cousin and adopting a squeaky growl, “I am a Colin monster too! You must give me biscuits!” No doubt they thought this was the method to secure some treats. If you could play along and keep them occupied for a while longer, you would reach teatime and everyone would be satisfied. 

“Oh no!” You brought your hands to your face in mock horror. “Not the Colin monsters! You cannot have my biscuits, I haven’t baked any today!” Then the three boys tore across the room toward you, snorting and roaring, hands grasping for your skirts as you scurried in circles around the nursery, always keeping two steps ahead of them. This was something you so adored about children, how they made you one of their own and reminded you how to lose yourself in simple fun. You all chuckled breathlessly as you ran, and Caroline watched with glee, ratcheting up and down on her nubby legs and cheering on the spectacle. When you had rounded the last piece of protective furniture and found yourself in a corner, you sank to your knees, hands clasped before you.

“Please have mercy Colin monsters! I swear I have no biscuits for you!”

“Then we shall have to eat you!” Neddy declared, and launched himself into your midsection. You fell backward, holding him to save him from the fall, and found yourself laughing helplessly as he and then Barney clambered on top of you, poking with their tiny fingers and baring their entirely-not-frightening teeth.

“Help! Help!” You called with faux despair, barely able to catch your breath from mirth. The three of you were so giddy, shrieking as they pinned you down and tickled you relentlessly, that you did not see Augie run out of the room nor hear the footsteps that came pounding down the hall minutes later. 

You were crying out in feigned agony as Barney pretended to chew on your fingers when over his shoulder you saw Benedict come skidding through the doorway, white as a sheet.

“Miss y/l/n?!” He was panting, entirely disheveled, in just a shirt and braces with his sleeves rolled up, forearms streaked with paint.

“Mr. Bridgerton?” You froze, staring at him as the tiny monsters continued to crawl over you.

He strode across the room and you could see the panic in his eyes. “Are you alright? Boys, what’s going on?”

Gently but firmly, he pulled each of them off of you and stood them upright.

Neddy turned to growl at his uncle, waggling his fingers in Benedict’s face. “I am the Colin monster and I have no biscuits so I’m going to eat Miss y/l/n!”

Immediately Barney whined, “No, I am the Colin monster!” Then the two of them began to argue with one another, stomping away to settle the dispute.

Benedict knelt beside you as you propped up on your elbows. For a moment you felt embarrassed at him finding you in such a position, but the genuine concern in his eyes melted away your self-consciousness. He scanned you over as if expecting to find some injury and you could see clearly that he was shaken.

“Augie came running and begging for help. He said you needed me. I thought…”

“We needed the prince to rescue the princess!” Augie suddenly appeared next to Benedict, smiling proudly and explaining his actions as if they were the most obvious thing in the world.

Benedict looked between you both, piecing together the innocent cause behind his terrified dash. You were worried that this would increase his aggravation with you. You still could not decipher what he was thinking since your flustered encounter in the theater and the last thing you wanted was to cause him unnecessary distress. But your anxieties started to ebb when he finally allowed himself to exhale and a small grin tugged at the corner of his lips. “I see.”

Then he reached out and took your hand, pulling you carefully to your feet. “Are you sure you’re alright?” His eyes carried an undeniable warmth and his voice was soft, the question meant for your ears alone, a honeyed tone that ran thick across your skin. You couldn’t help but sense that he was asking something greater. Asking how you felt about more than just being besieged by the children.

“Yes.” You returned a grateful smile. “I was only being attacked by the two miniature Colin monsters, as you can see. But I am quite well, thank you.”

He grinned that ruinous crooked grin and straightened his spine. “Good. I’m glad your anguished screams were only caused by these two.” Then he marched over to Neddy and Barney who had started to shove each other and were both wearing pouts that were so similar to Benedict’s, you had to hide a snicker. He placed an expansive hand on each of their heads, pushing them lightly apart and commanding their attention. “All right, all right Colin monsters. I have decided that I am not going to slay you, but instead, feed you some biscuits to satisfy your hunger. How does that sound?”

Both boys looked up at him and broke out into joyous smiles and cheers. You walked over to corral them all for tea, when Augie piped up over the celebration.

“Yay! And now you must kiss!” He stared up at you and Benedict with eager, sparkling eyes.

“Yes!” Chirped Barney beside him. “Kiss. That’s how the story ends.”

You felt yourself blush as your mind reeled, bewildered that the boys would say this, frightened to look at Benedict beside you, and equally aggravated that he had improvised the kiss into the story in the first place. But you felt the weight of his stare on your cheek and turned. His eyes, usually so piercing and light, had grown dark with something intense. He seemed to be holding his breath right along with you, looking at you for direction. He couldn’t possibly be considering…This couldn’t be happening again…

You stuttered, unable to complete a thought as your heart trilled in your throat. “Mr. Bridgerton, I…”

Benedict finally broke his gaze, releasing you from the spell, and turned to the children with his wry smile returning. “No, boys,” he said assertively. “Kissing is only for the puppets and grown ups who are very much in love.”

Something ran straight through you when he said that and you swore his eyes flicked over to you. You had to move, you had to free yourself from this quagmire. You turned and went to Caroline, lifting her out of her crib as she happily nestled against you.

“My mama and papa kiss all the time.” Augie announced matter-of-factly.

“Mine too.” Neddy groaned then shook his head in disgust as he stuck out his tongue. Barney followed suit, mimicking his distaste. 

You laughed, grateful that the humor of the little ones could rise to break the tension between the stares of the adults.

Benedict patted Neddy on the shoulder. “Well, that is because they are in love as I said. Come on now,” He swung Barney into his arms and clasped the boy across his back as before. “Biscuits await!” 

Then he turned and shot you a knowing smile before mustering all the lads and leading them out of the nursery.

—

You spent the remainder of the day breathless, smiling politely as you guided the children through teatime. Fortunately, their mothers and an assortment of Bridgertons were present too, which helped to distract you from overtly staring at Benedict across the room. It was evident he wasn’t cross with you and seemed to still want your acquaintance. But were you overestimating his level of affection? Had too many stories of dashing princes and fairytale romance burrowed themselves into your mind, inextricably blending fantasy into your reality as if you were a besotted girl? His intentions certainly seemed clear in the theater box and again when the children told you to kiss. Could it be that your wildest imaginings weren’t imagined at all? 

Your unanswered questions mired you in thought. You carried out the motions of herding the children but your mind was always with Benedict. You saw to their dinner, their baths and their nightly farewells to their parents. You could hardly finish their bedtime story, you were so distracted. The swirling sensations in your heart and mind were sure to drive you mad, and were strong enough that they propelled you to Benedict’s door. It was the guest bedroom he treated as a studio and candlelight could be seen within. 

Your desperation lended you an edge of uncharacteristic courage. Your last moment alone together had been interrupted by an audience. If you could be alone again, you wanted to know what would occur. Your fluttering stomach proffered an idea but you fought it down. Most likely Benedict would do nothing more than speak to you, carrying on in that friendly, flirtatious manner as he always had. Then you would have your answer. He was not enamored as you were, it was simply his natural character. If, however, you were wrong, it would be better than any of the fairy stories you had read in all your years as a nursemaid.

Hand shaking, you knocked on the door. He answered it, shirt unbuttoned rather too low for polite company and hair tousled, clearly hard at work.

His eyes lit, as they always did when he saw you. “Miss y/l/n! Is everything alright?’

“Yes, all is well.” Your voice was small, the sound struggling to escape around your pounding heart. “I only wanted to speak with you.”

“What about? Is another bedtime story in order? Do you need a dragon slayed?” He leaned against the doorframe with the grin that had come to visit you in dreams. You could only smile at his cheek, then he waved you over the threshold. “Come in.”

You wanted to take time to admire the canvases propped on easels throughout the room, to ask him what he was working on and where his inspiration came from, what his favorite colors were, how he had honed such skill. You wanted to know everything about him. But your nerves were overcoming you, a heated jittery energy rising through your body from your toes to your shoulders.

“Mr. Bridgerton…” your voice quavered, wondering where on earth to begin.

He closed the door and walked to you. “Please, call me Benedict.” His voice dropped into that low register, smooth and inescapable. His words were an invitation, not simply to use his name. How he could do this, flip a switch and magnetize you toward him with a single glance, a single syllable, was beyond your comprehension but you were utterly powerless against it. 

“That would be most improper.” There was no conviction in your words, just stuttering breath.

He stepped even closer, lips parted so that you could see the candlelight shining off the bottom one. You couldn’t tear your eyes from it. “Do you want to enforce propriety between us?”

He was offering you the choice, the final say in how you wanted to proceed. But your mind had been made up before you even entered the room. Every drop of your blood was humming, pulling you inexorably forward just as it had in the theater, just as it always did whenever he was close enough that you felt the warmth of his breath on your skin. 

“No.”

A smile ghosted across his face, something like relief. The last barrier of uncertainty having fallen away, he took your hands softly into his own. “What do you want? I’ll give you anything.”

Before you could stop yourself, you surged up onto your toes and pressed your lips to his, needing to know their softness, their taste, needing to finally seize what had been tempting you for so long. He staggered slightly, his hands falling to your waist, but his mouth remained still as you pulled back, searching his eyes. For a fleeting moment, you feared you had done something wrong, had somehow misinterpreted his offer. 

Then you saw the glittering joy in his gaze and felt the chuckles rising out of his chest under your palms. He smiled, beaming as a hand rose to trail across your cheek and into your hair. 

“What a surprise,” he breathed, “I want the same thing.” 

Then he enveloped you, lips crashing back against yours as he pulled you flush to his body. A deep and proper kiss, and it was every bit the fairytale you dreamed it would be. 

Fin.

Tagging: @angels17324 @bridgertontess @broooookiecrisp @desert-fern @fiction-is-life @kpopstanthot @mysticwitchcraftco @unholyhuntress @defnotashifter

[ranchracoon]

Ch. 1 Disappearing Act

A new dawn begins with the rising of the sun as you startle awake back in the uncomfortable familiarity of your bed. With one heavy heave, you shove the covers off yourself and step onto the cold wooden flooring. Ania and your mother are awake as well to prepare the morning in peace before your father wakes. Mother works on breakfast, you tend to the stock, and Ania helps with morning chores. You don't mind the commute from your home to the farm, it's only a short walk downhill on the edge of the woods. The morning dew soaks your thin clothing but the shivers remind you that you're alive, and you can just be alone in existence. The first chore is emptying the food scraps from last nights dinner into the pig pen, mixed with their regular diet of rotten vegetables and grains. You open the pen for the chickens, they all come clucking out to greet the morning dew and peck at the pests in the field. All while you collect their portion of the rent. The few cows and goats chatter impatiently awaiting for you to relieve them of their milk which used to take you hours to finish. 

You could realistically get it done within an hour, but you take your time with each and every one to prolong the time spent alone. When all is done, you heave the containers of milk over your shoulder and carry the eggs in one hand. By the time breakfast is laid out and ready, your father awakens from his drunken stupor only to scarf his meal down like a ravenous dog, then get himself functional enough to tend to his job. He watches you the entire time, as he sloppily shoves food into his mouth. Every suitor he's tried to find you has mysteriously disappeared, he knows you have something to do with it; these disappearances have been happening for months since your grandmother's death. He just doesn't have the proof.

The moment he leaves everyone can breath a little easier. When you were younger, you would beg your mother to leave him, run away to the city where they can be safe but she was always too scared. You've squirreled away some money every time you get some, and you're so close to having enough. Today at the markets will make or break that; you just need a little more to get you and your sister out of this town. Your mother has made her bed. 

At the markets you sell the excess produce and animal products from your farm to surrounding towns and even some city folk who drive in just to get 'farm fresh' vegetables. Today was an especially good day, making record profits and sending you well over your monetary goals. As you're about to close up shop, a close personal friend of yours named Amber comes running up to you, hugging you from behind. You chuckle softly and turn around once she releases you, her beaming smile and radiant aura are always infectious. 

"Hey Morgan! Are you doing anything tonight?"

"Just the usual. Why?"

"Well, I heard that a couple people from the next town over are having a bonfire tonight and we're invited."

"Are you sure that's a safe decision? With all the people disappearing-"

"It'll be fine! We're going as a pretty large group, and I hear there's going to be some city girls there too."

Amber bounces excitedly, she's the only person in this whole town, other than your grandmother, who truly knows how you feel. You could care less about having a husband, or any man near you for that matter. You grind your teeth nervously, you could easily sneak out and go to this, but the vast amount of people who have gone missing makes you nervous. Then again, the last time she snuck out for a party was in high school, when she got drunk for the very first time. 

"Just think about it. We're meeting by Danny's Pub around 9, and Jason is going to drive us."

When you return home you do the same routine as you have done since you could walk; drop the money made onto the table for your father to waste on alcohol, go to the field and bring in the goats, cows, and pigs for the night, then heard the chickens in. Mother makes dinner, and Ania finishes cleaning up the house before your father stomps in with his dirty boots, dragging mud, dirt, and who knows what else into the house. He comes home an hour late, slumping into his chair and taking a bite of his food. No one can eat until he does.

"This is cold!" He slams his fork down.

"I'll heat it up for you" your mother gets up from her seat and grabs the plate.

"I work my ass off all day, the least you can fucking do is have a hot meal and a cold beer ready for me. God fucking damn."

She returns the plate and he takes another bite, after a few more bites the rest of your family begins to eat. When he finishes he sits back and looks around the table, taking a long drink from his bottle before sighing loudly. He takes the stack of money you left and counts it before shoving it into the pocket of his overalls, then he smacks his lips. 

"I'll be leaving for a few days" he proclaims. 

"Going where?" Your mother asks carefully. 

"Me and a few boys are going to travel to the city. Apparently there's a few other nearby towns that are also experiencing some disappearances. Dan said he tried to contact the county sheriff and was left on hold, so we'll be going in person. Otherwise, we're gonna set up our own search party."

You look at your father from the corner of your eye, taking a slow, deep breath to contain your excitement. This is exactly the opportunity you've been looking for! You've make up your mind; tonight you'll go to the party for one last hoorah, then when your father leaves you take Ania and bail. Mother won't do anything to stop you, and with your father gone that gives you at least a day or two head start. Everything is coming together. 

That night you sneak out the window as you've done thousands of times, landing softly on the ground below. You zip up your hoodie to keep the chill air at bay as you scamper across town to the pub. Amber spots you first and waves to you, squealing with excitement that you decided to come. Including you and Amber, there's ten people total; five in Jason's car and five in Rossela's. The car ride is filled with laughter, music, and a little pregaming for those not currently driving. You arrive to the party, seeing strangers from 'rival' towns all gathered to have fun, and for once in a very long time you let yourself relax. 

As the night goes on, the alcohol runs faster, you've managed to only nurse a singular drink  but you pretend to keep refilling it. Amber finds you eventually and drags you all over the party, trying to find you someone to dance with but not having much luck. Instead she dances with you, trying to get you to loosen up which works. How can you say no to her? She refills your cup, brings it to your lips and tips it up for you until your previous anxieties are melted away. Once your head is nice and fuzzy, you follow her blindly considering she's the only person you really know here. 

She takes your hand and guides you off, away from the party. Your heart starts to hammer in your chest, you won't deny you've always had a secret admiration of your best friend. How could you not? She has gorgeous red hair that flows down her back, cute little freckles that show up when she's been in the sun too long, and the most hypnotizing green eyes. Maybe all your sick fantasies are coming true, as she drags you deeper toward the woods. The whispers of warning on the wind fall on deaf ears. 

She turns around, holding both of your hands in hers as she smiles up at you, but her genuine smile turns into that of sadness as you're ripped from her grasp. You tug and fight with all your might, managing to toss one of the people holding you, and forcing another to take their place. The two people fight and struggle with you, until you are brought up and tossed into a literal dog cage with the lock clamped shut with a padlock. 

"Amber? Amber what the fuck! Get me out of here."

Amber approaches, her brows furrowed in sorrow as tears run down her face, "I'm sorry Morgan. They have my sister! This is the only way I can get her back."

You sit there hopelessly as your once best friend turns away from you, and you look around seeing numerous others from the party also locked in different sized cages. A man dressed in all black approaches Amber, motioning toward a pickup where Amber's sister, Lara, comes running out. They embrace each other tightly, Amber sobbing quietly as she clutches her little sister. You sit back on the hard steel frame, sighing heavily as you bring your legs to your chest and rest your forehead on your knees. Could you truly say you wouldn't have done the same for Ania?

Chapter 2

[rainbowdelicsunshine]

What kind of parents do you think PolyMercs would be? Any specific domestic headcanons?

OOOOOOOOOOO IMMA HAVE SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!!!!!!!!!

I'll start off with listing the Mercs' HCs I have for this off individually starting with the kind of parent they are

After that will be HCs on how all eight of them are when it comes to parenting as a group

Here we go, it's gonna be a long one!

(Yep, Gonna Need a ReadMore for This Bitch)

Soldier

The Really Loud and Super Fun Military Dad that LOVES to play wrestle with his kids and will let the kids be around his Raccoon Squad (dw the kids are the only people the Raccoons seem to actually like for whatever reason)

Parental Title for Him is Dad

Was the One (Alongside Medic) that had the honor of cutting Leon's umbilical cord when he was born

Had taught/influenced Leon to be the Daddy's Little Helper that ALWAYS loved to help his Dads with any and everything they needed throughout his entire childhood

When Leon was an infant and had started to crawl, he would do it in a way that looked like an Army Crawl. Soldier would LITERALLY scream and smile like an idiot in sheer joy of his Little Soldier, everyone had to see it

Thanks to Soldier, LuluBelle EXCEEDED and loved Social Studies Class, esp when she was younger

Pyro

The One Parent, Though They May Not Say Much and Are Quiet, They're One of The Best Shoulders to Lean On and Almost Never Fails to Comfort Their Kids When the Time Calls for It.

They Also are a Child at Heart so They're VERY Fun and Will Love to Go to Disneyland with Their Family!

Parental Title for Them is Either Padre (Latino!Pyro Lives Here!) or Nopa

Absolutely LOVES Theme Parks, Circuses, Carnivals, Pretty Much Anything You Can Take a Child to Since Pyro Has a Draw to Childish Things/Activities

Helped A Lot with Teaching LuluBelle How to Draw and A Lot of the Techniques She Uses for Her Art She Had Learned From Pyro

Watching Fireworks (Esp During 4th of July) is One of Pyro's Favorite Ways to Bond with Their Kiddos

The Kids (LuluBelle and Leon) Have Been the Only Two People That Has Seen Pyro Unmasked on a Regular Basis (Pyro Only Unmasks with the Other Mercs on Very Spare Occasions) and The Kids Understand Them Perfectly When Masked

Demoman

The Other Super Loud and Fun (Alcoholic) Dad, Except This Time, He's Very Much a Snuggler with His Kids and LOVES to Make Up Stupid Games for Them to Play (Or Just Simply Set Fireworks Off Inside Alongside Soldier).

He Also Has a Very Strong Protective Streak for His Kids as Well

Parental Title for Him is Da/DaDa

Along with a Few Other Mercs, He's Very Openly Affectionate with His Kids, Often Giving Them Smooches on Their Cheeks, Holding Their Hands or Just Hugging on Them When Watching TV or Sitting Outside

Loved to Tell Stories or Sing Folk Songs from His Homeland as A Way To Put the Kids to Sleep (esp as babies, toddlers and very young)

If He Ever Sees Merasmus Even Try to Lay his Hands on his Children, He's Going to Just Shove a Sword into his Chest, No Warning

Was UNGODLY Nervous When He First Introduced LuluBelle to his Mom, Thankfully for Demo, She Took to LuluBelle Very Quickly and She (Along with Leon) are the only two people she ever acts warm towards (everyone else gets an old crotchety blind lady lol)

Heavy

The Certified Papa Bear. Big, Loving, Super (Sometimes Over) Protective of His Children.

He Also is the Worrywart that Tends to Overthink Social Situations and Sometimes Overcompensates for How He Grew Up

Is the Most Paternal Alongside Sniper and Spy

Parental Title for Him is Paposhka

Is the One That Checks If His Children Have Ate Enough Food and If Not, He'll Be Sure to Have Them Be Fed Good, Yummy, and Filling Meals

Was The One The Kids Went to If Either of Them Felt Like They Needed Someone "Big and Strong" to Protect Them from What Scared Them (for example, booming thunder and lighting music from a vinyl record)

His Mom and Sister Absolutely ADORE the Kids, Heavy's Mom loves to spoil them with sweets and fun stuff a Russian Grandma Would Get Up to with her Grandchildren, Heavy's Sister Just Take the Kids Under Their Wings as They're All Basically the Cool Fun Aunts You Wish You Had

Is Lowkey Not Ready for When Both Kids Find Their Special Someones (None of Them Are, But Heavy the Most) and Goes to Have Their Own Lives (and Even Get Married and Have Their Own Families). He's an Absolute Mess Whenever the Subject Comes Up, He'll Be in a More Messier State When It Actually Happens

Engineer

The Coolheaded, Calm, and Collected Dad That Just Tend Either to Lounge Around While Playing Their Guitar and/or Sipping a Beer or In his Workshop Building Sentries and Other Machinery.

One of the Mercs Whose the Sweetest and Has a Beautiful Way with Words (esp for verbal affection for his children). The Most Maternal Alongside Medic

His Parental Title is Either Paw, Pops, or Papa

Due to Being the One that Has Helped with Medic the Most with his Pregnancy (Being a Study Buddy for the Whole Thing) and LuluBelle's Birth, When Engie Gotten Pregnant with Leon it was Actually a Fairly Smooth and, Dare I Say, Easy Pregnancy Since He was Very Prepared for It. Being around Livestock and Farmlife in His Early Years Also Helps with That

One of the First Sounds that LuluBelle Had Heard in Her Life was the soft and melodic strums of Engineer's guitar, and She Loved It Almost Instantly. He Also Played His Guitar in Intervals During His Labor with Leon. Now Both Kids LOVE When He Plays Guitar and Think He's One of the Greatest

Leon LOVES helping Engineer with his projects and sentries, he even tries to tinker with his own little projects just to try his best to imitate his Paw. Everyone Thinks It's the Most Precious Thing in the World

He's a Big Reason Why LuluBelle Also Got into Music/Singing (Alongside Spy and Medic)

Medic

The Eccentric Maverick Who Has a Very Deep, Burning and Carnal Love and Maternal Possessiveness Over His Children (Especially LuluBelle Since First Baby and He Carried Her). With the Exception of The Mercs, Scout, and Pauling, He Does Not Trust Anyone But Himself with His Children and Feels He Knows Them the Best Inside and Out.

Is the Most Maternal of the Mercs Alongside Engineer

His Parental Title is Either Vati or Daddy

Despite his Quirks, He is the Most Affectionate (Physically and Verbally) out of All the Mercs (All of Them Are, but Most Esp Medic). He's Almost Always Seen Giving Some Sort of Loving Fatherly Gesture to Either of His Children

Medic Absolutely LOVED Being Pregnant with LuluBelle, Especially Since He Got to Study His Own Body, It's Changes and How His Baby Grew in Him. He Calls It One of His Most Interactive Study He's Conducted, Plus Having Engie as a Study Buddy Made It Even More Fun for Him (Even with the Symptoms that Sucked Ass)

Does Not Trust Other Doctors with his Children Besides Himself Since He Feels His Medical Skills Help Enough (and He's Not a Fan of Strange People Putting Their Hands on His Kids). The Most He Allows are Yearly Check Ups and Emergencies

Medic's Pigeons (Esp Archimedes) are Strangely VERY Loving and Protective Towards the Kids (Esp LuluBelle). If Anyone/Anything Ever Tries Anything Harmful with Them, the pigeons will turn on that danger like a Murder of Crows

Sniper

The Quiet and Stoic Hunting Dad, It May Not Seem Like He Shows A Lot of His Love Outwardly (With Words), But He Doesn't Hesitate to Show Small Ways of Affection like a Side Hug, Watching TV/Going Outside Together, A Small Peck on the Cheek/Forehead/Hand, and Holding Hands.

He's Very Animal Like in the Ways He'll Be Willing to Tear and Gut Apart Anything that Attempts to Hurt his Children and Likes to Huddle Close to His Kids Like an Animal as Well. Is the Most Paternal Alongside Spy and Heavy

His Parental Title is Dad or Daddy

He's the Reason and Catalyst to LuluBelle's Deep Love and Passion for Animals, since He Would Talk to Her About Them and Read Books About Them with Her

He Also LOVES it when Leon tries to help him with pretty much ANYTHING that the little fella could think of

The Kids LOVE Driving in Their Dad's Camper Van, and They Always Get Hyped Up and Excited Whenever They Go Camping in it

The Kids Also Love Visiting their Grandparents in Australia since they both love the animals and landscape there and their grandparents always spoil the hell outta them every visit (Constant Black Current Candies from Nana and Sneaking Off to Local Hangouts at Night with Grandpa) (Sniper Gets Pissed Every Time He Finds Out About Grandpa's Adventures with the Grandkids lolol)

Spy

The Dad That's Doing Everything In His Power to Do the Opposite of What He Did When He First Had Scout. He Overcompensates for Basically Everything Involving his Relationship with Scout. He Spoils Them in Every Way Possible, While Still Being Strict and Intending his Children to Be Good Additions to Society.

He is VERY proud of his children and their achievements and makes sure they're celebrated to their fullest extent, also Funding Most Trips and Most, if Not All the Kids' Extracurriculars (LuluBelle with His Art and Singing and Leon with his Snowboarding and Rock Music), Also loves to boast about his children in general

Is the Most Parental Alongside Sniper and Heavy

Parental Title for Him is Either Dad or Papa

Was the One That Jumpstarted and Encouraged LuluBelle to Perdue and Reign in Her Talents For Singing! Without Spy, LuluBelle Wouldn't Be Passionate in Singing Like She is Now

Was the One that Had the Honor of Cutting LuluBelle's Umbilical Cord After a Quick Toss Up of Who Wanted to Do So, His Butterfly Knife Skill Made the Process Go Lighting Fast and Easy. He Still Brags About Giving LuluBelle "The Perfect Belly Button"

LuluBelle and Leon are the ONLY ones who are allowed to be in Spy's Lounge Room for prolonged periods of time (It Slowly Stopped Being a Smoking Room After LuluBelle was Born). He Loves Having It as a Place to Have Quality Time with Just Him and the Children. He now even has a small version of the Super Soft Luxury Rug He has in front of his Fireplace that LuluBelle Loves to Lay Down on Ever Since She was Little (Being Autistic, Soft Surfaces Make Good Stim Spot)

He and Sniper Are the Main Two that Taught The Kids Manners and Politeness (Their Own Versions of It At Least). Strangely Enough, it's Worked Out Perfectly.... It Scares Them A Little

General Parenting/Polycule Headcanons for the Mercs

The Closest Thing to Describe Their Dynamic As A Polycule/Group Would Be Hollyhock's Dads from Bojack Horseman, Except Much More Chaotic and Explosive

Just Like in the Games, Every Merc Has a Goofy/Silly/Childish Side That They Happily and Openly Show to Their Kids, Which Just Makes The Kids Feel Even Closer to Them

They are All Vehemently Against Physical Punishment for the Kids, Especially Since a Decent Number of the Mercs Have Trauma Around Physical Violence Growing Up (examples being Soldier, Heavy, Medic, Sniper, Demo, and Engineer)

The Mercs are All Now Very Affectionate with Each Other in Various Degrees and Intensities since the Kids Being Around Has Oddly Brought The Team Much More Closer Than They Ever Were Before (I Mean, Polycule and All That)

They All Have Given LuluBelle the Nickname of the Mosaic Child/Girl, Since She Harbors Every Piece of Her Dad in Some Way, Shape, or Form (Even More than Just DNA)

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OH DEAR GOD ITS FINALLY FINISHED, THE BEAST HAS BEEN SLAIN!!!!!!!!

I really, really hope this was well worth the wait since this took me FOREVER to write this all down! I also really hope that you'll be able to actually read through this Borderline Novella and give your feedback on it!

I would appreciate it so much with all the time I spent on this!

Please come by the inbox again soon and have a fantastic evening!!

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @elsie-writes!

OC Interview

I thought doing this in a pair was fun last time, so let's do Astra and Mashal together :)

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Are you named after anyone?

Astra: "Just the stars above, darlin'."

Mashal: "Not that I know of, but my memory of anything beyond waking up in Astra's vardo is a little fuzzy, so I guess I could've been."

When was the last time you cried?

Astra: "Gods a'mighty, I couldn't tell ya. Probably a few years back, at least. I don't know - I'd a' rather eaten bricks than cried in public when I was in Yewbury, so I guess I learned to hide my tears from everyone, includin' myself. That makes it sound sadder than it actually is, though. I just ain't the easily ruffled kind."

Mashal: "Uh-huh... Not easily ruffled. That definitely sounds like you."

Mashal: "I can't cry. Is that cheating? I guess I get kinda sad at night, when everything's so quiet and my thoughts seem so loud, but metal is metal, so there are no actual tears."

Do you have kids?

Astra: "Fuuuuck naw. Maybe someday, but I'm too busy travelin' right now."

Mashal: "...I- I don't think I do. I don't remember anything from my past, though. I'm probably in my mid-twenties. That's feasible. Oh gods..."

Astra: "Love, take a good look at yourself. You asked me how to make coffee the other day. Ya don't got no surprise amnesia kids."

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Astra: "I try to, gods willin', but I'm afraid my insults tend to come out a lil' more direct than that."

Mashal: "It's an unbecoming habit, but sometimes I can't help myself."

What is the first thing you notice about people?

Astra: "Their clothes. You can tell a lot about a fellow from the cut a' his smock. Clothes tell ya how much money they've got, how much care they put into their image, what social groups they're a part of - all sorts a' tasty details. The shoes especially. Never trust a fellow in spotless work boots is what my momma always says."

Mashal: "Wait, what can you tell about me from my clothes?"

Astra: "I make all your clothes, love, it doesn't count."

Mashal: "Oh. Well, I suppose I... It sort of shames me to say this, but I try to check if they're a mage or not. I don't know why, but mages make me so nervous. You can usually tell a sorcerer by the hands, a book mage by the scars."

What is your eye color?

Astra: "Blue. Whoever my biological dad is musta been a pale fucker, cause it ain't everyday you see Shuari skin with bluebird peepers, even if I am a lot lighter than my momma. My right eye is a lil' grayer than the other, which might have somethin' to do with my vitiligo, but I ain't sure."

Mashal: "My ocular runes glow white."

Astra: "And a very perdy white too. Don't get yourself down just cause you got a different look from most folk."

Scary movies or happy endings?

Astra: "Scary! I wanna see blood, guts, horror!"

Mashal: "You say this, and then you make me go turn on the lights because you're too scared to sleep in the dark. I like happy endings. Horror always makes my skin crawl. Or, you know, it would if I had skin."

Any special talents?

Astra: "I'm the best damn witch a' the borderlands! Ain't nobody's runes equal to mine. Ain't no one makes finer machines. But other than that, I've got a mighty knack for embroidery."

Mashal: "I'm a decent artist. Nothing spectacular, and I'm only any good with a pencil, but I'm pretty good at sketching from life."

Astra: "And you can fight with a sword, don't forget that!"

Mashal: "And I can fight with a sword."

Where were you born?

Astra: "The stinkin' shithole known to the world as Nakaow. It's a debtor village in the borderlands. All the folk there have contracts owned by the local lord and have to farm 'is land till they pay what they owe. 'Course, they only end up further and further in debt everyday since he charges outrageous rent for sleepin' in 'is buildings."

Mashal: "I don't know. I'm from the Republic province of Sulu'Oku, I'm pretty sure. I have a Sulu'Okan name and accent. I just don't remember any of it."

Do you have any pets?

Astra: "Why, yes I do! I found Mercher's Day on the streets a' Landanium, on, well, a mercher's day. He's a tubby beast of a calico cat who tends to think he's a tiger 'round anyone who ain't me. Or Mashal. He took to the fellow remarkably well when he decided to stay with me."

Mashal: "I have a hazy impression that I did once. ...Or maybe I didn't. I'm not sure. I'm happy to share Mercher with Astra."

What sort of sports do you play?

Astra: "If I got time to toss a ball around, I got time to read up on magic. And one a' those things is a mite more important to me."

Mashal: "Without physical exertion, sports don't feel as exciting for me. I also can't really improve steel and pistons through exercise, so, there's that too. I work through my sword forms from time to time, if that counts. I'd be afraid to play any team sport in case I accidentally hurt someone."

Astra: "Love, I'd pay honest money to see you huck somebody across the ring in a game of Jetj, and I'm sure other people would too."

Mashal: "Maybe once we're in Unity. There are robots there. Who knows, they might have their own sports I can learn? I'd really like that, I think."

How tall are you?

Mashal: "Ugh, six foot ten. I did not ask to be built this way. Astra said she'd be able to rebuild me to be shorter someday, but we really don't have time right now. I think about five foot nine would be a good height. I'm tired of banging my head on everything"

Astra: "Five foot fuckin' nothin'. That's what happens when you're malnourished all your damn childhood. Do you know how ridiculous I look standin' next to Mashal? Shit's tragic. I'll retrofit him if he wants, yeah, but half a' that'll be for my own peace a' mind."

What was your favorite subject in school?

Astra: "I never went to school proper, but the best lecture I ever snuck into was Applied Gravitation Runes. Now, that might not sound too excitin', but ya gotta understand that a gravitation rune is the base a' anythin' runic-mechanical you could dream a' makin'. That class really opened my eyes to how those runes could be used."

Mashal: "I'm sorry, that sounds... really boring."

Astra: "Hush, you're more'n half gravitation runes yourself."

Mashal: "Huh. Well then. Uh, I guess my favorite subject would've been art. I don't remember school, but I like art now, so I probably liked it then."

What is your dream job?

Astra: "You're lookin' at it! I'm an independent witch, not bound to some stodgy university or grant board. I walk where'n I please and run the tests I wanna run. I will admit, it'd be nice if I could get government contracts, but I'll take me freedom over them any day."

Mashal: "I... really don't know. I guess just anything where I can help people. I could be a knight, protecting travelers. I could do what Astra does and help people with magical terrors they don't understand. The specifics don't matter, just the result."

Astra: "Gods a'mighty, you're so noble..."

Mashal: "Is- is that a bad thing? Why are you making that face?"

Astra: "Ya talk so sweet, you're makin' my teeth hurt is all. It's a good thing, love. You're a good man."

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I'll tag @roach-pizza @rkmoon @goldencomet69 @bard-coded @moonandris and anyone else who wants to play :)

[necrophcge]

NAME:

Lee

PRONOUNS:

he/him

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?

// Meddles here is technically my most active, but I'm doing stuff behind the scenes for my lads Brom ( @of-forossa ), and Samuel Whist ( @fishermcn ) so I'll add them here too lmao.

RP PET PEEVES?

// Ah hell man, probably a lack of progression when it comes to replies? When I'm writing a thread with someone, I do what I can to make sure they have enough from my own to continue the story we're telling together. So getting a reply in return that doesn't move things forward puts me in kind of a bind y'know? Matching or similar length comes with that as well, though I don't expect folks to match me word for word so much as giving as good as they've gotten!

Communication is also key! I know that it can be uncomfortable or a bit daunting to try to chat with folks you haven't gotten to know all that well, but with threads being something we create together we really should be on the same page. Even just a little update or the like is preferable to total radio silence rofl.

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?

// Shoot, it's probably been about twelve, maybe thirteen years now? Been on here the whole time and have bounced around to a few different fandoms before more or less settling down into the soulsborne community.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?

// I'm definitely an angst kinda guy, though usually in the sense that things are going down or conflict is brewing rather than interpersonal drama. I live for fight-writing and the tension that comes with lives being on the line. Fluff is usually reserved for one and done replies rather than threads because I feel it's more impactful thst way, while smut is... well. I'm getting better at it, but it's definitely my weakest writing of the bunch. That, and I admittedly can get a bit nervous posting it out here in the wild for everyone to see (////-\\\\)

PLOTS OR MEMES?

// Both! Plots and plotting are my preferred go-to for our muses to get to know each other and establish what their relationship will be like going ahead, while with memes I'll usually go ham on a single reply with the intent of further fleshing out what we've pieced together for our muses.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?

// If you've known me on my other blogs you already know I tend to get long winded XD. Short replies never feel like I've said enough honestly, and by taking the time to get in depth with them I reckon it opens the door wider for potential interactions (memes) or it gives the other person more room to reply with (threads). Least amount I'll do is around two to three paragraphs.

TIME TO WRITE?

// I'd love to tell you folks that I'm a responsible, orderly guy who keeps a good sleep schedule and has a set time for writing. Unfortunately I'm little more than an animal who's as likely to bump out an ask or reply at 4:00 in the morning as I am to post something mid-afternoon. Ideally though... I prefer the evenings for it. More privacy, more time to gather my thoughts and less demands for me personally to have to address.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?

// I'm a firm believer in the notion that muns typically have something either in common with or identify strongly with their muses in some form or another, and I'm no exception. Meddles might be a conqueror, cruel and malicious, but struggling against a seemingly impossible task and not wanting to be alone in this world... yeah. Yeah, I can relate to that. It helps me put myself in their shoes and understand them better if there's something about them I identify with.

tagged by: @ferinehuntress (much obliged panda :D)

tagging: @yellowfingcr, @hexenjagd, @bcwblade, @rotten-pest, @izar-tarazed, and you!

[hollowsart]

I had to make the Morbius variant of Acedia into its own post, but here's some funny concepts n stuff I came up with while working on her with a friend.

Warning for topics with slight discussion and mentions of blood and vampirism.. cuz this is about a vampire lol

enjoy my thought process minus my friend's input that helped with a little back-and-forth to come up with this stuff:

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tfw you're just trying to get some fruit, but this weird ominous looking older man doesn't hesitate when he sees you holding the last perfect honey crisp apple in the whole store.

goth as a subculture apparently didn't exist until the 80s in the UK with the introduction of a specific genre of music. the subculture itself is just heavily music based. it's not fashion based, although most who listen to the music will end up wearing clothes that reflect the music or the styles of those who made the music.

But that's not to say Old Man Morbius couldn't dress very dated and have a more victorian style of dress. gives him that "gothic" look

he stands out from the rest of society at the time in the 50s and he doesn't do much outside of getting necessities and then going back to his penthouse.

there were rumors that he was a vampire, mostly from the younger crowds and some older folks who loved to gossip. Acedia didn't believe it, thought it was rude to spread such things about people without any real proof…. but it didn't stop her from feeling nervous.

boi howdy was she wrong to think he wasn't a vampire.

He followed her from the store and dragged her into an alley and attacked…. taking the dang apple she bought as he fled.

Acedia hating the taste of blood, but the vampire-ness is CRAVING IT.

I think we need a better explanation for "LIVING vampire" as currently, vampirism technically means you're kinda dead tbh. you're dead and you're reanimated differently than a zombie.

I did have a concept where vampires can still eat and drink other things besides JUST blood.

They can eat raw meats and possibly blood sausages, too. they lean a bit further into being carnivorous, but they're not cannibals (not to say there isn't at least one or two vampires who may or may not have gone cannibalistic due to some kind of trauma, but y'know--)

Vampires can go out during the day, but they require coverage from the sun. umbrellas, extra long gloves, big ole hats with massive brims. pants, long sleeves, long dress, etc.

most tend to be nocturnal, but will go diurnal if necessary or for any number of reasons they may have for being awake during the daytime. (like keeping up appearances and trying not to seem so out of place to the regular humans they live around)

AS IF I DIDN'T ALREADY HAVE A SUPER SENSITIVE NOSE AS IS

Morbius!Acedia is a silly fun "non villain" addition to this whole sinistersona concept.

she has no desire to cause harm and, much like Earth-4622's Morbius, she is more of a street-level hero. She uses this for good, not evil. and has her own issues to deal with outside of that world's "Spider-Man"

Acedia: (airhead extraordinaire)

you're not special, Morbius.

me, who knows I'm hungry and should get something to eat yet is still sitting there taking +1 damage every 3 minutes that I'm NOT getting up to get food: …….maybe.. I already AM a living vampire? ..just without the desire to drink blood?

me meeting Morbius and he's like "I haven't had blood in 3 days, I am going to kill someone--"

me: ? only 3 days? the last time I had blood was uhh… 4? 5? days ago?

Morbius: Morbius, now feeling terrified, knowing I'm a variant of him: ….How are you still speaking to me?

me: I have other means of food that tastes better than blood. smells better, too.

I get hungry fast, but I still sit there and tolerate the pain. sometimes I'll drink something to kill the hunger pains. that helps me pass the time.

[the-fae-folk]

Hello! Do you have any tips for when it comes to writing stories about the fae? Are there things to keep in mind and things to avoid? I have a story in mind, but am a little nervous to get started. Since you have a lot more experience, I wondering if you could please help?

CAWRK!

Hah hah! I do have some tips.

Let's start with things to keep in mind when you're writing Fae.

1. The Fae we know and love are really more of a mixing pot. They draw from a myriad of European Cultures and multiple different time periods. The notable ones are Brythonic (Bretons, Welsh, Cornish), Gaelic (Irish, Scots, Manx). Also important to note are the Germanic Peoples and their mythologies (Norse Mythology, Anglo-Saxon Mythology, and Continental Germanic Mythology), as well as influences from Slavic Fairy Tales and Folk Beliefs.

In addition to other European or other Cultures that might have gone unmentioned, there are some historians, such as Barthélemy d'Herbelot, who believed that fairies were adopted from, or at least heavily influenced by, the Peris of Persian Mythology.

And even with the slow borrowing of ideas over the centuries of passing around Folklore and Fairy Tales, our idea of what the Fae are keeps being added to or changed. The English Middle Ages had its influences on them, and the Victorian Era British brought about massive changes to how they were viewed.

Literature over time has played its part in evolving how we depict them, and Modern Fantasy Literature has produced countless changes, likely even more than the Victorian Era.

2. There's actually very little about Faerie Folklore that is consistent across all of it's varied and tangled forms. We tend to assume Faeries are all Elf-Like and pointy eared, immortal royals because those were some of the most influential interpretations that our Modern Fantasy has carried to us. But research even a little about the Folk and you’ll instantly start coming up with all sorts of contradictions, even between people in the same cultural area over time. While there are a number of ideas of what Faeries are, from both ancient times and modern, we’re not even sure of that. Some believed them ghosts of the dead, or higher spirits, elemental spirits, fallen angels, demons, demoted pagan deities, remnant memories of prehistoric humanoid peoples (this theory is considered outdated), or even beings wholly different from humanity and possibly from another world. 3. There’s no particular reason Faeries need to be depicted as human-like in appearance. It is true that at times the term Fairy has been applied specifically to various groups of magical creatures with a human appearance, magical powers, and a mischievous nature. But it has also been used as an umbrella term for almost any magical creature. Many of them are vaguely humanoid such as gnomes, goblins, imps, trolls, brownies, etc. And sometimes there are beings who are not even remotely humanoid that are slipped under the umbrella of Faerie. Such examples as metaphysical beings or living elemental forces, the Cat-sìth, Cù-sìth, will-o’-the-wisps, the questing beast, or even occasionally dragons. Something that adds to this inclusion is the fact that the word Faerie, as it changed and moved about, came to mean many different things. Latin “Fāta” meaning the goddess of fate, to the Old French "Faerie" which meant not only the realm of enchantment, magic, or dream associated with the Fae, but also the occult, the collective canon of magical or mythological beings, beasts, or creatures, or anything that is the product of enchantment or illusion. From there it moved into the Middle English Fairye (faierie, ffayery, fayre, ffeyrye, faerie, feyrye, fairi, fairie) where it was to mean enchantment, illusion, dream at first. Then it expanded again to cover the inhabitants of fairyland as a collective. When they are humanoid, the appearance of the Fae can be as varied as humanity and likely more so. When they are not, they could be in any shape or form. Not everything has to be elfin, slender, white, and pointy eared. And this isn't even counting the countless stories depicting them as having some shapeshifting abilities. 4. Faeries are given many traits by many different stories. Immortality, a trickster nature, an aversion to iron, an inability to lie. But not all of these traits came from the same places or time periods. Indeed there are many stories both old and new that depict Faeries of various kinds perfectly well with only one, two, or even none of them.

5. Classification. A lot of people like to split the Fae into courts and various other groups and types. But it’s impossible to fully classify fairies, there’s just too much in folklore to properly sift through it all in a single lifetime, or even several lifetimes. But categorizing does serve a practical purpose, it helps to separate elements and groups from one another, and to understand underlying distinctions that ancient people would have just known but we have no contextual knowledge for. But many folklorists actually caution against over-categorization. Folk beliefs tended to be fluid and ever changing, leading to many names and types of beings that were inconsistent or having multiple names for the same type of being. Folklorists trying to stick to strict definitions are doomed to frustration. Even our delightful fairy courts, such as the seelie and unseelie, are really much less distinct that we like to think. Groups of faeries changed from tale to tale, and even from one version of a tale to another. Alright. Before I get too carried away, let’s look at the few things you might want to avoid or watch out for.

1. Despite the word Faerie being used as a way to refer to all the magical creatures and beings that those people would have known, be warned that trying to pluck mythical creatures and races from other cultures or religions and include them under the banner of Fae is not generally a good idea, even for a work of fiction. Best stick to stuff already connected to Faeries in one way or another from European Folklore. Or you might borrow some of the newly invented races from Modern Fantasy (such as Tolkien’s Orcs, or the later Dungeons and Dragons version of Orcs). Or if you’re feeling creative you can create your own entirely new and unique Fae creature.

2. Faerie Folklore, stories, fairy tales, and myths are unfortunately home to a lot of truly nasty things. Enslaving humans or Fae, kidnapping, rape, child murder, murder, permanent transformation into inanimate objects, racism, and much else. And while these do not make up the body of the story, they are there and consequently at least one or another will appear in most adaptations of the Fae. This in itself isn’t a bad thing, as those are legitimate motifs and themes that can be explored well in a narrative. But just because the characters might do something horrific, doesn’t mean you have to frame it as a normal or acceptable thing. Be very careful when exploring such themes as these in your work, do your research, and if you feel like you cannot discuss a disturbing theme such as this in a way that does it justice, that’s okay. You don’t have to include that just because it was in folklore. There’s a lot of folklore that doesn’t have it, there’s plenty to draw from about the Fae that isn’t awful. While I generally encourage instances of Blue and Orange Morality when it comes to the Fae, whether disturbing or light-hearted, If you find that you’re not comfortable with the elements of your own story… please don’t force yourself to write those in.

3. Don’t worry about making your Faeries historically accurate. You could try to copy one specific European Culture’s version of the Fae and only that one. But it’s inevitable that it’s not going to be completely right, or anywhere close. Studying the Faerie Folklore from even one Culture is the work of lifetimes. Your best bet is to take the folklore as inspiration, bits and pieces from here and there as you need them.

4. Always do your research, and make sure your sources are trustworthy. In addition to just plain old misinformation, there is a lot of folklore from these old European Cultures that has been appropriated and twisted, or misrepresented, or purposefully removed from context and time in some way in order to promote or justify racist ideologies, harmful or toxic behavior, to purposefully cause conflict and divide people, or even just to cause confusion.

My point is that you should be very careful about what you actually believe when it comes to researching folklore of any kind, Fae included. Can its sources verify the information solidly? Does it even have sources? Is the place you got it known for its reliability in information of this kind? If your source is somewhere on a social media site then it's a definite no. A blogging site, like Tumblr? Then you should know that blog posts are not considered verifiable sources, though there is some acceptance for those that fuel further research. Alright. I’ll leave it there. Now some quick tips for you.

1. Think about what style and atmosphere you want for your story. If you want the Fae to seem a certain way, or to feel close to a particular version, you need to find out what it is that makes them feel that way in the original and try to learn the writing technique.

2. The point is to tell a story, a narrative. You cannot include everything. You cannot represent everything people associate with the Fae. If you have some problematic theme from folklore you want to explore, or some social issue you’re planning on talking about in fiction form, fine. But stick to one or two. Not all of them. To tell an effective story you must narrow the focus so you and your audience don’t lose track of the central ideas.

3. It’s tempting to spend all your time building a huge complex culture for your story. I’m definitely guilty of that one. World-building is addictive. But set reasonable limitations for yourself.

4. Do spend some time considering who the Fae are. If they’re immortal, that will affect their whole culture, from what they eat or if they eat at all, to how they dress, what their art is like, and how they might think. People often forget that the Fae are supposed to be Other, not just magical nature humans with fancy gowns and a lot of lawyer talk. They are alien, different, strange. Their culture, their biology, their needs. 5. If you want to make a cliched Fae people in fancy courts who are averse to cold iron and cannot lie but deceive and dissemble with every breath… go for it. There’s nothing wrong with that. Cliches are cliche for a reason, they work. There would even be advantages to using this common depiction of the Folk, because many people are already familiar with it, you can spend more time in your story focusing on other themes or ideas, using the well known Fae traits to draw your reader’s expectations to where you want them.

6. Verse and rhyme are important tools you can use. Fae are often depicted singing or speaking in riddles and rhymes. Take a look at some writers who use a lot of poetry in their stories. Tolkien and Brian Jacques are some that spring immediately to mind, though there are many more. Keep in mind that if your poems or verse doesn’t add to or match the flow of your story and have purpose in forming your narrative, then it will likely just break the reader's immersion instead.

7. With the Fae a common theme is that beauty doesn’t equate good, and ugliness doesn’t equate evil. But beauty as a theme with Faeries is quite old and has taken a lot of different forms. Beauty of the ethereal or the divine, of the otherworldly and alien. The extraordinary beauty found in the natural and ordinary that we are blind to every day. The alluring beauty of illusions. Beauty is a very subjective thing, and so thus it is an excellent tool to use in exploring Fae narratives where it can be shaped in countless ways to do different things in the narrative.

8. Point of view is also very important to how you’re going to frame your faerie people. If your story is set from the viewpoint of someone who knows nothing about Fae then their understanding of these magical persons will be very different from the viewpoint of someone who goes into this adventure already having some working knowledge of them. Or you could depict the Faerie from the eyes of one of their own, and a faerie would see their own people in a very different way than a human would, for good or ill.

9. I cannot stress enough the importance and effectiveness of WHIMSY as a narrative technique when writing about distantly metaphysical or surreal subjects such as the Fae. Balanced well with the aspects of your work that are more grounded, it can help the flow of your writing immensely and aid in keeping your reader engaged and immersed.

[ltwharfy]

Find your 3 oldest WIPS. Then list for each:

The inspiration- Why it's still a WIP- Will you finish- Why or why not-

Try not to mean to yourself!

Thank's for the ask! Here's the answers (this is also three of my four WIPs):

"Dating Advice from Mr. I'd Let That Dump Me"

The inspiration- I started writing this around Father's Day last year. It's a story about teenage Rudy being nervous about asking Louise out for a real date, and talking to his dad about it. As folks who read my "personal" tagged posts for the last week or so know, I had a tough relationship with my dad after my parents divorce, and I think Sylvester and Rudy's relationship is an interesting one. I liked the idea of exploring Sylvester as a flawed father who still tries to play a helpful role in his son's life post-divorce.

Why it's still a WIP- Another story- I can't even remember which one- became more engaging to me to write. And then "The Amazing Rudy" aired and it just made me think even more about Sylvester and about his relationship with Rudy and this story just seemed a little too..easy or simple, I guess?

Will you finish- Why or why not? It's probably the one on this list I'm least likely to finish. I think I'd rather explore Rudy and Sylvester's relationship outside the context of Roudise some more before coming back to this. Along those lines, I can think of at least one line I came up with for this that ended up in "Loneliness Comes Around Again".

"She Fell In Love with the Drummer"

The inspiration- The horniest story I've ever written was inspired by the official "Bob's Burgers" coloring book! There's a page that has the members of the Itty Bitty Ditty Committee in their costumes from Gene's fantasy in that episode. Louise and Tina are facing each other, but in the background (so, visible in the corner of Louise's eye) is Rudy playing the drums shirtless. So, I thought it would be funny to write a story set when they are teens where Louise sees Rudy drumming shirtless and finds it hot.

Why it's still a WIP- I wrote the middle (the making out part) first. For all my other stories, I've always just started at the beginning and wrote straight through. I have ideas for what happens before and after the part that I wrote, but haven't gotten around to writing them.

Will you finish- Why or why not? I hope so. I certainly intend to. I like what I wrote so far (at least, last time I read it) and I like my ideas for the beginning and ending. And I think writing Louise and Rudy as horny teenagers is a fun change of pace from my usual ways of writing of them (which tends to be either "awkward preteen crush" or "cute established relationship").

"No, Dale, Bobby is not in New Jersey!"

The inspiration- A silly, short (at least, planned to be) "Bob's Burgers"/"KIng of the Hill" crossover inspiired by the folks on the Internet who think that Rudy's character design is similar to Bobby Hill's. I specifically got the inspuration after watching this video from the amazing @devilh0rnsinc.

Why it's still a WIP- I'm writing from the POV of Dale Gribble and, later, Hank Hill, and I've never written for either of those characters before, and I'm just nervous about making sure that I get their voices right. While I watched KotH a lot when I was younger and still enjoy cataching it on cable occasionally, I don't have the depth of knowledge for those chracters that I do for the "Bob's Burgers" that I tend to write about. Dale, especially, is such an iconic character in my book that I want to get him right.

Will you finish- Why or why not? I hope so. I think it's a really fun idea. I'd like to get it done before that "King of the Hill" revival starts airing (since I believe they are aging up the characters and this idea works better if Bobby is still a kid.)

Thanks again for the ask! It was fun to think about these stories again!

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

The Lost Prince

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO (knots, slick, mpreg), Viking Col, fae Dom, shifting, wolf form, plot chapter, mentions of piss kink, mentions of sex, light voyeurism (but not really), PTSD, mentions of being held captive, secrets revealed, mentions of past war, nervous boys ☠️ rating: mature ☠️ shared ideas by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Kol'son didn't know how long they laid on the forest floor. They were filthy and tired and eventually he slipped himself free to curl around three-fourths of his pack and let the boy nap comfortably against his fur. He kept one ear pressed against Dom's belly, the other listening to the world around them. Just in case. They were safe where they were though, it had been over two years since they combined three clans and mostly everyone seemed content. The forest fae normally stayed hidden in their home in the trees, and Harald's old clan stayed in their village but they were run by him, Dom, Mod, and technically Tom by mating. Though the boys still barely admitted it. Kol couldn't wait for the day they stopped saying 'we're just good friends.' Good friends who live together and make love? Yeah. Alright. He supposed they both grew up thinking they weren't worthy of a relationship but they would learn. 

Harald's people had been surprisingly alright with being taken over, but maybe that was because they slaughtered the men who would have fought back. There were only a few left that might hate them- the daughters of the old chieftain, but even his wife had been thankful to be free and most of the younger girls had been pleased as well. Besides the forest folk being a little standoffish and Megna hating she was no longer special, they hadn't had a lot of trouble in the last two years. There were moments he almost thought of their home as a utopia of sorts. He wasn't the only leader which was incredibly calming but at the same time they all tended to treat him and Dom as the top of the food chain. He assumed it was the god thing but it worked for them. 

The wolf sighed deep, confused as to why he was letting his mind run wild instead of relaxing with his lover but that always seemed to happen. It was like his mind couldn't accept they were safe. His father and Bjørn had raised him to always expect the worst and be ready for war but now that wasn't needed. He didn't think. "Mmm, can 'ear yas. Stop it." The fae against him grumbled, tugging his fur. He huffed against Dom's swollen belly, his tongue flicking over it before he remembered he was just tasting his own piss. It wasn't the strangest thing he'd ever done but it wasn't the tastiest either. Dom might be safely scent marked but it changed his flavor. Win some, lose some. 

'Sorry ástin min.' He would say Dom couldn't hear him thinking but that wasn't exactly true. Their mating bond was strong and they were both magic creatures, they could at times reach into each other's minds and when not that deep inside- they could feel the other. 

"Bet tha' tastes yummy." The queen giggled, his eyes still closed against the sun coming through the trees. His voice was sleepy and his face gorgeous. There were streaks of dirt and drool and dried tears but even so he was the most perfect thing Kol had ever seen. He still found himself rolling his eyes and poking his tongue out at his wife. They were always playful. In a way even though they were parents, they were still so young. 

'I'd drink your piss. But my own? Eh.' He half joked, lolling his tongue out as if he were slightly disgusted. His mate giggled and finally started to sit up and the god felt his tail wagging as the boy scratched him absentmindedly. 'Come on, climb on me.' He commanded softly, ducking his head under his lover's arm. He didn't want Dom having to walk after all that, not if he could help. Of course the boy gave him a playful look, one brow arched and his lips curled in a smirk. 

"For once I don't fink I can daidí. Give me a bit, yeah?" The siren asked with a laugh that warmed Kol's heart and made his belly flip flop. 

'Fucker. I meant-' 

"Oh I know wha' ya meant. Can't get enough of me pussy yeah?" He mock preened, his hands under his chin to frame the cute innocent face he made. Kol'son knew he fell more in love with him every day but there were moments the siren took his breath away. As he dropped the act and took a deep breath he made a face. "May need a quick dip. Not tha' I don't love it but Ciarán might want fed and… 'Ey stop growling bout ya own son. Don't make me rub ya nose in it." 

'In what?' The Viking teased, finally just standing and shaking himself before pushing his snout under his wife and tossing the boy on his back. The squeal was precious but the hold around his neck was what really got him. 

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After taking a quick dip to wash the mess off- not completely but enough that no one would notice besides the smell- the pair were headed home to their hut when they felt as if someone was watching. They of course had plenty of people that might need something but would worry about interrupting so they tried not to get nervous but it was strange not being able to tell where the gaze was coming from. Kol finally decided to shift back, it was easier to speak to their people in the visage they were used to so he set his love down and called that power back into himself. 

Dom always loved watching the shift. It was strange because it seemed as if he just melted into a man. He tried so hard to focus and see how it worked but it appeared as if the wolf went blurry and the fur just… vanished. He'd vowed since the first day he witnessed it he'd learn the actual process but it never seemed to work. When his Viking was in the place where his wolf had just been he grinned and helped him stand up straight. He'd stay close while the human form worked to feel steady again. 

"Whoever is here you may greet us." Kol called out, trying to keep his boy somewhat hidden since they'd forgotten clothes. Their people were used to it but he wasn't sure which clan this person might be from.

A shimmer in the trees seemed to take shape slowly until it formed a man- no… a fae. He must have been. There were dark markings all over him, even on his shaven head. Before Kol might have thought they were tattoos but he learned better. There was a feeling to fairy kind and this one was strong as fuck. He was older seeming which the god knew meant he was probably hundreds if not thousands of years old, they didn't age like people did, they didn't even truly look like adults for so long. He couldn't help wondering what Modig would look like if he didn't have a human mother, would he seem as young as Dom did? The stranger's blue eyes stayed downcast, as if he were trying to be careful of seeing too much of his queen and Kol'son appreciated the gesture but he'd obviously been watching for a while. The man was familiar, something about him felt safe but he wasn't sure what or why. 

"I apologize for surprising you both. I was trying to find my way home but… I'm having trouble locating the door." He explained and his voice was softer than his warrior appearance would seem. "I am Tavis. I was just trying to find…" He trailed off as if confused and both leaders felt a pain from him they couldn't understand. 

"'Ave you been gone long?" Dom asked, his voice soft and sweet. "We 'ave people who know where it is. But talk to us?" He was being careful even though he could feel deep down he could trust the newcomer. There was just something about him. "Where did you come from?" He added, curling himself tighter around his mate. There was an aura around Tavis that made his soul ache. He didn't understand it but he didn't know if they were allowed to show someone the portal. Everyone was welcome in the forest land but… the fae were still careful. He'd been there around three years and he'd only been inside a few times. 

"I… I don't know. I feel like I've been gone…" Tavis paused and swallowed hard, his blue eyes lost and full of fear. "I was kept by the last chieftain, across the way. I think it was a long time but I'm not sure." 

"Harald has been dead for two years now, how are you just returning? This was your home, yes?" Kol asked, trying to help as much as he could but normally Dom was the people person.

Those ice eyes went wide and it looked as if the fae was about to panic. Dom huffed and stepped closer, ignoring his own nakedness to soothe someone he felt a kinship to. "You're safe now. I swear it. Kols killed the old chieftain and we own tha' land now. We 'ave an arrangement wiv the forest clan. The last leader stepped down not long ago. We can get you-" 

"Tavin! Is he still- does my brother live?" Marked hands reached out to grab Dom's wrists desperately and the man fell to his knees. The siren's eyes went wide and he flicked his gaze back to his mate. Did Kol catch that? Oh gods. 

"He does. He gave the crown to his nephew. I swear wha'ever 'appened you're safe now Tavis. Can you tell me?" Dom sniffled, he was more overwhelmed than he probably should be but he was wracked with hormones and he knew no matter what this would change so many lives. 

"I was trapped by Harald. Used for my magic. He thought I would break and let him into my home. He wanted as much power as he could get. Wait- did you say Kol? Kolvidur? Is that you? Tell me it's not been a decade already? Please?" Those blue eyes were filled with tears and so much heartbreak. 

"You knew my father?" Kol'son asked, stepping up behind his wife. He carefully wrapped his arms around Dom enough to cover the parts of him that were too close to Tavis's view for his liking but the man was obviously broken and didn't care. Fae were used to nudity but the Viking wasn't used to people seeing his lover nude. At least not face to dick.

Tavis gasped, looking them up and down. He was obviously trying to do math that was breaking his heart and mind. Dom was trying to do the same math but for a different reason. He knew Modig was slightly older than Kol but… "Yes um… He was a gangly boy last I saw. How is he? How is Inga?" That was obviously what he wanted to ask the most but fae royalty were nothing but proper, even in moments like that. Dom could tell his husband was still making sense of things and the newcomer was holding his breath. 

"Inga is alive and well. She fhought you was dead. Kolvidur and Bjørn are both gone 'ough." He soothed and the shuddering breath that escaped him made Dom cry as well. He was still holding the royal's hands, trying to help ground him. He should have known automatically who the stranger was by the feeling that came off him. It was the same he got years before the first night the seer broke into his and Kol's hut to introduce himself. Did Tavis even know? Gods this felt like a story.  "I'm sorry but it's been longer 'an tha'. Over two decades. 'Ow did you get free? You should 'ave been free years ago." He was so confused over that and worried that they still had evil in their midst. 

"His daughter came to me. She said if I did her bidding she'd let me free but she didn't do any of the correct ritual to bind me. I lied because I needed to come home. I needed to see my brother and my-" His mouth closed, his jaw clenching. Dom could understand being scared to call a human a mate but it sounded as if it were true for him and Inga. She was from a special family too. 

"She's at 'ome. Come on. Come wiv us. She'll be 'appy to see yas." Dom vowed nervously. Did the poor fae even know he had a son? "'Ow did you end up wiv 'Arald?" 

Tavis stood but kept his hand in Dom's. They started walking slowly home but he worried his precious pup of a husband was still mentally catching up. He didn't seem to realize he was looking at his uncle. Fuck what a day it was turning out to be. He couldn't even walk straight and yet he had to be strong for his family. Modig was like a brother to them both and Inga was the mother he never truly had. 

"My love was sent to him. I don't know if they found out we were to be mated or what but… her father stole her away and sent her to his best friend's home. At least that's what Kolvi told me. I went to find her and I was trapped. They didn't like the thought of her wedding a fae I suppose but it seems they've grown more comfortable with it?" He asked of Dom and the boy snorted. 

"No. Well… like I said, Kolvidur and Bjørn and their father are gone. No wonder Inga accepted me so easily." He hummed softly and he felt Kol'son stop dead in his tracks. 

"Oh fuck." And there it was. The god had finally caught up. He could feel a thousand questions burning in his mate's mind but first they needed to get home. He could only focus on one thing at a time and first he wanted clothes, then he wanted to find his aunt alone. "Yeah um… shit. Yeah. We can find a place for you and then we'll take you to them. Her! Her. We'll take you to her." 

Dom fought not to roll his eyes and elbow his love but at least they were on the same wavelength. Tavis smiled, something he obviously wasn't used to anymore but he tried before hugging the boy close. "Thank you! You have no idea how much this means to me." He sniffled, obviously trying to stay strong. 

"Yeah maybe don't thank us yet." Kol mumbled and Dom let himself elbow him then. Chieftain or not the god had never been taught the same manners the fae had. He loved him that way though, every brute and crass inch. 

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @cole-way-iero28 @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Ahhhh new plot! Old secrets! Someone wasn't actually dead?! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I wonder if I kept it mysterious enough or if you figured it out automatically. At least it's happy surprise plot? Hopefully 🫣🖤☠️

[glacierruler]

Nimona Analysis

Hi, so for those of you who don't know, I watched Nimona last night and kind of live blogged it! So if you click on that link, those are my live reactions to the show. Some of them more thought out than others. And also I was wrong a whole lot near the end of the movie. This post will be the analysis of the movie itself, I'll be analyzing the characters a little bit later. I'll come back and put links to the character analyses after I finish each one.

I'm going to tag two people specifically who I think would love to read this, based off of the interactions I had while liveblogging! @duck-in-a-spaceship and @wolfxkissed (I hope you don't mind the tag wolfxkissed, I just know you said that you'd like to read this!)

This post will contain spoilers for the movie Nimona

Also this is probably the longest text post I've ever made

Some CWs: suicide mentions, suicide attempt, trauma, religious trauma, brainwashing, cult like behavior, abuse, isolation, ableism, queerphobia, death, attempted murder, murder

Please tell me if I missed any, again this movie is dark, so this analysis of the movie will be touching on the darker aspects of things.

Okay, the first thing I want to say, is I love the writing that went into this movie. Each and every single character had thought behind every action they made. And while my live blog went somewhat deep into some of the actions behind the characters, it nowhere near does them justice. However, before we analyze the characters I want to analyze the movie itself(which will have a bit of character analysis in it, but not nearly as much as they all deserve). I'll be trying to go in the order of most light hearted to most dark.

I think that Nimona was specifically made for the Tumblr queer and ND folks, don't get me wrong, it was probably made for queer and ND people in general, however based on the humor, the beliefs of the characters(especially Nimona herself), and the execution of how the movie shows certain things just leads me to believe that at least one of the main writers for this show is a tumblr user. (/hj /hsrs)

Now with that, let's get into the movie.

Again this is not a scene by scene analysis of everything but a lightest to darkest topics analysis.

First I want to talk about the usage and reversal of common tropes. Usually the light and dark knight trope is used to symbolize who's in the wrong and who's in the right. You're usually rooting for the light knight and booing the dark one, the dark one's the villain. Which is why I like how they did this, they took that trope and reversed it, but they did so by making it so that neither knight were the actual villain. Both were hurt and brainwashed into a society that they hoped and wanted to accept them. Pitted against each other because of misunderstandings, lies, and where they were in their character arcs.

I want to talk about the isolation and loneliness that Nimona feels throughout this whole movie. In the scene where she's remembering her trauma vividly, you can't help but feel for her. She tried to be loved by every creature, but all of them inherently knew that she was different than them somehow, and she finally makes a friend, Gloreth, and she's a human. Someone who had embraced Nimona for who she is, instead of turning her away. Now I believe there are two reasons for this.

The creatures ignoring Nimona is to show the way a lot of ND folks tend to be ignored by those that they wish to be friends with at best. I want to touch on this more, but despite being ND myself, I don't think I was on the receiving end of this, or if I was I didn't really notice 'cause I was busy with my friends who are almost all slightly ND.

How trans people are villainized and ostracized in our society, and that when kids are younger, they tend not to care deeply about things like that until their parents take a stance on it. I say this because Gloreth did not care about the shapeshifting at first, she had been a bit nervous because it meant that Nimona was different. But overall Gloreth had found it cool that Nimona could do that(which was my internal reaction to my friends coming out before I realized I was genderfluid myself, I didn't know it was possible so it was the coolest thing ever and I wished that I could do that, although it seemed Gloreth was content with not being able to shapeshift so that last part might not apply to her).

What makes this so heartwrenching, is at the end of the scene, you see the first time Nimona was villainized by others, being so surprised and hurt physically and emotionally. They had all seen something so different in this little girl that they had known, and decided she needed to die because of it. The thing that had saved Nimona, her ability to shapeshift. The trait that I believe she comes to hate most about herself.

Which, okay, I know that one's going to be hard for me to explain. But hear me out. (I say as if that movie didn't touch on her self hatred of her powers at all, despite it being like a main plot point.) Nimona had been ostracized and almost murdered because of her powers, called a monster. As strong as she is, when something like that is ingrained into your head, it doesn't matter how much you know it's not true, it still feels true. Her powers are I think the one thing she hated and loved about herself the most. She loved being able to transform, to be herself, there's no denying that. But everyone else hated it. They hated her for it.

Which brings me to all the underlying and not so underlying queerphobia in the movie. Not in the oh this movie is so queerphobic way, but in the oh this movie went through and showed all the queerphobia that todays society had and still has even with people who say they're progressive, it is calling us as a society out for this which is sadly rare to see in movies and shows that make commentary about society. It's less rare now, but still rare or not done right. But with this show, they did it so well. So much thought was put into this. With some of Ballister's lines really hitting how, transphobia especially, can come from more 'progressive' people or even people in the community. Especially the, "Not everyone is as accepting as me,"(paraphrased) line. Telling someone to hide who they are, can make them feel isolated and alone, and it hurts worse when it comes from someone who you thought would at least come from someone on the same page as you. Really emphasized by the fact that both of them are seen as villains for something that's not their fault.

This is one of the reason's that I really like Ballister's character arc, and how he grows in the movie. He's not perfect, and I'm so glad about that you have no idea. If he or Ambrosius had been perfect I would've hate watched the rest of the movie, simply because of everything that's happening around and to them, it would've ruined the movie. idk, maybe that's just a me thing. Anyways, back to what I was talking about. He was set up for the murder of the queen who we learned was questioning everything about Gloreth. Because of this and the prejudice already against him because he wasn't of noble blood, it was easy for the population to believe that he had killed the queen. In fact, I believe that if this had happened irl, we would've believed that. But I'll hop onto that point later. Because of the position he had been placed in, one would think that Ballister would be able to understand where Nimona is coming from better, but he doesn't and can't because of how he himself had been raised and brainwashed. Which again, will be the next point I talk about, although it's hard not to talk about it here too much as well, because Ballister's dangerous misunderstandings about Nimona come from being raised in a cult-like environment. And you see him battling his thoughts, especially in the later part of the movie, having realized that he was asking small minded questions that were hurting her. But because of how he viewed her and how he was trying to change how he viewed her, it still got to him in the end. However, you can still see the character growth because he can't call her a monster. Which is when you see Nimona's despair and hatred for herself as well, because she did. She called herself a monster, and she ran out believing it.

However a lot of the underlying queerphobic subtext comes from Todd, who is quick to beat up those who divert from what the director wants/says. Much like how queerphobia comes mainly from the Christian church in most places. Todd mocked Ambrosius for being in love with Ballister, he beat up Ballister asking for information on Nimona. Which might not be seen as queerphobic, but with the situations and circumstances, it is. It is literally to show how queerphobia like that comes from high ranking places, and the people in those places either join in or turn a blind eye to everyone. This is more based on what I was feeling during the film though, so I don't really have much to back it up with.

Now before getting into the darkest aspects of this story, I want to talk about the cult-like behavior of the monarchy in Nimona. This monarchy raised noble children who raised noble children who raised noble children to rise up and be able to defend the kingdom from monsters, which we either knew coming into the movie, or learned later throughout it, was a bs excuse to maintain power. An excuse that came from the 'monster' being hurt by the humans, instead of hurting the humans like everyone has been told had happened. The director knows this, she has to, based on her speech to Nimona pretending to be Ambrosius. The queen had been looking into things, so the queen had to be killed. It was also a strategic move killing the queen, because, at least from my perspective, the director seems more like a beloved religious figure, especially with how she dresses, I wouldn't be surprised if that was why they chose that outfit for her. To symbolize how governments will take a certain religion, and use it for their own power, and if something diverts from what the religion wants, then it's this horrible evil thing.

Throughout this film both Ballister and Ambrosius made choices that most people would get mad or upset at, because they don't necessarily understand these choices. But both of these individuals have been raised in this cult like environment that thrives off of lies for their whole lives. And nothing had ever challenged that false perception of the world before, so they had no way of knowing anything else. And it was heart wrenching because I know what it's like having to go through that.

Ballister was ostracized because he had worked his way to the top, which the director did not like. Although she pretended to let him in so she could frame him for the queen's murder. But there was really only one person on Ballister's side, his boyfriend, Ambrosius, and then he lost that as soon as the queen died. (Which, to be fair to Ambrosius, if your bf was holding the sword that killed the queen in front of everyone you would think your bf killed her as well).

But I think the most telling part of how fucked up this cult-like institution had become, was that Ballister thought everything would be fine if he showed his bf the clip of his sword getting switched. He thought, that if that had happened, there was no way that Ambrosius would think he was a murderer anymore. And then the confrontation happened, and the director was whispering lies in Ambrosius's ears, to keep him on her side. Forcing him into a situation to choose, between the person he knew the most, or the institute. And in his mind, he had to choose the institute, because everything pointed to his boyfriend being the murder, yes he finds out later that it's fabricated by the institute, but he had no way of telling that, and so was torn between this decision.

I think the only thing I didn't like is how rushed it seemed at the end of them breaking down everything. Like, yes, it took a while to get there, and it probably took months for society to look like that again. But it almost seemed like it had only been a week at most. It's about the only thing I don't like about the Nimona movie, and it's simply because of my personal experiences with being forced to believe something that wasn't true. It can take years just to be able to change that mindset, and everyone in this civilization had the mindset of Gloreth is perfect and unwavering and slays the monster! And it just felt rushed to me. Again this is more of an opinion than a fact, but it is based off of my experiences with that.

Now for the darkest part imo, the part where Nimona actively tries to kill herself. After years of being alone, hurt, isolated, and treated like trash. She finally thinks that everyone else is right, that maybe she should just die, it would be easier on everyone without her. And you can't help but want to tell her that she's not a monster, that she's cared for. But she had just been discarded by someone who she thought she could trust, something she doesn't give out easily after what happened with Gloreth. And it took Ballister a while to be able to save her, in fact, based off of where he was and how fast she was moving, plus his injuries, logically, he couldn't have been able to stop her. But, speaking from experience, sometimes what keeps you alive, what keeps you from killing yourself, doesn't make logical sense, doesn't fit what you had thought everything to be or where you thought that person was. And that is why I'm so glad they did it that way. They didn't have a heart to heart, it was literally him holding her back from running her heart through a sword. I don't really have much to say here, without going into some personal stories, that I'd really rather not go into right now, but yeah.

Is there something that I'm not seeing and/or overlooking, probably. And I'd love to hear other people's thoughts on this movie!

[tinywy-frost]

The Future's Calling

(( A/N: Wanted to write a little thing as my brain is very active in a lot of different ways at the moment. Not intended as any kind of vent writing, though apologies if that does seem what it is. Everything is fully character driven, I promise! /gen Aside from that, I hope you all enjoy, and I plan to leave it open ended so asks are welcome afterwards! I wanna be able to interact with folks a bit more on here if I can. ))

The time was roughly around what would be described as early evening, the sun just starting to set down in between the buildings in the city. The light from its rays casting a gentle orange glow over everything, those out still walking the streets also bathed in this light when they passed through it. This time was around when a lot of folks tend to settle into the house for dinner, whether it was something freshly homemade, or simply take-out from some local restaurant.

One instance of this taking place was in the Aster household. A single mother and her adoptive child that she met only a couple years prior to the current events. Jacqueline, or Jackie for short, was a woman who gives off the air of 'I'm not going to take shit from anybody.' She owned a tattoo parlor underneath the apartment the two lived in, only having two other people that come in during the day to help out with any customers they might have.

At night, whenever she was home, the daughter would help watch over the place in case of any intruders or similar. Where they lived was not the worst place to have a home or a business, but it also wasn't the best. Jackie had some folks in her past that still liked to try and come by to take what they were owed, even if they had been payed off years ago. This used to be a problem, until Frost came along.

Frost Aster, formally known as F-04-0430-25, is an escapee from a testing facility that used to hold their headquarters outside of town. That was, until, a certain breakout happened, rendering everyone and everything in the building wiped out and the place left as a frozen, bloody graveyard. No one knew about what had happened, as no one was thought to have survived, aside from Frost.

Flashbacks of her past would plaque her occasionally, either bringing her nightmares, or the occasional breakdowns where she simply shutdown and did nothing until snapped back into the present. As time passed, these episodes have gotten fewer and fewer, and were now a brief conversation brought up by Frost when it was on her mind.

"...I don't know if where I'm heading in my life is a good direction, mom."

Frost was seated at the dining room table, a plate of pasta and garlic bread in front of her as the two were settled down for dinner. She had her fork in hand, idly spinning the noodles around on the end of it as she was careful not to fling sauce everywhere. Seeing a red splatter on the table cloth would not help her train of thought right now.

"What makes you say that, dear, everything alright?"

Jackie's tone was always softer and calmer when it came to Frost, knowing since day one of meeting her that she was missing a parental figure in her life, and had been since she was very young. A soft tink is heard from the utensil she was using as she places it down next to her plate and reaches over, gently resting her now free hand on Frost's. "You can talk to me, I'm right here.."

The young woman's downcast eyes slowly lift up to look at her adoptive mother's gaze, nervous icy blue orbs peering into comforting chocolaty brown ones. There was no response from either for a few moments, before Jackie softly speaks up again.

"It's about the lab, isn't it...?"

It had taken about a year for Frost to fully trust Jackie enough to explain to her all that had happened at the lab she could remember. If the facility wasn't already destroyed, Jackie would have marched in there herself and given everyone who worked at I.P.L. (Investigation of Phenomenon Laboratory) a piece of her mind.

The word 'lab' caused Frost to flinch in the slightest, turning her head to the side and letting out a shaky breath. "Partially... it's... it's really complicated right now." She was hesitating, not wanting to explain too much to her mother, but she knew she also couldn't hide anything from her either. "It's not just the lab... that's- that's in the past but..."

"...there's stuff going on that's making me feel like I had back then... back when I escaped. I'm scared of myself sometimes now but... I can't tell if it feels... right or not..."

The concerned look in her brown eyes spread into a soft frown on her face as Jackie carefully reaches out and places her hand on Frost's cheek in a motherly way, gently tilting her head up to meet her eyes again. "Frost, look at me..." Her voice was calm still as she was choosing her words very carefully. She didn't know what exactly Frost was going through right now, but she still wanted to be supportive for her.

"No matter what it is that's going on, I still love you. Just take things one step at a time in your life, focus on where you want to take things."

Jackie gently pulls her hand back before picking up her fork again. "Only you can take the reigns of your Life and lead it to where you want to travel. And it's up to you if you travel alone, or with others." There was a slight, knowing twinkle in her eyes, before she resumes eating her pasta. "Now don't forget to eat, dear, don't want your food getting cold~"

Frost had lowered her head again slightly when her mom pulled her hand away, before she quietly picks up her own fork again and actually starts eating this time. Jackie may not have said much, but what she had said got Frost's mind going. Her thoughts were quickly lost and scattered about what all she could do with her Life... who all she could meet... those she could spend her Life with...

As more time passes, dinner came to an end as both of them finished eating and placed their dirty plates into the dishwasher. Jackie was setting things up to run the dirty dishes through a cycle overnight, pouring the soap into the small compartment it goes into. Frost was hesitating in the doorway, watching for a few moments, then clearing her throat and speaking up.

"Thanks for dinner, mom.. and for the small talk.. I'll be heading out for a bit. Planning on getting some fresh air and a way to try and clear my head a bit better."

Jackie lifts her head up and a soft smile is shared between the two. "Alright, just be safe. And text me in case you're not going to make it home tonight."

A soft response of 'Will do.' is given before Frost is swiftly out the front door, her phone tucked into her pocket and her beanie snug and secure on her head. Even though there still wasn't many people out and about at night, she still wanted to keep at least somewhat of a normal appearance.

Her current destination was the park, wanting to feel the gentle breeze of the night air brush past her as she has her gaze on the sky above, seeing what glimpses of the stars she could see in the patch of nature amongst the bustling city. Her thoughts were still scattered, but they were of more manageable topics now as she spends her time talking a walk, her hands resting in her pockets.

"Maybe I should go on a trip again, just so I can see the stars shine bright once more..."

Seeing as it was not too late still, there is always a chance of someone else being around the park, or even someone sending a message to Frost on her phone... Whatever Life is to throw at her this night, she would take it in stride and see where things go...

[torkhin]

PROPAGANDawn Time! (@original-character-championship thank you so much for hosting this!!)

Hi! It’s time for our little mountain cloud to take center stage! (Oh she’s So nervous, but hey, she came looking for a good time, and a good time is what she’s gonna have!)

SO! Dawn Hughes!

- She is a catalyst. She is the lynchpin in the operation of saving the world from the BBEG which she affectionately (/s) dubbed “Shadowfuck” at age 15. She is the composer of Fate’s Design at age 50 when the world is again threatened by Shadowfuck’s possessive home turf. She is responsible for the redemption of villains, the resurrection of an entire society, the banishment of assholes. She is a connector of the mundane and magical. But she refuses to let her accomplishments precede her. All she wants is to be remembered by and for the people she loves.

(^Dawn HTTYD AU. Notes: in canon, Dawn has a little magic lizard friend she named Wizard who likes to eat dreams and give licks. Wizard is about the size of a gecko. He likes to hide out in Dawn’s hair and sometimes his claws tickle her head when he wiggles around in there.)

- This poor girl’s got Trauma, folks, from both the elements in her backstory and Also events that played out in the story she was a part of. She’s got a Heaping dose of trauma-induced acrophobia, as well as chronic pain from an old injury she sustained from the traumatic incident in question. Her journey is focused around coming to terms with her anxiety and finding ways to cope with what she fears most. (Looking through some of the propaganda for other contenders, this seems to be a fairly common arc… Adult Dawn is a therapist and could help you introspect about that)

(mmm eepy)

The following are some quotes:

- “Oh, yeah, like murder is polite.” /s

- “Spirit ass is real ass.” /g

- “You shouldn’t force yourself to live like your existence isn’t important… because, dammit, you Are important.”

Peer reviews:

Some more emotes/art/picrews I’ve done with her (I’ll try to reblog this with the original links to the picrews once I find them)

Some more fun facts!:

- Dawn being proficient with sleep and dream magic also gives her a talent for creating illusions. She primarily uses these illusions to create Little Guys, like a strange skunk creature named Sniffle and small bunnies. She has also used her illusions to cover up Crimes that her friends commit. She also tends to create illusions of horns and a tail for herself to somewhat match the appearance of her brother and help him feel less ostracized for his inhuman traits

- She can create “dream rifts” inside people’s brains that essentially banish souls/malevolent entities to a little hell prison within the mind

- Therapist of your Dreams (literally)

- Her brother is a Goat Man. Her other brother Sees Your Ass. Her father is a Mountain Dilf. Her mother is the Queen of Nightmares /pos. Her birth mother is under house arrest for magic crimes against humanity /neg

- A lover of animals big and small. She obtains Several pets through the course of the story she’s featured in, including: a wolpertinger named Bun, the companion she’s had the longest; a tortoiseshell kitten reincarnation of an ancient guardian spirit, Coco, a fierce warlord in her own right; Wizard the Lizard (mentioned above); and, eventually, the quadruplet offspring of Coco named Mocha, Latte, Chino, and Coco Jr.

- The god of time and fate within the story’s universe is somewhat scared of her

- Accidentally possessed herself twice

- She go “eeeheeheee” when she excited

Aaand that’s about it! This is the First PropaganDawn post, but it certainly won’t be the last. Have fun~!

[suncast-moth]

I decided to make fresh character sheets for some of my moths.

Here they are. And imma ramble a bit about them too, bc I wanna infodump.

First off, we have Lazer.

Lazer is a feisty little man. He's constantly itching to throw a punch, hence, why he may or may not have decided to start a fight club with a local sasquatch that is far off in the woods from the moth village.

However, Lazer can and will be extremely protective of those he considers friends, despite how rude and brash he may be.

Next up, are Wave and Droplet.

Wave and Droplet happen to be twins. Within this world of moths, there are some that are more powerful than others, such as those with power over the elements and weather. Such as this little duo.

These two happen to have more control over water, if you couldn't tell by designs or their names. Wave is the elder, much more calm and stoic of the two. Having more control over salt water, rather than the freshwater that Droplet works.

Droplet, however, is much more bubbly and joyful, finding admirable qualities in just about everything. Though, despite this, he ironically has a fear of what lurks deep within the waters.

Following that duo, is Loop and Astrid.

Much like the previous two, Astrid happens to have a special little ability of his. He has control over the weather, and feels horribly guilty when it comes to having to create storms. Especially from those that fear the sound that's created.

Astrid tends to feel bad about the accursed ability he has, as he knows that fellows like Loop are always scared and practically quivering during rainstorms, or even worse typhoons.

Loop happens to be a much more skittish fella. He's constantly nervous and picking at his own magenta fur in a panic. This always gets worse during the rolls of thunder that come from those clouds. Loop knows of Astrid, and does wish he personally wasn't such a scared little moth, but he just can't help how he was. He does want to get better with storms, but that's a goal that's ages away for him. As for Astrid; he would love to encourage Loop to chase that dream, but thanks to his own job, it's more the want of an overachiever.

In a way, they have a bit of a romance; a rather sad one that is, due to the fact that they wish to encourage each other, but can't make the moves to do so.

On a lighter, final note, we have Pepper and Ibarof!!

These two are practically best friends. One caters for shows and plays which helps both their little businesses bloom.

Pepper is an energetic and eccentric little moth, always obsessing over sweets and goodies. She's the type to be there for those she cares for, no matter what. If someone she adores has fallen ill, though.. it'd be best not to taste anything she cooks.. if it isn't a pastry she created, then it's bound to taste downright horrid.

Ibarof is eccentric in his own way. Always adorning that old pumpkin on his head, he refuses to reveal the look of his face underneath it, as to him, that'd be 'breaking character.' His role in this village is the theater man. He organizes and sets up all sorts of plays and shows, getting some people he knows to show off their own capabilities and sometimes even act. It's his way of giving to their small, humble community. He just loves making sure everyone is having a good time.

In a way, one could say they're like the embodiments of Halloween and Christmas. Both adoring sweets, and giving within their own ways. One being with gifts and direct care, and then the other being with dressing up and showing off different kinds of light.

In an almost fitting sense, one could assume they're lovers, though, they are only best friends..

however... in the future, they may end up with some mutual pining. Who knows. Maybe one day.

AAAAAND THATS ALL, FOLKS!!! THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO MY INFODUMP ABOUT MY MOTHS. THERE ARE MORE MOTHS TO COME.

[bornofrose]

Send me a symbol and I will write a headcanon about… \ @eusyram \ still accepting!

eusyram asked: I’m on mobile but AIRPLANE, ENVELOPE, CLOVER for the symbols meme!

✈ : My muse and  traveling. (If they do it frequently and why, if they never left their home town, e.t.c.)

For the past 5 years of her life, Gyess has been doing nothing but traveling around. She’s never been outside of her country though or stepped foot on a ship. Her concept of money is vague at best. She wasn’t considering a solution to her ‘problem’ might exist outside of her home.

Even when she was still with her clan, she never really left the camp, she didn’t really have a reason to and her folks liked to keep her out of the way as much as possible. 

✉   : My muse and others. (If they social and outgoing or more introverted, and why. If they prefer communicating with others face to face or in written form, e.t.c.).

Gyess is a little strange. Cause she’s an extrovert, but just has a bucket ton of anxiety. So while she is extremely friendly and thrives with human contact, she’s generally too nervous to approach people without a reason to. 

That and many bad experiences have taught her to try and mind her own business with strangers. She doesn’t enjoy isolating herself at all, though she does feel she has to anyways.

She’ll always prefer talking over writing and now texting (not that she actually knows how to text at all) though as of right now people who speak her native language are... hard to come by. I’m kind of planning on her common getting better the longer she’s here tho tbh. 

☘ : My muse’s relation with their family. (If they speak with each other and how much, if they are close or estranged, e.t.c.).

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Well they exiled her from their clan after she destroyed a portion of it and killing a couple kinsmen.... so. That might put a damper on things in the family department (maybe)

With that being said, Gyess had an older sister who tended to look after Gyess. The two of them were extremely close, but the sister couldn’t do a whole lot to help Gyess and her living conditions.

Her father was hard pressed to force her magic to cooperate, her mother was distant, and her brothers just ignored her or joined the other kids in bullying her. They also didn’t do anything to defend her during the exile. 

She doesn’t like to talk about it haha. She was 10 btw!

[shunuki]

Okey dokey here we go...

Part 4

@yagiv

Rescue me

Pt 4

For their one year anniversary of dating, Shunsui made a reservation at a pricey restaurant. Jushiro put up a fight about it since he was used to more economical eateries. Shunsui wouldn't be swayed and kind of won the disagreement by simply stating that he was craving a really good steak dinner. He still quibbled about it when he saw the prices, but the smells coming from the kitchen won him over as, yes he was hungry and began to drool with the heavenly scent.

They made small talk during the dinner. It was hard to talk around such good food. As they lingered over dessert Jushiro let out a small sigh.

“What's wrong, are you too full to finish?” Concern was written in Kyoraku’s voice.

“Well yes, kinda, but that's not it.” He licked the remaining chocolate cake crumbs off the back of his fork. “My family wants to meet you.” He cast his eyes downward.

“Oh ho! So it's that time huh?”

“You don't have to agree if you don't want to.”

A broad grin slid across Shunsui’s face. “Are you kidding, I'll be there. Just let me know where and when.”

“I'll ask when I get home.”

Shunsui stretched out his hand and grasped the pale one across from him. “I'll be on my best behavior, I promise.” His mother would skin him alive if he misbehaved. He gently squeezed his hand. “Just give me a call later tonight. I've come to really like talking to you before I sleep. It's very comforting and helps me relax.”

“I really like talking to you too.” He felt himself relax. “I think they want to have a barbecue, is that alright? Dad just loves cooking out on the grill.”

“Your dad does it himself?”

“Well yeah of course. Does your family not cook out?”

“We do, but the cook does it, Dad just reads the paper and drinks whiskey, it tends to be a sort of formal affair. We even have to dress nicely.”

Jushiro was reminded of the difference in their status and frowned. It just felt out of place dating someone who was so much richer than his family was. “Are you really sure you want to come, it's nothing fancy.”

Shunsui hadn't let go of the soft hand yet, “Babe, I'm positive.” He smiled warmly. Letting go of the hand he tenderly stroked the pale jawline.

“Does your family know you're dating…” he motioned to himself.

“...a man? Yes they know.” Jushiro smiled shyly.

Kyoraku's hand moved back to caressing the jawline and soft cheek. A subtle blush grew. “Aren't you worried about showing affection in public?” Jushiro queried.

“Nah! Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” Jushiro nuzzled into the hand. “I'm a little embarrassed, but I'm so glad you're not bothered with public displays of affection.”

“Never.” Shunsui smiled brightly. “Come on handsome, let's get out of here.” He clasped Jushiro's hand and helped him stand. They exited the restaurant holding hands with a gentle swinging motion.

Later, before falling asleep Jushiro called Shunsui. He had asked his parents about the cookout and they were very excited to meet his friend.

“So…my father said he planned on grilling this Sunday, is that okay with you? I know it's pretty short notice “

“No, that's fine, no need to be sorry.”

“Great! I'll let them know in the morning.” Jushiro stifled a yawn. “You don't have to dress fancy or anything. We'll be in jeans and tee shirts.”

“My folks have expressed an interest in whom I'm dating.”

“Do they know about me? I mean that I'm a man?”

“Haven't brought it up.”

Jushiro felt panic building in his chest. “Why?”

“Calm down, they know I date both ways. I just haven't let them know which way.”

“Please tell them soon.”

There was quiet snoring on the other end of the phone, Shunsui had fallen asleep. Jushiro hung up his side of the call. He had some trouble falling asleep after that call. He couldn't help but feel very nervous.

Sunday dawned bright and sunny. Jushiro and his younger siblings were getting things ready for the party.

What he didn't know at the time of the late night call was that it wasn't going to just be his immediate family, but all nearby relatives. He hoped it didn't overwhelm him. He hadn't realized that his parents had invited everyone local to join the cookout.

The grill was started and when it was ready the choice meats were placed on the grill. It wasn't lavish with such things as steaks, but thick hamburgers, chicken legs and even hotdogs, mostly for the little ones, were placed above the fire.

Jushiro's mother called him into the house to help with the younger children. He had just gotten the youngest dressed and was attempting to braid her hair, if she would only stop wiggling.

There was a knock on the door. It had to be Shunsui because the rest of the family would just come through the side gate in the backyard.

“I got the door.” He called out. His tiny sister clung to him and he let out a soft sigh. Opening the door, with the child on his hip, he caught the quick surprised look from Shunsui who then broke out into a broad smile.

“You look adorable holding a child!”

“Stop, I'm a mess.” With his free hand he signaled for Shunsui to follow him inside. “I have to finish braiding my sister's hair. I hope you don't mind the wait.”

As Shunsui followed behind he couldn't help but notice that Jushiro had on a pair of tight skinny jeans. They molded to his body. Again he mused to himself that he had a great view. If Jushiro had been alone, he might have remarked on it, but with a small child present he kept his thoughts to himself. When they stopped in a wide living room he set down the bag of presents he had brought with him. His mother insisted long ago, that if he was ever invited to someone's house, you bring gifts.

“Who's he?” The little one asked her brother.

“That's my very good friend, Shunsui.”

She wiggled some more as he tried to finish her braid. “If you don't hold still, you won't get any of Grannie's pie.” He scolded. She immediately stopped squirming and he finished off the braid. “Now…Shunsui, this is my youngest sister Ayami.”

“It's very nice to meet you.” He dug into his pocket and pulled out a tiny doll. “I thought you might like this.”

“Do not put it in your mouth.” Jushiro once more scolded the child.

“Is that gonna be okay, I didn't think of the whole little kids putting things in their mouth thing.”

“No it's fine, now that she's been warned she'll behave.” The little one ran off with her new prize.

Since they were now alone, Kyoraku tugged on Jushiro's arm and wrapped his arms around him in a gentle bear hug. Jushiro melted into the embrace and breathed in the scent of the clone Shunsui was wearing. It was probably expensive but at the moment he didn't care.

There was a quiet throat clearing from the door. He felt the blush start and tried to push out of the embrace. He only managed half way.

Taking a deep breath, “Mother, this is Shunsui.” He looked into Shunsui's gray eyes. “This is my mother.”

“It's an honor to meet you.” Shunsui bowed politely.

“Well, at least he has manners.”

Jushiro managed to stop the eye roll he knew was forming. “Mother!”

Just like magic they were surrounded by duplicates of Jushiro, only smaller.

Jushiro introduced them all to each other and they sat down to talk. The older ones wanted to know about his fancy car, the younger ones were enthralled that he had his own pool in his backyard. They complained that they just had a blow up pool that always sprung a leak.

“I wondered what was keeping everyone.” A male voice cut through the chatter. Jushiro jumped up.

“Father..this is Shunsui. We've been dating for a year now.”

Shunsui stood up and shook hands.

“Good solid handshake. I like that.”

Shunsui let out a small chuckle, “My Mom would happily skin me alive if I didn't show good manners.” He slipped an arm over Jushiro's shoulders boldly.

Ukitake’s parents glanced at each other, eyebrows raised then laughed. “Do you have proper intentions towards our son?” the father asked.

“I do!” Shunsui stated solemnly. “I've never met anyone like him “

“Well come on then. The party is just getting started.”

Shunsui reached for the bag he had brought. “I'm not a great cook, but I did bring something.” He pulled out a bottle of wine. “I hope this is okay.” He passed it to Jushiro's father.

The man studied the label for a moment. “Heh! We haven't had this since our wedding, remember dear?”

She smiled fondly at her mate. “That was quite a few children ago.” She patted Jushiro's cheek as she walked past him.

The gaggle of children tumbled out of the door followed by the parents at a more sedate pace. Jushiro and Shunsui brought up the rear, and exited the house together, hands clasped tightly.

So many similar faces were watching as the duo made their way to the backyard.

Shunsui was inundated with questions by half a dozen aunties and several cousins. He discovered they were a very tight knit family who watched out for each other. They all just wanted to make sure Jushiro was living the best life.

The food was good and plentiful. And Jushiro was enjoying the desert his one aunt had made especially for him because he had requested it.

Shunsui excused himself to retrieve something he left in his car.

When he returned he stood in front of Jushiro with a serious look on his face. Jushiro wiped the sticky pastry off his face and grew worried.

“Is something wrong?”

“No!”

“What's going on?”

Shunsui dropped to one knee and clasped Jushiro's hand. “Will you marry me?”

Everyone grew silent. Jushiro looked stunned for a second, then glanced at his parents. He blinked several times and inhaled deeply.

He leaped into Shunsui's arms, “Yes! Yes, yes yes.”

young shunsui loves ukitake especially when he is holding his daughter...sister.

"you look adorable holding a child" - @missingkitsune

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