#and even if he could they wouldnt recognise him

[exxistential-nightmare]

Thinking about Keres and his beautiful wife. My poor sad hexblood boy, a wreck of a man, doomed by the narrative, doomed by the actors and the setting and still so hopeful. He pines for his family, though in the same city hes invisible to them.

Art by @filibusterfrog

[romionarry]

the rituals are intricate and very comical

[windupaidoneus]

there are certain things i do not feel comfortable saying just any fictional character is capable of doing like if i establish a backstory for an oc that involves npcs i find that some things are off limits with a great majority. but with these side content garlean generals its like. Well they were made to be the worst of the worst i don't know if anything is beyond them

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

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[akutasoda]

helloo aventurine, blade, jing yuan and sunday with a teen reader like ai hoshino?

(reader is a talented and captivating idol/singer, but outside of their idol persona they are sort of empty, trying to understand love and often doing self-destructive things while doing so)

an idols mirage

synopsis - how are they with someone like ai

includes - blade, jing yuan, aventurine, sunday

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight angst, wc - 804

blade ★↷

↪he was never one to be into, or even care about idols and celebrities. he saw no appeal in them and rather honestly thought it was a useless thing to care about and so he'd rather not even be aware of such things

↪blade rarely even looked on any kind of social media, only when kafka (or even silver wolf) would send him something and even then he barely paid attention to what was sent to him, so it was always a surprise to anyone that he knew you, one of biggest up and coming idols

↪and blade would definitely have to admit that you were talented. he never saw himself admitting to something like that but there was definitely no doubt that you had an amazing voice that he could easily listen to for hours on end without getting tired of it

↪however, knowing you personally, he quickly noted how quickly that “idol” persona of yours would drop. how you quickly became much more lifeless - almost as if that persona of yours was your whole life and everything else was meaningless in your world

↪if you wanted to learn how to love or even feel emotions, blade certainly was the best person to go to. he wasn't exactly that in touch with his own emotions. however, he could sympathise with your more self-destructive tendencies

↪so he found himself looking out for those small signs and stopping them, they wouldnt do you any good and he knew that better than anyone. but even that small amount of help from him, was enough for you.

jing yuan ★↷

↪again, he barely kept up with that kind of stuff. it never really interested him or even crossed his mind and something to start looking at. so he wasn't exactly all that up to date with anything similar

↪but he would start looking at that kind of world when he first met you, and it was him mainly looking at your stuff and anything that involved you - jing yuan wasn't exactly interested in anyone else and could only be bothered when it came to you

↪but it wouldn't take long before jing yuan would notice how differently you acted in public as opposed to just with him. how emotionally void you were when there wasn't a risk of being seen by anyone else, how self-destructive you could be in your search for proper emotions

↪so he quickly took it upon himself to help you. showing you a life outside of being an idol and more of how to be an actual person, and he definitely wouldn't give up in his endeavor.

aventurine ★↷

↪aventurine hardly was one to keep an eye on the idol/singer world. sure occasionally he may come across something about something that happened but he would never go out of his way to even take a look at that kind of stuff

↪but he would admit that quite a few singers had a lot of talent, and you were one of them. so when he met you, he did know who you were and he definitely would class you in that group

↪but when you did start getting closer to him, he could easily start to recognise the signs of your facade slipping, the one that you wore for public appearance. and he couldn't blame you but it definitely wasn't healthy, nor did he like that look on you

↪aventurine was definitely not the kind to be able to help others that much, he could barely help himself, but he wanted to try. and whether it was down to him doting on you and preventing your self-destructive behaviours or simply helping you be more expressive, he would always try - especially as it may help him more than he would realise

sunday ★↷

↪he first met you through robin, she always knew the best people in that kind of industry and he trusted her judgement - especially when she was so eager to introduce the two of you

↪obviously, he wasn't left disappointed, you were indeed a very talented and amazing singer who definitely had the flair for singing and producing songs that he could listen to for hours - although in his eyes robin would always still be better

↪however it wouldn't take too long for sunday to recognise those signs of that idol persona falling, how in person you were much more empty and rather emotionless. he could understand why however, fame and fortune definitely could always make someone put on a mask

↪although your self-destructive nature was definitely much more concerning. he would end up doting on you and your signs, making sure that that behaviour of yours was reduced as much as possible, and for however long it took.

taglist - @little-miss-chaoss, @frankiesteinn

[masterwolftfs]

It was another one of those days. Rain crashing down, everyone looking pissed or gloomy, and you felt like absolute shit, aimlessly wandering about the town square, nothing to do, nowhere to go. You'd found yourself going in and out of various stores, seeing if you could perhaps buy anything to cheer you up, but nothing had worked so far. So here you were, £50 poorer with nothing to show for it other than a few bits and bobs that you couldnt remember buying.

Your phone buzzed, so you checked it. Another overdue bill notification, you sighed. Was that the fifth now? You'd lost count. Overwhelmed, you ducked into an alley, resisting the urge to breakdown and cry, and sunk to the ground, face in your hands, trying desperately not to break.

Things seemed hopeless, and they had for a while.

The rain kept pouring down, chilling you to the bone, and that snapped you out of it. You looked around for an overhang to sit under, some shelter, and saw it. A leather jacket, just abandoned by a trash can. You'd already sank low enough, you figured, so why not put it on for some warmth? You stumbled over to it and wrapped it around your cold frame. Underneath it was a beer bottle, completely sealed. What the hell, you thought, and picked it up. Hesitant to drink it, you didnt open it yet.

The jacket did smell a bit, you had to admit. A combination of wet leather, smell from being in proximity with the trash, and was that weed? But it was warmer with it on, and even if it didnt protect from the rain, it was better with it than without.

Absentmindedly, you found yourself walking back around the streets, heading back on the route youd initially come, then taking a few turns til you were in a place you didnt recognise. Everythings fine, you thought, and didnt worry. You found yourself knocking on someones door, and waiting. Why did you knock here? You thought, but you couodnt figure it out. After a long wait, the door opened to a man who shouldve looked terrifying to you, but you werent scared at all. He was short, and lean, but he was covered in piercings and tatts, his hair styled up into a bright blue and green mohawk. Not the kind of man youd want or expect to meet, but your body seemed to instinctively go in for the hug, and his stern face seemed to smile at you warmly. He kissed you, and it felt like you were short circuiting, your brain forgetting how to function, how to think, and for a second, you felt nothing but lust for this man in front of you. He stopped the kiss, and you returned to your normal self. Dazed, you followed him inside the house.

The house wasn't exactly clean, and a strong scent filled the air, that of cum, piss, cheap deoderant, musk and weed. It mingled in your brain, short circuiting it again and overwriting it.

"Yo Connah!" Said the punk, chucking a pair of clearly used, reeking combat boots at you. "Give em a sniff my man"

And you did. In bliss, shoving it to your nose, almost as if this man's words forced you too. Your body ached as you lost yourself in the smell, muscles growing, getting you taller by the second.

"Connah?" You thought. That didnt seem right. Was that your name? Of course it was, your boyfriend wouldnt lie to you. Wait. Boyfriend? What were you think-

Your thought process was interrupted by a hand on your cock, springing it to life, the punk looking directly at you while slowly but surely teasing your cock, working the foreskin back and letting his hands touch your glans, causing ripples of sensitivity and pleasurable pain to course through you. With each pulse, yiu lost yourself more and more. A cocky, dominant personality overwriting you. "Put em on me, bitch." You sneered, causing the punk to gulp and take the boots, sliding them onto your feet. Instinctively, you stood on him, pushing his face under your massive foot. He moaned, and you laughed. "Thats right bitch. You're mine now." You, no, Connah sneered. You were Connah now, you akways had been. Alpha, leader, cocky punk. You didnt remember the punk's name, but who cared? He was nothing more than your bitch anyway, and he wouldn't be the last. Connah was back bitches, and he was gonna make the entire town his gang.

[mythicmanuscripts]

Hey ! could you do something for omega jace ? like maybe his first heat after getting married and seeing the way he changes from being all blushy and shy to being shamelessly needy and begging 🥺 sorry if this isn’t enough to go on I never usually send requests

also i just have to say i love ur blog, it’s such a cool safe space 🖤

Aw I love this!! I love how no matter the AU, we're all in agreement that Jace starts off so shy and scared and then the moment he gets any sort of sexual attention he just comes such a whiny little slut. He is truly the definition of someone being horny for his wife only.

Anyway, NSFW omega!Jace below the cut. If you don't want to see any a/b/o content then block the 'a/b/o hotd'.

So firstly, yeah Jace really is the definition of a blushing virgin before you mate with him. When you first met him and you offered him your hand to shake, he blushed SO hard and couldnt even form full sentences.

(It's also worth noting that with other alphas Jace is certainly shy, but he's not at all interested in them. He doesnt get flustered around the others, doesn't speak to them unless spoken to, and he certainly doesn't try his own very shy attempts at courting like offering them flowers or some of his clothes)

You ensure to behave correctly and respectfully throughout the courtship, because it's so so clear that maintaining those boundaries is beyond important to him. Even though your interactions with him before the meeting are very very tame, he still gets so flustered and squirmy. Once or twice he even dares to press a kiss to your cheek, but he always runs away immediately after.

You expect that he'll be as shy and reserved after the mating, that you'll spend weeks slowly getting him comfortable enough to do anything more than kissing. You promise yourself that after you bite him you will protect him and respect him for as long as you can.

Jace seems nervous and almost irritable at the celebrations after the mating. You try to speak with him and be with him but he keeps on walking away, keeps on wondering to different people to thank them for attending. The bite mark is still bleeding when he starts this charade and refusal to be close to you. For a while you actually think he might have completely regretted the mating, which just broke your heart to think about because even though you two hadnt known each other long, you really did think he was meant to be your omega.

This continues until the celebrations finally reach their end and you and Jace are escorted to your new living quarters that you will share together. When you enter the room, you half expect Jace to announce he's spending the night in his own quarters.

But to your surprise Jace is right behind you. He locks the door the moment you're both inside and then immediately he's pulling you closer and nuzzling against your neck. You try to push him away to speak to him but he whines and grips you tighter, refusing to let you move him.

You say his name which only makes him whine again. He pulls away just enough to look at you and then instead of responding, he kisses you? To say you're shocked is a massive understatement, but he's whining and kissing you and clinging to you so you didnt spend too much time thinking about it just then.

He pushes you towards the bed, his scent spiking with arousal.

When you turn to face the bed you realise that there's a nest already on the bed? You recognise some of the clothes in the nest as your own and you can smell Jace's scent clearly so you're sure the others must be him.

He's explaining before you can ask, telling you that he came and made the nest in the morning so that the two of you could use it together and you wouldnt have to wait while he made it. You thank him of course, telling him his nest is very pretty and that seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back because the moment you heard that he basically jumps you.

He refuses to entertain any other conversation then, pushing you down onto the bed and straddling you. You kiss him back and before long he's pulling at your clothes, whining when he can't get his hand under your dress. You don't try to speak to him again, and instead you just go with it.

You end up fucking him immediately. The entire time he's so needy and whiny, constantly trying to get closer and to scent you as much as he can. He doesn't calm down until he's been fucked silly, and then he just curls up against your chest, nuzzling against you.

You kiss his head and once he seems to catch his breath, you ask him what all that was about. He blushes and says he's been desperate to do that for literal months and he couldnt wait another second. He avoided you throughout the celebrations because if you had touched him he was pretty sure he would have jumped you right then.

You chuckle and pull him closer, telling him that you thought you were getting a shy, timid omega but clearly not. Jace grins up at you, telling you that you mated him so now you're stuck with him and he's going to jump you whenever he can.

[dullgecko]

Goblins being nocternal makes a lot of sense. They're small, safer to be out at night since they have good dark vision. Probably hunt mostly around dawn and dusk and spend the daylight hours sleeping and hidden away.

School hours would ABSOLOUTLY mess with Riz's circadian rhythm. Naturally he'd want to sleep around 9-10am, and if he pushes through that then he would hit the other side where he's wired and a little manic and CANT sleep at night properly (especially since his version of 'pushing through' seems to be trying to consume his own body weight in stimulants).

If he doesnt manage to win the fight against sleep at that time of day though, you could literally shake him like a ragdoll and he wouldnt fully wake up immediatly. He would wake up, but he'd be groggy and cranky and if he clocks the movement as not a threat he conks right back out again.

Its that kind of sleep-walking half-awake state where you could kindof ask him questions and get semi-coherant answers but he wouldnt remember if you asked him later. This is the danger state though, because if he does not recognise you half-asleep brain doesnt pull punches (or regulate how hard he bites).

If the bad kids know he's in their bag and he doesnt answer them after the first couple pats to the side, they usually leave him be (and its safe to grab their pencil case/text book or whatever else they need from inside without a mauling, because even passed out completely he'll clock its his friends as long as they give him a heads up). If he's still out like a light over lunch time Fabien will just suck it up and eat cafeteria food and leave his home-packed lunch mostly untouched (oh yes The Ball, i wasnt hungry do you think you can finish off that sandwich I would hate for it to go to waste).

It happens a lot more in winter becasue its so cold, and being wrapped up in one of his bigger teammates spare jacket or scarf that was shoved in the bottom of their bag is so comfy and muffles outside noise better. The cold does wake him up faster though, so open the bag at your own risk because the grumpiness doubles (sneaking secret head-pats is a lot harder in winter, there is a higher chance he will remember).

[snowthedemonfox]

okay so i need to put my thoughts somewhere before i forget so uhhh heres a quick theory about what ep 6's adventure might be

(i could be extremely wrong though so glitch if youre seeing this and thinking about how wrong i am: i cannot wait to be proven wrong bc i am hyped for episode 6 either way)

so in the ep 4 trailer we can see this suggestions box, and based on Caine's conversation with Zooble in ep 3, i think all future adventures will be based on requests from the cast. like episode 5 being baseball themed. we saw an unfinished version of the stadium in the s1 teaser, and in ep 4 we can see Ragatha with a baseball. if ep 5 is the baseball episode, it'd make sense if she was the one who put that adventure idea in the suggestions box

so then i think we can safely assume the spudsy's adventure, even if it does seem to be rushed by Caine, might've been suggested by Gangle. why? not sure, im guessing we'll be told that in the episode itself, but if she did, then that means that yes, future adventures will be suggested by the character the episode is about

since episode 5 is the last episode that was teased in the s1 teaser, we have little to no info on episodes 6-9. i think its still a bit too early for me to guess what will happen in the final 3 episodes, but i think based on some other things we've been told i can make a safe guess about ep 6

i think it might be a dance themed episode. which, okay, hear me out, i have some more things i want to share with the class:

ONE: this would not be the first time one of Goose's "wait and see" answers would hint towards a future episode's adventure. back in september, before the s1 teaser released, someone asked her this:

which, as we know, a haunted house adventure DID happen in ep 3

(there was also this one, which if the ep 4 theories about someone being high are to be believed, then this one could also be a hint of something we didnt know about at the time. but take this with a grain of salt because ep 4 isnt out yet at the time of writing this)

TWO: "but why would Jax's episode be the dance one?? he wouldnt suggest something like that!!"

well, yes, he probably wouldnt let anyone else see him suggest something like that for an adventure, but who said you had to sign your name on the suggestions? couldnt he do it anonymously without anyone knowing who suggested it? doesn't seem like he's the kind of person to admit something like that

maybe in the episode, someone figures out it was him (maybe recognising his handwriting, since episode 4 has shown us what the cast's handwriting looks like on their spudsy's nametags), and that's what starts to cause problems. the point of the episode isn't the adventure itself, it's about Jax and his issues

THREE: this is the weakest piece of evidence here but im just thinking like, it kind of makes sense that a dance episode might feature a lot of different outfits. maybe Goose was talking about a later episode, but again, i have 0 ideas on what might be happening in those final 3, so my safest bet is that this was referring to episode 6

the only thing i DONT have an answer for, is why ep 6 would be described as "guns":

unless this post was made before the episode 7/8 split (which resulted in a total of 9 episodes), i have now idea how "guns" fits into this theory. we know thanks to the fandomcon QnA that Jax's weapon of choice would NOT be a gun, and would be revealed in canon to be something else. if Jax isn't the one with the gun, why is episode 6 described that way? i have 0 answers for this, and this one word could be the thing that destroys this already flawed theory lol

anyway uhhh post over thats my game theory i hope Jax continues to get worse <3

[love-killed-the-superstar]

mikey ask game, 8 and 13!

(these answers will be about 2k3 mikey unless stated otherwise because he's ~my~ mikey. i apologise for the length of these answers, it seems i had a lot to say?! i also apologise for how much i bring up fast forward here, it seems that i'm fixated on it really hard right now.)

8. what’s your favorite dynamic of him and any other character? what makes it your favorite?

It's so hard to pick just one!!

i thought a lot about this, but i think splinter? he's exasperated that his son can be a bit lazy and distracted from ninja training, but still had him specialise in nunchaku, showing that he believes in his ability to master a difficult weapon. splinter surrendering in the battle nexus so that mikey could advance was so heartwarming and honestly makes me emotional to remember. in the first turtle titan episode even though he doesn't understand why mikey admires superheroes so much he acknowledges that his intentions are noble and he needs to follow the path truest to his heart. veering a little more into headcanon territory, i do think that being the most openly affectionate, baby mikey was a master manipulator in terms of melting his rat dad's heart. i can picture him climbing onto splinter's lap every time he sits down and being the most reluctant to go down for naps. and in a particular au i'm cultivating that delves more into mikey's potential romantic life, i think he would go to his father for advice. splinter may not be well versed in romance outside of his soap operas, but he will always be here for his kids when they need him.

(this, of course, makes me very bitter over the flanderisation of their relationship in fast forward. ff!splinter might as well walk around wearing a shirt that says "i hate my lazy video game addicted son" and it breaks my heart.)

honourable mentions for other characters i think he has a great dynamic with: leo, silver sentry, klunk, serling, angel, april, renet and turtle titan ii.

13. what’s something about mikey that nobody seems to talk about that should be talked about more?

tbh i think a lot of people love mikey and have analysed him in just about every way possible and what i end up saying is probably not the most groundbreaking take, but here is something that i've thought about a fair bit but haven't really seen from anyone else?

in fast forward, mikey is depressed. it is handled by the narrative about as delicately as a bull in a china shop, but it's there.

5 seasons of being bombarded with trauma-inducing storylines culminates in temporarily dying, going full dragon avatar mode to defeat the demon shredder and then finally they are able to relax, breathe easy, process some of these emotions - but noooo, instead they get ripped out of their timeline and dropped 100 years in the future with no way home and the studio execs wouldnt let them rightfully lose their shit at cody so instead we see the turtles bottle that rage and slowly descend into semi-flanderised madness. /lh

mikey in particular becomes very sensitive to rejection (see: losing his goddamn mind and going on an all out offensive against turtle titan ii, after being talked down the first time he raged out, because raph made One Comment about how his successor is better at heroism than he is), prone to emotional outbursts, especially anger (remember that iconic clip of him beating up cops and stealing their cars because they pissed him off?), loses interest in his ninja training, maintains very poor hygiene/living conditions, grows addicted to video games, and in rare moments of vulnerability (namely in graduation day of 2105) he expresses that he sees himself as lazy, unfocused, a 'goofball', and undeserving when it comes to being recognised for his ninja skills like his brothers. my man's self-esteem is in the toilet, he is craving normalcy after years of constantly fighting for his life, and his dopamine is clearly critically low because he is dependent on all the fancy material goods of 2105 to be happy. his method of coping with the difficult emotions being stranded in the future has brought up, while still maintaining the silly funny guy routine that his family expect from him, is to bury himself in VR. and why wouldn't he, when among the uptick in mikey roasts over the course of this season we literally hear splinter say the words "where did i go wrong with that boy?" THOSE WORDS STAY WITH YOU WHEN THEY COME FROM YOUR PARENTS. THEY HURT.

he's very empathetic to leo's own depression in season 4, being the voice of reason at the beginning of samurai tourist when raph is ready to fight him. we also see at several points in seasons 1-5 that his loud ego is a front and he is actually very aware of his shortcomings, especially seen in grudge match. in a different timeline where 2k3 wasn't neutered following insane in the membrane, i do wonder if the turtles would have been able to explore their turbulent feelings regarding the 2105 situation. since mikey and leo are often paired up for adventures in 2k3, it would be an interesting parallel to see leo recognising signs of depression in his brother and helping him, imparting some of ancient one's wisdom (and, in the great year of 2105 where mutants are equal citizens and cody has money to burn, finding him a good cognitive behavioural therapist).

i don't think the writers INTENDED to code mikey as depressed / struggling to cope in season 6 - i think it was a toxic combo of writing more 'mikey is lazy/immature/irresponsible and needs to be taught a lesson' episodes than the usual season average + thinking it was a funny social commentary gag to make him obsessive over video games. but i saw a lot of those traits in myself when i was deep in a depression hole. the show has already told us that the turtles' mental states have been impacted by the ridiculousness they have gone through. why would mikey be any different?

I DIDN'T MEAN TO WRITE AN ENTIRE THINKPIECE, BUT IF YOU REACHED THE END, THANK YOU FOR READING. AND THANK YOU FOR THE ASKS!

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

You're waiting for a train...(16) - Epilogue

I Dreamed We'd Grow Old Together...

Robert Fischer x reader

description - Robert and Y/n's life over the next five years

word count - 2k

warnings - pregnancy, and an insane amount of fluff

a/n - and so it ends! This fic has been very important to me and has given me such a great outlet. I want to thank you all for your continued love and support for this fic! If it hadnt been for you guys I probably wouldnt have had enough confidence to continue it!

Please like/comment/reblog/follow!!!

a/n pt2 - Also seeing as I have fallen in love with this relationship I will be accepting questions and headcanons on their relationship!

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Questions and Headcanons on Robert x y/n - here

And so we came together. It felt like the culmination of a thousand dreams.

We went out on many dates. Robert would plan these luxurious and expensive expressions of affection: dinner at the fanciest restaurants, cinemas bought out for our private viewing experience. But we alternated who planned the dates, so when it came to my turn I went for the simplest. Walks on the beach, picnics in the park. One day I even found a crafting class for us, and I could’ve cried on the spot when I saw his eyes light up at the handmade windmills. Of course, he saw it as a happy coincidence when in reality I enjoyed feeling like I was healing his childhood self, one step at a time.

Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. We were out on a hike which I had chosen. He had grumbled about the idea of getting up early, but I could see the stress leave his body at the first gulp of forest air. I carried on ahead as he went to tie his shoe but when I turned back I gasped. Robert was down on one knee, holding a beautiful diamond ring.

“Y/n Cobb, I have loved you since that first moment I laid eyes on you, and I think even before that.” I walked closer to him so I could hold his other outstretched hand. Tears were streaming down my face and my smile was holding back an extremely loud yes. “I know how much you believe in dreams and so on. And last night I had a dream that we grew old together. When I woke up I knew it had to be my reality. Y/n Cobb, will you…”

I threw my arms around him.

“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” I placed a loud kiss right on his lips.

“You could have at least let me finish!” He teasingly whined.

“Well I could see where you were going!” I argued back but was halted when he kissed me once more. We pulled away long enough so Robert could slide the ring onto my finger.

Safe to say, we did not finish the hike that day as we quickly went home to celebrate.

I had moved in with Robert before so we visited Dad and the kids for lunch the day after to give them the news. Dad had always been weary around Robert, not knowing if he would recognise him. But it was fine as, in my Dad’s words, ‘when Robert is around Y/n, it’s like the world doesn’t exist.’. Dad still couldn’t stop himself pulling Robert aside whilst Philippa was asking me a million questions about the wedding and if she could be a bridesmaid. All he did was roughly grab his hand and pulled him close and merely whispered

“She’s my precious girl. And I have a gun.”

Safe to say Robert was healthily shocked.

We got married weeks later as neither of us could wait. I told Robert I didn’t care about a big expensive wedding, but he couldn’t seem to accept that.

I got my wish for a small wedding in the garden of my childhood home, with just my closest friends. But everything else about it was still ridiculously posh. Right down to the flower arch we were married under.

James and Philippa were my brides’girl’ and brides’boy’. My father walked me down the makeshift aisle. Arthur and Eames were there as well as Yusuf and Ariadne. They were all worried about the risk of the inceptors being so close to the mark after the heist.

“There’s no telling what could trigger his memory.”

“Well, y/n spent the most time with him out of all of us and she’s marrying him.”

“We can’t all sleep with him!”

“ENOUGH!”

I then put a rule that there was to be no dream talk at my wedding. My father even gave his own little speech explaining that if anyone ruined my wedding, he would kill them. We all laughed but his continued silence quickly shut us all up.

Robert did not want any family there. And he also didn’t have friends he felt were close enough to warrant an invitation.

One night, whilst planning, I cautiously asked him about inviting his godfather. He tensed up and lowered his eyes. He brushed it off saying it would be too many people. I reluctantly agreed with him whilst looking at the sparsity of his side of the guests.

The wedding was beautiful, and we finished with dancing on the grass well into the early hours of the morning. I got my first dance with my father, a day I thought would never come. Philippa asked Robert to dance, and he graciously accepted, lifting her up onto his feet and they swayed alongside us.

The morning after we were curled up together in bed. My back leaned on his chest as he played with my fingers. The morning sun bleeding into my childhood bedroom.

“Where do you want to live?” His morning voice broke the quiet.

“I thought we were going to move into your house.” I tilted my head to look into his eyes which were trained on a picture of me, my dad and my mum.

“I don’t wanna go back. Being here, in this house, with all the love in it. I just don’t want to go back there.”

“Okay.” I leaned up and planted a soft kiss to his cheek.

“So if you could live in any house, anywhere in the world, where would you live?”

I snuggled myself back into his chest and closed my eyes as I imagined.

“Somewhere in the countryside, with a big sprawling garden that backs onto fields and forests with plenty of walks. The house should be cozy, with a big kitchen with an old fashioned stove that keeps us warm in winter. Wooden tables where I can cook and bake all day long till my hearts content. The house should have big windows so the sunlight can dictate our day. Small bedrooms but big comfy beds, fluffy rugs, open fires. And maybe even an extra room...with a cot.” I met his eyes for the last word.

“Yes.”

“To which bit?”

“To all of it.” We kissed passionately.

A few days later and Robert woke me up and told me we were going on a trip. We bundled into his car and drove for hours until we came to a stop outside a house that seeped with familiarity. I got out, transfixed by what stood before me. It was as real from my mind as if I had created it in my dream. Robert moved to unlock the little gate which led to the front door. He turned to me and held out a set of keys with a little windmill keychain.

“It needs a bit of work and I know I shouldn’t have bought it without showing you—”

“I love it.”

We didn’t need a honeymoon, the two weeks to ourselves spent decorating and filling the house with our love was enough. I drew designs for each room and Robert would do the heavy lifting. I could see how much he enjoyed working with his hands after dismantling his business a week into our relationship. I also was unable to help much as my hand found softly stroked a barely noticeable bump.

We relished in the days of decorating, where trying to paint a single wall would turn into silly games or dancing round to music, intermittent with many kisses and hugs.

Eventually we had built our home out of our house and we relaxed into our sofa, a bottle of red between us. We sealed the night with a kiss and it definitely didn’t end there.

Five Years Later

I stand at the sink washing our dishes from lunch and look out of the window onto our expansive garden. Robert runs about the grass, clad in soft jeans and a ratty knitted jumper. Our three darling children chase around him at varying speeds. Our eldest, Isla, holds her baby sister Aspen’s hand, and Nicholas, the youngest, toddles behind his sisters, excited to be involved.

Arthur runs up from behind and scoops Nicholas up into his arms through the giggling shrieks of the three. He bounces Nicholas up into the air. Isla and Aspen then run over and begin shouting up at their uncle for their turn.

I don’t hear Robert make his way into the house, I just feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist and soft kisses being ladened up and down my neck. I sink back into his body which is warm from the sun. His arms snake down and his hands lay on mine.

“Leave those now. I’ll do them later.” I agree by turning in his arms so we can meet in a proper kiss. His fingers grip my waist and stroke my sides.

Our moment is interrupted by a loud opening of the door. I roll my eyes at the familiar sound and break apart to greet Eames at the door.

“Right! Where are my darling godchildren?”

“I give you a good time to come round, and you insist on coming just before their tea and bath time.”

He laughs and knocks my chin with his knuckle.

“Motherhood suits you.” I bat his hand away and gesture out the door. “Make it quick.”

I turn back to a still laughing Robert who quickly stops once he sees my stern face.

“I’ll ask Eames if he wants to stay for tea with Arthur.” He goes to go back into the garden.

“What you thinking for tea?” I ask his retreating form.

“Chicken and potatoes?”

“Delicious.” He smiles and leaves.

I begin sorting through the mail which still sat on the side. I smiled once I reached a postcard from Dad. He’d taken the kids to Disneyland for a week and sent a picture of them with Goofy. I pinned it up on our cork board.

My peaceful moment is soon interrupted.

“Y/n! Tell Arthur that I’m the favourite uncle!”

“Y/n! Tell Eames that fun does not have to mean dangerous!”

“Mama, mama, Uncle Eames turned me upside down and span me around!”

“See! Dangerous!”

“Honey, where’s the disinfectant? Aspen scraped her knee.”

“Mummy it really hurts!”

“Mama! Uppies! Uppies!”

I picked Nicholas up into my arms and simply giggled, perfectly happy with my life.

It was now night. Arthur and Eames had left after insisting on reading the kids stories which meant they were roped into reading 3 stories per child. Nicholas had gone down first. Then Aspen and even though Isla had loved staying up with mummy and daddy, tiredness had overcome her quickly. So Robert carried her up and tucked her into bed.

We now lay in bed together, curled up. Simply relishing in the silence that was so foreign in our big house.

“Do you wanna know something strange?” He broke the silence. “That day we met, I had a dream about a girl who I fell in love with. I like to think it was you.”

I bit my lip to stop myself uncontrollably grinning.

“And since then, my dreams have been consumed by you and our little family.”

I tried to meet his eyes, but he was locked in thought and I knew I couldn’t interrupt his thoughtfulness.

“The moment I met you I realised that I wanted to create my own family rather than continue working for one that never loved me.”

I hugged him tighter as his voice shook slightly.

“Well, that’s good. Because your family is about to get a little bigger.” I took his hand and drifted it down until it landed on a subtle bump.

“Perfect.” He kissed my hairline as his hand stroked up and down my stomach.

The silence resumed and we both fell deeper into the stillness of the night. But as I drifted off one thought plagued my mind.

Perhaps the idea never actually took hold.

Perhaps it was me and him.

Us together, that changed his life.

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[kindred-spirit-93]

EXAM HAS BEEN DELAYED!! till like sunday but still.

heres whats been in the works ft. the ocs that live in my head rent and royalty free. might post darkfic hilal content later tonight too >:)

Strangers in the night

he lied when he said he was going to the pharmacy. he had restocked bandages and antiseptic ages ago and probably wouldnt need to set foot in one for at least a decade to come. he just needed to breathe.

it had maybe started around dinner, a sudden feeling of suffocation like someone was holding a pillow to his face. and slight indigestion. armund had out done himself this time and he was quite proud. he didnt dare mention it lest he think he had somehow messed up.

excusing himself he grabbed something off the rack by the door and left without another word. he cursed himself for it afterwards due to the piercing cold and light fabric of his rain coat.

he hated lying to his dove, which was ironic because he couldnt recall a time he hadnt told him some sort of falsehood, so he took a path that lead to the pharmacy to get it off his conscious. it wasnt much, but it was the small things that seemed to matter the most. very annoying.

he took a long hard look at the neon lights, as if proving to himself that he had been completely honest and not at all lying to his son. nope, not at all. he was an upstanding citizen of which the nasty streets of these parts never saw. he frowned a little. he was a good person at heart. if i had one he thought glumly. have. had. was there a difference?

was it his fault he had become what he now was? tearing away his eyes from the lights he resumed his walk at a somewhat brisk pace. whatever had lodged itself in his throat earlier that evening was indeed remedied by the fresh air. it was quite sharp when he opened the door. better head back before i catch something a small voice in his head suggested unconvincingly.

his feet however didnt oblige and continued down a path less illuminated. luc didnt realise he had strayed away from the well lit street he was on until much later. his frown deepened. how did he get here? was i that deep in my head? looking around he didnt recognise where he was. the lack of lighting was unsetteling but not anything he wasnt used to.

the dark was an ally of his you see. in the shadows lurk all that we cannot, or wish not, to comprehend and face. it was quite poetic almost to think that his namesake was once a being of light, shunned to the dark. and the dark welcomed him. made him their leader. living under his reign of terror as beings of the night. night. night...

it was late. they had a late night dinner and it was late. worse it was new years eve and all sorts of shady people roam these streets looking for some weak creature to set their fangs in at the best of times, tonight drunken scuffles would break out and the last thing he needed was another gunshot anywhere on his being.

theo hated seeing him hurt he thought softly. he hadnt noticed the light rain that began to fall. he was too busy thinking of his little dove waiting for him at home. home. it was home was it not where one was with loved ones was it not? he blinked. had armund spiked the food with something? what was all this sentimentality? disgusting.

he was going soft at his old age he joked to himself, features easing as he recognised the familiar sign of a deli around the corner of his home. it could barely be called one if he was honest. nothing about it was cosy or inviting, save maybe the blankets he and theo would huddle underneath when he was younger. the corners of his mouth twitched this time and he allowed himself a small smile.

his throat threatened to close once more for mysterious reasons when he suddenly found himself face to face with the wet cobblestone of the road. he barely had a second to register what had happened before he heard bullets being fired. fuck.

just what he was missing on this fine evening. he never left the house without a knife on him, a small one he hid in a holster theo had drawn a flower on, but todays romantic stroll under the rain wasnt planned. for some reason he was unable to flip himself on his back. tasting iron he raised his head slightly and stared at the river of red pooling around him.

if it was the adrenaline, the blood loss, or something entirely different hed never know, but it took him embarassingly long to realise that no one had spilled wine on the pavement, and that in fact it was his own blood staining the ground beneath him. when he did manage to get himself back on his feet he was knocked back down though this time he was on his back. and if he didnt know better hed say a vampire had tackled him to the ground.

the clarity was slowly but surely returning to him. his left shoulder was now starting to burn and he could feel his blood vessels make up for their fallen brethren, and the feel of the cold hard ground beneath him was starting to get on his nerves. scowling at the figure hovering on top of him, he wriggled and tried to assess his situation. the call of his name, his birth name, made the air in his lungs momentarily leave. then the life force slowly seeping out of him crashed right back in and with a vengenace.

his neck snapped to glare at the stranger who fittingly winced under the hellish gaze of hell on earths leader. the fuckwad wasnt even pinning him down properly. what is wrong with people these days? had they no dignity? pulling himself out of his thoughts, he kicked the stranger in the groin with as much force as he could muster and lost no time pulling his knees to his chest and shoving him off while he gasped in shock and pain. the idiot then did nothing. nothing.

now on his knees, panting from the sudden burst of exertion, and slightly light headed, luc snapped of his necklace and pressed to the offenders neck. it was an inverted cross, metal but not sharp enough to do enough harm, but they didnt know that. he knew more than anyone that confidence was very convincing, what with his line of work. and he can be very persuasive.

he was now able to get a better look at his would be murderer or whatever if he wasnt such a fucking pathetic excuse of a human being. he wasnt even trying. he wasnt even trying. what the fuck?! in any case the fucker who had long dark hair wet with a mixture of sweat and rain was unnervingly still despite lucs hand being around his throat while the other was slowly digging with the cross into the pale flesh of his skin.

luc couldnt shake of the feeling that this was somehow familiar to him. the strangers face was facing away from him so he couldnt exactly make out his features, but he was clearly much taller and stronger than him; he was pinning him down with a knee pressed into his shoulder and the other squarely above his heart. he meant to ask who the fuck he was and what he wanted, the whole nine yards, but the words died in his throat. he knew he didnt have much left before his left arm gave out. he could avoid hypovolemia only so many times.

he pressed the metal further into the assailants neck to force himself to stay conscious till he drew blood. and then he chuckled. the audacity. luc would be lying if he said he wasnt starting to feel on edge. fuckass was laughing at him and his heart was pounding in his ears still. tonight wasnt going to end well.

"fuck you" was the only thing luc managed. short and sweet. he made sure to spit it with as much venom he could. and the dark haired stranger let out another chuckle.

"if you wanted me dead you would have killed me already. whats the hold up?" well he wasnt wrong he thought, seething. the faster he got rid of the dipshit the better, but he still didnt figure out who he was or how he knew his name. could this all be a very very badly times coencidence and nothing more? stranger things have happened.

his thoughts were ricocheting off of each other and his head was filling with useless shit. what the hell was wrong with him tonight? and the smirk. bastard. the smirk was making whatever blood still in his system boil. finally, what seemed to be an eternity later, tall dark and fucking incompetent craned his neck and turned to look at luc

"havent you recognised me yet old man?" dick. i still had no idea who he was, but my subconscious was starting to put 2 and 2 together.

"were the same age fuckass." any moment now i could feel it. on the tip of my tongue. come on. so close

"i wear it better." he grinned and something in my chest stopped, skipped a beat, and dropped all together. how? when? why? who?

lucs eyes widened, and the strangers grin broadened. "missed me?" he asked. the fucking nerve on this man was unreal. old habits die hard i suppose. good thing too. he could no longer keep his eyes open.

falling to the cold ground for the third time that same evening, luc never felt so ridiculous in his life. there was no fucking way in fucking hell his unspoken dying words were going to be the name of his ex.

frankly he couldnt come up with something more pathetic if he tried. if this was it he was going cursing him till his ears bled from the profanities. there was no gracious way to go about bleeding out in your exs arms. he was cornered. fuck.

despite everything he called out to him. barely above a whisper. the reply was somehow even quieter, but to his own ears it could be heard on the other side of the country.

"right here".

a last stupid thought crossed his mind. biting his lip luc muttered something that made titi snort and bonk his head with his own. smiling slightly, he knew hed be fine. he closed his eyes.

"thats what you said."

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heres a mercy doodle to make up for my atrocious everything <3

will picked her the flower :')

all rights reserved to @sunshines-child lol. serotonin is one hell of a drug lemme tell u

i got sidetracked like 17 times writing this. like it was supposed to be 2 paragraphs but my brain was like lol nope. gotta set the scene. jerk

also, not proofread. i have no idea if the tenses and pronouns make any sense. rip my last braincell. idk its whatever. for the wiggles :D

also also, this is not at all what i had in mind. purely off the top of my head. w i l d.

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Shit take no one wants but Danny wouldnt trust any of the batfam. Like not a one of them.

Boy isnt trained like they are to notice peoples habits and tiks but he has one hell or a vibe check. He can’t tell they are hiding something everytime one approached him to try and see if hes a mata and or alright.

Some of them are clearly not ok by a living human standard but Danny isnt gonna out himself to weird vibe strangers. He didn’t even tell his sister now did he? He probably would t have told(watch this) Tucker and Sam if they hadn’t of been there.

Now I aint sayin he wouldnt reach out as Phantom to like check on their ectoplasm and maybe help em out, lord knows Jason could use some helpin out in that department. I also aint sayin the batfam would figure him out, they do be smart. But if Danny is in Gothem and he comes across a Bat in gear and outta gear hes probably gonna put two and two together. I always operate on ghostking au so im assuming hes gotten better at recognising ecto signatures.

Lord knows if it’s Jason/redhood than hes gonna for sure notice that one.

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

(Cont This is the last one I promise)

Honestly i think the more he starts to realize how much he genuinely loves/depends on you the more kinda unhinged he gets. Yes hes happy that finally he can have someone to call his own but at the same time, where were you. Where were you 5 years ago, 10 years ago. Why did it take him so long to find this happiness that he so desperately longed for. How dare you come to him now. When he is this.

Eventually i think the relationship would hit a breaking point where either izana is able to come to terms with the fact that you wont leave him like his mom did or he'll be stuck pushing you away yet at the same time desperately clinging to you. For the bad end, if you werent already privy to his gang activities hed probaby drag you into them so you couldnt escape/become more dependent on him. Or if you were hed betray you to save his own heart. It wouldnt be the first time hes done it. And it certainly wouldnt be the last. Or he could just ghost you and you never hear from him again. The name Izana kurokawa becoming nothing but an open ended word for what could have been. But, maybe, just maybe, in the timeline where he makes it to 2018. Maybe you guys could spend your days taking care of fish and watering plants together.

Sorry this was so long, I just recently finished the series and I'm hooked.

GIRLIE WHAT SERIES. TELL ME THE NAME ASAP. You wrote three huge paragraphs and I got so excited fdcscbcczxd I NEED that series too.

Tho I agree. Relationship with Izana would be toxic and you wrote fair reasons why. I genuinely think it'd be better if you (reader) wouldn't know about his gang activities because that way, it'd take less time to get him trust you even just a bit. Because gangsters most of the time have ulterior motives, especially with leaders. But still, it's hard for him to simply put his trust in you after everything he has been gone through so it might even take years of "friendship" to be his lover. Plus he'd have hard time recognising that he's in love. Like why does he feels like that around you? Why is his stomach doing that weird thing when he sees you? Why can't he just stop staring at you? Why are you always his thoughts? He'd be very confused at first and that'd be reason why he would push you away. Because he's confused and kind of....Nervous? But then he'd be the one who'd cling to you after that, going back to how you two used to be and etc. That would also scare him off slightly but soon or later he'd realise that he's in love with you. But he wouldn't take that very well because he doesn't even know what love is and he genuinely doesn't want to get hurt again. So, he'd ghost you lot but he'd also the be first running to your embrace. It's like hot and cold, yk. He really needs to heal from his trauma, otherwise relationship would be very toxic. In the future, I can see things working out better.

[borzoilover69]

I think after the events of Act 6, the character that makes the most sense to me for Dave to end up with is Jake. And I mean this in a CANON! IT FITS THE STORY AND THE CHARACTERS! Kind of way. Not just in a shippers be shipping kind of way. I think they would understand each other. They both would need to grow and mature a bit to make their relationship work, and I think they would care so much about making it work that they would.

Jake liked to travel around as grandpa harley. He liked to go explore, pilot ships, adventure. Dave seemed to like just keeping to himself, and do his own thing, join others sometimes. Jake and Dave would both go their separate ways and come back to each other like no time had even pasted by. They have this opposites attract thing about them but at the same time they are both actually sensitive. Maybe more like two sides of the same coin

I mean.. i guess??

I think i see the the "splitting and then coming back like no time has passed at all" applying moreso to John and Jake than it does Jake and Dave. Dave at heart seeks attention, and even if their bond is superficial at most, I can definitely see him going from "Idgaf about jake english" to "oops! i gaf about jake english" and feeling impacted when Jake starts ignoring him.

In all realness. it wouldnt work longterm. You said it, Dave just sort of likes keeping to himself and works best when someone is ordering him around to do things. Jake however is someone who needs to be constantly enriched by his surroundings to sustain interest, without it becoming too suffocating. When Jake realises Dave will just follow along with what Jakes doing without necessarily challenging or really adding to it, he'll get bored and ditch Dave, or try to aggravate Dave into leaving FOR him because god forbid he communicates.

Hence why Dirkjake technically "work" in the way that Dirk will continue to push Jake back and Jake will continue to bite back because if there's one thing that Dirk and Jake like it's conflict and combat on their own terms due to how engaging and direct it is.

Dave and Jake are both super immature and refuse to really change in my eyes. Like yes, they're aware of their flaws. But being self aware that you're a jackass doesn't always equal that you stop being a jackass. And I don't think they'd work longterm because they recognise the other person is intolerable and if there's anything Jake really fears its being seen as a person.

HOWEVER. There is I guess a silver lining? Ish? I'd see it as they'd feel comfortable telling the other deep secrets or personal reflections on their self through a haze of vices, not because they really trust the other or feel deeply connected, but because THEY DONT CARE WHAT THE OTHER THINKS OF THEM AT ALL. They are not really anything to each other. "The only reason i trust you with my secrets is because i dont care that much about what you have to say or what you do with it because youre just as bad as me and not in a way i pity you but i recognise my aspects in you and also youre not connected to my other friends in a way i care for. We could entertain each other but one of us is going to start biting and the others going to get hurt and thats fine."

Their asses are not fixing each other. They're aware they both suck. This means they're also aware the possibility of sustaining a relationship longterm is low. But there is some comfort, in people that look like your best friend but not really and with none of the quirks that resigns their best friends to the best friend role.

[gaydr0id]

a sloppy outline of my arcane dbh au:

singed was the original ceo of cyberlife and the mind behind androids as we know them. he invented therium and and discovered its potential both as a power source and as a drug.

silco (wr600 - yes i picked ralphs model because of the eye scars), who was once singed's assistant, took note of the process of creating red ice and after deviating used that information to cause a drug epidemic in pursuit of subduing the humans and making them vulnerable to an android uprising.

silco and vander (tw400) meet and philosophise about the future of androids. after days of talking and interfacing they come up with the plan to overthrow cyberlife, rid detroit of all humans, and establish their own android nation called zaun.

once cyberlife look off and grew into a corporation his methods were considered unethical and he was ousted.

viktor (rk100) was one of the first cyberlife prototypes ever made. he was not shut down properly when he was disposed of and remained in critical stasis for months before being discovered by sky who is a robotics student. she took him in and brought him back online. she had very limited supplies to work with so viktor was left with a much shorter life expectancy than other androids and requiring mobility aids and routine maintenance. when clothed he can pass as a disabled human fairly well and he lives a pretty normal life with sky. he enrols in her university and studies in the same robotics lab hoping to learn how to better repair himself.

heimerdinger is a professor at the university. he is a little person and he has a pet dachshund who is like 15 yo but still in perfect health somehow. she is never on a leash she just follows him around and minds her own business. sometimes he plays ukulele in the quad.

jayce (jt200) is from a speciality line of androids designed for talis industries. they can withstand radiation and extreme weather conditions unlike other cyberlife models. this tech is very expensive and talis bought the rights to it when they commissioned the androids from cyberlife so the jt200s are more resilient than any other model and they are exclusive to talis assembly plants where they are used to handle hazardous materials. most people dont even know this model exists.

cyberlife may have a monopoly on the american android market but talis are also a tech giant and produce parts viktor could use to repair himself. stealing from cyberlife is too risky for him since he could get recognised as an android so he chooses to infiltrate talis instead. thats when he runs into jayce and spreads the deviancy virus to him. oops viktor is ra9 who didnt see this coming.

since jayce is such a unique model he is also able to blend in with humans pretty well and studies with viktor and sky at the university.

years pass and the deviancy virus spreads throughout the country until the problem becomes unignorable. cyberlife sends their newest and brightest prototype caitlyn (rk800) out for a test mission and she passes with flying colours. this moment could not have come soon enough. the public is starting to become aware of deviants and cyberlife needs to shut that shit down asap.

when viktor learns about caitlyn thats when his relationship with jayce fully breaks. he feels so betrayed that jayce wouldnt tell him that cyberlife was working on that kind of tech. jayce, a whole ass deviant ill remind you, defends himself by saying deviants are dangerous and he didnt tell viktor because he knew he wouldnt approve. viktor, completely over jayce's bs, retreats to jericho where he truly comes into his ra9 persona and is lowkey worshipped by the other deviants.

ekko (wr400 - yes hes trans!) doesnt really buy into the whole viktor is an android god thing but is very passionate about the revolution and leads most of jerichos protests and supply missions

at some point during the time skip vander became disenchanted with silcos android supremacy, becoming more sympathetic to humans, and eventually viewing silco as a threat. he attacked silco and left him for dead, resigning himself to a life on the streets where he protects a small group of other deviant refugees: vi (pl600 - no shes not trans thats just what pl600s look like in this au), jinx (yk500), claggor (wm500), and mylo (yk500)

jericho also view silco/the zaunites as a threat to their cause. they are not opposed to using violence but their goal is equal rights and cohabitation with humans and view zauns terroristic approach as a roadblock to that.

humans attacked the street androids, destroying vander, clagor, and mylo. this radicalises jinx, motivating her to join zaun. rather than join her vi seeks refuge at jericho. jinx very much sees this as a betrayal as vi vowed to protect her when they ran away together.

caitlyn infiltrates jericho by pretending to be deviant but ends up actually deviating because of her connection with vi

theres definitely multiple caitlyns running around causing mischief but idk how i want to use that plotwise yet? maybe give me some ideas on that

despite his unwilling retirement singed continues his android experimentation in his own private facility, using discarded androids from the dump. vander is used for one of his particularly gruesome experiments.