#and see how much of the people hawke loves had been used against her

[swordmaid]

consumed by the thoughts of blue hawke rivalmance hawkebela again (jk i was looking through my screencaps)

[writersdrug]

Thinking about Simon with a goth! gf, and introducing his team to you.

Warnings: cursing, very slight nsfw, pda

Typed this up on my lunch break, not thoroughly proofread, ending is meh but it's been rotting in my brain so I had to push it out. Feel free to send me asks about this headcannon, I'd love to write more about it! <3

Simon insists on dragging his team to the nearest pub after a particularly rough day, offering to buy then a round of whiskey. They are all reluctant at first, complaining about aching backs and heads, and Price saying that the missus was expecting him.

Then Simon mumbles something about how his girl would've loved to meet them.

"Yer wha' now?"

"My girl."

Suddenly, Gaz's headache is gone. "Must've just been dehydrated, I suppose." Soap's back feels much better, after being able to sit in the car for just- five minutes, now. And Price? Apparently, the missus was at a dinner raffle for her charity- thing, and he'd just now remembered.

So, drinks and a quick bite at the pub you worked at. It was settled.

Simon leads them in shortly after parking the truck. The other three quickly scan the room for anyone who stands out. As Simon brings them to a booth in the back, they all take a seat, heads on a swivel for some pretty thing to come bouncing over and latch herself onto him.

"Gonna hit the head." Simon says. "I'll put our drinks in- she'll bring 'em over, she'll be done with 'er shift soon."

As he leaves, Soap, Gaz, and Price all sit there in a few moments of observatory silence. It's much harder to sample the crowd, they realize, since there's apparently no dress code for the servers. Johnny eyes each person like a hawk, until he sees a potential pick.

"Tha' one." He says, nodding towards a busty, long-legged blonde. Price and Gaz follow his line of sight to her as she leans against the bar, playing with her hair and laughing at something her friend says. Her bootcut jeans and frilly top accentuate her curves, and it's obvious that every man in her vicinity is ogling. "Twenty on 'er. Seems like he'd be into swimsuit models, eh?"

Gaz humms, scrunching his nose disapprovingly. "Nah, mate- too simple."

"Feck is simple 'bout 'er?"

"I mean for Simon." Gaz corrects Soap. "Don't think he'd want someone so... ditzy- no offense to her." He adds. "I think he wants a girl who can hold her own, in the physical and the figurative sense. Someone..." he narrows his eyes, searching through the crowd of people. "Like her."

He discretely points to a woman across the bar. She's playing darts with a few people, and hits the bullseye perfectly just as Soap and Price look her way. Her tank top and cargo pants show how defined, yet lean her muscles are. She looks like she could last a few decent minutes in a brawl. "I bet on her."

"Well I'll raise ye forty - I ken LT wants someone more... passive."

"Forty it is, then. I'd love to have you pay my bill tonight."

"If I may..." Price chimes in, leaning against the back of the booth with a smug look, arms folded over his chest, "I'd love to get in on this little game o' yours, and walk away with eighty pounds t'night - because you're both wrong."

Soap smirks. "And how's tha', Cap?"

Price smooths his fingers over his mutton chops. "Well, for starters, I'm a bit ashamed o' you boys. Neither of those girls actually work here, do they? Mm?"

Gaz groans, letting his head drop against the wall behind him. It takes Soap another moment, but then he remembers Simon saying this was where you worked. The whole point of them going to this specific pub was because you'd already be here, on the clock.

"Shite..." he mumbles.

"Alright, sir." Gaz says defeatedly. "Lay it on us."

Price leans his elbows on the table and points his finger straight ahead; Gaz and Soap both follow it to the bar, where a sweet-looking girl is punching orders into a server tablet. She has long, silky, red hair, and a petite frame. She smiles so kindly at every patron who speaks to her, and when she makes their drinks, she is quick with it, still engaging in conversation as she shakes the mixer with a powerful arm. Despite the crowd, she seems to be managing fine on her own.

"Her." Price says, tucking his hand back onto the table. "Y' see that face? The way she talks to 'em all? How she's soft and tough at the same time? Imagine that birdie tucked under his wing, eh?"

Soap and Gaz can imagine it. She's a cute little thing, a social butterfly, it seems - the perfect polar opposite to Simon that just might be the perfect fit.

"And I know he's got a thing for redheads." Price adds.

"Piss off, how d'ye ken tha'?" Soap grumbles.

Price shrugs. "Call it intuition."

Simon comes around the corner, carrying several glasses of neat whiskey. "Sorry-" he says, setting a glass in front of Price, and handing out the others as he sits down on the end of the booth. "She's on 'er way now."

"No worries." Price says, trying to hide his smirk. "Didn't know y' were into redheads, Simon."

Simon pauses, looking down at the table in confusion - then he chuckles. "Yeah, s'pose I am. How did y' know? Did she come by already?"

Price laughs. "No, son. We were just sayin'-"

"Hey baby!"

You turn the corner and lean down, squealing as you throw your arms around Simon's neck and kiss him. The other three look on with shock, and Soap is about ready to throw this random woman off of Simon, until he holds you just as tightly and kisses you back.

Price's smirk falls right onto the table when he realizes that he is just as wrong as the other two.

You're Simon's bird. Simon's raven. Black, styled hair, with black lipstick that is currently smudging Simon's chin. You have a choker - no, several chokers, wrapped around your neck, as well as a tiny corked bottle filled with red liquid that makes Soap and Gaz nervous, dangling from a chain. Long, black-painted fingernails, with small spiderwebs decorating the tips, caressing his face and the back of his neck. Your arms and legs are covered with torn fishnets and small tattoos, and you're wearing a black number with a corset, paired with studded Doc Martin's.

You finally pull away and look at the rest of them. "Sorry- nice to finally meet the lot of you." You say, shaking each one of their hands. Your eyes are striking, with full, dark lashes, eyeliner, and red contacts. Gages and a bull ring, too. Soap feels a shiver run up his spine when he looks at you head on, and Gaz hasn't picked his jaw up off the floor since you came around.

"Erm-" Price clears his throat, "pardon us- call me John. This is Kyle, and Johnny." He gestures to the other two, still watching you with a mix of curiosity and awe.

"I've heard so much about you. It's good to put names to the face." You say with a smile, shaking the other two's hands. Gaz manages to smile a bit, but Soap has the same shocked expression plastered onto his face.

Simon has a love-drunk, black-smudged smile on his lips as you sit down in his lap. "She's been wantin' t' meet you all for a while, now. Sorry I kept 'er a secret."

"To be fair, I'm usually hard to find." You say, grabbing a napkin and wiping the lipstick off Simon's face. "I'm either here, at class, or roaming around and people-watching... at night, of course. People are more interesting when it's dark out." You traced a fingernail along his jugular as he stared up at you.

"John 'ere knew you were a redhead."

"How?! Oh my god- are my roots showing?"

"Nah, luvie, he's just observant. 'S our job." Simon places a kiss to your forehead. You smiled, leaning into the kiss.

"Oh, kitchen's about to close. You wanna split a burger, Si?"

"Sure, get what you like."

"'S no onions ok?"

"Fine w' me - chips?"

"You know it." You giggle, making a show of squishing his cheek and biting it. You turn to the rest of his team with a smile. "You boys hungry?"

Price is the first one to speak, taking a heavy breath in, causing Soap and Gaz to finally snap out of their trance. "Erm- whatever you get, we'll do the same. On us tonight."

"Oooh, you sure?" You asked, raising your eyebrows. Simon looked at Price curiously.

"You positive, cap?"

Price nodded. "Lost a bet."

Simon looks even more concerned. You pat his shoulder and stand up. "I'll go punch it in, be right back." You give him a peck on the cheek, and begin to walk away - Simon's attention returns to you as he hooks a finger in the chain choker around your neck and tugs you back.

Soap, Gaz, and Price all watch, stupefied, as you land back in Simon's lap with a giggle. He grabs your chin between his thick fingers and kisses you on the lips, shamelessly letting his tongue slide past your teeth and squeezing your thigh. You laugh into the kiss, letting him devour you for a moment, before tapping his cheek and breaking away.

"I got fifteen minutes to put everyone's order in, Si."

"That's plenty of time, dove."

"Yeah, but then kitchen will get mad for doing it last minute, and I don't want-"

He chuckles, gently shoving out off of his lap and smacking your rump through your skirt. "You're fine, go on."

You smile, then disappear behind the booth, boots thudding against the hardwood floors.

Simon looks back at the three of them - Soap is staring between you and him, a blush covering his face. Gaz immediately turns to look at the wall, scratching his chin, and Price is gazing into his whiskey, though there's a lingering surprise in his eyes.

"So- what bet?" Simon asks, adjusting his hips; Soap notices his hand reaching down to palm at the fabric over his groin. "I don' remember bettin' nothin'."

"We weren't bettin' on ye pullin' her out ye pockets, LT." Soap comments, trying to avoid Simon's eyes. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out forty pounds, slapping it onto the table.

"It makes sense..." Gaz, chimes in. "With your whole skeleton look, she fits you."

Simon slowly smiles, understanding what they had bet on. "Oh... I see. Lemme guess - you thought I's with someone more... simple? Lile that blonde at the bar, is tha' right?"

"Tha's what I said!!" Soap exclaims, dropping his fist to the table. "You got te give me credit fer pointin' t' a swimsuit model first, aye?"

"Oh- because every bloke on earth is shallow enough to care about swimsuit models." Gaz scoffs. "I at least picked someone who didn't look so bloody helpless." He gestures to the girl playing darts with her friends. "You don't even know if the other girl's a model."

"Well, one can imagine..."

"Feel as though I's the closest..." Price mutters under his breath, making the other two glare at him.

"Ye were not."

"Get off your high horse, cap-"

"Well- try this." Simon leans on his forearms with a smug look on his face. "My bird? She's a model, and she's a black-belt in Judo, and-" he looks at Price- "she's a natural redhead."

They all look between Simon and you, as you stand behind the bar and punch their orders in, laughing with the other redhead. Their eyes would drop onto the table if they were any wider.

"You sly dog-" Gas comments with a chuckle.

"I don' believe ye." Soap says, crossing his arms. "Wha' kind o' model?"

"Lingerie."

Price chokes on his whiskey.

"Bullshit." Soap snaps. "Pictures or ye lyin'."

"Nah." Simon sighs, leaning back in his seat and daking a sip of his whiskey. "Not the ones I have, at least. But pick up the last "Bloodletting" magazine, and she's there."

They all sit there, a bit dumbfounded, watching you walk back to the booth. How on earth did someone like Simon land someone like you?

Simon's full of surprises, even in his personal life.

[raventreehall]

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[dreamingcricket]

Hi Cricket! I soaked up your Tav/Halsin snippet, about them being injured and shrugging off Halsin's advances, it's absolutely sweet! I kindly request another Tav/Halsin if you don't mind... My Tav is a naive little sunshine and as a tiefling bard loves to dance, sing along and play on her fiddle, I imagine her having skirts that flow around her feet whenever she danced and plays around camp or inn's for some coin. Halsin being in love with Tav and like totally unable to hide it and it's obvious to everyone but Tav themselves. I would love for him to join her dancing, maybe something slower, more intimate with meaningful touches. He loves seeing her so at ease in rare moments like this, even when he's a clumsy dancer. 🤭

I'm so happy people are enjoying these!

Halsin was unused to revelry. 

He couldn't speak for every druid, of course, their kind ranged far and wide in both calling and temperament, but the Emerald Grove was prone only to subdued rites. He certainly couldn't fault the refugees for wanting to release some tension, however, and he wanted to show his appreciation to the small band that had saved him and his grove alike. Her, especially. 

And of course she was at the center of it all.

She reminded him of a celestial center, the hub of a wheel around which everything else turned. She glowed in the firelight, all orange and gold and purple, skirts flying as she fiddled. Music seemed to follow her everywhere. She danced like water, one pattern to the next without pause. It was beautiful. She was beautiful.

“You’re staring.” Shadowheart was difficult to read, as she appeared behind him, goblet in hand. He couldn't tell if her observation was meant to be an admonishment or not.

“I know.” He was usually reserved, if not stoic, and his developing feelings bubbling to quickly to the surface was alarming, but it would do no good to deny it.

"We all know. You're not subtle, Halsin." 

His attention was drawn back to Tav as she laughed. The sound was like the sun on his face.

Shadowheart followed his gaze. “Nobody blames you, Halsin. But she should know.”

“I don’t want to rush her.”

“Under any other circumstances, I’d agree. But we’re running out of time, and…” She shakes her head, clearing the morbid thought. “Just… everyone knows.

She finishes her number with a bow, and yields the stage to Alfira, who begins to pluck a lively tune. Her eyes lock onto Halsin’s and she bounds over, holding out her hands.

“Come, dance with me?”

He could feel the eyes of the camp upon him. Knowing. Halsin coughed. “I’m not much of a dancer. I may trample your feet.”

“That doesn't matter!” She giggled, and leaned in conspiratorially. “Everyone’s too drunk to notice anyway.”

Suddenly, she was pulling on his hand, tugging him to the wide patch of dirt that served as a dancing circle in the middle of camp. His heart hammered against his ribs, and it wasnt from embarrassment. 

He could vaguely recollect the steps, some hazy memories of his youth floated back to him as they began to whirl. A tavern dance, not refined in the slightest, but light and fast, more momentum than intent. While there was something to be said for his particular brand of ursine grace, it didn't lend well to dancing, and he let her lead. Her hands were so small in his, and she flitted around him, almost birdlike. 

“You’ll have to slow down, Tav, I’m not as young as I used to be.” 

She giggled, twirling under his arm. “I think you’re a fine dancer.” 

“The wine has apparently gone to your head, as well.”

“Perhaps. Or maybe it's just good company.”

The music slowed, and their pace changed. They circled each other, hand in hand. She held his gaze, not defiantly, but with tender trust. He hoped beyond hope he wasn't reading too far into her gaze. 

There was an ease to her here he hadn't seen before. The weight she carried throughout the battle at the goblin camp (and how fierce she had been, she had torn through their ranks like a diving hawk) had seemingly lifted. She wasn't a warrior, her hands were gentle as they gripped his, and so small. He loved her already, but even more so like this, when she was unburdened.

He wondered if this was what she was usually like, sans tadpole. There’s a terrible pang in his chest at the thought: that her days were numbered, that she might be doomed. It's quickly followed by a wash of righteous fury. It wouldn't happen. He wouldn't let it. 

She stepped in close. Their palms pressed together, chests nearly touching, and he nearly stopped breathing. She was so close, if he only leaned down, their lips would touch. He was halfway to her, his rational brain screaming to stop and his instincts screaming to kiss her until she couldn't breathe.

And then she pulled away, dropping into a curtsy. The song was over. 

There was already a  buzzing flock of people vying for her attention. Halsin released her hand and bowed out of the center of camp, excusing himself as she leaped onto a rock to begin a new number. 

It had been a long, long time since anyone had made him feel this way. 

He rolled into the grass, reveling in the coolness against his heated skin, and prepared to trance. 

Halsin smelled her before he saw her. Lilac and honeysuckle and musk, and the scent of the open road. She moved to lay beside him in the grass, and whispered, "Can I join you? Everyone is quite drunk, Karlach is sleeping in my tent for some reason, and I’m getting really tired."

"Of course."

He didn't expect her to nestle into his side, his heart began to hammer in his chest, his skin became hot. 

She gazed upwards, and pointed into the sky, at a smattering of stars. "That's the huntsman." Her hand drops back down. "At least I think it is. We didn't have much time for stargazing at home, and the city lights are so bright. But here? I feel I can see every single one."

Halsin pointed upward himself, “The… spine of the dragon? I realize… I don’t know exactly how to say it in common, that’s as close as I can get.”

She hummed. “I can see it. With the wings, there.” She gestured lazily, and he became aware of how close she was for the second time that night. He was less intimidated by his own feelings here, without the watchful eyes of the party, and only the music of night time insects, the grass rising around them like a shelter. She turned her face toward him, blinking slowly, and clearly holding back a yawn. “I think… I’ll just sleep here.”

“That’s fine by me.”

The rhythm of her breathing slows and evens out, and he brushes a stray lock of hair away from her cheek, running his thumb over the apple of her cheek. 

Tomorrow, she would take up her burdens again. She would brave her future with the noble ferocity he had come to admire, he was sure, but he would miss this carefree night. 

Whatever it took, he’d ensure she had many more to come.

[foxx-queen]

there's something fascinating to me about the fact that mythal's fragmented spirit went on to try and help the world. we don't know how much her spirit was fragmented, or how many pieces there were, but I think this appeals to me because it does connect with lore from the previous games

veilguard all but confirms the popular theory that andraste carried a piece of mythal's spirit. people have been talking about the mythal/flemeth/andraste similarities for years! morrigans cryptic comments seem to tell us that that same fragment later came to flemeth after she was 'betrayed by those sworn to love her', which is I think confirming the version of flemeths backstory that she was married to a poor poet who sold her to a lord, who then killed the husband and imprisoned her.

whatever her faults, flemeth has frequently popped up to help when the world needs it. we know she's spent time with the dalish over however many centuries, since they have their own name for her. even just looking at the previous games - we wouldn't be here without her. the warden? dead. hawke? dead. inky? lasts a little longer maybe, but still dead. I defs wouldn't say she was a 'benign' influence like emmrich says, but if not for her intervention, we simply wouldn't be here.

but there's other stories throughout the history of thedas that have been attributed to mythal.

there's yavana, an antivan witch thought to be a daughter of flemeth, who's protecting high dragons since they'd vanished from the world prior to the start of the dragon age, who is implied to contain a fragment. (this also makes me wonder, if this is a separate fragment of mythal, did flemeth go around finding her fragments and putting them to use? is this a fragment of the fragment flemeth contained? many questions)

there's tyrdda bright-axe, the mother of the avvar, who led her people to fereldan at the advice of her lover, a spirit in the form of an elf, who was said to be the lady of the skies. nice that mythal had a gf for a while, as a treat

in the hissing wastes in dai, we find the remnants of an ancient dwarven thaig built on the surface, the only known of its kind, that pre-dates the first blight. the codex entries imply that when they left because of a civil war between the dwarves, they knew to be wary of dragons, even though they'd never seen one before. there's a statue of mythal watching over the tomb of paragon fairel (the dwarf who led them to safety). did mythal lead these dwarves to the surface in a hope to help them given what was going to happen once the first blight happened? it's not hard to imagine she had regrets over the dwarves and the titans, and that she might've wanted to atone by helping in some way.

flemeth tells us in da2 that 'regret is something I know well'. while we don't know exactly what regrets mythal has, it's clear she has them, and it's easy to see that she might be watching over this world to make up for her part in breaking the one that came before.

is the fragment you meet in the fade a bit of a bitch? sure. I probably would be too if I'd spent hundreds of years unable to do anything but watch the world, when my very nature was to help it, and my only friend had never visited me but instead went on to try and destroy the current world out of a very misguided attempt to make up for our mistakes. and still, even though this is the fragment that's never grown from spending time in the world, she still helps us. of course she does.

however much I'm not really satisfied with the conclusion of her story (I wanted to see that vengeance that would shake the very heavens, I wanted to see her fight with us against elgar'nan, and instead it culminated in her just being used to persuade solas) I do think that the fact that she cares about the current world has always been there in the previous games. it's funny actually, because as much as the writers keep telling us the dalish were wrong about their gods, mythal ended up becoming what they believed of her. protecting the world as best she could.

biggest complaint was she should've been voiced by kate mulgrew tho

[jazzymarie1006]

Logan and Ororo in the two parter episode "One Man's Worth" are still so very great!

Warning: Long post is LONG!

First there's this gem of a scene. Not sure which is better. Logan believing that Ororo called him beautiful, Ororo telling Logan he's beautiful in his own way, or the implication that they've had more than one picnic (with or without Charles).

The apple scene was great. Ororo knowing that Hawk would make a "Garden of Eden" parallel is too great.

When the Timeline is being absolutely DESTROYED, Logan and Ororo run into each other's arms as Charles disappeared from existence.

Which brings us HERE! A timeline where Magneto is leading the mutants in a war against machines and super humans. And Logan and Ororo are married! Also Logan took Ororo's last name, that's the only right answer.

The close-up on the the rings was great! But it had me thinking... how were they even married in the first place sense Mutants clearly aren't treated as people? Did Morph turn into the Justice of the Peace again?

Logan catching Ororo and making sure she's safe is great! Love to see it.

Absolutely LOVE how Logan puts the claws away when Ororo says she believes Bishop and Shard. The fact that they weren't together in the main timeline had Logan so upset. You know he was just looking thoroughly through what Bishop and Shard were showing them!

Ororo: My Dearling... would you condemned the whole world just to keep our love.

Logan: You bet I would. Why would I care about anything else?

This man didn't even hesitate! The kiss Ororo gave him was brief, but it of course shows that she’s also going to miss their marriage.

Of course Logan was gonna go if Ororo was going. That's a no brainer!

Later we get one of the BEST scenes in the show! Logan and Ororo are snitched on for being an interracial couple in the 1950s. And Logan immediately jumps into action when Ororo's insulted!

Ororo is also the only person able to stop him. She couldn’t even stay mad at Logan!

Logan coming in the save again! Ororo can NOT be in any form of danger around this man!

After the mission to save Charles fails, Wolverine's ready to go back to where he and Ororo were before (this man said fighting a war alongside Magneto wasn't so bad!). Of course Ororo knew Logan wasn't going let Bishop and Shard down and he knew too!

These two weren't apart from each other for few seconds while in the bad future!

Logan really pretended to pass out JUST TO STEAL A KISS!

How he wiped her tears!! I can't with them!!

Just gonna get this outta the way... Charles fainting when Logan threatened him was hilarious! He regarded it immediately! He does NOT like it when Ororo's upset with him!

After Charles reads their mind, he quickly reveals that someone (Logan) doesn't want the mission to succeed! Of course this has Bishop ready to start blasting. Which gives us this line (which Charles most likely remembers later on).

Logan: I feel the way I feel bub. That don't mean I'd turn traitor!

Watching this now should NOT have still been able to make me tear up!!

After Logan says "Don't you leave me", the two kiss and the timeline is restored. The two are even seen hugging!

The bit of flirting near the end!! The writers KNEW what they were doing!!

Then Charles pulls up, reveals to us that he remembers what happened with the Alternate Duo and watches them briefly before leaving them alone. He knows that these two are willing to give up happiness with each other to do the right thing for the world!

I love all of this so very much!

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Maybe a Jay white x reader where they are married and she is apart of the bullet club gold and they are so affectionate towards one another and Jay is always cheering her on and she does the same for him. Maybe she is a Gunn sibling and always wins her matches but prince Nana keeps harrasing her because of the bang bang scissors gang and they all come out there to protect the reader. And maybe swerve trys to get involved.

Bang Bang Gang

This one's a bit short but I hope you enjoy it! (This has not been proofread!)

@saramusazzi99 asked to be tagged in this :)

Mentions: Of Prince Nana being a perv

Main Masterlist Jay White Masterlist

One of the main reasons I signed with All Elite Wrestling was so that I could be with my wife Y/n. It had been so long since we were in a promotion together. Instantly the two of us were put in a faction together, the fans loved seeing us together and I coudn’t deny getting paid to spend time with my wife. Both of us were hesitant at first to create Bullet Club Gold since I just left Bullet Club in Japan but Tony Khan assured us everything would work out just fine. I trusted him up until this very moment. Currently, I sat in the Bang Bang Lounge trying to calm down my clearly upset wife. For some odd reason, Prince Nana of all people had been coming out and causing Y/n matches. I didn’t have anything against Swerve and The Gunns and Juice had nothing against the Moguel Embassy. So why was Y/n getting harassed by them?

“So tell us what happened one more time,” Austin asked “Well, I was just having my match with Willow Nightingale when all of a sudden Prince Nana appeared. He asked me if I wanted to see his ‘royal jewels’. When I told him to fuck off he reminded me that he was always watching” My blood was boiling once I heard Y/n explain what occurred moments ago once again. 

I know it didn’t sound like much but this Prince Nana thing had been happening for weeks. Normally I would be ringside for all of Y/n’s matches but every now and then we needed a break from the other. Not to mention our matches happened to be booked back to back. “Do you want me to do something? I can talk to him?” I asked  “No, can you just be ringside for my next match? If I’m trying to become AEW Women’s world champion I need to be focused on my matches. How can I focus if I’m constantly thinking of Prince Nana” Y/n had a point. She needed to be completely focused on capturing gold. “I promise, next week Prince Nana will regret even breathing in the same room as you” 

Just like I said I would keep my promise. Next week Y/n would get her shot for the number one contender for the AEW women’s championship and I would do anything to ensure she would be victorious. As Y/n made her entrance Juice, Austin, Colten and I followed close behind. We watched the ring like hawks, one of us stood on each side of the ring. Just if on command Prince Nana appeared out of nowhere. “How much do you want boss?” He asked me “What? “ “How much?” “How much for what?” “How much for Y/n?” did this psycho just ask me how much I would sell my wife for? I was sick to my stomach at his comments. “Excuse me?” “I think she would make a great addition to the Moguel embassy” I was distracted from my conversation with Prince Nana when Y/n asked “Is everything okay out here?” to which I responded cheerily “Everything is fine my dear” 

I waited until Y/n won her match before I started to beat the bloody hell out of Prince Nana. Soon the Moguel embassy and Swerve joined the mix and we were now at war. This was a bloody brawl. 

Security tried to pry us off each other but it was no use. This was personal, I was going to make them regret everything. I knew I had taken it too far when they sent the entire locker room out to separate us. Reality set in when Y/n looked at me like I was a madman. I looked down to see the Moguel Embassy lying in a pool of their blood. 

I didn’t care about the consequences, I didn’t care that the Gunns and I could get our ROH trios titles taken away. All I cared about was making sure Y/n was okay. I wanted to send a message to the locker room. If you mess with my girl you’ll breathe with the switchblade. 

[nightlilly0110]

This is literally a villain death tally for BNHA. Spoilers, obviously. I…hate this. I absolutely hate this. I knew some of them would die and I know that character deaths don’t necessarily have to have meaning, they could just be casualties, but the way this played out, it just seems to fit into a neat little box of “the bad guys are not allowed to have a happy ending.” Which. Goes against the entirety of the premise of Deku’s reasoning to become a hero of “I want to save people.” The only named character I can think of that he saved was Eri (not counting rescuing Bakugou from the League, Iida from Stain because they’re not civilians, feel free to tell me any others I missed) and she fits the stereotypical Perfect Victim trope. She’s just a child. Anything bad she did (rewinding people out of existence) it was done by accident, because she didn’t know any better. She has the chance to be rehabilitated into society without any of the bitterness that the League carry with them.

I really don’t like that there’s a subsection of this fandom that’s like “well they got what they asked for.” And yeah. Don’t use whatever issues you have going on as an excuse for your shitty behaviour (read: don’t be like “well the villains are abused so they have a right to kill people”) but also maybe think before saying “I think it’s good that the guy who got abused and manipulated as a child and groomed into being a mass murderer died. I think killing the murderer instead of addressing the societal problems that made him that way will fixeverything.” Your “they got what they asked for” also falls a little tone deaf with “what they asked for” boils down to “don’t be treated like shit” and the narrative of the manga has always been “we should save people.”

I also think these deaths are in bad faith when you have the hero side critically injured every five seconds and coming back from that (with the exception of Midnight, don’t get me started with that I hate that she was the only named casualty of that arc other than the racist guy) with Bakugou literally having his heart stop especially, and then with the villains it’s like “well can’t do anything about that, bye loser.”

So yeah, here’s what we know about the villains with the last three-ish chapters pending and a bit as to why I’m more than pissed about how this turned out, keeping the above sentiments in mind.

TLDR They died in vain. They accomplished nothing, no one bothered to listen to their message, and they died.

Magne - died protecting her friends from Overhaul. Body not recovered because it was cut in half (top half exploded) and only her legs remained. Might be reading into this a bit too much but a little weird that the trans woman was the first death we had in the series. Also weird that her motivations to join the League was presumably her horrible treatment for being trans but we don’t get that context until the circumstances surrounding her death. We know very little about her backstory.

Twice - Literally stabbed in the back while trying to flee. Body left in an active war zone, assumably recovered by the Hero Commission/whoever is responsible for cleanup. Mild closure in the fact that he did find out that he was the real copy of himself but not really because we still have people, years after this death, saying that it was “justified” and “a necessity” because Twice was resisting arrest trying to flee while being a non-combatant. I cannot stress enough that he was unarmed while he was running, ran past Hawks and did not attack him, and the “help” Hawks was offering him was throwing him in jail and never letting him see the light of day again. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.

Toga - Sacrificed herself to save Uraraka (semi-implied she might have been in love with Uraraka). Only Uraraka knows of her sacrifice. Has to endure in death people saying that she was nothing more than a villain, same as in life. Nothing changes for her - she’s still considered creepy, a freak, a villain. Body assumably left in an active war zone recovered by Hero Commission.

Mr. Compress - Arrested and in prison. We still don’t know why he joined the League. (Thank you @themattress for correcting me in this, glad he’s not dead but damn.)

Kurogiri - MIA. Assumed dead. Not mentioned in the final act and without closure as to his identity, only that he is still loyal to the League.

Spinner - Hospitalized. Says he’s going to preach about Shigaraki’s message. Honestly, it’s a good sentiment, but he’s clearly going out into a society that is a) hostile to people with mutant quirks like him b) hostile to villains c) canonically resistant to change and resistant to anything related to Shigaraki if those TV interviews were anything to go by. It’s a lost cause.

Dabi - Alive, but barely. He’s restrained and being kept alive by medics equipment but it’s clear his life will be short and in pain. I saw someone say that it’s “ironic justice” because he always wanted Endeavour to watch him and now he has no choice in that his family is going to be (in Dabi’s words) “gawking at him like a tourist attraction.” He’s miserable, he’s going to die, and he doesn’t even get the freedom that he wanted while his abuser walks off without punishment and still adored by society. This isn’t justice, it’s cruel, especially when we know it’s possible for him to be properly put back together (since that’s what happened after he “died” as a teenager).

Shigaraki - Dead, turned to dust after being possessed and used as a puppet by AFO after being his puppet and manipulated by him for years. Was not saved despite the fact that the entirety of the last arc was propped up by the sentiment that Deku was trying to reach out to him and save him, specifically Tenko, the spirit of a little boy who wanted to be a hero. I don’t believe in redemption through death. People calling this a redemption arc is an insult. It wasn’t a sacrifice - he was killed. He had no agency in his life and didn’t even get to choose his own death. Deku tells him to his face that his death is his own fault (what happened to saving him?!). He died hoping his friends would be able to carry on and something about hero society changed. His friends are dead, dying, or have lost everything, and society stayed exactly the same as it was at the start of all of this.

[a-flaming-idiot]

So this list (https://www.tumblr.com/a-flaming-idiot/741801196532137984/types-of-lilanette-dynamics-i-find-funny-1-lila) was very entertaining but I am legit super curious how do you think number 5 would work?

Like on a wider heroes of Paris level, I mean. How did Lila get the Fox, is she actually a hero, would Mari put two and two together regarding Volpina & Lila ETC.

Ok, to be honest, when I made that list I just thought it was a funny concept to have Marinette and Lila get a certain dynamic. Like a sorta funny love square where Marinette is doing her best to be nice to Lila and help her but finds Volpina UNBELIEVABLY annoying and outright hates her. If not is a tiny bit scared of her.

But your ask has actually gotten my creative mind going and creating a kinda cool AU idea.

So let's call this, The Lone Fox AU, just for convenience. So basically, in this AU, at least for a while, Lila as Volpina is the only hero in Paris. For some reason, Fu wasn't able to give Marinette and Adrien their Miraculous. Or never even found them in the first place. But Lila found him.

Basically Lila had seen Fu actually fall, likely while trying to rush back to his home, and dropped the Fox Miraculous in his panic. Lila thought it was just some cool jewelry and decided to pocket it instead of giving it back. It was only when she got home and put it on, that she met Trixx and discovered the power she had just stolen. Lila soon decided to basically go on a joyride, using her new power as Volpina to just do whatever she wanted around Paris. She didn't really hurt anyone, she wasn't a villain, but she did take advantage of her power to torment people for fun and take anything she wanted(mostly just random stuff like food and trinkets. She left valuable alone for the most part). Though at her core, she is just after the attention. Lila has always been craving attention.

But then Hawk Moth went and ruined it. Seeing a clear sign the Miraculous were in play around Paris, he started sending out his akumas, trying to further lure out the Cat and Ladybug holders that were surely hiding from him. He may have even tried to recruit Lila, but this whole, take-over Paris thing was not Lila's style, she just wanted to have her fun without anyone to tie her down. Plus she has the sense Hawk Moth will likely abandon her at the first chance he gets, like all adults eventually do to her.

When the akumatized villains start actually attacking Paris, doing real tangible damage to the city, Lila ends up intervening. She doesn't want her freedom and source of attention taken away from her so she starts fighting the akumas. She doesn't have the Ladybug or Black Cat power, but she learns to be crafty, learning to destroy the akumatized items with the help of Trixx, and how to actually destroy the butterflies when she doesn't have the ability to purify them.

The public definitely has mixed feelings on Volpina. She's fighting to protect them against the much more dangerous and destructive akumas, but they also know well the amount of tomfoolery and trouble she caused when left to her own devices. Which is why she's marked a sa vigilante instead of a straight hero or villain. This is definitely where Marinette picked up her distaste for Volpina, the fox taking plenty of baked goods from her family's bakery while on her joyrides.

As time goes on, things get even more complicated. Akumas become stronger and Lila's usual tricks aren't getting her as far. And this whole time since having to fight these akumas she's had a whole ton of time to think about her place in Paris. She went on her joyrides because she felt alone and unseen. Her father left her soon after she was born and her mother is so lost in work she's basically forever left Lila alone to fend for herself. Not to mention Lila has moved so many times she's never had the chance to set down her roots. So all her lying and her Volpina joyrides are just an attempt to take back the attention she was denied her whole life.

And now, as a hero, she's starting to catch on to the other things that are important to her. She likes actually being helpful and the gratitude people show her for doing heroic things. But she also hates the fear and disdain many others show her. Rightfully deserved. Lila doesn't want to be feared or hated. She just wants to be known...

Feeling in over her head with recent akumas and actually remorseful for her actions, Lila goes to the only person she can think to, Master Fu. With Trixx's help, she tracks down Fu at his shop as just simple Lila. Fu is confused till she explains who she is and starts actually begging for forgiveness. No lies. No deceptions. No half-truths. Just Lila asking for help.

Fu takes pity on her, but is also able to sense the spark of a hero's spirit within her. So he cuts her a deal. He'll help her as much as he can, but as soon as Hawk Moth is defeated, Lila will give back the Fox Miraculous and never go near the Miraculous ever again. And if he catches any funny business from her, Fu will take the Fox Miraculous back himself.

Lila's hesitant for a second, but agrees. So now she has Fu to guide her. But Master Fu also gives her one more recommendation on how to beat Hawk Moth, a partner...

So Lila finds the one girl she can trust. A girl she's both cherished as a civilian and needlessly tormented as a vigilante. She sneaks into Marinette's room and leaves her a little box with a note just asking for help. So now Volpina is joined by Multimouse!

Of course, Marinette is hesitant to help and makes her dislike for Volpina known. But agrees to be her partner to save Paris and maybe kick Volpina in the butt some more.

And with one more good influence, they probably do expand their team a bit more to fight Hawk Moth. But for the most part, it's just Volpina and Multimouse.

The whole time Volpina has been having her character arc, you can imagine civilian Lila still causing problems at school. Maybe not as bad as in canon, but she still lies and does whatever she wants to get attention. With Marinette hanging around in her shadow, being basically the only person Lila would properly consider a friend. Marinette does like Lila as a person sincerely, but also wants to keep her on the right track. And Lila takes notice. Meanwhile as Volpina, she likes to torment Marinette a bit. It's mostly flirty and she has no ill will or bad intent, she is just trying to have fun but Marinette does not appreciate having this vigilante bothering her and her family. But Lila does let up slowly as she starts to reevaluate her priorities.

But yeah. That's the rough outline for the Lone Fox AU. This was not even close to my intended idea when I first made that list, but now we got it. Thanks for the inspiration and hope you liked it!.

[konohamaru-sensei]

wrote more stuff at work for friendoes. (Kakashi x OC| Natsuo x OC | Hawks x OC | Obito x OC | Gray x Juvia | Jellal x Erza)

for @goodnightlover

prompt: "i didn't die." "you were dead to me."

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Before he could take one look into the guild hall someone viciously attacked Gray by throwing her whole body onto him. It was not like he hadn’t been ready for this specific ambush, no, Gray had been trained for this for many years and this point and braced his body to take in the impact. Maybe he had even slowed down a little upon getting to the Fairy Tail building, so that all his teammates entered before he did, leaving him outside with only his attacker. Maybe.

“Gray-sama,” Juvia chimed, her head snuggling against his cheek and he murmured defensively something about how she needed to stop, but left his head right there for hers to touch. He was also glad to see her again, it had been at least a month since the last time they had spoken and he had thought a lot about her since then, so he was glad to have her right by his side once more. Not that he would loudly proclaim these feelings, of course.

Juvia grabbed him and pulled him closer, her voice sounding a little like she was sulking: “Gray-sama was gone for so long, Juvia was all alone.”

“Nonsense,” Gray said and got out of her tight grip, “You were with the guild.” Juvia made a face and it told him what he already knew: Juvia liked the guild and the people there a lot, but she liked spending time with nobody as much as with him. He told himself that this was nothing to be proud of, but he still was. Feelings weren’t cooperating with him as much nowadays as they used to.

She finally fully let go off him and jumped back on her feet, the blue top that she was wearing revealed a part of her skin beneath. A shudder went through Gray as he caught a glimpse of the scar that sat on her hip there. He pressed his teeth together.

“Gray-sama isn’t listening, is he?” Juvia said, putting her face closer to his again to gain his attention. “What is he staring at?”

Gray averted his face away from hers, feeling a little heated in his ears with her so close. “When will you finally get rid of that scar?”

“Never,” Juvia didn’t even hesitate before she replied. “This scar reminds me of Gray-sama and the sacrifice we are willing to do for our love.”

“Well, it reminds me of failure.” He shook his head. “It reminds me that I have to get much stronger to be able to make sure such a sacrifice will never be necessary again.”

She clasped her hand together and was already half singing again. “Gray-sama is already so strong. Juvia thinks, he should trust more in his own strength and of course into her ability to protect him.” She blinked with her big, dark blue eyes at him.

Somehow her reply made him angry. He turned around to her directly. “But that is not how it should be!” Gray yelled, a little louder than maybe necessary, because the conversation in the guild hall suddenly came to a halt. He couldn’t stop himself anyway. “I should protect you. That’s how it should have been back then, and it should definitely be now. I don’t- I don’t ever want to see you dead again. That’s why I’m on this laughably long quest. That’s why I need to be stronger. That’s why I hate…” He tapped with his hand to his own, now magically naked, chest and circled the scar, “.. this scar that marks my utter failure.”

“But..,” she reached out her hands to lightly touch the back of his hands, “… Juvia didn’t die.”

“You were dead to me.”

Gray pulled his hand back and took a step away. “You were not moving, not breathing, your blood was not circulating in your body, but mine, keeping me alive while you were slipping away. And I couldn’t do anything, but watch yet again. You don’t understand how often I see this in my nightmares!” Yes, he could have checked the pulse a little longer, stayed by her side just for a few more minutes to watch help arrive. If he had been patient, if he hadn’t lost his cool, he’d known she was alright right away, but too many people had sacrificed themselves for him all through his life and when it was her it was just too much.

Juvia stood still in place, her hand still reached out to his that was now out of her reach. His anger puffed into smoke and his heart sank when he noticed the tears in the corners of her eyes. “I’m sorry-,” she started, but he cut her off by stepping forward: “No, don’t- don’t apologise-“

“Fuck.” He picked up the hand that was still hanging in the air with both of his. “I don’t- don’t hate that scar this much. I don’t mind that you have it, I’m sorry for yelling.” There was very little that he hated more than Juvia crying because of something he had done. It had happened too often and needed to stop. “I’m sorry, okay.” Then, softer. “I – I know that you’ll always look after me and I am very thankful for that.”

She put her head down against his hands holding hers and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning his own head down so he could put his forehead into her hair. They just stood like this for a while until Natsu could be heard through the open doors: “Geesh, do all of ya need to be so damn dramatic?”

[luvfae]

13 41

Hello! Hope you're still taking requests for djats🤞

If so, I'd like to ask for prompt #13 and #41 with Warren, hopefully with a very shy reader (being dragged there to meet everyone by Daisy, maybe..)

❤️❤️❤️

P.s. I'm a long fan of My Favourite Henderson and I'm glad you're back at writing💋

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

13: spin the bottle

41: love at first sight

fandom: daisy jones & the six

parings: warren rojas x f reader, best friend daisy jones x f reader

warnings: alcohol use

You had been friends with Daisy Jones since you were 11 years old. The pair of you were inseparable, you had always done everything together, despite your differences. Daisy was outgoing and loud, she was a wildfire. You were shy and reserved, you didn’t particularly want to stand out from the crowd.

Tonight you were walking hand in hand with Daisy to meet her band mates. To say you were nervous was an understatement. Meeting new people wasn’t your strong suit. You found it hard to start up a conversation, but alas, you were here anyway, even after hours of trying to convince Daisy to let you stay home.

“You’ll love them, Y/N,” Daisy smiled, squeezing your hand as the pair of you stepped onto the front porch. Daisy’s fist bashed against the door and seconds later it was opened, a blonde girl smiling bright from behind the threshold. “Karen, Y/N,” Daisy said, glancing between the two of you.

“So lovely to meet you, Y/N,” Karen smiled, her charming British accent ringing through your ears. “Daisy had told us so much about you.”

Your skin heated up, glancing momentarily at Daisy before smiling bright at Karen. “All good, I hope,” you chuckled, nervously.

“Always,” Daisy nudged you. Karen stepped aside, opening the door for the two of you to walk in. All eyes fell onto you and you felt extremely out of your comfort zone. There was only one pair of eyes that stuck out to you. Deep brown hues that you stared back at for a little too long.

A curly haired boy with a beer in his hand, his jaw slacking ever so slightly upon your arrival. His eyes lit up, raking up and down your body, making you shift on your toes before looking towards Daisy. Your hands had gone clammy, body stiff under everyone’s gaze, but especially under his gaze.

“Everyone this is Y/N,” Daisy said, introducing you to the group. You offered them an awkward wave, fidgeting with your fingers afterwards. “Y/N, meet everyone. Camila and Billy,” your ears perked up at Billy’s name, eyes snapping onto the brown haired boy cuddled up with a girl who was smiling bright at you. Daisy had told you so much about Billy. “Graham and Eddie,” Daisy continued, pointing to the two boys sat side by side on the couch, both of them smiling your way. “And Warren, all on his lonesome over there,” Daisy chuckled, motioned towards the curly haired boy who hadn’t taken his eyes off of you since you stepped into the room.

“Hi,” Warren smirked. You smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear, trying to avert your eyes from his heavy stare but you couldn’t no matter how hard you tried. He was captivating.

Daisy dragged you into the kitchen, the both of you grabbing a drink. “You like Warren,” Daisy said, matter of factly.

Your eyes widened at her accusation. “I haven’t even spoken a word to him!” You whisper yelled. “And keep your voice down.”

Daisy laughed, throwing her head back, her auburn hair bouncing over her shoulders. “I’ve known you for half my life. I know when you like someone,” Daisy said. “He likes you too, did you see the way he was looking at you? Love at first sight, perhaps?”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at her. “Shut up, Daisy.”

The party continued, Daisy had somehow managed to get you and Warren sat next to each other which led to Warren talking to you. You quickly realised how easy he was to talk to and you couldn’t deny the butterflies in your stomach.

Daisy had been watching the both of you like a hawk all night, secretly smiling to herself overhearing the two of you talk. Daisy wanted you to be happy, she wanted you to find someone who brought you out of your shell, she just didn’t think that person would be Warren.

The conversation died down and you were mentally slapping yourself for being to damn shy to start up another conversation with Warren. Daisy could see your internal battle from her seat next to you and so she decided to spice things up.

“Who wants to play spin the bottle?” Daisy smirked. Everyone began cheering and soon enough you were all sitting in a circle with an empty beer bottle in the middle of you.

The bottle landed on Billy first, Camila was sat to his side as he spun the bottle again to find his culprit. It was coming to a halt on Daisy when Camila gripped the glass and stopped it on herself. “Would you look at that!” Camila laughed, hands falling to Billy’s cheeks, pushing her lips against his.

You glanced at Daisy who seemed to be a little upset, and even jealous.

The bottle was spun again and this time it landed on Warren. You felt your heart beat speed up as he spun the bottle. Half of you was secretly hoping it landed on you, but the other half was hoping it didn’t. You were way to reserved to kiss in front of a group of people.

You held your breath as the bottle slowed and you felt your stomach nearly explode when the bottle stopped on you. You could hear your heart beat in your eyes as Warren’s eyes met yours, a smirk on his lips as he stood up, slowly making his way around the circle until he got to you.

Warren held out his hand and you accepted it, letting him pull you up onto your feet. He pulled your body impossibly close to his, one hand falling down to your waist, the other landing on your cheek.

You breathed heavily, gulping as he stared into your eyes. “This is okay, right?” Warren whispered, you could smell mint mixed with beer on his breath. “Because if you don’t want to do this, we won’t.”

You smiled at how considerate he was being, despite Daisy’s booing in the background. “It’s okay,” you said, giggling as you heard Daisy holler.

Warren smiled, his cheeks red. You watched him lean in closer and your eyes fluttered shut as his lips ghosted yours before pushing firmly against them, this lasted a few seconds and then you thought it would be over. Which is why you gasped when Warren deepened the kiss, tongue slipping inside your mouth. He had seemingly forgotten that there was an audience and so had you as your hands snaked up his chest and wrapped around his neck.

It wasn’t until your heard Daisy cheering and applauding that you remembered the watching eyes and you quickly pulled away, a shy smile on your face, your skin hot to the touch. Warren pressed a kiss to your forehead before you both sat back down and the game continued.

The game finished only 20 minutes later after you spun the bottle and it landed on Eddie, which caused Warren to give Eddie a mouthful before kissing you again, making Eddie annoyed and leaving the party to go to bed.

Karen second Eddie’s idea and headed off to bed, so did Camila and Billy, followed by Graham. You turned to Daisy who had past out on the couch and you sighed, shaking your head.

“You can stay the night,” Warren said. You looked up at him. “I-I mean, i’d love it if you did… you can even have my bed if you want- or, y’know, sleep down here with Daisy it’s whatever,” Warren shrugged.

You smiled at his stuttering. “Thanks, Warren,” you said.

“And can I just say that you are the most beautiful woman i’ve ever met, Y/N,” Warren said, taking your hands into his. “I mean, damn!” He exclaimed, making you laugh. “Do you believe in love at first sight?” He asked.

Your eyes widened at his question, shrugging your shoulders. “I think I do… now,” you said, shyly.

Warren grinned at your response. “Me too,” he said before his lips were once again pushed against yours.

—

WARREN ROJAS: 2 years later and I married that woman. Mi amor por siempre. My love forever.

[bonefall]

BB!Gray Wing (Outdated)

EDIT: I've decided to kill Gray Wing a lot earlier. This information is outdated as most of xeir roles are going to be taken by Bright Storm.

This is still here for posterity's sake, but eventually I hope to put up links to new summaries for Bright Storm as Thunder Storm's wise old guide who must unlearn abuse apologia, and Gray Wing the Wise as a Patron of Wisdom and the only cat to die on the Sun Trail Journey, never reaching the Forest.

[ID: The Better Bones version of mortal Gray Wing. They are a dark gray cat with a lighter gray "hood" of fur, wing-shaped tufts, and a shoulder burl. Their ears flop and there is a dark circle under their eye.]

In BB!DOTC, Clear Sky is a villain. From start to end-- his development is only towards being slightly less bad, but always a threat.

And Gray Wing loved him. For a long time, when they closed their eyes, they were seeing their pure-gray brother contrasted against the snow of the mountains, dragging a hawk home, his smile confident but still kind. They couldn't believe the idea that Clear Sky had changed so much that the memory was no longer accurate, much less accept the painful thought that perhaps, that kindness was never there at all.

It is a painful lesson to take, that forgiveness is not always a virtue. That humility in excess is a sin stronger than pride. Love can be a powerful, blinding poison.

They must reckon with the fact that their enabling behavior caused many of the people they love to be hurt. They downplayed Clear Sky's escalating violence. They encouraged their son Thunder Storm to live with him. They stood by as Turtle Heart's mate was exiled after her death.

For this, Gray Wing dedicates themself to early ThunderClan. Their plans are pivotal in its early success, becoming Thunder Storm's grand advisor. After their death, Gray Wing is remembered as a Patron of Parentage, Wisdom, and sometimes even used as an example of overcoming blood loyalty to serve one's Clan.

In BB, Gray Wing is gib gender. They go by They/Xe/He!

Alignment: Proto-ThunderClan

Family: Wing & Sky

Time Period: Dawn Era

Relationships: Parents - Thunder Sky (biofather), Quiet Wing, Stone Peak (stepfather) Siblings - Clear Sky, Fluttering Wing, Jagged Peak Co-parents - Bright Storm, Turtle Heart, Bumble Children - Thunder Storm, Owl Eyes, Sparrow Heart

More under the cut!

The Story

The Trivia

The Story

When Jagged Peak broke his leg, Clear Sky cast him out of the early Clan group. Bright Storm and Gray Wing tried to keep him alive, but failed.

Xey watched him die, withered away just like Fluttering Wing. Gray Wing has lost so much family-- a father, a sister, and now a brother. And they will never see their mother again.

They never want to lose another member of their family.

Gray Wing is unambiguously considered the parent of Thunder Storm... or, they would be.

Bright Storm passed away when Thunder Storm was about 4 moons old, as Sky's Clan grew more and more hostile towards Shadow's Clan.

Gray Wing desperately tried to bargain for peace, foolishly believing that if Shadow's Clan gave Clear Sky what he wanted, he would leave them alone

No one can change that much, they believed. There was goodness deep within him, he just needed to realize it.

And he didn't want Thunder Storm to grow up in a violent world... and certainly not in a world where his 'true' father was the villain.

But Thunder Storm never would have known Clear Sky if it hadn't been for Gray Wing's worry. He certainly didn't see him as a 'father.' The young cat picked up on what xey believed.

And when Clear Sky and his cats took refuge after the fire, he realized was wrong about his son. He was useful, after all.

Gray Wing believed they were doing the right thing, encouraging Thunder Storm's curiosity, telling him he'd still love him no matter what he chose. That there was something to learn from Clear Sky.

After all, he is a powerful leader, and his father like how Bright Storm was his mother.

Time and distance was sanding down Clear Sky in his memory. The cats of Shadow's Clan had split in the face of his blasphemy, but many deeply admired Clear Sky's way of ruling.

His group was powerful, their kittens growing fat on the forest's bounty while they had to become very crafty while living in the mucky part of the woods.

And perhaps it was wrong to throw out a cat with three legs, seeing as how Thunder Storm had grown into a decent hunter...

But Turtle Heart's mate had never been able to learn how to hunt. Bumble could barely climb a tree, and her fumbling claws couldn't even catch a fish.

When Turtle Heart died retrieving her kittens, Tall Shadow announced that Bumble would need to catch her fair share, or be cast out. She did not share their blood or their beliefs, and with Turtle Heart dead, they wouldn't have enough skilled hunters to feed her and the children Turtle left behind.

Shocked, some cats turned to Gray Wing for xeir wisdom. Xey were the one who saw through Clear Sky's cruelty, surely xey would know best.

And xeir ruling was... that Tall Shadow wasn't to be undermined. Xey had seen Jagged Peak starve and die, no matter how hard xey and Bright Stream hunted to feed all of them.

"Our ancestors spoke to us on my return with Thunder Storm. It would have been difficult to feed Jagged Peak, but he was one of ours, just as Thunder Storm is. Bumble... is not."

And Turtle Heart had deigned Gray Wing as godfather of the kittens, after all. They would be safe with him.

Betrayed, Bumble was cast into the forest, Acorn Swoop and Lightning Cry watching the kittens cry for their other mother with horror.

But if Gray Wing the Wise was saying it... surely they must not be seeing the truth.

When Thunder Storm returned from his time with Clear Sky, having witnessed the sick reality of his style of leadership, he was numbed to learn this. Then, he flew into a rage, shouting down every monster who'd turned Bumble out into a violent forest with a tyrant just beyond the border

When Gray Wing came forth to try and calm his adopted son, Thunder Storm shoved him back. "I didn't think I'd come home to find a second Clear Sky."

He was speechless as Thunder Storm rallied his friends, charging back into the woods to find Bumble before Clear Sky did.

Those words knocked around in their head. They sent him to learn from Clear Sky, and to see the good in him... but he came back furious. With Sunlit Frost, who had been cast out just like Jagged Peak.

...it was a wake up call. Xey'd sent xeir son to live with that ghoul. Xey'd cast their godkit's mother out into the wilderness. And now, xey were about to lose Thunder Storm too.

What had they done? Gray Wing rallied as many reinforcements as possible, admitting their mistake, and reminding them that Thunder Storm needed them now.

The battle that followed was the beginning of ThunderClan.

And, afterwards, Gray Wing dedicated themself to the strength of the budding Clan, creating plans for escape, travel, and battle as the nomadic group skittered around the forest to remain close to their nearest allies.

And still, it tugged at their heart that it had to be this way. The fact that Clear Sky wanted to eradicate everyone in the growing group was a hard pill to swallow, and he still had to excuse himself from the meetings when the topic of Clear Sky's raids came up.

Somehow, even though they were living in the reality where his violence was stark and undeniable... sometimes it didn't seem real. Like they'd fallen into a horrible nightmare.

It's even harder to breathe when xey have to think about it.

But they came to admit and apologize for their mistakes... especially to Bumble. She never did anything to deserve the fact he didn't have her back that day.

She forgives him in the sense that she doesn't hold anger towards him, but after that, she always has him emotionally at arm's length.

After the disastrous First Battle, the borders settled, and Gray Wing was finally able to relax, retiring peacefully and becoming the first elder.

The Trivia

He is older than he was in-canon, at least 7 years old when the cats first set out (instead of... 1 year old)

Xey were already respected for xeir wisdom in the mountain, and were pivotal in leading the group after the death of Shaded Flower, their leader.

After their retirement, Thunderstar is very concerned with caring for his aging father and his asthma. Dapple Pelt spent more time in ThunderClan than anywhere else, as Cloud Flight traveled between the groups with his services.

When Dapple Pelt died without a successor, Thunderstar felt desperate, watching Gray Wing struggle to breath.

It drove him to resort to serious negotiation tactics, to acquire a new doctor.

Thunderstar goes to great lengths to make Gray Wing as comfortable as possible. He takes care of all his cats this way, but he's known as a particularly devoted son. This established the precedent that a Clan is about its elders, and providing for them.

To battle for more territory, and to be strong, is to serve that ideal.

In terms of design, Gray Wing's meant to look like a wet beast lmao

Droopy ears, shaggy hood.

There will never be any biokits from Gray Wing. No. They have three children; Thunder Storm, Pebble Heart, and Sparrow Heart. These ARE real kits.

Pebble Heart becomes Owl Eyes later, earning the very first Honor Title.

If Slate exists, she won't be Gray Wing's mate. Having a mate just isn't in the card for xem.

I have half a mind to change all of the Skykin's last names to Sky, so Gray Wing becomes Gray Sky, and Jag becomes Jagged Sky... but, I'm holding off for now.

[mdhwrites]

Regarding your ATLA bloodbending post, why do you think some fans saying bloodbending is actually good and can be used for medical practices?

So I still don't think you can make the case for it being good but I will admit I was a bit narrow minded in my view of what it could do. One person suggested blood clots in the comments of that blog even and I will admit I'd mostly been focusing on how it is portrayed rather than, yeah, it's control of blood.

So some of the things I missed was that it could probably be used for a form of dialysis, as a way to stop bleeding during a surgery or a way to remove the blood from the body like suction does for us, it could help blood that is having problems flowing through the body and...

Still pretty limited overall. A major problem for it is that the only times it's really necessary is if the blood is OUT of the body. Otherwise, waterbending already heals and probably can take care of things like blood clots. It's not like it's only surface level wounds. MAYBE you could say that Bloodbending is so powerful as to allow for more powerful forms of healing but that feels doubtful given the spiritual and physical properties of it. Like I said in my first blog, Bloodbending mostly goes against the literal themes and spiritual concepts of the show.

They make for a good surgeon's assistant and I guess would be the best ever at drawing blood but it's still limited because it's ONLY blood. However, this wasn't even what first brought it to my attention as being stigmatized. I suspect people who are trying to say it's good actually aren't taking it from my perspective, where if you compare it to other forbidden magics it is just much less useful and much more horrifying at a base level, but instead working backwards from wanting to say the person who introduced us to blood bending is justified.

Like I said in the original blog, it came to my attention first because people were trying to whip up outrage about this victim of oppression having figured it out in desperation was villainized merely for the methods she used. That Bloodbending's origin was actually noble and justified so boo on the show for having demonized the style. The problem with that is that it implies the ends justify the means. It's why I ended the blog stating that if the point is to free oppression, things like the church and what not claim to fight for the greater good all the time. The hawks in the US pushed for the Atom Bomb as a necessity. They believed they were in the right. That they had no other options.

Does that make what they did right? I argue no because your methods DO matter. Flatly. See you next tale.

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These people also like to ignore that the Bloodbending woman didn't then go on to liberate others but to kill innocents and that THAT is her crime. It's not like Katara is ever treated as tainted for having learned Bloodbending besides by the psycopath who wanted to see their twisted art form continue to be used. I'm just saying that their point is essentially flawed on pretty much all fronts, though it's not like I've heard a lot of the argument.

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Cardan’s letters pov

Part 4: ridiculous

A/n: currently typing this on my iPad that is so old it’s lost 10 percent in 10 minutes. But I won’t write much i want to know if my Hawke-is-actually-casteel theory is correct. Anyway. Enjoy

Part 3. Part 5

36 days.

36 days and no Jude. I’d never not seen her for this long, even when we hated each other.

I was getting desperate. And desperate people do foolish things.

Like go to their families graves.

They were buried outside, in the woods.

Dain.

Elowyn.

Caelia.

Rhyia.

Eldred.

I stared at the stones that marked their final resting place. So simple, the prince, princess and high king, reduced to a small headstone that would be overgrown in a few decades.

I may have despised my brother and father, but no one wants to have their entire family massacred.

I don’t know what happened to Dain’s mother’s. Balekin probably gave her body to her sister, or other unspeakables.

After Jude had been exiled, I went to the courtyard where she had killed him. Said to the guards to do with him as they wished. Dig a shallow grave, feed him to some rabid creature, dump him in the ocean, sell his organs, I really didn’t care.

I wouldn’t be king if it weren’t for him.

I’d be enjoying a life of zero responsibilities and be able to drink and lust over Jude to my hearts content.

Balekin wouldn’t have killed me at the coup, he didn’t know of Oak’s lineage, and thought I was the only one able to crown him.

But I was grateful for Jude taking me away. Who knows how long I would’ve stayed under that table for.

Plus it had ended with us kissing, which was a massive bonus.

What I wouldn’t give for one more kiss from her lips. One more skeptical look as I did something she disapproved of. One more second, so I could tell her what was truely in my heart.

The bomb had been right when she’d said I loved Jude.

I’d loved Jude since we’d gone to school together. I’d seen her beauty, so different to the perfectness of the other women I’d been with, more rugged, raw. Seen the way she didn’t let her inability to do what the fae could hold her back, she was fierce when standing up for herself, when showing the fae- showing me- that she was not one to be underestimated.

And I’d taken all of it, the beauty, the ferociousness, the strength, the moments she let her guard down, for granted.

If she ever came back, I would tell her how I felt, how I loved her, how my every thought was consumed with her.

I placed the flowers on the graves of my sisters. I missed them. Even if I didn’t see them that often and they liked to pretend I didn’t exist.

I spat on my father’s grave as I left the clearing, not even acknowledging Dain’s.

“Mother.”

I stood in the doorway to the kitchen, watching her rummage through the cupboards for food. Multiple family reunions in one day. Lucky me.

She made a sound of recognition.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re not very smart are you? It’s quite clear I’m looking for food.���

Lady Asha was many things, a sympathetic mother was not one.

“There are rumours around court.”

I folded my arms and lent against the door. “That’s not new, they always talk.”

She looks at me and there is a cruel smile on her face. One I recognise as being so similar to my own. “Yes but now there are the most scandalous stories about you and your dear seneschal.” I raise a brow and she continues. “They’re saying you and her were involved in a physical relationship.” I keep my face blank. “Some state you stole her from Locke, and in desperation he married her sister. Others say you exiled her because she’s pregnant with your child, and you would rather abandon her than father a half-human child.”

I rolled my eyes. “She’s not pregnant, I exiled her for killing my brother.”

“That won’t stop them.”

She straightened and walked over to the bench. I noted the absence of food in her hands. “I’m surprised you haven’t brought her back. Might be something you and your father have in common. Abandon your lovers.”

“I am nothing like my father. And this conversation is wasting my time.”

She smirked as I left.

I don’t know why I continued to deal with her presence. She didn’t care about me when she ignored me as a child, a baby who had to find his own way to survive.

If I ever had children I would make sure they never went a day without knowing I loved and cared for them.

And of course that line of thinking brought me back to Jude.

Did she want kids?

We’d both had thoroughly messed up childhoods. Her parents had been murdered by the man she now considered her father. My father probably would have been glad if I’d just died.

We had Oak if she didn’t want them.

I sighed and sat back on my bed. I’d spent so long in here the past month. Wishing for nothing more than Jude to be beside me.

But she wasn’t.

So I would do the only thing I could think of.

I wrote another letter.

Jude,

I love you, and I miss you so much it hurts.

No, the first time I told her I loved her would be in person. Not over a freaking letter.

Jude,

Not even responding to my missives is ridiculous and beneath you and I hate it.

Cardan

I stared at the words.

At the words I didn’t say.

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[serpercival]

Can't make myself write naughty stuff at the coffee shop so I'm poking around at my old wips and who wrote this and why isn't there 100k more words of it for me to read right now right now right now

some snippets below the cut of a traphawk post-war thing I started absolutely ages ago and need to get back to when I finish up Mating habits

The travel orders came on the second day. Trapper stared at the name John McIntyre and wondered who the hell that was supposed to be. Then he got drunk enough that he remembered that bet he and Hawk had made, long before they had done anything other than try not to sneak peeks at each other over the shower walls, where Hawk had walked naked through the mess tent in only his boots and side cap. He jerked off to the memory in the empty Swamp, got even drunker, and decided he owed the people a repeat performance. He stood on his and Hawk’s favorite table and kissed Dish, then Kellye, then Margaret, and he cradled their cheeks in his hand and ached for the rough drag of stubble under his palm. He didn’t feel a damn thing when Baker knocked on his door in the evening and asked for one last hurrah. He fucked her anyway, dancing over her skin in a way that was less intention and more the muscle memory of how to make a woman melt under his tongue. He lay in his bunk and stared at the canvas ceiling long after she left and tried to tell himself that he was going to see his girls again. It would be worth it. Hawk would be back in the morning right before he left, they’d say see you later, and Trapper would write a ten page letter a day if it meant Hawkeye didn’t forget him. Eventually Hawkeye would come home. Boston and Maine weren’t so far apart. Maybe he’d get a job in Boston. Maybe he would get a job in New York, and Boston and New York weren’t so far apart, either.

~

It was like he was standing on the step of another man’s home. Dr. John McIntyre, devoted father, loving husband, thoracic surgeon and good little Catholic boy. Family man. Straight-laced, if quick with a dirty joke. Good at trauma work, occasional repairer of bullet wounds, completely ignorant of the damage a mortar shell or a landmine could do as shrapnel tore through every inch of flesh in its path to bury itself so deep in the heart it could never be removed. Ignorant of the way you could leave a thirty hour surgical shift so bone tired you didn’t remember any of the jokes you’d made but with the faces of every boy you couldn’t spend enough time on branded into your mind’s eye with a hot iron. Completely and horribly unprepared for the realities of losing the son you never had, the friend you would have taken a bullet or a lungful of water for, the Maine-made shard of shrapnel that wormed its way into your heart and healed over until it was a part of you as fundamentally as your bone marrow. The shard stood in the gaps between his veins, razor-sharp edges set against the fragile flesh, called him by the name he’d earned at Dartmouth, pulled him tighter and tighter until he was shrink wrapped taut over its cutting points and could do nothing but lean further in and watch as it tore him apart and stitched him back together with 3-0 silk and the kind of kiss that made promises it intended to keep.

John McIntyre had gone to Korea and Trapper was standing in his place in still damp Army regulation boots, a gaping hole in his chest where the shrapnel had been pulled free.

~

Louise flicked him in the shoulder. “John.”

“Hmm?”

She set the book on his lap. “I said your name three times.”

“Mm. Sorry. Long flight.” He rubbed his eyes, pressing out the wetness that was gathering in them. “And I'm not much used to hearing it anymore.”

“To your name.”

Kathy pulled the book out of his hands to flip through it. Becky seemed to be half-asleep against his side. It wasn’t exactly the best environment to have a conversation like this, but it didn’t look like Louise was in the mood for backing down.

“Nobody called me that,” Trapper said. Louise crossed her arms and motioned for him to go on. “I mean, Hawk–”

“Hawk.”

“Hawkeye, yeah. My–” what the fuck was Hawkeye to him? Friend wasn’t enough. Best friend would get a hell of a lot of questions. Lover wasn’t something he could say out loud. “My bunkie. He always called me Trapper, and everyone else kinda… fell in line.”

“Christ alive, John. Nobody called you by your name for over a year?”

Trapper shrugged. “It was what Hawk called me.”

“And you let him.”

“Why wouldn’t I? They called me that in college.”

Louise scoffed and stepped away. “You promised me you’d stop using that when we got married.”

Trapper gently bounced Kathy on his knee when she crawled back into his lap. “Then I don’t suppose it matters much now, does it?”

[olberic]

so the first time i played the da games 9 years ago i just picked the romances based on who i as the player liked, and my characters had very little depth bc i was just playing to try and maximize approval for everyone. but this time around im letting my characters develop more. im picking dialogue options that result in disapproval bc my characters are sticking to their beliefs. it also means the romance stories come about based on who my character ends up getting along with. heads up for talking abt my characters, itd be under a readmore if i wasnt using an ancient version of the app lol

so my city elf warden, lev, picked zevran. she had a hard time trusting humans after what she’s been through in the alienage, and though she comes to see morrigan as her closest friend, she doesnt warm up enough to leliana or alistair to pursue their more serious romances. did have the threesome with isabela. when zevran has the choice of going back with the crows, she realizes she cant stand the thought of losing him.

this time around, my marian hawke ended up being down bad for aveline, which surprised me, tbh. just so put out when aveline liked donnic instead (but i DID get the kiss scene. heheh). she eventually ended up with isabela, though i interpret the specific events of their romance a little differently than that first main romance convo. my hawke also flirted with merrill a bit, and was definitely fond of her, but it never sparked. this particular hawke is also a lesbian even though my first playthrough had hawke as bi. her absolute best friend ended up being fenris.

im still working through inquisition so im not sure who teolin (dalish, and the keeper’s second, not first, thank you very much) is interested in. im playing him as bi, and flirted a lot with cassandra at first, but rn shes mad at him for being so pro-mage. otherwise thinks josephine is cute and has been enjoying flirting with dorian, but is very much an impulsive sort than what the dialogue options strictly let me choose. highest non-romance approvals are with varric and solas, and has been getting along well with leliana, as far as he can tell.

im also not as invested in the romance as a whole this time playing the games. as a teen it was really exciting to have romance options, so that stuck around in my memory of the games. this time its not as important to me. yes im making a post about it because it is a commonly discussed element of the games but its not my main thing with them this time.

im appreciating the other relationships a lot more. lev struggling with deep distrust for humans while learning to trust alistair as an ally, her respect for morrigan, her appreciation for oghren’s straightforwardness. hawke’s love for her mother and sister, her unconditional support for anders and the mage underground, her honest discussions with fenris as her best friend. and while i cant say much for teolin yet, as the player im really enjoying interpreting his approval levels based on his beliefs and how that makes others see him.

and when my warden struggled for half the game to drag alistair’s approval up, and my hawke stood her ground when defending apostates against people she cares deeply about, and teolin’s pride in being an elf and a mage means hes shooting down his “inner circle”, its still really satisfying to me. not everyone needs to be uncomplicated besties like i thought they had to be when i played it the first time. the games are so political and give you enough freedom of expression to stick to what you believe (for the most part), so why not embrace it?