#and who is working on rebuilding a relationship with my older sibling

[ineffectualdemon]

Creators: here are two siblings who have been pitted against eachother by their parents. Each had been given the "favour" of a parent but this attention isn't actually healthy or good and damages the person "favoured" as much as it successfully damaged the relationship of the siblings who love each other as best they can but don't know how to have a healthy relationship due to their upbringing. This leads to a lot of conflict and emotional angst in the narrative.

The Audience: right so the sibling who is less of a main character is irredeemably evil. Probably since birth. Got it.

[sherbertquake56]

okay I’m dropping some of my fable arcane au thoughts before the new episodes drop tomorrow even tho most of it is based on season 1 anyway—

so some basic taggings for you that I based the AU around:

1. Icarus as Jinx.

powder vs jinx is just the sherbert vs icarus name thing. toxic father. unhealthy relationship with sibling. a lil crazy and maybe evil. thinks that they are at fault for the things around them. lil bombs? nah- little SPLASH potions. hearing and seeing mylo and claggor? it’s Haley- it’s literally Haley—

2. Fable as Silco.

okay fable’s design WAS partially inspired by silco— they literally look the same— they’re both a man with two priorities: take over and make his own nation & care for child.

you know the ending scene of season 1? where they’re sitting at the table? THAT. With Jinx assuming that he’s gonna give her up to topside and him getting the first chance to talk and saying “her name is JINX!” i could write an essay on that for icarus. they’re so toxic and it’s so perfect. also that scene at the start of s2 ep2? YEAH THAT—

3. Centross as Ekko

This one is controversial and up to debate but i will die on this hill— SO THE S1 BRIDGE FIGHT. I am so willing to put aside any possible prison duo gay-ness in this AU for that rivalry/fight. they were friends!!! they were so good!! and now they wanna KILL EACH OTHER!! it’s great.

It’s also specifically thinking of Ekko’s tree home as solstice— older Ekko very much has the vibe of Violet specifically-

4. Arisanna as Sevika

I DONT KNOW WHY BUT IT MAKES SENSE TO ME. It’s specifically vexed Ari during the coworkers era but idk it just feels right— I look at her relationship with Silco and Jinx and go ‘hmmm this could be something’

[I will also say there is an argument here for swapping Centross and Ari tho— big tree city as Ari rebuilding the records goes hard, and angsty fighty toxic with jinx centross is also good— it’s like 50/50 for me]

5. Isla as Vander

LET ISLA BE A BADASS IN THIS AU. SHE DESERVES IT— something something raising vi and powder alone, something something the backstory with silco— there’s something there and it hits really hard in scenes where vi sees vander and helps her get back up— also I look at jinx and vander and I go “mmmm this is in fact how icarus sees Isla”

6. Rae as Vi

This was obvious given the above but LISTEN— in this ALTERNATE UNIVERSE OF EVENTS I think it would be fun- do I think that vi perfectly fits canon rae? no. But in this world it would KICK ASS. rae deserves to beat some people up— got kicked out of the overworld (zaun) by fable (silco) and had to go to the end (piltover) to get away from him?? rae end prince aus are already here so why not end rae also punching people huh??? also. gay people.

———

Okay— here’s where I need some help, thoughts, and opinions from you all…

1. Caitlyn.

POLYAMORY IS HARD TO TAG AND I DONT KNOW WHO FITS BEST?? For me, season 1 Caitlyn fits best as Caspian, but season 2 Caitlyn is more for Fenris— so I’m very stuck. yes absolutely give thoughts on this please—

2. Viktor as Aax (but how does that work)

Viktor absolutely should be Aax— mr. Scientist / lab experiment / turned religious figure vessel for god is CORRECT. But honestly the rest of Piltover gang is really hard with Rae as Vi— Jayce/Viktor/Mel is yelling at me to be the polycule but aGH— ya know??? very stuck on this so I instead look at the coworkers and go “mm good yes—”

Random other tags I think also make sense:

- Ulysses as that Telchin looking mf Stev— mans took out one lil medical device as his fish self and I said YUP

- The hexcore big orb thing underground as Quixis— big white glitch orb room make things go wack. couldn’t be easier than that.

———

Anyways that’s all— I’ve been rotating this in my mind for like a week and have had way too many thoughts about it thank you for your time—

[kryannoy]

Hii! Can we have another yandere Andrew graves x reader?

genre: (i don't know what to call this)

character: yandere!andrew graves x reader

warnings: manipulation, gaslighting, andrew traumatizing/scaring the reader, obsessive, possessive

He's cruel. So cruel.

But he loves you madly. Dearly.

And he wants you only for himself. No one can get you.

And the only way to make sure you understand that, is by breaking your heart and rebuilding it himself.

You and Andrew have been friends for quite some time now. In high school, he was the quiet kid with few friends and you were you, just living your life. He would never have noticed you if it weren't for when you made him realize that some kids were bullying him with running a few errands for them. It opened his eyes when you smacked him with a statement; "You know they're just using you to their advantage."

Call him dumb, yes, but he sincerely thought they were just asking for help. He didn't mind it and maybe that's because he's so used to running errands for his younger sister, despite being the older sibling.

Ever since that day, he stopped accepting those "helps" and you decided to approach him more often. You both talked so much and learned so much of each other that he fell in love with you without you realizing. Andrew has always been a chill and nonchalant guy so you often overlook his emotions, not including the times that he can be sassy. But his demeanor makes it easy to talk to and you enjoyed it.

When you started to hang out with Andrew, some of the kids took it as you were showing pity to him. Or you approached him with a trick up your sleeve. Be it all those rumours, Andrew didn't care. He knows you're not that kind of person from all your conversations, your behavior, your gestures. They were all genuine.

After you both graduated high school, he still wanted to keep in touch and you didn't mind. Both of you meet up at your free time and when college starts, he 'coincidentally' got into the same university as you. And how excited was he to see you and the thought of seeing you every single day.

But how awfully mad was he to find out you liked some guy at your part-time workplace.

Andrew tried to keep you from coming to work, or convince you that guy is just another flirty guy who's playing with your feelings. But of course, his efforts went in vain as you somehow landed a date with your crush.

"Y/N, he's not taking this seriously! Don't go on that stupid date."

"Andrew, I understand you're worried. But what if you're wrong?" You say as you keep rummaging through your wardrobe for what to wear. Fancy? Cute? Casual? "Besides, I'm not a kid and you're not my mother, Andy."

He rolls his eyes at the nickname. He felt a sting at your little comment. You really don't see him as someone more than a friend, huh? How is he going to change your mind?

You hold up two shirts in front of you and show them to Andrew so he can choose but Andrew isn't looking at you anymore. You notice the small pout he has on his handsome face and immediately you put down your clothes. You sit next to him on the bed and pull his face to you.

"What made you so mad, hmm? Is it because of my little comment?"

He raises an eyebrow with an unbothered look.

"Because I called you 'Andy'? Or because I'm not listening to you for still wanting to go on a date with him?"

". . . All of it." He may be upset with you right now but he still savours your warm touch on his cheek before you let go.

"Andrew," you sigh. "Look, I know you mean well but relationships are never going to be like a fairytale. It needs trial-and-error. So, let me go on this date and see how it goes, yeah?" You smile that sweet smile so he can change his mind instead. Gosh, he wished he could kiss you right now.

"And if you end up crying?"

"I'll come to you and you'll be my shoulder to cry on?" You giggle at this.

Oh, he will. He will make sure you come back crawling to him and never disobey him again.

Andrew tickles your sides and you shrieked. You hear his chuckle indicating his mood has changed for the better a bit. It changed because he has a plan set up.

"And I would have the right to say 'I told you so'!"

-

The day of your stupid date has come and he's all set. He's nervous whether the plan will work or not, but in everyone's right mind, anyone would be heartbroken to see their crush kissing another person that's not them.

You were all dolled up it made his expression dark and deadly. Anyone walking by would be running after their lives.

He allows you to have fun with your date to let you have high hopes for something you would never get in the first place, just to be crushed and make you disgusted by that boy. He brought along his little sister, Ashley, for the plan.

"You're so weird, Andy," Ashley provoked while waiting for the perfect time to move. "You're letting your dear little sister kiss some random guy just for a girl?"

"As if you're not a slut with your boobs always sticking out," Andrew spits back. "And don't call me Andy."

Ashley rolls her eyes as she mutters under her breath, "Goes to show that you have been ogling at it like a weirdo."

"She's leaving. Go, now." Despite the little comment, she still obliges her brother and went after the boy you were dating. Andrew wasn't sure where you're going but the plan was once you return to your date, you'll be seeing a big surprise.

And surprise it was to see your dream boy talking to a girl, smiling and laughing and ending up kissing. Ashley notices your return. Thinking that this was enough sight for your sore eyes, she stuck her tongue out into the boy's mouth and pressed her boobs more into his chest.

Andrew admits he felt really bad for you but this is the only way to get you and make you understand that you don't need anyone else but him.

When the two parts themselves, you can see the boy's eyes filled with want before changing into guilt and fear once noticing you. And you really felt disgusted. You walked up to him and slapped your anger across his face.

"Oof, didn't know you had a girlfriend," Ashley says to act it out.

You heard your name being called by the boy after you left them and ran back home. In your room, miscalls and texts are lining up in your phone but you ignore all of them. There's no way you're going to let him explain what happened. There's no explanation to that evidence. The only person you want to calm you down is one tap away. But then, he would say "I told you so" because he was right and he claimed it. Gosh, you should've listened to him.

Your thumb hover over Andrew's contact but you hear a knock at your door. It must be one of your parents. You wipe your tears and suppress your anger.

"Yeah?" Before you could even tell them to come in or go away, the door opens and reveals Andrew instead. There goes the first person yet the last person you want to see. "Andrew?"

"I'm here." He walks in, closes the door behind him and engulfs you into an embrace. His warmth, his reassuring hug without saying anything, his presence; it all made you burst into tears once again.

"I should've listened to you," you sob into his shoulder, wetting his sweater. He's glad you couldn't see his face because he was smiling widely from his successful plan. He's sure, with this you'll be traumatized to find another man, traumatized that you might be disappointed again. And from here on, he'll have to make sure he'll always be there by your side whenever you need. Be it running errands for you, buying snacks that you can get yourself, or when you're lonely and sad, he'll be there for you to show that he's the only guy who would never betray, never cheat, and never make you run away.

All of these thoughts excite him that he didn't realize he kissed your head. Thankfully, you didn't push him away in disgust. That's the first step.

"I told you so."

[aggro-my-beloved]

Oh, My Darlin' Sam Collins x Reader Imagine

note: this was meant to be posted a lot sooner, but i struggled to be satisfied with the finished product. I've re-written this 3 different times and still am unsure about it so please let me know if you liked it by reblogging or interacting with me!

pairing: samuel collins x gn!reader

summary: post-quinn, tank has been trying to rebuild their social life and relationships with pack members. little do they know, their is one relationship david has been withholding them from kindling. when they make a surprise visit to solstice bar, however, the alpha's hands become tied...and the attractive bartender with the nice accent catches this wolf's attention — part of the pick your poison series!

warnings: mentions of alcohol, midwest emo band things, and protective alpha davey (he and tank are twins!)

wc: 1.8k

estimated reading time: 8.75 mins

“Sorry, I can’t let you in. We’re full.” David’s palm was inches away from Tank’s face. They suffered a momentary flashback of when they were kids and he would do the very same thing at their attempts to go on a rollercoaster they did not exceed the height requirement for, or trying to sneak into the theater for an R-rated film after buying tickets to a Disney feature. 

“Seriously?” They quirked a brow, going as far as to crane their neck and view the barren parking lot. If not for her vehicle tagging alongside David’s, Milo’s, and one she hadn’t recognized upon her arrival, a tumbleweed blowing past would be fitting for the sight. “It’s 8 o'clock on a Tuesday.” 

“Still busy. Asher’s here trying to kiss up to the staff to let him and Christian’s band play. Private meeting.” He scowls. While Tank enjoyed the live demos played before them, they understood it was not David’s favorite type of music. He doesn’t even label it as that. 

“I’m sorry, but wasn’t it you who said I should stop secluding myself from others?” Their slow-building anger urges some prominent veins to adorn their neck. David’s eyes try not to linger on the piercing bite marks credited to Quinn, the sight of them still makes his insides wrinkle with guilt. 

“I’m here to support the pack’s business. Here, maybe…” they pause for a moment to rifle through the knapsack hanging from their shoulder, “this will change your mind.” David rolls his eyes at their license photo staring back at him. Tank was arguably the worst pick for posing in pictures. If their eyes weren’t closed in the shot, the morsel of food jammed between their teeth was the focal point. 

David merely glances at it and deadpans. “It’s fraudulent.” 

Tank replies, “It’s not.” 

“You’re underage.” He tries.

“We’re twins!” They scoff. “The fact that you’re older by a minute says nothing about my naivety, Davey.” The tips of the bouncer's ears scorching something rosy makes Tank hum in delight. 

“I’ll…I’ll eat it.” 

“David, why are you so set on keeping me from your hard work?” Their brows are furrowed, and much like the siblings' stubborn attitudes, remain unmoving.

The truth is, David would love nothing more than to share his second home with Tank. He and Milo built this place from the ground up and cranked it into a full-fledged business with some help from old connections of Gabe. The only thing stopping him from letting Tank in was…

“Sammy I promise you—“

“Call me that again and the deal is off.” The vampire’s rasp shoots out like venom, coating the room in a tense air. 

“Alrighty, Mr. Collins,” Sam is nonetheless impressed with the alternate name—he releases an exhausted sigh to show it. Nevertheless, he allows Asher to plead his case. The younger of the two momentarily struggles to pull out the compact disc, and finally hands it to the bartender when he does.  “Just give it a couple of spins through this week and see what your customers think. It’ll grow on you, I promise.” 

“What in the hell is this drawing?” Sam brings the CD to his eyes to squint at the black squiggles across it. 

“What drawing? That’s our band’s name!” Asher clarifies with a small laugh. For being known to have sharp senses, this drummer could have him fooled. 

“And that would be…?”

“Howl’s Highway.” Asher flashes him a boasting smile. Sam only lets out an unimpressed grunt. 

“Subtle name. Definitely won’t come back to bite you in the ass.” 

“Sheesh, no wonder you and David get along so well.” Asher still has his roommate’s ten-minute-long speech echoing in his mind about how such an epic name was one step closer to a covert breach. 

“What’s your intermission consist of? Shifting mid-set and running out all our returning customers?” 

“Pfft, no..” Asher rolls his eyes, before shifting them down to the notes app on his phone and pressing the backspace button several times. 

“Hey boys, hate to interrupt your top-secret meeting.” An unfamiliar face draws Sam away from the disc, and he’s enamored by their aura immediately. He can sense they’re a shifter, most likely a wolf by the way David looms behind them with crossed arms. 

“Hey, look who finally emerged from their cave!" Asher chuckles and untucks a free barstool beside him. "Pop a seat, let me introduce you to Sammy--ahem, forgive me--Mr. Collins. This is one of our pack members, Tank."

“There’s no need for that. They’re just here for a plate of fries to go. Milo!” David alerts the chef. He hears a distant clatter, followed by a string of swears, and can only assume his colleague is checking his hair in the stainless steel frying pan yet again.

“On it!” 

“I’d also like a drink for my trip over.” Tank raises a finger and seats themselves beside Asher on the open barstool.“Have you closed the deal yet?” 

“I don’t know. Sam, have I?” Two pairs of eyes turn in the vampire's direction, but he only finds himself lost in one. A glance is enough to entice him, and though he’d never admit it, he’d be trying to recreate the exact shade of Tank’s irises in his dreams tomorrow morning. 

“Yeah, why the hell not?” He mutters, never breaking eye contact with the new acquaintance sitting at his bar. “What can I get for you to drink, darling?” They feel an unfamiliar scorch of their cheeks at the pet name but do nothing to object to it. This newfound sweltering in the pit of their stomach is something they’ve only felt once or twice, and they’d be damned to extinguish it. 

David, however, has different plans.

“It’s all good, Sam. I can make it. Go ahead and take your break.” David slinks behind the bar.

“But I just got here half an hour ago…” his southern drawl becomes even more present with the mild fear lacing his words. He becomes suddenly aware of how tense David’s stature is, and the clenched fists at his side. 

“Go take a break or I'll cut you early. Understood?” David snarls, and Sam takes a step back towards the swing door of the kitchen. A few seconds go by before he concedes.

“Yes, sir.” He retreats behind the kitchen door, both confused and frightened by David’s sudden change in attitude. As he’s wandering the kitchen to find any leftover appetizers from the lunch rush earlier in the day, his ears perk up at the hushed voices from outside. 

“What crawled up your ass?” He hears the Tank ask.

“Yeah, what did Sam do?” Asher jumps in.

“Nothing.” David insists. “What do you want?” Sam can practically hear the sneer in David’s voice, complemented by clinking glasses.

“Ooh, ooh, Bud Lite please!” 

“I wasn’t asking you, Ash,” a few seconds later, the noise of air decompressing and a bottle cap being flicked is heard.

“I want the nice bartender back. He seems less… aggravated.” Hot as fuck, is also another attribute Tank associates with him, but decides not to indulge. 

“Well the nice bartender just went on break, so it looks like you’re stuck with me.” 

“That’s okay, I can wait.” Sam snickers at their persistence. Milo turns his head to see what’s so funny. Sam waves him off and clears his throat. Perhaps the fryer is so loud, or the bar is so slow, Milo couldn’t care less to acknowledge the commotion outside of the kitchen. 

The wolf decides to break the silence when he brings the fryer baskets up from their grease bath and allows the fries to cool down. “Whatcha thinking for dinner? We’re fully stocked on everything from the truck this morning.” 

If he answered honestly and told Milo he’d lost his appetite, that he just wants answers as to why David has a sudden vendetta against him communicating with this pack member, that would only result in more questions. Instead, he eyes the shifter piling a styrofoam box with freshly cooked and seasoned fries and halts him short of his walk out the door. 

“Why don’t I send this out, if you make me a batch of those small hamburgers…the ones with the toothpicks in them?” Milo snorts, and genders:

“You mean sliders, Sam?” 

“Yes, those. I’ll be right back.” He spares him a thankful smile, and cracks open the kitchen door to concentrate back on the trio’s conversation. Sam isn’t sure whether he should feel disappointed that the focal point of their chat was back on Asher’s band. 

“Play track four—that’s my favorite!” The drummer suggests to David, who grumbles as he fiddles with the CD player stowed in one of the bar cabinets.

“What’s the name of the song?” Asks Tank.

“The Voices in the Basement Are Getting Loud Again and the Basement is My Brain.” 

“…oh.” 

“A side of fries to go,” Sam reintroduces himself by swiftly taking a seat beside the empowered person at the bar and offering them their still steaming box of food. 

“Oh,” their tone morphs to something of interest as they readjust their body to face Sam with a pleased smile. “Didn’t you hear?” Without breaking eye contact, they undo the tabs of the styrofoam box and flip the top open with ease. “I’m staying to eat now.”

“Ain’t that somethin’,” says Sam, who harbors a pleased grin. David clears his throat, now towering over the two with folded arms and an unimpressed glaze over his eyes. 

“It’s something alright.” 

“David, come help me with the trash!” Milo’s voice beckons the Alpha to stand down from the bar and retreat to the kitchen, much to his dismay. 

“Saved by the bell.” Sam jokes, before offering Tank a tilt of his head. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but…you seem like you can handle yourself in the face of trouble. Is he always this protective of his pack?” Tank’s fingers drum against the countertop as they ponder how to word their answer. 

“He’s just been wary about me hanging around vamps lately because of…some trouble I got into. Let’s put it this way, the other guy had it coming.” Tank tilts their chin up, unintentionally revealing a few of the remaining marks left by Quinn. Sam doesn’t need to study them hard to figure out the vamp was feeding out of spite, not biting for their equal pleasure. 

“I’m sure he did, messin’ with a member of one of Dahlia’s most reputable packs. Care to share this fella’s name so I can add him to my shit list?” He inquires.

“How about we share a drink first?” Tank smiles, before sliding the plate of fries closer to his direction. Eagerly, Sam plucks one from the platter and bites down on it, his fangs sparkling beneath the dim lights of the bar. 

“I know just the one.”

[sweet-little-tank-top-number]

Saw the comment a while back that Sam “collects brothers like Pokémon” and my brain chirped this Siblings AU out like a dot matrix printer:

Sam - Oldest sister, but not the oldest sibling. Has eldest daughter syndrome. Brilliant and has no problem keeping up with the boys, but often saddled with additional physical and emotional responsibilities/burdens. Both within the family (at first) and societally, she keeps being pigeonholed as “The Girl” and has to fight it tooth and nail.

Teal’c - Oldest brother. Half-brother from a prior relationship. Big age gap. Bit of a culture difference due to the other side of his family. His name is from his other parent’s culture. He took the English name “Murray” for professional reasons, but his younger half-sibs are all good eggs and use his true name. Was the only child for a long time before the younger batch came along. Recognizes and respects Sam’s efforts and always treats her as an equal.

Cam - Older brother. But only by like a year or two. Oldest full sibling and left the household as soon as possible for school/work, but came back into the fold later. Not as close with the siblings when he first came back and had to rebuild the relationship. He knows everything about them on paper but had to work to emotionally connect. Technically, he’s the oldest of the full-sibs, but he defers to Sam and her experience. More like co-captains.

Daniel - Sam’s twin. Her partner in crime. Closest of all the siblings. But she’s 7 and a half minutes older and never lets him forget it. Equally brilliant but in different ways. Always ready to sass with each other. But while Sam was parentified, he was more free, being a younger son and all. Since Sam bears more familial responsibility, Daniel is more able to follow his heart and go outside the lines.

Vala - Younger sister. She and Sam didn’t get along when they were little; she resisted Sam’s attempts at parenting (not realizing until she was older that the parentification was forced on Sam). The black sheep. The rebellious one who left the house at a young age and got herself into some heinous situations out in the world. After returning home, her relationship with Sam is strained and awkward at first, but the two eventually grow close.

Jonas - Baby brother. Wildly intelligent and a bit sheltered. The optimist. Even more of an idealist than Daniel and that’s saying something. Brings out the best in all of his siblings. Sam is protective of him… but she’s still his sister and she’s still gonna give him a hard time now and again, that’s just what siblings do.

Bonus:

I have permanent samjack shipping goggles welded to my face and I am physically incapable of seeing Jack as a sibling/blood relative, so…

Jack - Oldest brother Teal’c’s best friend. Meets Daniel long before he meets Sam and after a rocky start to the friendship, he ends up close with Daniel too. Hears all about her from the boys, but doesn’t meet Sam until later. Even in a version of this AU with no military regs, there’s still a barrier between them; the age gap and the fact that she’s the sister of his friends makes a relationship between them taboo. At first. They get over it.

[iknowshocker]

What do you think Kai would be like as a boyfriend if he had a genuine/healthy bond with someone?

For being one of the funniest characters in tvdu, I don’t think we ever even saw someone laugh at one of his jokes, so I’ve always been curious what it would’ve looked like if just one person matched his energy or at least accepted him

oh my goodness, i love this queeeestiooon!

let me just quickly out myself by saying if you lined up all the TVD men and told me to pick, kai would be my one and only choice. 🙈 my love for him horrifies my husband but i stand behind my witchy woo man 🫡

first thank you !! for saying he's funny !! you're right no one really appreciates his humor in the show and its one of the silliest choices imo. like you can admit the scary man has jokes, guys, it's not going to kill you. (oof sidenote but him and Jo having the same humor/picking on each other is one of my fav things!)

if he was out and about making his lil comments and someone started giggling a few seats down at the bar i truly think he'd combust. also probably be like "....me? you - you're looking at me? you think i'm funny ??? 😳 AnD CUte ?? really????" and then try immediately to be cooler about it but like, he's screaming crying throwing up inside

canonically we also know he liked it when bonnie matched the more aggressive/argumentative side of his personality, so i don't think he'd be able to be with someone that didn't pick at him a little. you gotta be able to tease him back but also like .. not take it too far cause he 100% can't take as much as he can give lmao (one older sibling to another we're a lot more sensitive than we pretend to be)

basically i think kai needs:

somebody grounded to keep him from totally flipping out

but who is also willing to fight for what they believe in

spontaneous and playful - but also thoughtful and mindful of his mood swings

kind enough to love him completely despite his past

and supportive enough to help him rebuild the coven

so...yeah, bonnie, basically lol

i think s6 kai at minimum needs to be with a witch that is willing to share power, and s8 kai needs a vampire or heretic. s6 kai could make it work with a human but pre-merge you're risking a lot, and then if you put s8 kai with a witch/human, he's turning them no questions asked so we better hope they're okay with it. (let's just leave legacies kai out of this, okay? he is a different breed)

i picture him being touch starved like you wouldn't believe, so super super clingy and probably jealous at least in the beginning of a relationship. that would go for friendship, too, honestly.

i think it would be really hard for him to a. wrap his head around someone picking him and then b. allow them to also pick other people. i don't think he'd throw a klaus sized tantrum, he'd be more petty about it: "oh sorry i just assumed you liked damon now since you said you liked his hair today and yEaH i was listening from three tables over watching the whole thing don't lie i SAW HOW YOU SMILED AT HIM-,"

but like he'd mellow with that as time went on and he starts to believe he can trust being loved. on that note i think he'd need a lot of reassurance but simultaneously be embarrassed/unsure of how to ask for it. some fights would happen as he works through how to regulate himself, but i don't picture it being a delena level of toxic. kai is more self aware/honest about himself so even when he's making poor choices he's like "woah hold on, why am i doing this ?? ah yes, that's why" and i think he'd get to a point where he knows his triggers and can help a partner figure out how to avoid them/talk through them.

so think like "my boy only breaks his favorite toys" vibes. he's so sure things are going to be taken from him/stuff can't be trusted that he'll mess it up first to hopefully make it hurt less. but with time a partner could help him see that he can have nice things !! love is real !! id love to see him build up the coven/a friend group/family with a partner beside him and just !! enjoy life lmao

anon you said boyfriend not husband but i hc he'd actually be an amazing dad. i would want him to end up having a siphon !!! end the coven curse of abuse bb 👏🏼 i have a post detailing what i would have done with the parker's that talks about him being a good uncle too!! i don't know i just think he'd be weirdly good with kids. so even if we're talking heretic!kai he'd be bringing kids/teens into the coven to help them and he's gonna need a partner that is down with that

no matter the stage of relationship he's super tactile. (mans has no context or care over some PDA being inappropriate). you're always sitting in his lap, or he's draped over you requesting that you play with his hair, he keeps his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, he wants you to play with his rings, ect. just always always always touching in some way even if it's small. it was something he missed out on for so much of his life and i think having someone actively want to touch him would never get old.

(sad note i picture this being a bit of a PTSD thing for him too. so certain things would make him flinch or jump and he might not even really be aware of it all the time. like he'll be tense as hell and his partner is like "honey what's happening ?? where have you gone ??" and he'd have to take a second and body scan before realizing oh shit Yeah, something is Wrong)

he's possessive as hell so expect hickys left where everyone can see AND a smug annoucment that he knows where you got them :) if we're talking s8 kai i imagine he would leave bite scars intentionally. so like heal them with magic but leave the little fang marks so other vamps know you're spoken for and he'd probably also have them on his wrist

i think a common hc is that he's Always the dominate one, but we all saw him in those chains, boy's totally a switch. (i also personally hc that 1994 kai is virgin!kai, but that's a story for another day). still tho i do think control is a big thing for him so he's definitely more comfortable being the one in charge. with trust comes wanting to mix things up tho so that's nice all around.

hands down the best boy to date during the holiday season are we kidding ??? any little thing you can possibly think of he's down and probably already has it planned:

apple orchard

carnival !!

christmas tree decorating

horror movie marathon !!

baking sugar cookies

snow ball fight

you're hosting the holiday parties now i hope you like cooking for a whole coven !!

like sep-feb you are Booked and Busy (i hc he's not much of a summer boy but that's okay if yall went back to portland west coast summers are built different, pls don't keep him in the south from mid june-mid august i fear he will melt)

if there's a downside i think it's how protective he would be. i think the mix of possessive/protective/clingy could be too much for some people but again i don't think it would last at such a high level forever. it's just elements of his personality that show up especially in high stakes situations, so they shouldn't be ignored.

but yeah anon, basically give the boy a chance and he's tripping over himself to be the best partner he can be 🤷🏼‍♀️

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“THIS PLACE WILL ALWAYS HAVE ONE CLAIM ON MY AFFECTION, WHICH NO OTHER CAN POSSIBLY SHARE."

// ( henry zaga . cismale . he/him ) . ⸻ salvador luis perez , a 28 year old , has survived another day in red creek where they have lived for his whole life . the promiscuous is known for being flirtatious and toxic and is often associated with calling dates pet names to not risk saying the wrong name, a lopsided shit eating grin, text messages left on read, collarbone hickeys poking out of the hem of his shirt . in a small town where they work as a line cook at dolly’s diner word travels fast . it’s hard to keep a secret , and it looks like the boogeyman knows that [ REDACTED ]. ** quinn perez’s older brother connection.**

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⛓️‍💥basics

full name ➔ salvador luis perez

nicknames➔ salva, lu,

age➔ 28

birthday ➔ november 15

gender ➔ cismale ( he / him )

sexual orientation ➔ pansexual

occupation ➔line cook at dolly's diner

fc ➔ henry zaga

⛓️‍💥family

mother : monica perez ( deceased )

father : richard perez

siblings : quinn perez

⛓️‍💥background

tw: mentions of parental death

if you have been in red creek long enough you have probably either slept with salvador or know plenty of people who have.

he wasn't always so promiscuous though. extroverted, maybe flirty, sure. he got along well with everyone. kids liked playing with him, adults found him endearing, his family loved him... by all means, he was just a normal kid.

got into some trouble in high school but nothing out of the ordinary for a small-town kid left to find their own entertainment. he was a star athlete, on track to go to university on a soccer scholarship.

then his mother passed away and it seemed like she took all of his ambitions and hopes for the future 6 feet under with her.

with so much grief and nowhere to put it he unfairly decided to aim it on his father and all the ways he failed. to this day salvador firmly believes that his mother would have had a better chance of surviving if his father had taken her symptoms seriously from the beginning. salva resents him for it and their relationship has been strained ever since. any attempt to rebuild that bridge is made for the sake of his sister, quinn.

he's very close to his sister. after their mother's passing he took on the role of mom the best he could. making her school lunches, driving her to any events, cheering her on when she decided to pursue a career in nursing, etc. salva worries for quinn and how hard she works.  

he never ended up leaving red creek and has found himself too attached to the town that his mother loved so much. ended up taking a job at the local diner as a line cook and now very much lives up to the stereotype of how slutty they are.

he doesn't play soccer anymore. the only passion of his that has remained all these years is his love for motorcycles. has a vincent black shadow that is his pride and joy ( someone should key it <3 ). he likes fixing old motorcycles in his free time. isn’t good enough to be an actual mechanic but he might be willing to help someone every now and then. if he likes them enough.

for a line cook, he looks like he’s doing surprisingly well for himself? he’s got nice clothes, nice cologne, nice motorcycles. he’s flashy with his gifts and is known to spare no expense when it comes to dates. if you ask him he’d say that he’s just good at managing his money but maybe there’s something more to that. IDK YOU TELL ME

he's rougher around the edges now than he used to be before his mother's death. still overall nice, but can definitely come off as a prick to some people. will gaslight you into believing that it's all in your head though <3 doesn't have the best track record romantically and has a tendency to get bored of people easily. he's a hot guy okay and is awfully aware of it.

summary : kid with insane potential lets it all go to waste when his mother passes away. when he isn't flipping burgers at the local diner, he's most likely talking up some pretty tourist or working on a motorcycle. make sure to compliment your girlfriend if she makes her way to dolly's cus if you don't, salvador certainly will.

⛓️‍💥connections - all connections are open to any gender unless specified otherwise.

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hookups, hookups, hookups,

people he's ghosted lol

an on-and-off relationship ( messy! )

fwd that caught feelings

friends ofc

regulars at the diner

coworkers!

id kill to have someone older for him to seduce ghfjghkgh pls let him ruin a marriage <3

his latest hyper fixation like someone he's low-key got a crush on. maybe someone knew in town?

⛓️‍💥personality

+flirtatious+laid-back+charming -manipulative-arrogant-cowardly mbti ➔ ESTP natal chart ➔↑ scorpio, ⊙ leo, ☾ aquarius inspired by ➔ john willloughby (sense & sensibility ), eleanor shellstrop ( the good place ), bronn ( game of thrones ) , joey tribbiani ( friends ), john tucker ( john tucker must die ),

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Old Scars and New

word count: 3.3k warnings: blood, injury tending, disaster bisexual werewolf being cringe af tags: bandaging/stitching up wounds prompt

this is a slightly altered/updated version of my most popular piece of writing for this verse and thought I'd share it in my continued journey of rebuilding my relationship with my og works!

“Alright, who’s up first?” Nadya announced once everyone filed into the motel room.

Skye flashed a sly grin at the sight of Nadya putting her glasses on. “Ooh, are we gonna play doctor?”  

Jayde rolled her eyes and dumped her bag onto the floor, barely holding back a wince. The scent of her own blood invaded her lungs and she already felt bruises forming, but the aches and pains were far from uncommon occurrences. She dismissed any concern. “I’m fine.” 

Nadya ignored their comments and pointed at both of the siblings. “You two. Sit.”

“Are you going to tell me to roll over too?” Skye remarked. 

At the same time, Jayde reiterated grumpily “I said I’m fine.”

The human threw them a stern glare. Nadya may appear soft and approachable most of the time – even meek to those who underestimated her – but the wolves quickly discovered that she had a hidden talent for intimidation when she wanted to. Jayde and Skye simultaneously took their seats at the edge of one of the beds without further protest. 

Satisfied with their obedience, Nadya turned to Toby. “How are you feeling?” 

“Right as rain,” he replied.

She made a spin motion with her hand. “Twirl.” He held up his arms and turned in one slow circle, showing her that he was unscathed. “Nothing’s hurting?”

“Nope.”

She concluded her thorough scan with a pat on his shoulder. “Okay, you’re good.” 

Toby gave the sisters a childish smirk like he won a game and said “Ha.” Then sauntered over to a chair. 

Well, if the game went to whoever got hurt the least, then Jayde would never win. She almost scoffed at herself because the competitive side of her that came out around Toby hated the fact that she’d lose anything to him. She even made a mental note to be more careful the next time they encountered hunters just so that she could rub her success in his face. Maybe that was his real motive – to try a tactic that would work on a toddler simply to get the reckless blonde to take better care of herself. Jayde wouldn’t put it past him. 

Nadya addressed Skye next. “You got hit on the head pretty hard. How are you feeling?”

The young wolf widened her eyes. “I can see new colors now.”

Nadya laughed and fished out a small flashlight from her bag. “How about dizziness or nausea?”

Jayde watched on as Nadya carefully combed her fingers through Skye’s hair in search of any damage hidden in the light blonde waves. Skye kicked her feet like a little kid getting a check-up, but Jayde noted how her crooked smile evened out to something more… genuine. 

Skye was rarely ever anything but mischievous, as if life were just one big joke to her. Of course, there were precious few moments when her serious self would shine through, where there were no jokes to be made and she acted fairly mellow, much to her older sister’s relief. Jayde was shocked to see that happen more often when she interacted with Nadya. 

“I feel fine,” Skye answered, then flinched when Nadya touched the sore spot on her head. “Ow! But that hurts.” 

“Sorry.” Nadya winced apologetically. “I don’t see any blood, at least.” 

The tip of her finger tapped under Skye’s chin to get her to look up. It was then that Jayde noticed she had been chewing on the inside of her cheek. Skye went still as Nadya shined the light in her eyes. It felt like an eternity to Jayde. To see Nadya be so close to her sister, touching her in ways that Jayde longed for. The older wolf realized – with a hot flush to her cheeks – that she was jealous of Skye. That made her bite her cheek even harder as she forced herself to look down. 

Nadya stepped away, allowing Jayde to finally breathe normally again. “You don’t have a concussion, but I suggest you ice that for tonight.” 

“Sounds good, doc,” she replied with a wink. 

Just when Jayde thought she might get over the momentary lapse in her emotions, Nadya blushed. It was subtle enough that she might have been able to convince herself that she imagined it, but her thoughts took what she saw regardless of rationality and ran. 

The possibility had never occurred to her until that moment, but Jayde started to wonder if maybe Skye had feelings for the human, too. Jayde certainly couldn’t blame her if she did. It was Nadya, after all. This girl practically had Jayde wrapped around her finger the first day they met. The thing that ate at Jayde more than that were Nadya’s reactions to Skye. She wouldn’t have that hard of a time believing she also felt something for her. Her sister – in all of her annoying glory – was just as much of a catch. 

The concept felt nearly unbearable to consider, but Jayde knew that she would never stand in the way of her sister’s happiness or Nadya’s. Especially if it meant Nadya would get to be with someone far more worthy of her affections. Deep down, Jayde has been looking for a good, rock solid excuse to let her go. This possible outcome might be the easiest to accept. That didn’t mean it wasn’t exceptionally painful. 

Wallowing in a pit of her own creation caused Jayde to tune the rest of the world out until Nadya’s voice brought her back down to earth. 

“Crap, I grabbed the wrong kit,” she grumbled as she sifted through her bag.

Skye gasped dramatically. “Language.” 

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” Nadya said with an amused scoff and backed up towards the door. “I’m gonna go back to the car. I’ll pick up some ice for your head on the way back, too.” 

“Toby,” Jayde commanded with a purposeful glance. Despite being clear of immediate danger, she didn’t want anyone going anywhere by themselves. Not even to the parking lot. 

He nodded in understanding and got up. “Yeah, I’ll go with her.”  

Before they left, Nadya locked eyes with Jayde. For that single second, all of her worries were utterly nonexistent. “We’ll be back in a few minutes. Try not to get into any more trouble.” 

“No promises,” Skye replied. Jayde looked to see that the devious smirk had returned to her face. 

The siblings remained seated on the musty motel bed once Toby and Nadya disappeared. The comforter felt scratchy, but Jayde still balled her fists into the fabric and stared at the worn carpet underneath her blood splattered boots. Something metallic tickled the edge of her tongue and she sighed at the sting that shortly followed, releasing her flesh from her own vengeful teeth. 

“So, what crawled up your ass?” Skye asked to break the awkward silence. 

Jayde gave her a brief side-glance. “Nothing.” 

“Right.” Her words already dripped with sarcasm. “You’re just acting like you have to take Old Yeller out back for no reason.” 

Jayde felt a brief spark boil in her chest, but it died out as quickly as it came. She didn’t have the will to be angry or defensive. She only sighed again and forced her question out. “Do you like her?”

There was no hesitation in Skye’s answer. “Yeah, of course I like her.”

“No, I mean… Do you like her?"

Confusion twisted the younger wolf’s features as she blinked at Jayde for several moments. Jayde wordlessly begged not to make her spell it out. The question alone was already mortifying enough. As soon as her meaning fully sank in, Skye’s expression promptly turned incredulous. 

“Forget it,” Jayde said curtly.

But Skye already jumped on it. “No, you know what? I do like her. I really, really like her. Yeah, I want her to have my babies.” 

Jayde had to fight the urge to growl. “It was a genuine question, Skye.” 

“And you’re a genuine idiot,” she fired back with no remorse. “I don’t want your girlfriend, Jayde.” 

“She’s not my girlfriend.” 

“She could be.”

“She shouldn’t.” 

Skye raised an eyebrow. “That’s not very progressive of you. You’re sounding like Miranda with that old world bullshit. Who cares if Nadya is a human? Just be careful not to break or bite her. That simple.” 

Jayde shook her head. “It’s not that…” 

The slow nod she saw out of the corner of her eye turned into a shrug as Skye leaned into her. “What if you’re wrong about yourself?” she whispered like a kid telling a secret. 

They fell back into another prolonged silence as Jayde rocked back and forth anxiously. She wasn’t wrong about herself, but Jayde somehow still had the smallest bit of hope that she could become someone Nadya deserves. That if she tried to be better, she wouldn’t fight this so hard or put herself through all of this pain. She had it in her. Somewhere. Buried underneath dirt and dust. The best version would peek through the cracks of everything broken about her whenever that girl was near. Jayde just had to figure out a way to widen the fractures and reach through. 

But she worried she would break herself even more by doing that. 

After a minute, her lungs deflated once more in utter hopelessness. “I am an idiot.” 

Familiar footsteps approached the room and Skye nudged her older sister with her elbow. “Chin up, sport.” 

Jayde managed to give her a grateful look just as the others returned. Nadya held a small bag of ice in one hand and a different first aid kit in the other. She went to Skye first and handed her the ice for her head. 

Guilt immediately flooded Jayde’s system for feeling so jealous. Nadya put in so much effort to take care of them all and Jayde had been worried that she wanted her sister over her. She needed to get over herself. 

“Okay, you’re good to go. Just take it easy,” Nadya ordered. 

Skye enthusiastically jumped to her feet while balancing the ice pack on top of her head. “Great, I’m gonna go get tacos across the street.” 

“Don’t go alone,” Jayde called as she skipped towards the door.

She waved dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, buddy system.” 

“You guys want anything?” Toby asked before he trailed after her.

“Just get me whatever you get,” Jayde said.

“Okay. Nadya?”

Nadya sounded slightly distracted as she prepared the kit. “Uh, what kinds are there?” 

“Asada, pollo, carnitas.” When she took too long to ponder the options, he translated in a patronizing tone “Beef, chicken, pork.” 

She looked up and fixed him with an exasperated stare. “I know what they mean, I was just thinking.” 

Toby chuckled. “Any day now.” 

“Get me chicken.” 

He gave a casual thumbs up. “You got it.” 

The motel room grew quiet again once it became only the two young women. The wolf took time to let the human’s presence calm the restless being within. She focused on how her air of crisp autumn spices encompassed her senses, even over the scents of the others. What fascinated Jayde was how her existence always broke through the most powerful things. Werewolves had an incredibly distinct and potent scent, so being around her pack should have masked the humanness of Nadya’s scent. But it didn’t. In fact, Jayde often sensed her before she sensed anything or anyone else. It was always her first. 

“Your turn?” Nadya suggested softly, immediately drawing Jayde’s full attention. 

Up to that point, she had completely forgotten about her injuries. “Oh, right.” 

Nadya came directly to her, standing just inches away. Jayde stared up at her and waited, totally transfixed. “Let’s get a look at that arm.” 

Jayde realized she needed to remove her jacket. She snapped herself out of her trance and carefully slipped out of it, grimacing as the fabric tugged at the graze on her bicep. Blood had mostly soaked into the jacket itself, but streaks of crimson still smeared across her skin and reached as low as her wrist.

Nadya bent down and adjusted her glasses to get a better look, but that furrow in her brow looked like it took too much effort. “Do you think we could move to the bathroom? The lighting sucks out here and I gotta get you cleaned up.” 

“Yeah.” 

Nadya followed closely behind as they entered the bathroom, but lingered over Jayde’s shoulder after turning the light on. “Hey, did you take a hit to the back?” 

Jayde craned her neck to see why she looked so concerned, but couldn’t see much of anything. The strain of twisting only made her injured shoulder spike with pain. “Um, I’m not sure. Maybe? I remember getting punched or something.” 

“There’s blood, Jay,” Nadya informed her, still inspecting the wound. “Take this off.” 

Jayde felt her entire body flare with intense heat as Nadya tugged at her shirt. She hesitated for a few beats to let the embarrassment pass. It wasn’t like Nadya hadn't seen her without a shirt on before. Hell, she’s seen her naked. She’s seen her turn into a goddamn werewolf, for fuck’s sake. Jayde wanted to curse at herself for being so stupid. 

She struggled to get out of the shirt on her own. It was enough that her shoulder felt as sore as it did, but now that she had been made aware of it, the wound on Jayde’s back stung like a bitch. As much as she wanted to hide her pain, she wasn’t able to stop herself from flinching when she tried to work one of her arms out of the ruined clothing. 

“Here, let me –” Nadya reached to help, but then her pulse spiked in the wolf’s ears like a drum had been struck and she stopped short. “Can I..?”

“Sure, yeah,” Jayde stammered and braced herself as the human stepped into her space. 

Nadya’s hands carefully gripped the bottom of the bloodied shirt and slowly pushed it up her torso. Jayde could tell that she tried not to, but there were still a couple of times where her fingers brushed up against bare skin. Jayde clenched her jaw tightly. Just those small, brief touches caused intense tingling to spread outwards from the places of contact. She shut her eyes and held her breath as her wolf fought to rise to the surface. A shiver raced along Jayde’s spine as she quickly dampened it. After a tense half-second, she felt the restless animal reluctantly retreat. 

Despite nearly losing control, Jayde didn’t feel afraid. Maybe because she knew Nadya wasn’t in any danger. The wolf only wanted a glimpse of her, but the last thing Jayde wanted was to cause any potential fear. She certainly didn’t want to think up some shitty excuse to explain why her eyes started to glow. 

The two of them successfully got the shirt over Jayde’s head with minimal pain and discarded it on the floor. Meeting Nadya’s gaze after that felt far braver than facing any hunter. She had this look in her warm brown eyes that Jayde couldn’t quite decipher. However, the physical effect in Nadya’s body was more obvious. Being so close, Jayde sensed it all. 

An erratic heartbeat. A clipped breath caught in her throat. A blooming scent that tempted Jayde nearer. 

Those were not things she noticed in Nadya with anyone else, Jayde realized. 

“I’m going to, uh…” Nadya motioned awkwardly, finally just shuffling behind her again. 

Jayde cleared her throat to banish her own nerves and brushed her tangled hair over her shoulder. “How’s it looking back there?” 

“This is pretty deep,” she murmured and began to clean it. “You really didn’t feel this?”

Jayde tensed at the incredibly cold sensation of a disinfectant wipe against her hot skin, but she still gave a half shrug. “I remember being hit, but that’s all.” 

“Well, you got lucky. It could have punctured your lung.”

Jayde set her hands on the edge of the sink and watched Nadya’s reflection carefully through the mirror. “Yeah, I feel lucky.” 

“That better not be sarcasm. Not when I’m looking at all these scars.” Nadya scolded as she got the stitches ready. “It looks like you should be dead ten times over.” 

“It’s because I should be.” 

They briefly shared a look. Nadya’s expression remained unreadable. Not that Jayde had the time to properly study it before she went back to work. 

She didn’t say anything while she made a few sutures — being too focused on her task of mending a werewolf — but then Jayde saw her brown eyes peek over her shoulder again. “I’m really glad you aren’t, by the way.” 

Jayde exhaled an almost whispered response. “Me too.”  

A bandage was carefully placed over the newly stitched wound, but Nadya lingered behind her. Jayde wondered if maybe she had spotted another wound that hadn’t quite traveled through her nerves and up to her brain yet, but then felt an incredibly delicate sensation tickle her lower back. It took a moment for her to realize that it was the tip of Nadya’s finger trailing over what had to be one of her scars. Jayde froze in place, not having a single clue how to react. 

“How many are there?” Nadya’s voice sounded distant. 

Jayde gripped the edges of the sink so that she wouldn’t fall over as the girl traced another sensitive mark. She was afraid that the slightest movement would cause her to stop. “I’ve never counted.” 

A soft hum echoed in the bathroom. “I guess you’ve got a couple more now. Which reminds me…” Nadya pulled her hand away, but before disappointment twisted an invisible knife in the werewolf’s chest, her palm rested on her hip and turned her around. 

The human’s sudden willingness to touch her in ways that could be considered intimate left Jayde’s mind in a utter stupor, stirring her inner self once more. She didn’t know what to make of it. Or what to do. She knew what she wanted to do, though that remained a line Jayde felt she shouldn’t cross. 

Nadya went to work on the laceration that cut through her upper arm and Jayde found herself thoroughly fascinated with the process. The human’s eyes were so focused, making sure each and every stitch was up to her standard. The way her brows knitted in concentration — the thin frame of her glasses resting on the bridge of her nose — replaced Jayde’s heart with a pair of fluttering wings. She could stare at her for hours. 

Nadya finally glanced up while she wrapped her arm. This time, her blush was entirely noticeable. “What?” 

The question made Jayde realize she had been smiling. She quickly looked away, though she couldn’t fully wipe the expression from her face. “Nothing.” 

“Okay,” Nadya said slowly, confused amusement written on her face. “Well, I’m all done.” 

Jayde nodded as she cleaned the mess up. As soon as the kit was packed, Nadya gave the wolf an unsure look and turned to leave the bathroom. On impulse, Jayde caught her wrist to stop her. A small gasp escaped Nadya’s lips at the unexpected touch, but she still waited expectantly. 

“Thank you.” Jayde caressed the smooth curve of her wrist with her thumb. For the first time, she didn’t try to hide it. She wanted Nadya to feel her gratitude. “For taking care of us.” 

Nadya’s features softened into an absolutely stunning smile. “I like taking care of you.” 

It took everything Jayde had not to pull her in. She yearned to feel Nadya against her. Longed to brush their lips together. To hold her close and swallow every breath. Feel all the ways she could get her heart to race. Instead, Jayde’s fingers went slack and Nadya slipped out of her grasp, leaving her alone in the bathroom with the ghost of her contact still prickling across the surface of her skin.

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[ygsunflower]

Only on S1E08 of my Station 19 rewatch but I can already see how much Maya has changed throughout the seasons- She was such an intense character. Everything about her in the early episodes scream intensity and confidence (with maybe a hint of smugness). Her messed up “eyes forward” mantra was also the signature of her character. She sincerely believed in her Dad’s philosophy and was genuinely happy to be that carbon copy of her dad.

Her “pushing through pain no matter what” mentality not only ingrained in her actions, it also showed up when she’s helping others- a) When she was helping Vic getting over her trauma with being surrounded by fire, Vic was clearly triggered yet Maya kept pushing her over the edge. b) She was championing for Andy to become the captain every opportunity she got. She constantly cheered Andy up, and she also not so subtly reminded others how much Andy had helped each one of them grow into the firefighter they were. And, she wasn’t afraid of making her stand known by everyone. (Side note, Maya truly is a bigger person… I know I am biased and bitter, but she was loyal and genuinely wanted nothing but the best for her friends. She supported them without a single hesitation but look what she got in return… No one cheered for her when she needed the cheering. No one cared for her like she did for them. No one was at her corners when she was down.)

Despite the changes, there were also rare moments of softness, and of the suppressed Maya (or the Maya after meeting Carina who no longer shy away from her kindness)- the scenes involving Mason, and the talk Maya had with Ryan in the park… We can almost glimpse the same vulnerable Maya from later seasons here. I wish either Ryan or Mason were still on the show… I hope at some point, the writers remember that Maya has a younger brother. It’ll be nice to see them connect again. My head canon is that Mason would have a hard time accepting the fact that Maya is healing and that the little Maya was also a product of Lane’s abuse like he was. Carina being both the protective wife and the loving older sister was able to get through Mason. She told Mason how hard Maya has been working to decode and heal from her trauma and how close the trauma came to break them. Yet, they made it out still together. Carina would also share with Mason her family history, and how much she missed her stupid little brother. She would tell Mason to give both Maya and himself a chance to rebuild their relationship because no one and nothing is promised for tomorrow. Also, having their sibling connection back also means to take back another part of what Lane ruined for them.

Anyways, so much possibilities… I honestly just want the show to acknowledge Carina as an independent character more. She has, in my opinion, the most interesting yet heartbreaking backstory on the show. It’s about time they start investing in the many stories of Dr. Carina DeLuca!

[bpd-blorbo-bracket]

hi it's zongzi anon again (favorite food zongzi submitter who also recently remembered Vanitas and Harry Hook etc.) and i would absolutely love a follow-up bracket if you ever felt inclined to do so

also if the character you thought of last minute happened to be Amethyst i just wanted to let you know that that's GENIUS and it made me remember pearl also. because ohhhh my god that one episode where they were fighting over who got to fuse with garnet was. very BPD on BPD violence.

and i ALSO remembered Candace Flynn from Phineas and Ferb as well so. yeah it turns out that Most of my blorbos are guys that i would headcanon as having BPD which is not at all something I realized until I started submitting them, so thanks again for hosting this!!

(if you do end up deciding to make a follow up bracket I will gladly start working on propaganda for these guys too!!)

Oh hell yeah. I would love To do one if people really want one so I'll save this under #backupbracket and if anyone else agrees keep letting me know youd want more. if around the same amount of characters are wanting to be submitted I don't see why not

Also thank you. I totally meant to have her in anyway, because holy shit shes one of my faves and I can't believe I forgot when she's one of the characters I made the poll for. Amethyst, Pearl, and Lapis specifically are all ones I hcd the longest, with ruby and spinel making their own additions to the list by the end of the show and movie.

Amethyst reminds me a fuckton of how my symptoms presented in highschool and her arc made me feel one of the most seen in term of how I learned to navigate and work on those symptoms to make them more manageable.

And her relationship to Pearl reminds me in many ways of my relationship to my older sister. I also felt envious of how collected she was, until like amethyst, I realized how much of her "stuck up" nature was actually a defense against the traumas our parents left.

While I think of Amethyst and Pearl as less siblings and more roomates (sometimes to lovers) their general dynamic helped me rebuild my relationship by helping me work on my lashing out due to jealousy, so I'm always grateful to the show and these characters for that.

Anyway that's enough bpd lore about me haha, but tl:dr: Amethyst changed my life as a character who shared so many symptoms but with a satisfying arc, and I love her for it.

[dragongutsixofficial]

You mentioned that you tend to work through a Nobody Dies lens. Does that apply to Dimitri, and what is his relationship with the Hresvelg siblings?

Thanks for the ask !! ^^ It took quite some time for me to make up my mind about this specific thing and yes, that lens does apply to Dimitri. There's a few reasons to this decision, which I need to recontextualize a bit in regards to the Hresvelg siblings:

I'll start by this: Aline and Adel do not consider Dimitri as their sibling at all. This isn't due to the fact that they are not related by blood (they both have different mothers than Patricia), but rather because they have basically never met before the Academy nor developed a meaningful relationship during their time there. Both of them always had in mind that they would end up betraying and declaring war on everyone in Garreg Mach, and that Dimitri would end up being one of their fiercest enemies as King. Moreover, Adel has never liked him because they are both faced with very similar mental health issues and he has some internalized trauma that he doesn't like to see reflected in someone else. As such, if it had only been for the two of them and Edelgard, Dimitri's death, although incredibly sad and unfortunate, could have been a logical conclusion to his arc in Crimson Flower.

The real issue here is Loki. For some context (although I just linked his character sheet), he is Patricia and Lambert's kid and since their couple was already Going To Shit™ by the time he was a toddler, he mostly stuck to his older brother's side. However, during the events of the tragedy of Duscur, during which he travelled with his mother, TWSTID decided to abduct him rather than kill him, and raise him to be a puppet with a legitimate claim to rule Fodlan in case Edelgard ever decided to rebel against them. And although he got brainwashed by his uncle Thales/Arundel, he never forgot about Dimitri and deeply wished to reunite with him; this also means that when he first got to meet with and learn about the existence of the rest of the Hresvelg siblings thanks to Kronya (I'll go over this in a later post) as a young teenager, his whole world was completely shattered. Long story short, that led him to join the Hresvelg siblings and get to be part of a family again. However, Loki never once forgets about Dimitri, on the contrary: realizing that Edelgard and him are on their merry way to fight each other to the death only amplifies his wish to see him again after all those years and convince him to make peace with her, because he just wants to have his whole family back and alive. As such, seeing any of his siblings die would absolutely destroy him.

That means that Dimitri could survive in Crimson Flower. and if he doesn't Loki might never recover. But then, how so ?

Sadly, it is in my own opinion unlikely that Edelgard and Dimitri could ever see eye-to-eye and become allies, even with Loki as a middle ground. Especially since Loki doesn't care for the Kingdom per see and feels a lot closer to his Agarthan culture of adoption and his focus is on bringing TWSTID down. Any attempt at discussion would just end up being a repeat of their Azure Moon talk at best, because their world visions are just too different.

This entails that any of Loki's attempts at convincing Dimitri to make peace with his sister would be unfruitful. First, because Dimitri would've thought Loki had died a long time ago, and finding out his little brother is alive would be a pretty big blow: but you know what would be an even bigger blow ? Finding out that he was raised by and thus, helped TWSTID, the same people who are responsible for the genocide of Duscur and their parents' death. And that he is still technically helping them by standing at Edelgard's side, the very person who betrayed all of them. The only way they could rebuild a stronger relationship would be if Loki decided to join his side, something that he is unwilling to do since A) he has three siblings on the imperial side and B) all four of them are planning to take down TWSTID. Unfortunately, this means that all of Loki and Dimitri's interactions post-timeskip end up in disaster- although none of them ever physically hurts the other in battle. This depresses Loki quite a bit, and enrages Adel, but he eventually accepts that he cannot take responsibility for his older siblings' actions and settles on one goal: keeping them from beating each other to death.

However, Loki brings something new to the table regarding Edelgard and Dimitri's relationships: memories. At his contact, El makes the connection and remembers the time she spent in Faerghus with the prince, which does make her take a step back. Although that is definitely not enough to make her negociate, it is to make her consider sparing him in battle- a bit like how in-game, Claude can be spared. Her unwillingness to back down from her ideals, though, makes it absolutely necessary that Dimitri is removed from any position of authority, else he could always rally support against the Empire. The Kingdom of Faerghus as a geopolitical entity may survive, but the Blaiddyd monarchy needs to go.

So... Where does that lead us ? To a rather bleak solution which is far from perfect, but has to make-do in their complicated circumstances where both sides can't meet in the middle. Edelgard agrees to spare Dimitri in the battle of Tailtean, and lets him go- letting Loki take the lead on this one. This means that Loki has to accept that he might never see him again, and that he might never forgive him. This can turn one of two ways:

I do believe that if Dedue survives and hasn't turned into a demonic beast yet, he can convince Dimitri to go without pulling a stunt similar to the one Edelgard pulls with the dagger in Azure Moon in a last desperate attempt to kill the Empress, because he still has him to cling to.

Otherwise, Dimitri truly loses everything and everyone: in which case convincing him to seize the opportunity to stay alive would be pointless. In that eventuality, Loki forces his hand and just teleports him out- making it impossible for him to make it back to the battlefield before all is lost. Which... is an even bleaker alternative.

In any case, that means that the Hresvelg siblings and Dimitri have to cut contact, at least for a good number of years. Maybe someday, when Fodlan (and especially Faerghus) is rebuilt, they might get in contact again- once both Loki and him can have some time to heal. Maybe slowly rebuild a semblance of a relationship, who knows ?

... Well damn. That was a BUMMER and incredibly angsty. Sadly, not all things can have the best ending for everyone involved. =(

=D Thankfully, Claude and Edelgard's relationship would be a lot better- no fucking thanks to Aline !

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

tw cocsa(?) | graphic description | sa

i need help. i need help defining what happened to me. it began when i was 4 or 5 and the other child was the same age. my sister and her friend were two years older than us so 6 or 7. they would make us (me and the other child) undress and touch each other's genitals while they watched from a corner. sometimes, they make us kiss. we were impressionable. we were young. we did it because big sister knew best. it went on for some years, maybe two. maybe three. it became a norm. a thing i had to do. whenever my sister had a friend who had a sibling who was roughly my age, i had to entertain them... sexually. if i wasn't made to show them my genitals, i had to put on a striptease for them, touch their genitals, kiss them. i was barely ten. i was made a sexual being before i was ready. and one time, i was climbing over a fence when this one kid (younger than me) poked me in my genitals before laughing. i was shamed for my outburst of anger. he was kid. he didn't know better... so was i. i was also a kid. i didn't know better. i became scared of the younger kid. avoided him at all costs. because if i avoided him then he wouldn't touch me again and it wouldn't hurt. all of this, the constant exposing, touching, poking, everything led me to be hypersexual with something short of a masturbation addiction. i have a horrible relationship with my body and intimacy. i have anxiety, depression, emotional dysregulation. i have extreme identity issues, a brittle sense of any belief i hold. i have deep feelings of shame and guilt. i cannot help but think i let this happen to myself. i need help. was this cocsa? or am i overdramatic?

Hi anon,

I'm sorry to hear about what happened. You're not being overdramatic at all. It's okay to be traumatized by this, and any feelings you have about this are valid.

It's understandable that you have concerns and questions about what happened to you. The experiences you described, where you were coerced into engaging in sexual activities at a young age, indicate that you may have experienced CSA, or more specifically, COCSA. Please know that you are not alone.

What happened to you was not your fault. As a child, you were unable to give informed consent or understand the implications of the situation. It's common for survivors to grapple with feelings of guilt, shame, and confusion. Please know that you deserve support and understanding.

It can be incredibly helpful to seek professional help from a therapist or counselor experienced in trauma and abuse, if you can access or afford it. They can provide a safe and nonjudgmental space for you to explore your experiences, process your emotions, and develop healthy coping strategies. Therapy can be a crucial step in your healing journey, allowing you to work through the impact of the abuse and find ways to rebuild a positive relationship with yourself and your body.

Ultimately, it's important to remember that healing takes time. You deserve support and care as you navigate this journey of recovery and reclaim your well-being. If anyone else has any comments or suggestions, feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[intothetlkverse]

Decided to challenge myself by drawing every single TLK character out there, up until this point in time, and post it here. You can see the finished project on my main account, though I figured to post it on my tumblr just show I could proudly show off my work and a few of my head canons.

Here are all the hornbills across TLK:

Starting off is the OG 'red-billed' hornbill, majordomo for Mufasa and Simba's reign, the king's left-wing bird, Zazu(answer-Igbo) and nieces and nephews, Binti, Mwana, and Zinga. Binti(daughter) originally comes from the January 1996 draft of TLK2 and is meant to be Zazu's girlfriend in this, however I hold the idea that Zazu is a "I'm married to my job" guy, though he is slowly getting into spending time with Timon's mom as he begins to consider retirement. Binti here is Zazu's niece though Babazu, and while she gets along with her uncle, she's too much of a free-spirit to be bogged down by such a hefty position like king's left hand man. Jicho and her brother Mwana will be a more suitable successors. Mwana's(son) is more diligent, knowledgeable, and calm unlike his sister, and also took an immediate liking to his uncle and expressed an interest in the tasks associated with being a majordomo, so Zazu agreed to have him apprentice under him as a future scout. He doesn't belong to TLK media and is my character, but I figured I'd add him and Zazu's father just to fil, in the family tree. Lastly we have Zinga, Zinga/Uzinga(honey), Zazu's niece and these two's cousins from from "The Bird-Sitters". Uzinga is very mischievous and daring, picking that from her stepmom and occasionally making it difficult for others to talk/control her, but she's very sweet and enthusiastic, able to endear herself to others quickly, and is best friends with her cousin and Babazu's daughter Binti.

Next up are Zazu's siblings, Babazu(father-to) and older sister Nazu(back-Igbo), mentioned in the phrase "There's one in every family, sire. Two in mine, actually", though apparently they were meant to be the names of the deleted tickbirds on Herr Rhino who egged him on as he chased Simba and Baasho. For the longest time they weren't speaking with Zazu, mostly since he originally didn't decide to try to be the next majordomo while they both were attempting to learn from their mother, the previous majordomo of Ahadi/Uru's reign, though Zazu just happened to help Mufasa out with finding and helping out his future wife Sarabi and thus scored the position. The two eventually moved out and it wouldn't be until a few seasons later, when they had both started families and Zazu was well established as Mufasa's majordomo that they began to reconnect, trying to rebuild the strained relationship. The statement Zazu says about them to Mufasa is in reference to how the two purposefully missed out his announcement and introduction ceremony to the Pridelands out of envy, something both of them regret now. Beside Nazu is her wife Uju(honey), who was Zazu's girlfriend from "Heartbreaker Zazu". They did use to date, though between his demanding job and their opposite personalities(Zazu being more strict and rule-abiding while Uju being more free-spirited and daring), the two amicably broke up. She would eventually get together with Zazu's sister Nazu and together they had Zinga together.

Next up are Zazu and his siblings' parents, Jafari(creek) and Zuzu/Uzuzu(nonsense). Zuzu was Ahadi's majordomo from "A Tale of Two Brothers", and Zazu's predecessor. Jafari is my own character, though I figured to add him in just to ensure consistency with the family. He is the kind, supportive, and emotional parent compared to his strict, overbearing ex-wife. He's the more popular grandparent, getting involved in both his kids and grandchicks lives and being there to  be the supportive dad. As for Zuzu, she's spent her entire life being the ideal hornbill majordomo. She's built up a reputation of being reliable, knowledgeable, and an involved majordomo, which is to say that she is a busybody, gossip, and often snobbish. She was insistent on having a legacy of majordomos within the pride, so she really pushed for her chicks to follow in her wingbeats, causing a wedge to form between them that only increased when Zazu proved himself to be the next candidate for the role, and so she devoted most of her time and energy into grooming him into being the next majordomo. While Zazu can say he enjoys his work, his mother's overbearing, snobbish, and insensitive teaching methods formed a rift between them, and finally, after mouthing off a few too many times about the new king Mufasa, Zazu finally tore her a new one and demanded she leave him alone. Infuriated and humiliated, she did. Zuzu returned back to stay with Jafari in the time being. Jafari had divorced her during the early part of Mufasa's reign after seeing how her actions had turned their chicks against them and moved with his kids to a neighboring territory, though being the gracious, kind soul he was, allowed her to stay close by, though their kids keep her on a leash when it comes to interacting with her grandchicks. At the moment, she's seen as the crabby old lady whom her kids keep a close eye on to ensure she isn't trying to stir up unhealthy competition or unhealthy goals in.

Next up we have Kigali(watch-Igbo), a Southern yellow-billed hornbill from Operation Pridelands, one of Zazu's scouts and closest childhood friend. Kigali spent most of his life exploring and experiencing the world, so when Zazu reunited with him after his release from Scar's tyrannical rule, he entrusted Kigali with help trying to find and bring back the the herds and animals which had left to return back to the Pridelands with the message that there was a new king. Kigali is friendly, wise, and very knowledgeable, though he also has a quick wit and tendency to tease. He and Zazu often will greet each other with snarky, friendly insults, though they are all in the spirit of fun. He also has similar British accent. He also is the father of several chicks, to which Zazu plays uncle for them too.

Beside him is my take on TLK 2019/Broadway Zazu, so meet Uzaz(answer). A red-billed hornbill/Von der Decken's hornbill hybrid majordomo for the Zinari Pride of my "TLK2 but slightly to the left" project. Uzaz is snooty, condescending, and prideful, though he is able to get the job done. He does have a rivalry with the neighboring pride's majordomo, a malachite kingfisher named Zuza, though over time they're relationship has gone from rivals to 'rivals', but with a softer edge'. The two constantly make jabs and pecks at each other, critiquing the other's style, methods, appearance, likes/dislikes, choice of hangout place, choice of best romantic areas, what date is their first meeting anniversary... yeah the two get married in the end.

Lastly are Kigali's many, many chicks from "Greedy Is As Greedy Does". Sort a Billy Goats Gruff, but with hyenas and hornbills, the our hyena trio of Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed find little Ibo/Ibhoko(goat-Zulu) by his lonesome and plan to eat him, but he namedrops his bigger sister Sibo/Sibuko(mirror-Zulu), and the hyenas agree to 'help him find' his sister. When they do, Sibo mentions their big sister, Kibo, prompting the hyenas to go and find her, and the two eventually lead the hyenas to their flock and massive family, whereupon, seeing the multitude of hornbills, promptly drop the two chicks off and flee for their lives. Ibhoko and Sibuko are the youngest and last chicks of the two, though the Kigali and his wife Gibo/Gimbaya(princess-African) have seven lovely chicks, composed of six older daughters and the youngest their son. From oldest to youngest, left to right, we have Zibo/Ziba(gorgeous-Arabic), Hibo/Ihubo(hymm-Zulu), Mibo/Omi(water-Yoruba), Kibo/Kibra(jungle-Arabic), Dibo/Idibo(vote-Yoruba), Sibo,Sibuko, and Ibo/Ibhoko. Their mother started this tradition of naming her chicks and give them nicknames of 'letter' + -'ibo'. Each one of their chicks are are beautiful as their mother and as strong as their father, or vice versa as their mother would say. I used the wiki with the comic for reference for the names, though aside from Ibo and Sibo none of them have any identifying features, so I kinda had to use the other hornbills in the background and go off from there and my design for Kigali. Also the wiki does mention several names for Ibo/Sibo's sisters that aren't in the comic itself, which I'm gonna assume is an error, though I decided just to go with both the names mentioned on the wiki and said in the comic. Gibo, for example, was supposed to be a sister, but is only mentioned in the wiki and not in the comic, so I decided just to add her in and make her Kigali's mate and the mother of the seven. They do go by the nicknames as a family tradition, though mostly its used by Kigali.

[idledreams4]

not my brain out here associating my f/os with songs that do not match their usual vibe.

We've already heard my Curses inspired au with Negan

But would you have expected a Hayloft II inspired au where I was with Carl?

Bet you didn't. Or maybe you did. Don't know, don't really care.

But there's a reason it's Hayloft II. Just works better than the first one lol. Though the first one can maybe tie in with the long ass backstory I wrote here? Idk, up for you to decide.

So in this AU I'm with the group from the start, like before Rick ran into Glenn and the others in the city. I was just a kid, a few years older than Carl. Even though I'm barely a teenager myself I came to see him and Sophia as little siblings in a way. With the group being so tight-knit it would be hard not to want to look out for them.

After we lose Sophia I get more protective over Carl. And I think the others can see the way that he kind of clings to me, despite also insisting he doesn't need anyone's protection.

Rick and Lori appreciate it, having someone willing to keep an eye on him when they can't. Lori of course has known me for a longer time than Rick, who I think would be hesitant to trust me, but she assures him that I've been a good help and whatnot since the group found me and helps him come around.

But, for the most part, the group doesn't really see how close Carl and I get. If they do, they haven't said anything.

One night, after the group has been on the farm for a little while, we get the oh so brilliant idea to sneak up to the loft in the barn. Just because of Carl's age at this point in the show, I'm going to say we weren't explicitly intending to sneak up there to have sex. Make out or whatever? Sure. We're just curious kids having a little innocent fun. Anyway, back to the story. We never actually make it into the loft, because just as we come around the end of the barn we see Maggie and Glenn, arguing in hushed voices about something. I try to pull Carl back before they can see us, but I'm too slow, and Glenn turns his head.

There are some questions obviously, such as why we aren't asleep and what we were doing

I take the lead, claiming we just wanted to explore the loft

Glenn and Maggie both say we can't, and Glenn is about to inform us of the walkers when Maggie cuts him off and simply says a lot of the boards are rotten and need to be fixed, it wouldn't be safe for anyone to go up there. So we get turned around and sent back to bed.

From here things progress more or less the same as the show, there's just an extra kid with the group now. Considering I'm stuck to Carl's side like glue, I'm with him when the farm gets overrun and we all get split up.

Everything at the prison is the same, I'm lucky enough that I do not get sick.

I think it would be interesting if, for the sake of drama, I was one of the people The Governor takes hostage when he threatens the prison.

Pretty sure the gang gets split up AGAIN after the prison gets overrun. Once again I stay with Carl no matter what.

By now I think everyone in the group is aware that mine and Carl's relationship has become more romantic. Rick is, of course, not thrilled.

all the Terminus bs happens. Same people live. I'm not really writing an au, I'm just putting myself in the story lol

And then, at last, we make it to Alexandria Safe Zone

I feel like there was some steps I missed in there but idc

We're in Alexandria now

Only difference here is that now Carl already has a girlfriend (me) so we both become friends with Enid and whoever else was in that little friend group he had for the first little bit

The hoard still threatens us and everything, we rebuild, blah blah blah. Let's get to the good part, shall we? The Saviors.

Because Carl and I are inseparable, I'm part of the group that gets more or less taken hostage in the woods. I don't 100% recall if Carl was with the group trying to get Maggie to Hilltop, or if he was with the latter group, but either way: I'm with him.

When he threatens Carl it becomes obvious to him pretty quickly that we're together, so some taunting and even more threats get thrown around. You all know how Negan is.

Then fast forward just a bit: the one time I'm not with Carl, he sneaks into The Sanctuary. I'm at Rick's house, worrying about the fact he isn't back from whatever he was supposed to be doing and cursing myself for not going with him.

Don't get me wrong, I love Olivia, she's lovely and I appreciate everything she does for Alexandria, but for my own personal reasons (a massive, and not at all secret, crush on Negan) I'm slightly rewriting the parts with her. She still has her same job and everything, for "plot" reasons I'm just having her ask me to cover for her for a few hours and Negan happens to show up with Carl in that time. Instead of making me cry he gets me pissed the fuck off, and then makes the comment about screwing my brains out while we wait for Rick (with a very last minute addition of "you are 18, right?"), and believe me when I tell you that simply slapping him in the face takes an immeasurable amount of self-restraint

Fast forward through the war developing

We get to the bombing of Alexandria

Ooooh boy

Carl already got me to safety, I'm helping get the others situated, and then he comes in stumbling and clutching at his abdomen and my heart drops

And THAT is all exposition to the part Hayloft II actually inspired. I gotta give the backstory you know?

Carl kills himself, as we know, and I snap.

I blame Rick for the whole thing, cause the war was his fault, and I knew Carl had this vision of a peaceful future. As much as I wanted that for him, for us, now that he was gone I was just seeing red.

So I take off, in the middle of the night when nobody is going to notice. I take of the few cars Alexandria has and I head straight for The Sanctuary.

I make it known I'm unarmed and demand to speak to Negan. The dead all around the gates may as well not even be there. I'm so caught up in my revenge fantasy that all I can think about is taking Rick the fuck down.

An understandably pissed Negan comes out to meet me. Like he keeps saying though he's a reasonable guy, so he hears me out, and while he knows I'll make a good soldier he also makes it abundantly clear that I cannot let my rage control me while I'm fighting for him.

Anyway so to address the song:

Whatever happened to the young, young lovers? [Carl and I]

One got shot and the other got lost in drugs and punks and blood on the street. Blood, blood on her knees, bloody history [Carl killed himself, and I "lost" myself in the violence of the saviors]

Whatever happened to the hayloft? Burnt to the ground [literally the hayloft on the Greene farm. Enough said]

and what about Pop? He took his ass back to the crack shack with his long johns on, singing that old song:

My baby's got a gun, my baby's got a gun

My baby's got a gun, I better run

My baby's got a gun, it goes

Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom [this now switches to Rick's pov with me fighting against him. He spies me on the "battlefield" at some point, and in this AU I actually get to kill him. The end of S8, where The Saviors would have won if Eugene hadn't fucked them over? Yeah in my version I at least actually get functioning rounds and I take Rick out before he can slit Negan's throat.]

An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg [I literally just decided as I was writing this that my last words to Rick are "an eye for an eye"]

A shot in the heart doesn't make it unbreak. She really didn't wanna make it messy. She really, really didn't, but the girl gone cray [I never wanted it to end this way, I wanted Carl's vision, but Rick just wouldn't listen so here we are.]

[midnightchronicles87]

I was inspired by @littlehungrywarriorcats to use a clan generator to make my own Warrior cat clan for funsies.

It's called Zebraclan, and the clan is described as drowsy and cautious. They live in a birch forest that got ravaged by a fire, and the cats below are those who survived and are part of the clan a year later (there are a few others that aren't seen bc they weren't generated but do exist, I just haven't designed them)

Designs and descriptions beneath the cut (to be done in 2 parts due to image limit)

In allegiance order (apprentices are in the same image as their parent)

Squirrelstar

Squirrelstar is the leader and is actually a chimera of a short hair and a long hair, hence his extra floofy tail and chest. His floofy tail makes him look like a squirrel, hence his name. He's a very high strung cat, anxious and paranoid about whether he's doing a good job leading, and he overcompensates by being very friendly and helpful. He's a good guy, just low self confidence, much imposter syndrome, very jumpy, and always on alert. He does a pretty decent job taking care of his clan with the help of his deputy and mate Lilywhisker and he's the youngest child of litter of 4.

He's so concerned with doing a good job leading since he became leader right after the fire took the old leader, and has to rebuild his dwindling clan. Fortunately he has help from Lilywhisker and the neighboring clans, which Zebraclan is on good terms with

Lilywhisker

Lilywhisker is a sweet lady who reassures Squirrelstar he's doing OK, she is his rock. They work incredibly smoothly together. She's very wise, the planner of the clan, the brains of the operation. She is beloved by all, a true Mom Friend to the whole clan gluing it together. She is cautious but not as intensely as Squirrelstar, she thinks things through considering all options before she acts. Sometimes she gets overwhelmed by how much work she does for the clan, and she does a lot, and when she does, she goes off by herself to the shore of a beautiful lake on the edge of Zebraclan territory to just relax. Squirrelstar catches her favorite food for her and cuddles with her in this special place to cheer her up. She's the oldest of a litter of 5. She and Squirrelstar are very in love and it's the most obvious thing ever.

Cootleaf

Cootleaf is the Medicine Cat. He's eccentric and lazy, a bit of a grouch when he has to actually do his job, but he makes up for it by being good at it. He's amicable and friendly outside of work, if a bit much for the other cats. He likes long walks at night, and is the older middle child of the litter.

Cormorantpaw is Cootleaf's son and neither of them know it. Cootleaf (inadvisably) had a one night stand with another cat (there were no emotions there, it was just a convenient hookup) and she had Cormorantpaw. (She was not included in the generated cats, so if I design her I need to base her on Cormorantpaw)

She refuses to tell Cormorantpaw or Cootleaf about their relationship bc it would threaten Cootleaf's position as Medicine Cat, since they're not allowed to have families. It's a bit of an open secret though, since all the black cats are siblings, and Squirrelstar is mates with Lilywhisker, but the clan is really small right now and Cootleaf doesn't care about Cormorantpaw and his mother outside of his duties as Medicine Cat, so it's not a big deal. The kid himself thinks that his father died in the fire based on how hesitant everyone is to talk about him, though Cormorantpaw is curious as to his father's identity.

Warriors

Ravenstorm

Ravenstorm is a clever dreamer who has mildly prophetic dreams. She's a bit silly, bit wild, likes to have a good ol time and can be quite scrappy, tires her out a lot though: she's just as often found asleep as awake. And she is the oldest child of the litter.

Starlingfoot

Starlingfoot is very energetic, very talkative, can be a bit of a prankster, and usually volunteers to go on patrol. She's very curious, and likes climbing trees to look out over the surroundings, often using this habit to quite literally get the drop on enemies and prey. She's the younger middle child of the litter

Spiderbriar

Spiderbriar is more reserved and prickly, a bit manipulative, carefully weaving others into webs of plans to get what she wants. She likes playing with her enemies and prey before she defeats them, and is sharp and commanding. She is the youngest of the litter

Slugface

Slugface was a loafer as a kitten who likes soaking up the sun. She stuck her face in a bush one day, and came out with a slug on her face, being the source of her warrior name (along with the fact that the stripe of black on her face looks like a slug)

She has since learned to observe and plan before sticking her nose into things, mostly keeps to herself, and she enjoys doing her chores quickly and efficiently so she can loaf and nap worry free. She is the second youngest of the litter

Apprentices (skipped as they are discussed with their parent)

Queens

Squirrelear

Squirrelear is a former kittypet who was abandoned bc her owner didn't want to deal with her having kittens, so she came to Zebraclan already pregnant. And she comes to the clan post fire, but decently far into the reconstruction, and is welcomed with open paws bc she would be very valuable to the genepool and actual population of the clan.

Squirrelear is seen as quite unusual to the others being a hairless cat, and when she's not in the queen den taking care of her kits once they're born, she spends a lot of her time down by the lake, bc hairless cats need a lot of baths. She's used to having all her needs taken care of by someone else, but she's adjusting to taking care of herself decently well. She's quite protective over kits and is a bit of a neat freak. Bc she was abandoned by her owner, she feels anxious about her stay in the clan being too good to be true. From being an outcast, the only hairless cat, and her skin forcing her to spend most of her time in the river and away from other clanmates, she feels distant from them and struggles to make strong connections with the other clanmates. Despite her social struggles and anxieties, she keeps trying, wanting to make friends and help secure her place there and assure a good future for her kits. Her status as a former kittypet does instill a bit of vanity in her though, she was doted on tooth and paw after all, and that feeling of expecting others to do things for her never truly left.

Mallowface

Mallowface is the second oldest of the litter, and lost her mate in the fire. She took this loss very hard, but is putting on a brave smile for her new kits, even though the stress caused them to be born weak and sickly. Everyone is worried about her

[salamanderpie]

All of my Fallout characters, in one single location. Descriptions under the readmore.

Gavine Belmonte- young adult Boomer teen wanting to learn about the rest of the world and maybe get away from his family. Trans and gay.

Jasper Shi- mean lesbian Great Khan who’s grappling with her heritage and what the Khans mean to her.

Wendy Shi- the mean lesbian’s mother. Trying to be there for her adult daughter but it’s a mixed bag.

Lou Carver- a former field medic exposed to many terrible things on the front, he suffered a “fast” ghoulification and then wandered the continent before settling down in Louisiana. About 260 years old.

Leo- ghoulified Chinese Sole Survivor here to smoke cigarettes and meditate on the nature of the apocalypse.

Robin Yu- art thief based on the East Coast, somewhere between a counterfeiter and cat burglar. Loves to sell garbage to rich idiots who don’t know better and can spin yarns very quickly and easily.

Tierra Fontana- a mechanical mind who considers the Kings to be extended family, she works with the Followers to repair water spigots, piping, vehicles, robots, and the occasional musical instrument. An older Latina trans butch lesbian with a good to strained relationship with her siblings.

Josue Fontana- a caravaner and traveling merchant by trade, who likes to make friends in each town. A little flighty. A little bit of a charmer. Very bisexual.

Mack Fontana- a bisexual biracial bigender Chairman entertainer who moonlights as an assassin. Loyal to Benny and his plan to take the Strip from House. Might even start out a little hostile to the courier.

Charlotte “Charlie” Nash- granddaughter of Ruby and Johnson Nash in Primm. She is in the process of becoming a doctor and hopes to open an office in Primm, since the closest is Doc Mitchell in Goodsprings.

Magnolia “Magpie” Pines- a young thief born in the Central Wastes (Kansas), who joined a group that rebuilt a train system, explored a crashed space station, and might have stopped a faction of supermutants kidnapping ghouls. After a long time, they have all gone their separate ways, and Magpie’s way was a floating city with her girlfriend.

Beans- beans.

Isabella- Railroad associated Sole Survivor. Before the war, she was hellbent on taking Robert House down. After the war... who knows?

Grace- Minuteman Sole Survivor, more focused on moving on from the prewar era and rebuilding than looking back.

Mx. Stitches- independent courier with a penchant for explosives. Slowly ghoulifying and is trying to make the best of having most of their skin.

Sweet Caroline- a crawrad rancher who has stayed in the same multigenerational farm her entire life and has only recently been meddling in the affairs of others.

Ginko- a problematic fave lone wanderer courier who buckles psychologically at the wrong moment. A poor decision for her and for everyone on the continent, being a primary tool in the NCR’s expansion eastward. Her ‘adventures’ continue into Wasteland 2 and 3. In the end, her agency is denied at every level.

C6-38- later known as Courier-6, a synth in the far future after the NCR finds the Institute’s tech and starts building its own synth coursers based on the brainscans made of Ginko herself. She is tasked with the same kind of horrid work that Ginko was made to do, a diplomatic first contact in most cases.

Daisuke Kubo- a nuclear physicist from before the war, who, after the war, has decided to become a land steward. Hated by the Brotherhood of Steel. Gay.

Zoe Nicolazzo- a Follower botanist and environmental scientist who learns about Vault 22 and gets extremely pissed about it.

???- what if Y-17 Trauma Harnesses were just a little more fucked up than they are in the base game? What then?

Washington Richardson- an evil bastard. Originally a Legion playthrough courier but it’s a little up in the air. Grew up so hateful of the NCR for what it did that he would give anything to see its ruin. Imagine Wile E. Coyote but so much worse. His singular humanizing trait: he likes dogs.