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[dragonshoardofworks]

Reincarnation Everlasting Trio Part 3 (DPxDC)

[I wanted to post this on White Day to pair it up with the first part that came out on Valentine's Day, but I confused the dates thinking it coincided with 🔪Stabby Day🔪 (the Ides of March), sooo... Sorry?] (^～^;)ゞ(シ_ _)シ

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (you're here) | Part 4

Danny doesn't know why he's so antsy. 

…Correction, he does know, but just doesn't want to acknowledge it.

If Jazz were here, she would have said that he was developing a codependency with Tucker-now-Damian, so being apart for a while would do them good. And she would have been annoyingly right, but she's not here, so Danny is allowed to be antsy. 

Oh, he saw right through Alfred's attempts at distracting him, but given that it was an honest effort and the butler did need a hand, Danny had accepted to help.

But now his Core is incessantly buzzing at him to go and join his future boyfriend (as they had both agreed to wait for Sam before making anything official). And Danny… doesn't know if this is just his normal anxiety or if it’s some sort of ghost instinct/power he knows nothing about. Last time he had ignored a symptom, it had resulted in him freezing from the inside out as his Ice Core had developed, so it's hard to ignore this. 

And this is why, as a particularly high spike of this anxiety shakes his Core while Alfred is putting the cookies in the oven for the post-patrol, Danny yeets himself out of the Manor and starts searching for Robin. 

Something is guiding him in midtown, so he follows without question. Putting on the modified Fenton Phone on, he intercepts the Bats’ signal (or better, Babs had left the channel open for him whenever he needed it) and catches the coda of Robin saying «...to be mutually exclusi-» before the announcement of Joker's break out stalls his Core, making him go faster instead of freezing. 

Why does it always have to be circus freaks?!

…And why does it always have to be exploding fast food joints!? Phantom asks himself as soon as he sees his People on the roof of the Batburgers at the same time as Hiereus announces the bombs’ placement.

After that, Danny's memory is a blur, images superimposing themselves one over the other, as the cackle of his evil future self echoes in his ears along the boom.

Had he lost them again?

🎆🎆🎆

Antheia thinks she's living an out of body experience, since nothing could have compared to the utter madness of this night. Being dumped by the only person in the whole universe that understands her on a molecular level hurts more than any rejection she had experienced in her whole life and will have beyond combined.

The fifteen-years-old girl should have never allowed someone in her heart and given him so much power over her. And the most pathetic thing about this is that she has lost against an unknown boy. If it wasn’t for that particular detail, Thea would have raged against Robin about what her rival has more than her, when the answer is obvious. 

Then the news of the megalomaniac escaping and having access to bombs seems like the shitty cherry on the compost cake, only to be topped by the realization that she’s too far away from any plant that could have taken them away from the danger and…!

Green staring directly into her soul is everything and the only thing that her brain registers as her body feels two collisions (one after the other) and the following whiplash of terminal velocity stopping not even a second later. 

The whole world and the Green (as in the flora) itself could be burning to the ground and Thea wouldn’t have noticed since she’s fixated on this kind of toxic green... No, ectoplasm green.

Her gasp at that tiny epiphany seems enough to make the wielder of those irises unfreeze and then thoroughly wrap himself around her (and her mom?? Someone big is definitely leaning on her in the ghostly cocoon). Not even a second later tears wet her shoulder and their bundle is shaken by sobs, as their saviour is taken over by hysterics. But why…?

“Heeey, Danny, it’s okay, you made it in time this time. You saved them.” Wiggling makes the girl be able to look over the shoulder of the sobbing ghost and gasp at the sight: a teenager about Robin’s age is hovering beside them (with Batman under his arm like a bedragged puppy), dressed in an inverted version of the sidekick’s suit, but his features are completely different from what she expects. Gone are the middle-eastern somatic traits, as they are replaced by afro-american ones with white dreadlocks and the very same ectoplasmic green eyes of the unknown savior. 

“Tucker?” The name escapes unbidden from her lips, but immediately it feels right and everything rushes back.

In the meantime said boy does a double-take, as his eyes google-out and he splutters. “Whastg- Sam??” 

“And Jazz!” A cheerfully (with a note of unhinged hysterics) cuts through, making both (aware) teens jump and turn as much as they can towards Harley Quinn. “Guess that being the mom-friend actually made me a mom, at last!”

“What the actual fuck, Jazz! You can’t be my mom! It’s so unfair!” Thea!Sam protests, trying to wiggle in the ghost’s octopus grasp to see her better.

“I second that! Besides, Harleen Quinzel was born before the accident!” Robin!Tucker exclaims, bewildered, as the ghost squeezes the duo a bit more. “It would be a paradox!”

“I’m just good like that, then.” Harley!Jazz sniffs, in mock-self-importance. “No paradox happened when I read the letter of my past self and it even changed my life! So take that!” 

A sigh so deep that it can be felt into the bones stop any further bickering and the trio turns to look at Batman, who is holding the bridge of his nose as if it’s the last dreg of his sanity left. “While this proves to be the most beneficial development, we still need to go and catch the Joker.”

Robin!Tucker winces, looking at the ghost clinging to the reincarnations. “Good luck with that, Dad, because Danny’s not gonna let them go anytime soon. And you can bet that when he’s coherent enough again, we’re gonna be engulfed in that hug for a while, too. The thing that just happened triggered his most major trauma, soo…” He trails, gesturing to the ghost… that only now T!Sam registers as who really is and so she startles.

“Oh Ancients, Danny!” T!Sam forces the halfa to raise his face from the crook of her neck and he pliantly obliges, but he’s still crying a river and ugly sobbing. He looks like he hasn’t aged a day from his 15th birthday and that he actually matches the description of the meta-vigilante that’s attached to Robin’s hip. Guilt immediately surges inside of her for the things she has said about him during the argument on the roof and so she hugs him, tight, copied by H!Jazz.

“...Okay. Robin,” said halfa floats straighter, “we’ll leave the search and subjugation of the Joker to Nightwing and Black Bat. Can you bring us to the safehouse Tango-Uniform-Echo? That would give us at least a semblance of privacy.”

“There should be no issue.” Experimentally he pushes Phantom’s back and the group moves in the right direction, so after a nod, Robin ferries everyone in the agreed safehouse (by also turning them invisible and intangible to sneak in).

As soon as they are enclosed by the walls, Phantom uncoils a bit, just enough to let R!Tucker slip into the hug (Batman, luckily for him, manages to stay out of reach and so he’s free, but poised as a sentry), as they relocate on a king-sized bed for comfort. Danny seems to have calmed down enough to have stopped crying, but he’s dissociating now, so that leaves R!Tucker to be questioned by the girls.

“Why is he still so young? He should be at least a decade older.” H!Jazz murmurs, drying the old tears from her former-little-brother.

“...Do you remember the villain that offed us?” A flash of red eyes and fangs makes the duo shudder and Danny unconsciously hugs them tighter. “Since Danny wanted to avoid creating him, the moron decided it was better if he went Sleeping Beauty.” R!Tuck fondly pets the other’s white hair, getting a faint purr in response. “My current-life siblings and I found his capsule a few weeks ago and by waking him up, it also awakened my memories.”

“Did that make you a halfa?” T!Sam whispers, eyeing his ghost form. “And why do you look like past-you like this?”

He snickers in response. “Nah, I’m a halfa because of my grandfather and then a recent dip in an ectoplasmic pool jump-started my Core.” He looks down at himself. “Remember how Danny once said that ghosts’ appearance is derived by their self-image?” Two nods. “Since I still see myself at least half as Tucker, my ghost form reflects that. So that I can be both myselves.”

There’s a pause of silence, in which T!Sam gathers the courage to speak up. “I’m sorry about early. You did have a good reason to avoid going on full missions, I guess. Danny’s first weeks of adjustment weren’t funny.”

R!Tuck shakes his head. “I still should have said something, that’s the least you deserved. We’ve been partners in crime-fighting in both the past and current life.” He lifts her red bangs with a hand to kiss her on the forehead. “Danny and I were also searching for you, yanno? We were certain that you were stubborn enough to get yourself a new life to kick our asses again.”

T!Sam blushes up to the tip of her ears and tries to push him away with no result, since Danny is still holding tight. “Tucker Robin Foley! Who are you and what did you do to both my boys? None of them were this smooth and direct!”

R!Tuck just laughs. “Blame Danny! The moron just straight kissed me out of nowhere to shut me up! I don’t even know how he managed to convince me that the three of us won’t dance around each other this time around. Probably it was something about being too late last time and regretting it.”

“Not the Clueless One anymore, then?” H!Jazz joins in petting Danny’s hair fondly.

“Not for this, at least. I bet he’ll find other ways to make us exasperated.” R!Tuck drawls.

“That’s a sucker bet, no one will take you up to that.” T!Sam deadpans.

“TT, there are so many of them in my family they would have flocked at the chance, I tell you.”

“...Did you just make a bird pun?” A rough voice just above of a whisper breaks the brief quiet deadpan spell and the three of them turn to Danny, who’s blinking lethargically at R!Tuck.

“Figures that that’s what makes you come back to the land of the living, you dork.” The vigilante ruffles the other halfa’s hair fondly. “How do you feel?”

“Drained.” Danny goes to rub his eyes with a hand, but finds both of them still gripping T!Sam and H!Jazz’s clothes. He frowns in confusion and looks up at the woman and girl, then stares at them uncomprehending. After a second of rebooting, he turns to R!Tuck, still confused. “Why am I clinging to your crush and her mom?”

While the “stabby” Robin chokes at the statement, H!Jazz snickers then outright cackles in unhinged glee, while T!Sam processes the whole thing. What is her life?

“OMG, your nonexisting mouth-filter while exhausted is still the same!” H!Jazz replaces the other’s boy hand on the (confused) white head, whose owner looks at her owlishly. Her mirth gives way to fondness and bittersweetness. “I’m glad that some things never change, after all, little brother.”

Tentatively, with hope in his eyes, a more alert Danny whispers “Jazz?” and that spurs T!Sam to be included.

“Yeah, can you believe that, Danny? Being saved by your Sleeping Beauty ass just to discover that your sister is now my mom? What’s next, Mr. Lancer reincarnated as Superman?” 

“Please, don’t even joke about that! It’s bad enough that he flirts with Father, I can’t add this to the folder as well!” (In the background Batman silently chokes like his son has done a few seconds before. Clark does what??)

(Ignoring the banter, Danny silently takes in T!Sam's appearance –the blood red hair, the sky blue eyes, the greenish sheen on her pale skin, the dormant humm inside her chest–, but, above everything else, the familiar signature of her soul, which, like Harley’s, brings a pang of nostalgia for the Before.)

Before T!Sam can continue to tease her friend, she’s engulfed into another hug along with her mom, this time more coherent, but with the same urgency and desperation that had been before. 

With a fond sigh H!Jazz hugs back, while T!Sam strokes his back as Danny nuzzles into her shoulder. They stay silent for a while before he starts to chuckle.

At the general “uhm?”, Danny leans back with wet eyes, but still no new tears spilled. “I should have guessed that Tucker’s new life’s crush couldn’t have been anyone else other than you, he is predictable like that!”

“Danny! Stop exposing me like this! I still have a reputation to maintain among my brothers!” R!Tuck protests indignantly.

“What reputation?” Danny chortles. “Why do you think I know about ‘Blossom’ and how far gone you were for her in the first place before I came?”

“Greyson…” R!Tuck growls with the same venom of the “Dinkleberg”-meme.

“Not even the worst offender! Hiereus and Spoiler are such gossiping old ladies that they took me up to speed with probably everything after they kidnapped me for their shovel talk.” As the reincarnated trio gapes, Danny hums in thought. “That and making me part of the betting pool definitely took away points from their intimidation factor, tho. Pity, because at that point it had been a solid 8.”

“Who gave the best one?” H!Jazz, still bewildered, asks in genuine curiosity.

“Agent A, who else?” Danny turns to Batman who already suspected that. “Batdad, your dad is the scariest mortal that I’ve ever met, I still can’t get how he didn’t beat into submission my evil future self in the other timeline.” He rambles, probably to hide his nerves like he always did in the Before. (B almost snorts at the familiarity that Danny uses with him, already used to it after weeks of knowing him but refrains because he's worried about the deflection.) “If the Long Now is in mood for letting us visit, we could ask CW about it when we’ll go to the InfiRe for your check up. I mean, if we promise we won’t change anything it’s like watching a show, right?”

“Danny.” T!Sam cradles his face and he immediately shuts up, suddenly meek. “What are you afraid of?”

It takes him a minute of looking anywhere but them, before he caves, wilting like a flower. “...This feels too good to be true. I don’t want it to be a coma dream.”

“It just looks like that because Karma is giving back what you earned, Danny.” R!Tuck gives him a kiss on the temple and he leans in the gesture, slightly blushing green.

“Yeah, just for the whole Christmas Trauma, we should be rewarded, I swear.” H!Jazz huffs, getting a small smile from Danny. (Progress!)

“When you put it like that…” 

“Hush, ya know that I'm right-a, I've got the whole doctorate now to prove it!” The Harley in Jazz shows up with her smugness.

“Oh Green, you're right!” T!Sam is properly distressed, as the boys catch up.

“And she's also your mother now, so you can't escape from being psychoanalyzed anymore, Bloss!” R!Tuck shakes her in horror.

“Wait wait wait, how is this even possible? Isn’t your mom Poison Ivy?” Danny interrupts the escalated (dramaqueen-esque) freak out and gestures to all of her.

T!Sam squints at him in suspicion. “Didn’t his siblings tell you all the gossip?”

“Well, yeah, but most of what Hiereus knew were deductions and conspiracy theories. And this disaster of a halfa was worse than a tomb about being silent on you, when I tried to breach the subject! He just added more credibility to the crush-theory since he was trying to hoard you!” Danny points at R!Tuck, who groans and blushes green.

“TT, maybe I just wanted to be in perfect control of my powers before introducing her to you.” R!Tuck mumbles, crossing his arms.

“You wanted to show off!” T!Sam accuses, pointing into his face. He leans back, huffing, bright green in embarrassment but not refusing the statement. She then sighs deeply, facepalming with both hands. “You’re such an idiot, why do I love you is beyond me, may Green save me.” She says, muffled, unknowingly making the boys jolt in interest and hope.

They look at one another, confirming having heard her, so then they lean over.

“But we’re your idiots, so that checks out?” R!Tuck rests his forehead on hers, making her peek at him over her fingers.

She huffs and glances to the side where Danny is waiting silently and hopeful (never demanding, always waiting on the sidelines, too selfless for his own good). “Okay, fine, my idiots.” She lowers her hands and slightly headbutts R!Tuck. “But you owe me so many explanations and secrets to make us even!”

“Of course!” R!Tuck agrees readily, but to her it’s still not enough, feels almost too easy.

“And at least three steaks! That’s non-negotiable!” She growls, making the other grimace, but nod.

The loudest gasp ever heard from Danny shakes the duo apart to look at him questioningly. Being a halfa gives several advantages, among which the body manipulation, so his jaw is actually touching the bed with how much it has dropped. “SAM!” Danny shrieks when he finally gets a hold on himself (and her shoulders). “Are you actually a carnivore??”

The world tilts on its axis as Antheia and Samantha realign themselves and the girl chokes on nothing as realization strikes. “Oh Ancients, I am! It’s mama’s fault and she’s even right, I can’t go back as a vegan! It destroys the ecosystems!”

That seems to be the last straw as Danny and her mom (Jazz! She’s Jazz, oh no, oh no) start to cackle, unhinged, while R!Tucker whines that they actually switched places with reincarnation, how was that even possible…!

(Yet, neither Antheia nor Samantha regret getting this second chance to start again with her boys, despite the clear differences. No one will be able to tear them apart from one another again now.)

[moonstruckdraws]

Hephaestus & Algaea

Trust is not given, it's forged.

Look at thaaaaat another God on my list. Of course I had to do another Goddess though cause they're too fun to make- So I made his wife (who I didn't know was his wife until a while ago) Algaea, one of the Charities/Kharities!

Before I start to spew nonsense and act like I know what I'm doing with these designs, I must give mention to @superscrub323 because of their help. I would not have the ideas of what to do with Hephaestus (and ESPECIALLY Algaea) if now for their assistance, so I take no credit in the rambling I will be doing in this post, except for a few things. Thank you again, I really appreciate it. :]

Now to rambling (edit: this is quite a long one, sorry):

His clothes are the most.. different out of everyone else with one of his sacred animals just plastered on it instead of incorporating it in a more creative way, but honestly I was so frustrated making his design.. He's the most likely to get changed for better detail (like on his belt I just blanked and moved on until adding that heart lock, but I'll get to that). Same for his prosthetic leg. I just had to get something down on the canvas or else I'd be stuck. But I'll be redoing that too to be better.

For starters, if you're wondering why he ain't in an apron or any blacksmithing attire it's because I like to think Hephaestus is so comfortable and used to forging that he wouldn't see a need to change. If he gets the job done, does it matter what he wears? (my real answer is because I didn't want to because I had.. like no inspiration to-) He gets his clothes dirty and covered in dust, so I imagine Algaea making him promise to wear an apron more often. He will probably have goggles in the future too, but right now he doesn't.

Giving him an arm made of magma and rock was not my idea, but it is such a sick idea. I'm not surprised to see others take the same approach because honestly it's incredibly cool. Hephaestus is described as lame because of his leg(s) or apparently his face (???), which the latter I never understood when younger. Idk if that's a newer thing or not, but it just didn't make sense to me, and still kinda doesn't. When asked if I wanted to go with the prosthetic or an ugly face, I went with the prior because I didn't want to do anything to his face, but ended up making half of his face magma so- I interpret it as, after being thrown off Olympus, he lands on his face so hard it breaks (do the gods have bones..??) his skull. That gets hardened & fixed by magma, while the surface skin remains just plain magma (idk how it stays in okay-). His other leg being made of magma and rock was another idea I thought of, and saw when looking for refs, so I thought it'd be cool to have that with his arm.

Gave him a beard. Plan was to have him be bald, but stars, I am a sucker for a man bun so he has that now- also told that since he likes to make jewelry, I should deck him out in it. Obviously he is not decked out in it- again, no ideas in my brain, and with all the magma, he was getting cluttered as it was. And jeez this is going on long- why does he and Algaea have the most symbolism rn?-

Moving onto Algaea, the youngest Kharities out of the three, which I never remember for the life of me, I always think she's the oldest. Probably because alphabetically.. Anyway, I was suggested to give her a fuller body and make her have accent purple. Also was suggested to give her blonde hair in a braid, but I went for ombre instead as I imaged her hair to be brown. Why not mix the two? I also wanted her hair to be up in a bun (higher up than Hera and Athena's) and added braids in that.

Also side headcanon that I plan to give all the Kharities (those outside of the main three as well) flowers on the side of their heads (because Antheia has em, so I thought why not)

However the flowers she and her two sisters are going to have are poppies of different colors, and be part antelope. The Kharities (at least when I tried looking, but I also could've not looked hard enough) had no sacred animal or plant that I could find, so I got creative.. anemones, or Poppies, are sacred flowers to Aphrodite (due to the whole Adonis thing), so I'm giving it to the three Kharities just by that association. And I added the antelope because it symbolizes grace & beauty, just like they do. Because Algaea is the youngest, I gave her the shortest horns (and plan for Euphrosyne to have those boomerang-shaped horns & Thalia to have the spiral ones). She has three heart clips on her person as an attendant to Aphrodite & being the third daughter. And she's in jewelry of course, though the patterns on her clothes will likely change to be better.

Final thing: the heart lock & key. I wanted to add something to Algaea, and an open spot was her neck, so I was going to give her a necklace with a key on it. But I went to look up how keys looked in Ancient Greece, and well, it's too big to be a neckpiece lol, but I did find images of Roman keys and decided to use that. Problem was, I didn't like how it looked, so I moved it. To her bracelet. Originally in its place was a donkey, but I put the key there and thought it would be cool if the key was like a spare key to Hephaestus's forge. It's tucked into the bracelet and no one would be the wiser (good on you Hephaestus). And I gave him a heart lock because, c'mon- (I needed to fill the space on his belt it's so gosh darn bland I can'tttttt! I want to fix it so bad but I'm so OVER HIM RIGHT NOW) whatever I'll get to it.

oh also he cools down his magma so he doesn't burn her. okay that's it-

[aikokoko33]

𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺, 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻

୨୧┇Pairing: Telemachus X male!Reader

Teheh finally a male reader X epic the musical am I right? :3

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 ℴ𝓃ℯ

Telemachus walked silently around the halls of the palace , careful to not draw unwanted attention from the suitors who were busy eating and drinking.

"Telemachus." The soft voice of his mother broke the silence of the hall

"Yes , mother?" He answered, turning to look at her

"..I would like for you to accompany me to a ..meeting to put it that way." She started , her eyes softening at the boy's obvious tension

"A meeting?" He asked , a small pause before asking again

"What kind of meeting?" He asked , a bit skeptical

"..a meeting with a kingdom I do not really like and I would appreciate if you'd keep me company.." she said , her voice nervous

Telemachus , sensing his mother's nervousness eventually nodded , agreeing to her request...after all it was better than listening to the suitors torment him everyday.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Vairya's footsteps echoed trough the halls of the Ithaca palace , his head turning around to look at the palace's details."..Remind me why are we here again?" He mumbled , annoyed

Antheia, his mother turned her head , her eyes glistening with mischief."Because , now that Odysseus is basically declared dead we can take advantage of that and use Penelope to our benefit." She said , a small smirk forming her lips.

"..we don't know if the guy is actually dead , mother" Vairya mumbled , straightening his tunic.

His father , Asklepio glared at him "The King has been gone for 20 years , how could you possibly think he's still alive?"

"I mean , think about it" Vairya started "we don't know for sure if the king is actually dead..what if he's still on his way? Maybe he's fighting with monsters or something.. don't you think it's kind of suspicious that the great Odysseus hadn't came home in 20 years? You never know , Father"

His father narrowed his eyes , placing a hand on his shoulder "Vairya , you are the future king of Kratheos. Act like it. We can't have you doubting everything! Now come one , straighten up and act like a future king."

Vairya straightened up as his father told him , his eyes remaining emotionless despite the feeling he felt in his stomach.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

"My my , Penelope this place sure has...changed since your husband had lastly been home.." Antheia said , her voices smooth yet venomous.

Penelope remained calm , despite the urge to throw the insult back. "Yes..it indeed has changed since the suitors are here..but let's focus on the main reason you're here , not my palace."

Asklepio cleared his throat "yes , I apologise for my wife's behaviour...she tends to make unnecessary comments.."

While Asklepio was talking with Penelope , explaining why they're here Vairya's eyes shifted to the Prince of Ithaca , his gaze lingering more than it should.

"..uhmm.. I'm Telemachus, prince of Ithaca.." Telemachus mumbled , extending a hand for a handshake with a nervous smile.

"..I know who you are , your highness" Vairya said , keeping his hands behind his back.

"..please , no need for formalities..just call me Telemachus" he said , still attempting to be friendly.

"..by your name? I thought every future king should know that we don't use the names of the royal people when we first meet...or did your daddy never teach you?" Vairya said , a small smirk forming his lips

Telemachus's eyes darkened , a snarl forming his face "watch your tongue. You're in MY palace. You won't disrespect my father like that." He growled , getting in his face

"My my , so violent..you wouldn't wanna start a fight in front of your mother , would you?" He grinned , enjoying Telemachus's distress.

"..you little—" he growled but Penelope interrupted.

"Telemachus." She said in a firm tone.

Telemachus froze , his gaze flickering to his mother.

"...sorry mother.." he mumbled , looking down in shame.

Gods this will be a long meeting...

I apologise in advance if this is not so well made it's my first time actually writing something like this 😔

[neptuniadoesstuff]

Claws of light questions lol

Who are the leaders? How did each attain power? What is their rule like, and are they respected by their people?

Who are the protags? What are they like?

What is the title referring to :0

Hmmm let's see....

Leaders (YES ALL OF THEM BCS IM INSANE!):

Queen Apex (Ice)

Queen Antheia (Mud)

The many Nightwing village cheifs (But the most well known is Cheif Ebony (She/Her) of Tarnek Village)

Queen Rainbow (Rain)

Queen Brightsting (Sand)

Queen Titan (Sea)

Queen Tectonic (Sky)

Lady Soot (Blazed) (Mist) (The original Queen, Cumulus, went missing)

Queen Mayfly (Hive)

Senator Alexandra (She/Her) (Silk), Senator Ermine (He/They) (Moth), Senator Hex (He/Him) (Hive) & Queen Methuselah (Leaf) (These guys are in charge of the LeafSilk Kingdom but i feel like there would be 4 places in the Kingdom)

Queen Mole & Queen Roundworm (Dweller)

Queen Harmony (Gaia)

Queen Satellite (Tech)

Queen Rosé (Flora)

Queen RoseQuartz (Crystal)

King AetherBloom (Aether)

King NetherDrop (Nether)

Queen Python (Venom) (Originally Queen Fang (who was a complete tyrant) but she was murked by her duaghter, Python)

Queen Alpha (Feral)

Queen Andromeda & Queen MilkyWay (Zodiac)

The many Blumopus Village cheifs (But one well known one is Cheif Splatter (He/Him) of Inkblot Village)

Queen Mosaic (Glass)

Queen Bloodstream (Originally, now run by the 2 sisters, Lady BrainWorm & Lady HeartGulf)

Queen Tyrannosaurus (Proto)

The many cheifs of many Fairybluma Villages (Unknown although)

Queen Spotlight (Neon)

The Protags are well... Depends on the story really.

Arc 1 (Main Series): Neuron (Tech/Leaf/Flora), Lacrymaria (Blumo), MorningStar (Nether), Unknown, Python (Venom)

Arc 2 (Main): Unknown

Arc 1 (Outer Lands): Unknown

Arc 2 (Outer Lands): Weevil (Hive/Moth), Ghost (Moth/Hive), Unknown

Arc 1 (Isles): NorthStar (Ice/Night), Unknown

The title is sorta a reference to the WoF title but with my own twist. Instead, the series is sorta about well... Becoming the becoming of hope & anyone who is the beacon of hope is considered as the one with "The Claws of Light). But tahst just a answer I made up so you kinda can take that with a grain of salt.

[hinacu-arts]

Pjo au poll masterpost

I have ZERO ideas for her im literally scrambling here

[fixyourwritinghabits]

Hey! I'm not a good writer, it's hard for me because I'm more of a visual artist, but for a long time I've been planning out a story that is very important to me. It's supposed be a realistic portrayal of ocd, but I don't want to explicitly state that the main character has ocd. I want the readers to notice symptoms throughout the story, and gain a better understanding of how it feels to have this horrible disorder, but without them bringing along harmful (and unfortunately extremely common)...

…misconceptions about ocd. As someone who has had severe ocd as long as I can remember, I really want this story to turn out well so I can do my part to challenge the stigma. Do you have any tips or ideas for how to go about this? 

You’ve got a hard but important task set out before you here. My advice is to start out just writing. Get it all down. It’s going to be flawed and imperfect, but you need the content to exist before you can start analyzing what about it is harmful or misleading. You’ve got a big advantage in that you actually know what you are talking about – it makes you the perfect person to write this story. 

Trust yourself to write about everything – and don’t pull any punches. Don’t hold anything back, no matter how vulnerable it makes you feel. There will be times when it sucks to share those things, even with a piece of paper. Push through. Finish that first draft.

Then, trust yourself to know what reads well, and what doesn’t. Second draft revisions are all about cuts. What’s not adding to the story? What’s not as realistic a portrayal as you thought at the time? What’s simplifying, instead of complicating, the issues you are exploring?

When you’ve finished your second draft, go back to the first kind of trust, and look for places you can add nuance, scenes you think are missing, etc. Trust yourself to add the write things and know what’s missing.

Cycle through steps 2 and 3 until you feel pretty okay with your story. Then take the big leap and find someone else, preferably someone who is also intimately familiar with OCD, and trust them. Give them your story, ask them if it represents their experience, and if not, how. I promise, it won’t represent their experience 100%. It almost certainly never will because they are not the writer, you are. You’ll have to choose which parts of their experience you want to include. But an outside pair of eyes is crucial to understanding how an audience receives your text. You are writing to an audience, after all.

When you’ve had one or two people familiar with OCD read your piece, find a few people that you trust, and/or a few people who are the kind of people you want reading your book. Ask them to read it, and ask them what they took away from it. Not whether it was good or bad. Ask what stuck in their memories at the end, what they identified with or didn’t identify with. See if they came away with what you hoped, or at least what you like.

When all this is done, and you’ve done a responsible job of revision and rereading ad nauseum, and you get your piece all published and now you’re super famous and a million people have read your portrayal of OCD, breathe. Know that you are not responsible for communicating anyone’s entire concept of a disease that many people suffer. It is not up to you to police people’s ability to not draw poor conclusions and make offensive stereotypes. You do a responsible job of writing and revising, and then you’ll have to let it go a bit, and let it live it’s life. Maybe somebody will point out something legitimate that you portrayed poorly, and you can apologize and if future print runs go out you can choose to correct it for those. But if you do a responsible job telling your story, then you’re going to be okay, because it’s your story. The best way to erase stereotype is to add to the images of the thing being stereotyped. Not all Asians will be seen as Jackie Chan if Constance Wu and Ken Jeong and John Cho and Lucy Liu and Steven Yeun, etc, etc, etc also get to be on screen and get to have vastly different roles. Not all OCD sufferers will be seen as Monk if you and others add your voices to the chorus. You are one of many, and it’s not your burden to represent the whole.

[ndn-craft]

more,,,,, listeners,,,, obsessed,,,

but if not a ren of the diggity dog kind perhaps?

Ren diggity dog <3

[ask-herbegreen-forest-blog]

Antheia: Here you go, ma’am! Most of us are average-sized for our kind. ... ᴵ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵗᵃˡˡᵉʳ⁻ᵗʰᵃⁿ⁻ᵃᵛᵉʳᵃᵍᵉ ᴿᶦᵇᵒᵐᵇᵉᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ˡᶦᵏᵉ... 

Heracles: Mmmn, I wonder if one day I’ll have a horn as large as Sir Kaiser’s.

Kaiser: Forget it, you’re fine zee way you are. A leader like myself should have zee bigger horns anyway!

Lilianne: It’s a strange thing to imagine, but if Boy Wonder and Sir Kaiser didn’t have horns, we’d stand at identical heights. Interesting, don’t you think? 

Florence: It’s easy to blend in when I’m short like this... I hope I never have to grow up.

[heirstogaruda-blog]

♥, ◆, ϟ, ☛, ✯, ✎ both Kamira and Antheia

♥ is there an article of clothing that means the most to your muse?

◆ what is one secret your muse has?  

ϟ who means the most to your muse? why?

☛ what is your muse’s biggest regret?

✯ which three traits define your muse?

✎ what does life mean to your muse?

 ❝  Father’s judge robe is more important than anything else I have. ~♫ My eyes are quite sensitive. My family means the most to me, especially my dear mother. I regret being too weak to save father or at least stop him from going --I don’t plan to repeat the mistake. I’m cunning, musical, graceful~♫ And life is that which souls spend building up the offenses that I’ll judge them on~♫ ❞

❝  My surplice. My weaknesses. My family. Letting Kamira and mother down. Powerful, oldest, complicated. Life’s what happens before you die. ❞

[s1ater]

heart like a garden. theodore nott x reader

antheia; goddess of gardens, flowers, swamps, and marshes. lover; a partner in a sexual or romantic relationship outside marriage.

“do you ever think much of... me?”

you heard theo’s sweet laughter fill the previous quiet air, his head turning towards yours, stopping his shuffling movements, “what a silly question.”

you almost felt yourself frown at his answer. it not exactly fulfilling your expectations of an answer, until he lied a hand against your cheek, grazing his thumb up and down against your cheekbone, the sweetest glint in his eyes, “of course i do, love. why wouldn’t i?”

you almost poured to his admiration. a striking smile on his face while he continued to stroke your cheek, as if putting you into a spell with how easily you begun to lean into his hand full of compassion of warmth and tenderness.

“you’re my darling,” it made you melt even more, smiling to his will. you watched him lean away, removing his hand from your face, causing you to frown.

you watched him begin to pick small flowers that surrounded your greatly. the different colorations of peddles blending together full of beauty and mesmerizing softness, appealing more and more as you stared.

he begun to twirl the green stems around his fingers as well as each other, and soon enough they begun to wine together themselves, causing him to pause, his eyes completely mesmerized with the contraction before meeting your own, also slightly captivated.

“sorry,” you mumbled, but he smiled, placing the fully spun flowers, now in the form of a crown on your head.

“damn flower witch,” he shook his own head, making sure the frail yet beautiful flowers looked correctly adjusted on your head. he couldn’t help but smile lightly.

you smiled softly in return before he went back to his full height from straightening out his back. you pressed your lips against his to his surprisal. he thought he could never be so in love with someone until he met you and your pretty face.

it was a rather strange situation involving pomona sprout’s garden. he had watched you for awhile leaned over the large planter with your hands hovering above some of the neglected greens. you watched them grow tremendously, as did he silently and slightly stunned as his head craned back to watch the plants grow till they were taller than both of you combined.

“awfully pretty,” he mumbled causing you to jump, turning your back away from him fast. you tightened your loosened tie instinctively as you stared back at him still rather startled.

“awfully like you,” you had mumbled back, causing him to smile looking down to his nicely shined shoes before back up. “although your quite frightening.”

you both had laughed then.

you adored that moment just as the many other moments the two of you had shared. like the one right then. the pair of you always went on a picnic on nice sunny days where the flower were flourishing with your help. you always put on a nice dress while he wore his usual lazy attire, but you could never complain. you adored him dressed up or not.

the two of you had suddenly fallen, theo rolling to his back while you were on top of him with fits of giggles in between the two of you. your knees pressed against the thin sheet from underneath the two of you when you rolled up.

he reached his hand up to your now straddling body, his fingers grazing across your cheek causing you to smile lightly, “aren’t you darling.”

your cheeks grew red as a rose with his compliments, something he loved.

theo then flipped the two of you over. him now hovered over you with a smile on his face, teasing but gentle. his lips once against met yours as he leaned down, trapping you underneath his body as you became overwhelmed with a good sickish feeling in your stomach.

he always knew how to make you feel good. he made your heart flow with so much love and admiration you never knew you had. you always wanted to feel this way, forever, with theo.

and theo would promise you endlessly that you were his garden that he would love forever.

slater’s note: ignore how cringy that was

[aflowerthatbloomed]

𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔞🩰

⁀➷ blurb!: the last elf left in the whole nine realms...and she is left with the asgardians. but not just any asgardinas the royalty. the king and queen of asgard. anthiea goddess of flowers spent the rest of her days with the asgardians being adored by the two sons.

ೃ⁀➷warnings!: loss of family, tragedy, hurt/comfort, angst, swearing, etc...

Chapter 2 ׂׂૢ་༘࿐:fairy tales. 

a month later…

She was so tiny, the prince brothers thought someone could step on her. Everyone of Asgard was one who did not lack height. But the little elf-pixie sure did. Currently she was practicing her ballet one her own, something that Frigga encouraged the young girl to do. 

Secretly she wanted the little girl to focus on everything but losing her whole planet and family. So she put her in many Asgardian activities. Including defense class which she was a bit hesitant about due to her age. 

Antheia loved ballet, she didn’t care for every other activity that the queen placed upon her. She loved to dance for independence. She didn’t need to rely on anyone, when she danced it was all her. The girl loved the tights and exquisite outfits that went with the sport. 

Though she hated the pain her feet went through when she slid on the pointe shoe. Still she liked the way it looked when she went up on her tiny tip toes. Her dance classes took place in the palace, a place she wasn’t allowed to leave until she was of age. The little princess was restricted to just being inside; she had the whole palace grounds and courtyard to play and frolic. 

She was always an agreeable girl, never one to break rules and always listened when told something. Deep down a part of her evided prince Loki and Prince Thor. They always left and re-entered when they wanted to. When she lived in Alfheim she wasn’t allowed out of the palace either. 

Though at that point in her life she didn’t care because her mother or father would never leave the kingdom either. But now her two new role models left all the time. Monkey see monkey do. And she wanted to do it. 

Doing a little leap she ended her little session for the day. Plopping her bum on the ground she untied her perfectly tied ribbon on her pointe shoes. Her little feet felt so relieved she stretched out her toes before running out the room to hers. 

Antheia loved her room. Frigga made it perfect for her. The white walls and the pink flowers that were painted on with gold trimming. It reminded the elf-pixie so much of her home planet. On her way to her room she was running down the hall something she really wasn’t supposed to do.

 But no one was home at the moment so she was more than happy to run freely around the castle. Her eyes caught sight of a black haired cat. Stopping instantly in her tracks she timidly put her hands out for the cat to show she was of no harm. The little cat instantly walked over to her though it started glowing green.

Squealing back in shock the girl fell right down on her backside making her hiss in pain from the hard floor. Looking down she saw the cat was no longer a cat. Instead they were a pair of leather boots. Antheia’s head shot up to see no other than her favorite trickster in his full height dressed in his blac and green leather clothes. Biting her lip she knew she was in for it now. 

“Now, now, now. What is this hm? Were you running in the halls little Antheia?” the once cat asked condensing knowing all too well the answer. 

The elf-pixie could never lie to him because she loved enough to never lie to him. And also he always knew when she fibbed. She stood there red in the face not knowing what to say to the mischief god. She should have known. Loki was infamous for transforming into different animals. Snakes are the most common. Antheia cursed herself for not realizing it was him. He always catches her in the mice of her mischief. 

“What is it darling? Cat got your tongue?” He questioned as he watched her open her mouth a couple of times to say something. But every answer she was going to say she couldn’t find a way to word it.

“Sorry…” The pixie mumbled as she turned to begin walking toward her room again, her feet dragging under her head. 

Before she knew it Loki was in front of her again with a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, Antheia huffed seeing she wasn’t going to get out of this one. Lifting her arms as if she wanted to be held with her ballet shoes still clutched in her tiny hands securing them by holding them by the pastel pink ribbon. Rolling his enchanting blue eyes he obliged. His slender hands wrapped under her, placing her so that she was sitting comfortably on his hip. 

“That’s alright love, I won’t tell if you won’t.” 

Antheia nodded furiously. 

“Prince Loki, why are you home so early?” the ballerina giggled as he began to walk at a fast pace to which the goddess knew where. 

“Hm…ma chaton you think no one stays behind to watch you. My love, you’re not even five years of age yet,” the raven-haired man chuckled out thinking it was adorable that she thought anyone would trust her at the young age of four. A subtle pout formed on her rosy lips but she understood. Did that mean one of them caught her eating chocolate? 

“Yes. I have at least,” Loki answered the question she knew she said in her head. 

“Prince Loki! How did you do such a thing!” she squealed as Loki pinched her sides and she noticed they were walking toward her bedroom. Loki didn’t tell her she whispered out her thoughts, he just wanted her to think he was incredible. But that was the thing she thought he was incredible regardless.  

She felt relieved she wanted to get out of the tight leotard that was suffocating her. Or it was God's strength. 

“That’s a secret only I will ever know about my little one.” 

“You’re amazing,” she whispered out in astonishment, making the young god chuckle, kissing her cheeks with so much aggression, making her take her tiny hands to push him away. Though she had no strength compared to him so he continued to pepper her cheeks with tiny kisses. 

The soon-to-be little flower goddess with big eyes caught sight of her grand white door, “Halt!” she squealed, making Loki stop in his tracks. 

He gave her playful eyes, making her eyebrows furrow with the same emotion. She growled playfully before squirming out of his arms like a little snake as she hopped down when she noticed his grip loosened. 

“Hey what I have told you about that,” the raven-haired god scolds while looking down at the sheepish girl. 

“Don’t.” Antheia sighed, rocking back and forth on her toes. 

“Right. So don’t.” 

A huff of frustration left Antheia’s mouth all she wanted to do was change out of her tight leotard and into something more comfortable but every five minutes Loki was scolding her on something. Taking a deep breath she looked Loki in the eye, noticing his gaze was on she could only consider parental while he stood with his hands on his hips like a mother scolding her child. 

“I’m going to go change thank you, prince Loki,” the elven princess thanked softly, not wanting to create any friction between them. She really just wanted to change and was growing very fussy. 

Loki nodded, noticing her growing annoyance, she was trying so hard to hide it from him. He was just more than grateful she wasn’t lashing out at him. The god of mischief was not one who could tolerate people sassing him. He wasn’t known for his patient temper. 

“Alright, let me help you,” he offered, kindly wanting to calm her down, starting to feel bad that he had upset her. 

Antheia went red in the face. Why would she need help? She thought she was big now. She still didn't need everything. 

“It’s okay prince Loki! I’m a big girl now!” the little elf told him proudly. Loki rolled his eyes since when did this idea get in her head? She always asked for help and relied on Thor and him for everything. Even if it was to reach snacks she shouldn't be in the royal kitchen. Who would plant such an outrageous idea in her head, she was four.

“A big girl? Wow alright, go in. I will wait for her out here just in case,” Loki said in fake astonishment, wanting to play this game she didn’t even know she created. 

“Okay! But I will be okay!” The wide-eyed girl told him honestly standing on her tippy toes to reach the handle. Loki hid a scoff but covered his mouth with his hand as he watched her do this. 

“Don’t forget I’m right out here!” 

When Loki saw the door close he lent against the wall in the hall—patiently awaiting his call. For now, little Antheia was scrambling in her room to find the outfit that was already laid out by the maids. It was a gorgeous white dress with the neckline being a very subtle v-neck with a pretty rose fabric below it and white ruffles hanging below it, while the sleeves were one like a tank-top with gorgeous red ribbons on both sides. The waist of the dress was completed with a magnificent satin red bow that matched the ones on the sleeves. The white lace fabric continued down leaving an opening showing more of the pretty rose fabric as the hemline was finished off with lace and more little red ribbons. The dress had a matching bonnet and a pair of pearls. 

The pixie went behind the mannequin dropping her ballet shoes. She started gently unbuttoning it and the dress completely fell off when she was done. A little squeak left Antheia’s lips in shock. Loki heard this and instantly knocked on the door. 

“Everything is okay in there!” the little elf heard Loki’s voice panic. 

“Yes! Sorry Prince,” she apologized a bit embarrassed that she got scared of the dress falling. 

She started peeing back the sticky leotard and she let out a breath of relief, she did the same with the nude tights she had on. Taking the pretty dress she stepped into it, easily sliding the sleeves over her frail shoulders. Her wings popped out from the open back. Frigga made sure all of Antheia's clothes had open backs so her wings would have ample space to move around and grow. Heading to the giant gold-framed mirror in her room she noticed one problem. The back buttons. She tried for a minute but her short arms were no use.

Still, for ten minutes, she sat there plucking a prayer at her dress trying to fit the tiny white buttons through its matching slit. Huffing in sheer annoyance she gave up. Her hair was tied back in a bun so she placed herself on the floor in front of her mirror, plucking each hairpin one at a time until her hair easily fell out. But it didn’t look as pretty. It was a knotty mess and she needed to comb it out. Standing up once more she ran over to her beautiful white and gold vanity with her floppy dress falling off her and took the beautiful brush off of the table. 

Quickly skipping back over to her giant full-length mirror she placed herself right back onto the floor and began trying to comb out her long knotty hair. But to no avail, her hair stayed knotted and tangled. Dropping the brush. Her face began to feel red and just overwhelmed. She realized she couldn’t do it. There was a feeling she’s been feeling recently. One of uselessness. Looking down dissatisfied she slugged over to the door knowing she was going to need help. Standing on her toes again she tugged on the knob of the door. 

Disappointed. 

When she opened the grand door the raven haired god no longer stood there. Instead it was his vastly different brother. Thor, he had a warm, genuine smile while he looked down on her. The god of thunder looked at her with much admiration. He was proud that she tried to get ready on her own but even more proud that she came for help. 

“Hello my Prince,” Antheia called out looking up at him he noticed her eyes darting up and down the halls in search of Loki. Something Thor did often was crouch down in the presents of Antheia, she was so small. He thought if he were her size he would have feared him. Though she never did show signs she was afraid. The god always did it just in case. 

“Hello princess looking for someone?” Thor asked softly as he made eye contact with the dishevield girl. 

Well at least she tried. Thor thought to himself. 

“Help,” was all she said and the blond god understood and grabbed her little hand and led her back to her room. 

One thing Antheia favored about Thor, he never taunted or jested at her. If she needed help there was never a little joke or laugh that came with it. Loki didn’t realize it but when he chuckled at her and tried to hide it. She noticed. She noticed a lot. She wasn’t mad at him for it, she just preferred Thor for these types of things. When they walked into her room Thor spun her gracefully in front of her mirror. Antheia stood and saw Thor getting straight to work not even asking questions about the whole thing. He just kindly buttoned her dress up. 

“You did a good job for what you did do,” Thor complimented honestly as he made eye contact with her in the mirror. Hazel eyes met a pair of stormy ones. Antheia hid her small smile and warm blush. 

“Thank you but I was only able to put my dress on. I couldn't even button it,” she told him sadly. 

“Well think about it like this the only thing you couldn’t do was button the dress that means you are making progress. I couldn’t even put my armor on at your age but you already know how to put on this huge dress!” Thor explained to her as she giggled at the thought of Thor needing help. To the little girl he was a warrior, a viking someone who did not need help. 

“Prince I have a hard time imagining that being true,” Antheia giggled out loud making Thor smirk as he picked up the fallen brush and began softly combing the ends of her hair. 

“Believe what you like little one but know my mother was helping me till I was about a hundred years old,” Thor chuckled out honestly remembering the many times Frigga had to help Thor properly place his armor on and tie back his hair. 

“Wow, that's a long time!” the elf exclaimed, starting to feel a little bit better about herself. Thor laughed out loud a deep genuine laugh. He kept combing gently more around her hair finally noticing her hair back to its natural non knotty state. A comfortable silence fell over the two, the little pixie elf letting out hum’s everytime Thor brushed a little knotty area of her head. 

“Am I still a big girl if I need help,” The girl asked softly, making Thor stop brushing for a moment. Everyone needs help from time to time who told her differently. 

“Theia, everyone including big girls need help. No one could do everything on their own. That is the most painful experience anyone could ever go through. You are not put here to go through it alone. You will always have someone to hold your hand in your darkest times even if your dark time is needing help buttoning up your dress,” Thor informed seriously and he continued to brush her long locks. 

“But when you saw me reading on my own you called me a big girl, so I thought that meant being a big girl is doing things on your nown,” Antheia explained his thought process making Thor mentally kick himself.

“It’s great to be independent but it’s also great to know how to rely on someone,” the god told her, putting down the brush turning her around so he was now actually making eye contact, not through some mirror. 

“Oh? So I can be a big girl and still need help,” Antheia asked innocently, making Thor nod up and down. 

“Why didn’t you just say so,” She giggled. 

ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Antheia was now fully dressed; she had her beautiful white and rose dress on with a pair of white ballet shoes and she had the adorable matching bonnet. She was gliding down the palace of Asgard finding her way into the palace library wanting nothing more than to read those fairy tales she heard about in the royal kitchen last week. Antheia was told that they were these amazing stories about true love. And she being the curious thing she is was dying to read them. 

Her small feet patterned against the floor, the sounds of her tiny heels clacking made the many servants and guards around the palace smile. She always gave a small wave to everyone she saw in the palace and they all of course returned the sweet gesture with a wave back or a small smile. Kind and blissful a bit meek at times but they all seemed to adore the new addition to the royal Assgardian family. Right now she is a mere guest staying until they find out what they want to do with her. But many rumors believe either the king, queen, or even one of the sons will be the ones to take custody. 

Antheia never acknowledged the rumors due to the royal family telling her never to listen to the noseynes of the palace. She always listened. 

“Now where are you going,'' a femine voice called out to the little elf pixie. 

Antheia quickly spun on her heels and saw the queen of Asgard in all her glory. The little girl never got much sight of Frigga. But when she did she was always vastly intimated. 

“To the library I want to read fairy tales!” the elf told happily she then noticed Frigga lent her hand to her. 

“Mind if I join?” 

“Of course you join!” Anthiea squealed, grabbing her hand as she led the way.

Frigga always wanted a daughter. Well one who Odin didn’t corrupt. She wished she could have saved her first born. Though she was far too late for that. She promised herself her sons were never going to let Odin but their downfall. 

“What tale were you thinking,” Frigga asked the tiny girl she only just noticed they were different in size as they walked down the grand halls. 

“The book is called'' From two worlds came one love ``.” 

“That’s a very great choice,” The queen complimented the little girl, making her chuckle in amusement. 

The two of them made a left and walked into the grand library. Frigga showed the young girl her favorite place to read. In the corner of the library there was a hidden rocking chair with a beautiful window that had the view of the space sea and a lot of comfy blankets and pillows made from the most beautiful silks in asgard. 

This was the same place she taught Loki magic. Taking a seat on the rocking chair she placed Antheia on her lap as summoned the book with a green haze around it. And there it was the book the little girl squealed in excitement when Frigga opened the cover. The queen smiled at the innocent girl. And began to read the tale, 

“One lived a little girl and boy, they both lived happy, amazing, adoring lives. They both froclicked in the sun and moon and the both of them played everyday and everynight. But the only thing was they lived in completely different realms. 

The girl was a princess from space, while the boy was a savilan who came from the realm midgard. They both were waiting for something but they haven’t known what they were waiting for— 

“Queen Frigga, what do you think they were waiting for,” Antheia interrupted, looking up at Frigga for answers. 

“Hmm…Maybe a moon,” Frigga answered  her with a smile as Antheia nodded her head up and down. The queen continued her story, 

“What they were waiting for, so they grew and grew until their childhood clothes looked like dolls clothes. The princess was going to be queen yet she still hadn't found anyone she loved and the kingdom was filling her with pressure, even though she had been scoping her kingdom out up and down though no suitors seemed to be a fit. The boy grew into a man and he became a hero, a mighty hero but he was lonely and he wanted a partner to help fight these battles.

One day, the girl had it out with her kingdom due to the pressure she was feeling and she ran away to a whole nother realm. And she fell right out of the sky. But she was catched by this amazing strong man. And she hated him for that. 

“Why!” the elf screamed. 

“Shh you will see.” 

“She was angry she didn’t want to be saved and she felt it made her weak—-” 

“What are you reading to this poor child,” an arrogant tone entered the small little hiding spot. Frigga rolled her eyes at her son knowing only he knew where this area was. The pixie shot her head up, annoyed that Loki interrupted the story. 

“A good story, this used to be your favorite when you were a child,” Frigga informed her son as Anthiea was glaring at Loki even though it looked more like a pout to him. 

“Mother, tell the child to take the pout off her lips,” Loki said like a child to his mother. He raised his brows up at Antheia giving her a subtle warning. Making the queen laugh at her son, if she recalled when he was a child Thor would tease him as the little god of mischief sat on his mother’s lap with almost the exact same pout on his face. 

“You used to be the same to your brother all the time,” Frigga tutted, making Loki’s face go slightly red as Antheia hid a cheeky smile. 

“Hey you little thing I don’t know why you’re smiling, you are doing the exact same thing,” The god of mischief pointed out making the small pout return on Antheia’s face. Loki smirked in triumph at his actions. 

“What are we doing in here,” they heard a booming voice enter the room Antheia turned her head and noticed it was the one and only mighty Thor standing there with his amazing long blond hair.  

“Talking about your brother being a pouty thing,” Frigga said easily as Loki’s face grew even more hot and annoyed. Antheia just leant back and enjoyed the little show playing in front of her. 

“I am not a mother! Stop telling everyone that!” Loki whined like how Antheia would make all three of them in the room chuckle. 

“Antheia is reading a story do you to want to sta—” 

“No.” 

“Yes.” 

“Great, they are n't that nice of them Antheia!” Frigga said happily as Thor gladly sat himself in front of his mother grabbing Loki’s arm and pulling him down with him.

 Both full grown god’s sat on the floor criss cross. One is more happy than the other. Antheia reached out to Loki wanting him to be the one to hold her. He rolled his blue eyes but still stuck his arms out to hold the small girl. Frigga gently passed Antheia over to him. And Loki plucked her right on his lap and the little girl just sat with her back to his chest gently snuggling in. Antheia gave Thor her hand and he gladly took it. Frigga used a bit of her magic and wrapped her children in soft silk blankets and put them in soft silk clothes. Thor had a red blanket and Loki a green. For Antheia she had a little pink blanket swaddled around her as Loki cuddled her close. 

 Antheia nodded her head at Frigga signaling it was time to read the story. 

ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

“And the two lived happily ever after…”

“That was such a good story!” Antheia giggled. Thor and Loki were practically sleeping by the time the story ended but the little girl was at the edge of her seat the whole time, stopping and asking questions every time something caught her attention. 

“It was good wasn’t it,” Frigga said softly, just loving the sight in front of her. Her two sons are practically falling asleep. Loki’s head was resting on Thor’s shoulder as Antheia was cuddled with Loki both of his arms securing her waist to his chest all while Thor still had a firm hold on her hand. 

“I want a hero like the princess did in the story!” Antheia squeaked, making both brothers instantly shot up at her sentence. 

“Why would you want a hero!” Loki exclaimed protectively, making Frigga roll her eyes. 

Thor nodded his head in agreement, “you have us!” 

“My hero will be as pretty as prince Loki and as strong as prince Thor!” 

“I’m not pretty?!”

“I’m not strong?!”

“For the love of Vahalla…”

[pieandhotdogs]

Hi Pie! I hope you don’t mind my asking this but is Antheia just an epithet for Hera or Aphrodite?

As I’ve answered elsewhere Antheia (blossoming) is an epithet of Hera and Aphrodite. It is also a common name of one of the Kharites.

However, as far as my personal religion is concerned, Antheia is not just anything. She is everything. She is the earth, she is the sky, she is the sea, the moon, the sun. She is love and death and spring growth.

Antheia is Aphrodite and Hera. She’s Demeter and Persephone. She’s Artemis, Athena, Hekate, Eos, Selene, Despoina, Tyche, and Iris. She’s the Graces, the Muses, the Fates. She is Gaia and Ourania and Pontia. She is Rhea-Cybele. She is Helen of Troy.

She’s not just the Greek goddesses either. She’s Ishtar and Astarte, Juno and Venus, Freyja and Holda, Diana and Frigga, Hathor and Isis, Lakshmi and Kali and Saraswati. She is the Wiccan Lady, she is the Star Goddess of Feri. She’s the Virgin Mary.

She’s Poseidon and Pluton and Jove and Odin and Mercury and Ares and Krishna. She’s the Dioscuri, she’s Adonis, she’s Dionysus. She’s the Christian Trinity. She’s the Devil.

Antheia is the peacock, the lioness, the bear, the stag, the serpent. She is the Appalachian Mountains, the Ohio River, the Shawnee Forest. She is you. She is me.

Antheia is the all-encompassing, supreme reality, she is the Universe and everything in it.

Antheia is God Herself.

[softforklave]

The Big Klave Fic Rec

Reginald Hargreeves does everything he can to learn about the Umbrella Academy’s powers, but Klaus is the one who finds out why they have their powers. No one expected the answer to be “we’re fallen angels” but here they all were. This is for my lovely @cemeteryklaus I hope you enjoy this! You will not run out of klave fics on my watch ;)

I have excessively been reading klave fics since s1 came out in February 2019, when there was only one page under the Klaus Hargreeves/Dave tag on ao3 (before our King shared his full name on Twitter). There are currently 2056 fics on ao3, and I can (un)fortunately say I have read almost all of them (what am I doing with my life?). Klave has been blessed with so many talented writers, so this is quite the list. Many of them have written more than one fic (some even over 50!), and since they are all amazing, it would take ages to list them all. Therefore, I have decided to recommend authors who have written two or more klave fics and linking to their the umbrella academy ao3 works page. Go read all of their works, and I can guarantee that every single fic is wonderful! And dont forget to leave kudos and comments, our writers deserve all the love and appreciation that we can give them! 

I also highly encourage people reblogging with their favourite fics, if you want to show the writers some more love or if I have forgotten your favourite fic (you can also dm me if you want me to add it on)! I have tried to @ the authors, but sometimes it can be hard to find the right blogs. Please let me know if I have tagged you wrong, forgotten to tag you or dont want me to tag you, I will remove the @ at once! I will try to update this as I continue to excessively consume klave content (though this is limited to ao3 and tumblr), so please come back to this list for more recommendations. Happy Reading! <3

Authors (2 or more klave fics)

A - B

a_nybodys /// accidentallyanoctopus ///��actuallymaxie ///admirabletragedy @admirabletragedy /// aelisheva /// AliNear /// Allandnothing /// allthempickles /// Ama /// Anglophile_Rin @anglophile-rin /// aubrey_writes /// aye_of_newt @aye-of-newt /// bacondoughtnut @spookybeez /// Becca_Hay /// Bendy_CA @apocalypse-gang /// bennybentacles @bennybentacles /// blazeofglory /// Bluebacchus @bluebacchus /// bluetigerlillies @frogsarebxtches /// brionylarkin @brionylarkin 

C - E

CaptainAmericaoftheTardis /// CharryWotter /// covenofthearticulate @codenameseance /// CowgayKermit @cowgaykermit /// crisecardiac @thistlemoth /// Cyane /// Dancinbutterfly @dancinbutterfly /// dandelyre @dandelyre /// deargalileo/// deathishauntedbyhumans @deathishauntedbyhumans /// discohargreeves /// Doctor959 /// Dog_Bearing_Gifts @dogbearinggifts /// Drhair76 @handcoversheart-76  ///  dyllpickless @dyllpickless /// electric016 @electric016 /// Eternal_Peace_Is_Overrated @flowercrownsandbooks 

F - K

Faetality @faetxlity /// forestdivinity (ForestDivinity) @forestdivinity /// forthekidswhoaintgotnosoul @prime8svevo /// FrazzledSquidz G33kinthepink /// ghostbythesea @gay-poster-child  /// goldieknocks @goldieknocks  /// Hemitreunited @hermitreunited /// hippieklaus @hippieklaus /// hujwernoo /// iamnotalizard @lizard-overlord /// ilikeshipment @theseance1968 /// intheflowers /// Karturtle (karturtle) @karturtle /// Katplanet @katplanet /// KawaiiCommunism @kawaiic0mmunism /// KindaCool @kindasickkindacool /// klausmoon 

L - P

lastyoungrene-gay-de @lastyoungrene-gay-de /// livid /// LiviJoyann /// livtontea @zontiky /// loves_buckybarnes ///  Lyviel @justatiredghost /// Majure @fanthings /// Mars_and_Moon /// mieczyhale @mieczyhale /// momebie (katilara) @charmingpplincardigans /// noodlerdoodler ///  MusicLover19 ///  Nyctae /// obscurityofphylum /// ohmygodwhy @gaycinema /// Opal_Lakes /// @opal-lakes /// ophelibob_writes @a-human-pippin-took /// Papapaldi @wykart/// perceptuallydisorganizedwriter ///  PickledBeef  @pickledbeefwastaken ///  polarkai /// princejoopie @princejoopie /// punk_rock_yuppie

Q - S

queenbaskerville /// QueenOfAllCorgis /// rumbleroarsslumberingcubs /// Scalliwag @sscalliwag /// seancequeen @seancequeen /// sehn_sucht @sehn----sucht /// SerpaSas @queenbeyondthewalll  /// Shadowscast ///  Shamefulshameless @shameful-shameless /// Sharpworksamurai/// shipNslash /// Siriuspiggyback @cowboyklaus /// Smallswritesstuff @mychemicalxmen /// smile_it_will_get_better @smileitwillgetbetterbitches /// softforklave @softforklave (shameless self promo) ///spookyfbi @spookyfbi  /// stuckinmybook /// Squintern @chinchillinator ///  squishitude @squishitude /// sunriseseance @sunriseseance /// sunshineklaus

T - Y

tealeavesandtrash @carry-on-my-wayward-hobbit /// thefangirlingdead @thefangirlingdead /// TheMadHatterOfficial /// thetreasuerhunter @yeah-klave /// tjstar @i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky /// TobiBooneTheSmallSpoone @tobiboonethesmallspoone/// TotallynotRemus @totallynotremus /// TwistedIllusions @courtneytarynofficial /// twosidedcoin /// VeteranKlaus @veteranklaus /// wildeism @knifecatklaus /// writer_inthe_dark /// yukiawison /// zweebie 

Fics (authors with currently only one klave fic)

Placeholder by Ace_Chey (mrs_sakuma) @cheydoesfandom

PLEASE NOTE: THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT WIP, EXPECT MISTAKES IN SPELLING, GRAMMAR, AND TIMELINES after NaNo I plan to edit and republish a cleaner, more complete version in 2021 ~~~

When Klaus sees the news that their father is dead, they’re feeding their seven-month-old daughter, Grace Kelly Katz, one year sober, and finally back on T (prescribed this time). Their siblings still haven't met Dave, let alone Gracie, and Klaus can't bear the thought of introducing them, not now, under these circumstances, so they go alone. But when the family reunion becomes complete with Five's sudden and bizarre arrival, not from 45 years in a wasteland, but directly from the lunch he ran away from 20 years ago, they realize things are going to get more complicated and they might not be able to put it off any longer.

Words: 58,217 Chapters: 36/? Status: Hiatus

Snapshots of a Life Well Lived by Ace_of_Spades_400

One week into Vietnam and the briefcase is broken. Klaus is never going home. He's just going to have to make the most of his life here, now.

Words: 13,960 Chapters: 3/3 Status: Complete

Run for miles just to get a taste by Agf

Dave comes back to 2019, and Klaus has some memories best exorcised with new ones.

Words: 1,666 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Not a Replacement, Never a Replacement by AndThenHeGotKnockedUp

Klaus hasn't piloted a Jaeger in years. He hasn't wanted to without Ben. He's spent all that time wandering far, far away from anything having to do with the Academy and kaiju.

Unfortunately for him, the world is ending, and Luther doesn't give him a choice.

(Pre-Klave! Will have a follow up in the future.)

Part 1 of the UA PacRim Fusion series

Words: 2,625 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

soldiered together by Anonymous 

"... I was foolish enough to follow him all the way to the front line."

Words: 2,993 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

know tenderness by applepandowdy

Klaus wished, more than anything, that they had just had a bit more time.

Words: 1,266 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

whatever words I say, i will always love you by ariya167 and bigembarrasingheart @ariya-167and @bigembarrassingheart

Dave kissed Klaus first, but Klaus kissed him back.

Words: 921 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

if i could choose anything in the world (id pick you every time) by aseriesofessays @macroglossus

"Would you have come back?"

He thinks about a farm.

Words: 588 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

The Boy and The Ghost by Astheroid 

“Look for me. Promise me Dave, promise you’ll look for me at the Umbrella Academy!”

Dave never knew what those words meant, the parting words of the man he loved, and they made absolutely no sense.

Until thirty-four years later when he found his purpose.

“Our world is changing. Has changed. There are some among us gifted with abilities far beyond the ordinary. I have adopted six such children. I give you the inaugural class of the Umbrella Academy.”

or story of ghost Dave finding thirteen year old Klaus and swearing to protect him from all evil.

Words: 4,494 Chapters: 2/? Status: WIP

new year, new me (things always turn out how they’re meant to be) by Astronomical_Aphrodite @aesthetic-antheia

When they travelled back through time, Klaus wasn’t expecting to be the only one who remembered. 

Part 1 of maybe by next January

Words: 80,770 Chapters: 18/20 Status: WIP

Five times Klaus dies in Vietnam and comes back, and One time Someone else does by BabyPom

Klaus can't seem to die, at least not permanently.

Words: 1,169 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

How The Hollyhocks Bloom by batcavemasquerade

In which Klaus Hargreeves, a retired pacifist, is dumped headfirst into the Vietnam War. Klaus never comes home and his brothers and sisters claw their way back to him, one by one, after the end of the world.

AKA: The siblings go back to the 1960s to regroup and to get a few measly moments of goddamned peace and quiet, and find Klaus serving in the Vietnam War, different and sober as can be.

Words: 24,035 Chapters: 16/20 Status: WIP - Chapter 16 is the new chapter 1. For the rewrite, read from 16 and upwards.

i hope you know you're my desire (i hope you know you're the one) by beezran

It must be fate when Dave puts his hand on Klaus’ cheek right as Klaus starts to ache for his kiss.

Kiss me.

His touch makes Klaus stand up straighter and edge closer to him.

“You’re beautiful, you know?” Dave says, and even with all that they’ve been drinking, Klaus knows it isn’t that what’s talking.

“Kiss me,” Klaus actually says it. He can’t take it back, and he doesn’t want to when Dave is looking at him like that.

Dave’s breath ghosts over his lips and Klaus keeps repeating it in his head like a prayer.

Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me.

Or he might have said it, he’s not sure when he’s so caught up in the feeling of Dave so close to him.

Words: 22,708  Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Arcane Incidents of Anoxia by Bellovebug

Klaus dies.

Klaus dies, and Dave can't breathe.

He forgets what it's like, the feeling of oxygen entering his lungs, the sensation of carbon dioxide exiting them.

He remembers, though, the stories Klaus used to tell. He remembers that joke he'd made about that briefcase he always carried around being a time machine. He remembers the tall tales of a family of superpowers, a less than stellar father. He remembers the stories he'd spun out of thin air, of time travel and a disappearing brother and a talking chimpanzee and a robot mother.

(He remembers the true story he'd told about seeing ghosts.)

He only learns once he opens that mysterious briefcase under Klaus's cot that all of the stories were true.

Every one of them.

Words: 22,075 Chapters: 4/? Status: WIP

life is full of pain, i'm cruisin' through my brain by bigembarrassingheart @bigembarrassingheart

Bullets whizzed past his ears, and he would have screamed but he already was. Klaus grabbed Dave’s face, stroked his cooling cheek, rested his head on his shoulder like he did when they had nights alone. There had to be some life left in his body. In any second he would feel the heave of his chest. He had to.

or

Klaus takes a pit stop before going back to the future.

Words: 1,188 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

found by burlesquecomposer

Klaus’s right hand is Dave’s favorite one to hold. As long as they embrace hello, Dave says, they’ll never have to say goodbye.

But war is a bitch, and Dave is the one who gave him an excuse to charge into it head-on.

Words: 2,628 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

You Drew Stars Around My Scars by caliibee

“Does it hurt?” Klaus asked softly, running his fingers over Dave’s face and down his neck. He trailed down his chest, mindful of the deep-set wound that always sent a shock through his heart no matter how many times he’d seen it. Dave caught his hands and brought them back up to cup his face.

“No, not anymore.”

Words: 792 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

The Umbrella Academy: Winter Soldier by chiquitasdave and ratsbaby (orphan_account)

Luther lands an uppercut to the jaw, sending the soldier flying, and Diego’s moving before he even lands. His grip on Klaus tightens and his mouth opens to say something, anything, to pull him back to the safety of the car they crouch behind, but Klaus beats him to the punch. He leans forward to better watch the action, to cheer his brother on (or clean up his remains, depending on how this goes), and stops cold as the soldier pushes himself to his feet again.

Klaus' first thought is that he’s beautiful. Klaus’ second thought is that he knows him.

The threat of danger is sensed and signals fire to tell the brain, no, not yet! We weren’t meant for this! He can’t take it now! The body reacts to stop him, but Klaus steps forward anyway. He ignores every impulse because he knows him, because love makes him stupid, because he has to.

Klaus takes another step forward.

‘Dave?’

‘Who the hell is Dave?’

Words: 13,120 Chapters: 3/10 Status: WIP 

I Could Not Be At Rest, I Could Not Be At Peace by CosmicJourney @cosmictapestry

With the apocalypse delayed, there's now ample opportunity for Klaus to open up to his siblings about his past. There's also ample opportunity to try and conjure Dave. Unfortunately, one of these has to take precedence over the other.

(Season 1 AU)

(Sequel to "I'll Find Sleep, I'll Find Peace")

Words: 52,274 Chapters: 10/10 Status: Complete

Sick Of Losing Soulmates by CrazyAngel

"Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences."

Back in 2019, things are the same but also different. The Hargreeves have messed with the timeline way too much and some things clearly aren't the same — like giving the chance for Klaus to meet Dave again. Klaus knows nothing about reincarnation or if it was really he and his brothers fault for this, but he'll take the chance anyway. Even if this Dave is blind now.

Part 1 of the Right Back Where We Started (Again) series

Words: 26,417 Chapters: 6/6 Status: Complete

Admist the Chaos by crazynadine 

Ten months. Klaus spent ten months in Vietnam, fighting a war he didn't belong in, falling in love with a man he didn't deserve.

The long and convoluted tale about how a time traveling junkie and a disillusioned solider found love amidst the chaos of war....

Words: 87,700 Chapters: 10/10 Satus: Complete

The beginning of something by DoctorProfessorSong @doctorprofessorsong

The Hargreeves siblings find themselves in a future they barely recognize. Their father is alive. Their home is occupied by a mixture of strangers and familiar faces calling themselves The Sparrow Academy. None of them are friendly.

But it's all going to be okay. Five has a plan to restore the timeline. The rest of the siblings just need to sit tight and lay low. Just don't wander off. How hard can that be?

A continuation of the story from S2 because I am impatient for more. This one is gonna get real dark but I promise I am going to give the Hargreeves a happy ending.

Words: 52,548 Chapters: 18/18 Status: Complete

take me out, baby by downpours @fourhargreeves

For someone who spent a decade running from the debts he owed, Klaus spent an alarming amount of time trying to recompense Dave for loving him.

Words: 6,802 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Your Song by eithergayorgayer @yerbluues9

"And you can tell everybody, this is your song."

In which Klaus can play piano and sing and decides to serenate Dave who is watching from above.

Words: 3,578 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Hands by GoldenBones

Late at night after the disco when everyone else is asleep, Klaus kneels at Dave’s bunk and whispers a silent prayer into Dave’s hands. In a rare moment of peace against the harsh Vietnam winter, Klaus holds Dave’s hand against his face and tries to sleep.

Words: 1,640 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Ink and Dirt, Eggs and Orange Juice by HappySeaNinja

It’s a quick job on an overcast day, in and out, smooth like coffee, and the only hitch is in his voice when he says goodbye. There’s dirt under his fingernails, ink on his stomach, and a lingering shot of whisky on his tongue.

Really, it’s all that’s left.

Non-linear moments in Klaus and Dave's relationship across seasons 1 and 2. Please don't read unless you've watched all of season 2 as there are spoilers.

Words: 4,631 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

oh love, i'm there in memories by hellchoirs

"If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again."

Words: 1,536 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

To Have a Home by heterophobe

Dave Katz is a simple man. He values kindness, honesty and strength of character. As someone who is queer and homeless, he also has a fairly substantial distrust of law enforcement.

This is why—when a twig of a man, with kohl-lined eyes and a vibrant pair of purple tights, sprints across the alley-way he’s seated in, skids to a halt at the corner of a dumpster, and balls himself tightly out of view from the street—Dave doesn’t make a move to flag down confused-looking uniformed officers that follow him into the mouth of the alley.

It’s also why—when said officers approach him, and ask him if he’s seen anyone come by—he takes one look at the man’s pleading eyes and shakes his head mournfully. “No, sorry officers.”

OR:

As told through a series of non-linear snapshots, Dave and Klaus come to know one another.

Words: 3,346 Chapters: 2/15 Status: WIP

Dream A Little Dream of Me by idkpeachystuff

"Klaus, thinking back, had always thought that was a strange term. Making love. He wasn't actually certain why. Sex had always felt like...well, sex. Fucking. Nothing entirely special or intimate that he felt had the effect on his heart like nearly everyone had made it seem it should be. And despite how utterly and disgustingly cliché it sounded, that was of course until he met Dave."

Klaus wakes before Dave on their last morning together, on a weekend out in town that is, leaving him with one of his only options to remember everything that had happened the night before and realizing that he was deeply in love, and no matter what, he was never getting out

Words: 3,015 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

projected stars across the night sky by iheardarumor (sonicraptors)

The best nights he’d ever had in his life were spent at his side.

Words: 1,496 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Late Shift at The Umbrella Café by intravenusann @jeffgoldblumsmulletinthe90s

Klaus and Ben have the afternoon shift together almost every day. But not every day are the customers as nice — or as hot! — as this new Dave guy.

Or, in other words, a story where Klaus gets his life together enough to get a boyfriend.

Words: 45,563 Chapters: 6/6 Status: Complete

Need Some Advice by Jenni4

Niki wasn’t used to anyone asking her opinion, so she was surprised when Vina walked into work with an extra energy drink and slid it to her. “Need some advice.”

Niki raised an eyebrow and opened the can and took a big gulp. Vina had been sitting next to her at the call center for exactly two days now. “What makes you think I’m qualified to give anyone advice?”

Vina shrugged out of her jacket and took her seat. “You seem to have your shit together.”

Niki almost choked on her laughter at that one. “That’s so far from the truth but…”

Words: 5,192 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Farewell by JuliusQuasar @juliusquasar and LittleRit @littlerit

Day 20: Shipwrecked

Part 10 of the LittleRit's MerMay Fills 2021

Words: 100 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

a life so demanding by kaijugore @kaijugore

"He was still carrying the war in his heart, how was he supposed to talk about that?"

Ten months. 304 days. 7,300 hours. 438,000 minutes. It would never ever ever be enough time.

Part 1 of the i am (not) afraid to keep on living series

Words: 1,861 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

the sugar rush, the constant hush by kamisado 

The scars across his body mark a treasure map of mistakes. Tiny shrapnel scars and rosy-red roadrash, a lifetime of being thrown to the ground by Academy training and the real world. The ivory line tracing across his jaw, almost invisible. The tattoos and the traintracks, the pockmarked puncture wounds scattered like a horrifying constellation across his body.

He’s so tired.

[a klaus s1 character study]

Words: 3,801 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

By The Firelight by keatches @klauzoleum

They share a long look, their lips still tilted in small, secret smiles.

“I’m Dave.” He extends an open palm, skin callous but inviting. Klaus reciprocates with a clap of his own hand against his.

“Klaus.” He tilts forward as the bus jolts, trundling them away to disaster. The briefcase knocks against the heel of his boot, but Klaus absentmindedly nudges it aside.

The five significant times Klaus spoke to Dave. The one time he never will again.

Or, how they fell in love.

Words: 14,681 Chapters: 6/6 Status: Complete

in midnights, in cups of coffee by klausgraves

Dave is just trying to keep his bookstore open, and the stoned hottie that keeps wandering in and talking at the air really, really isn't helping.

Words: 7,316 Chapters: 3/? Status: WIP 

Sehnsucht by KimbaSprite @pokemonmasterkimba

Day 26: Longing

What was supposed to be a casual night out takes a turn for the weird when Dave encounters a mysterious stranger stranded on the beach. His sister keeps telling him he needs to meet new people and make connections, so why not with Klaus? Even if he is so attractive that Dave feels he may get sick from nerves alone.

-

“Hey, my eyes are up here. Careful, or you may get lost in them.“ He looks into Klaus’s eyes as instructed and hmm. Yeah, wow.

Klaus bites his lip in a way that is definitely attractive, and Dave wonders if he realizes what he’s doing to him. Probably. Probably. Klaus seems like the kind of person who knows just how powerful they are.

All at once Dave finds himself sympathizing with old-timey sailors; he could see himself risk drowning just for the chance to exist in the same space as Klaus.

Words: 8,585 Chapter: 1/1 Status: Complete

I'll Never Let Them Hurt You (I Promise) by LaceratedLullabies

But whatever apocalyptic future Dave found himself in couldn’t be worse than the present. His world had already ended. - On February 21st 1968, Klaus Hargreeves dies in Vietnam. A heartbroken Dave follows his last connection to the man he loves: a time-travelling briefcase. 50 years out of time, Dave has to deal with a changed world, his aborted grief and a tortured Klaus who doesn't know him yet. Oh, and the impending apocalypse.

Words: 13,851 Chapters:7/? Status: WIP

I Will Follow You by lostonthisisland @distilledspirit

After Dave's death on the front lines of the Vietnam War he's pulled through time to witness important points in Klaus' life.

Was going for a 5+1 format, but it's a bit looser than that. So, in other words, 5 times Dave sees Klaus and 1 time Klaus sees Dave.

Words: 6,693 Chapters: 2/2 Status: Complete

i get down on my knees and pretend to pray by marinersapptcomplex @wavesknowshoress

He was quiet, for once, standing silent and breathing in the air around him. There were tears in his eyes.

Words: 2,044 Chapters: 1/1  Status: Complete

Soulmates by Meilena

"Klaus was twelve, as high as a kite, and in fact, did know why his soulmark looked so thin and light."

Everyone has a soulmark, which is where the name of their soulmate resides on the skin of their left forearm. Klaus has one too, only his is a little different.

Words: 853 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

(Feels Like) Heaven by Melivian @melivian

When Klaus wakes up in the afterlife, he can't believe his luck.  Somehow, despite his checkered past and wobbly moral compass, he's made it into the Good Place, where he'll spend eternity with his dream soulmate in a dream neighbourhood.

Only there are two problems. The first is that he's pretty sure the architect of this neighbourhood has the wrong person. And if she catches on that Klaus doesn't belong with all the heroes and philanthropists here, he'll be sent to the Bad Place.

The second is that for the residents, this dream is starting to feel a lot like a nightmare...

Part 1 of the I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door series

Words: 23,496 Chapters: 5/28 Status: WIP

Hello, Goodbye by michaelfalls

His eyes stare where Klaus can’t see. His soul goes where Klaus can’t follow.

Words: 2438 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

come on, baby by myeyesarenotblue @myeyesarenotblue

“Dave, my sister has powers,” Klaus says, matter of factly, bobbing his head up and down, “She’s had powers this whole time but my asshole father decided she was too-” and he looks down at the notebook, does finger quotes with one hand, “- 'uncontrollable' and 'dangerous’ to use them.”  

“Powers?”  

“Yeah.”  

“As in- superpowers? ”  

“Yeah,” Klaus says, and then- “I have to tell her," and then- "Wanna come with?"

Words: 5,081 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

your fingers weave quick minarets by nerdsandthelike @nerdsandthelike

According to Five, they have an apocalypse to stop in the future and here Klaus is fifty years too early trying to get in the pants of some probably straight GI who Ben keeps reminding him looks like Luther before the protein shakes. Because he’s not Allison, Klaus decides to put that particular observation waaaaaayyy to the side.

Words: 6,615 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

My Heart Is Playing Hide-And-Seek (Wait And Count To Four) by nessbess (orphan_account)

Klaus had spent what felt like a lifetime searching for Dave after he died in 1968. But Dave found him first, long before that. Klaus was five years old the first time he appeared.

Words: 11,908 Chapters: 8/? Status: WIP 

Five and Dave's Life Changing (Life Saving) Field Trip by neuronary

The little boy, who Dave could now see was not as little as he’d first thought, shoved a tin mug at him. “Drink this.”

Dave drank. It tasted sickly sweet and slightly citrus-y. “Who are you?”

“Five.” The boy’s scowl deepened at Dave’s confusion. “Klaus’ brother.”

Or, Five saves Dave's life to stop Klaus from moping. From Dave's perspective, a very grouchy, sleep-deprived twelve-year-old kidnaps him and he finds it much more entertaining than he should.

Inspired by Lyviel's 'Fixes to the Timeline'

Words: 1,728 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

breathy on the bits by Nucci @maundering-marauder

“So Fivey, tired of the school boy chic?” Klaus asked with a manic grin, “Because do I have so many ideas for you.”

“As long as it’s warm, I don’t really care.”

“Warm, check” Klaus noted, miming checking a box with his finger, “Any other demands?”

“No sequins,” Five replied and blipped out of the room.

---

Or, Five’s tired of wearing the Academy uniform and Klaus offers to help. As is wont to do with the Hargreeves, emotions and miscommunication ensues.

Words: 8,702 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

The Collision of Your Kiss by orphan_account

Klaus spends ten months in Vietnam.

Dave is why.

Words: 4,505 Chapters: 1/1 Status: discontinued

pieces (skin to bone) by orphan_account

The first time Klaus dies, he is thirteen. He dies again at seventeen, eighteen, twenty-four. By his fifth death, he has resigned himself to the blackness that awaits him. Not that he much cares: anything would be better than this, even blissful oblivion, even floating in blackness until his mind decays, and, like Five, he starts seeing people where there aren’t there, falling in love with a mannequin or a fleck of dust in his eye.

-

Dave won't come to Klaus, so Klaus decides to go to him.

Words: 2,128 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

in the mountain of the crouching beast by patrocluus

Dave catches his eye later, when they’re sitting next to each other in the bumpy truck, men jostling into each other on all sides; the corner of his mouth quirks up a little, just enough to make Klaus’ heart jump in his chest. He doesn’t remember the last time someone looked at him like that: like they have a secret to share, and that secret is the most important thing in the world, even if that world seems to be ending around them.

Or: It's 1968, and deep in the A Shau Valley, Vietnam, Klaus meets a man who feels like home.

Words: 8,203 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

in the january rain by phcbosz

And all Klaus has left to prove that any of it happened and wasn’t just one fucked up dream is a pair of bloody dog tags, a tattoo on his arm, and the taste of ash sticking to the roof of his mouth.

Words: 5,226 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Dancing to the Rhythm of a Different Drum by PlaneJane

Klaus escapes from one terror, and finds himself in another: the A Shau Valley, Vietnam, 1968.

"They kissed at midnight, breath heavy with liquor, the first brush of Dave’s lips making Klaus weak at the knees. Giddy at the gentle way Dave took his face in his hands, like Klaus was something precious."

My Klaus and Dave backstory, because the show didn't give me enough.

Words: 1,498 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

His name was Dave by punkspiders

Klaus reflects back upon his time both in the Vietnam War, and with the man he loved more than himself.

Words: 1,654 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

How Not To Propose by RhubarbDuck

His life follows a monotonous routine: wake up, smoke, go to the same shitty grocery store, space out for eight hours and occasionally stock shelves, more drugs, rinse, and repeat.

His life was, at some point, a little more exciting (if exciting meant going on a week-long bender and waking up in a cell with the worst headache he ever experienced). After a couple weeks in jail and the threat of a rehab that he could never attend, he met Dave. Honestly, Klaus couldn’t remember his life before Dave. Dave was kind and understanding and way too put together to be with a fuck up like Klaus, but for whatever reason he seems to love Klaus- or at least he tells him so twice a day.

Or

American Ultra AU

Words: 19,824 Chapters: 5/? Status: WIP

The Moments We Had by RosyPages @thesevenumbrellas

A series of moments between Dave and Klaus as they fall in love during the war.

Words: 2,044 Chapters: 3/8 Status: WIP

In the Dark by runrarebit

So they're back in the past, they're thirteen again, Ben is alive, Vanya doesn't remember, her siblings are suddenly treating her differently, better, and all of a sudden she and Klaus are bonding- Klaus who is still trying to be clean and sober- except things are never easy, are they? There’s their father to contend with, once more alive and at the height of his power over them, and there’s secrets, always secrets, always in danger of getting out, and after their father decides that a clean and sober Klaus is a Klaus that can resume his training Reginald Hargreeves just might not be the scariest man walking the halls of the Umbrella Academy- even if only one person can see him.

The thing about Klaus is that, even trapped, in the dark, he is never alone. Never alone. Never. And the past he's been running from ever since he was a small child might just now be something he can’t escape from.

Words: 61,243 Chapters: 18/18 Status: Hitaus

well, the clock says it's time to close now by rythyme (pugglemuggle)

The first time Klaus falls in love, it's in the middle of a war. Fate really does enjoy cruel irony.

Or, a series of vignettes from the ten months Klaus and Dave spent together in Vietnam.

Words: 3,788 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Fancy Seeing You Here by Saccha @sacchariwrites

Dave miraculously survives being shot in the chest, and is present when Klaus gets in a fight at that vets bar.

Written for EnKlave Fest.

Words: 1,891 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Valentine’s Day in Vietnam by salvador-daley @salvador-daley

A hungover Klaus awakes after a night in the arms of a young man from Dallas

Words: 1.7k Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

In the Dark of the Night by sassmaster_tiresias @i-will-fong-you

The flashlight is still on, peeking out between the folds in Dave’s comforter, and Dave remembers how frantic Klaus had been to turn it on.

He remembers how he couldn’t even really see Klaus when he’d first woken up, his beautiful face obscured by the darkness. Then, he remembers the Christmas lights in Klaus’ room—strung in a haphazard zig-zag up the wall beside his bed, the soft glow that was present every time Dave had been in that room.

“The lights,” he says.

Words: 2,437 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

War is Hell by sauropod @occult-criticality

Klaus' hands were still filthy with dried blood and muck as he fumbled at the clasps, the combination lock on the top. Desperate, blind hope had his heart going a mile a minute. The dial still read that seemingly random set of numbers it had the first time he opened it on the bus, what felt like a lifetime ago.

0213-18-02-1967

“Please.” Klaus choked. “Please work.” He opened the briefcase.

Words: 80,813 Chapters: 21/? Status: WIP

New and Familiar by Snabby

If you told Dave a year ago that he had a loving (if a bit crazy) boyfriend, in a relationship which he didn’t have to hide, he wouldn’t have believed you. Although that thought isn’t as crazy in comparison to being in the future and the fact that his boyfriend, can not only see ghosts but was raised in a crazy cult-like superhero family.

In Dave’s opinion, the oddest thing out of the whole family is Five

So he was a little shocked and confused when Five popped in front of him.

“I need you to get a decent fucking cup of coffee” shoving his little finger in Dave’s face

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Or Klaus and Dave pretend to be Five's parents so the poor little dude can get coffee

Words: 1967 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

It's a Piece of Cake to Bake a Pretty Cake by StardustInYourEyes

Prompt: Flour fight in the kitchen Klaus and Dave's attempt at making a cake

Words: 2,535 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

i just wish that you were here, now by sapphictomaz

Immediately after the Season One finale, Klaus finds himself back in 1968, and is forced to so some soul-searching while dealing with the rest of his siblings and the memories he has of Dave from the first time around.

Title from "Wish You Were Here" by Marianas Trench.

Words: 4,055 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

face to face (and a thousand miles apart) by shadowlancer_95 @shadowsofmoonracer

His strides were long, and shaky as he stumbled through the darkness, relying on the barest threads of memory to Allison’s house. The cut on his lip stung in the cold night air, his throbbing cheekbone a mere shadow of the agony in the hollow cavity where his heart used to be.

Or,

Klaus, after his second (and most disastrous) meeting with Dave.

Words: 1,799 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

i wore his jacket for the longest time by sharkhette

So, maybe Klaus wasn’t in his right frame of mind. Maybe he hadn’t been for a long time. But Dave was dead, and that meant Klaus should be able to conjure him, one way or another. The traditional method of cleaning up his act and sitting around to wait hadn’t worked, so it was time to get imaginative.

Klaus just wants to see Dave again, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen, no matter the cost. Includes conversations with Ben, Diego, God, a surly preacher, and gratuitous references to certain MCR songs.

Words: 7,252 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

His oxygen belongs to Death by Sophiethegeek

He can almost taste their bloodlust on his tongue, feel their rage heavy in his breastbone. They’re bad today, and it’s safe to say he’s having a very bad day as a result. Each swipe is sending icy pain across his skin, making him shiver. God, he’s cold.

He closes his eyes, pretending not to hear the faint roar of the snarling, crying, screeching mass around him. Why did he think sobriety was a good idea? Christ on a cracker, this fucking sucked.

Or: After hopping around time, and returning to the day of the apocalypse that never was, Klaus falls apart slowly, then all at once.

Words: 91,661 Chapters: 8/? Status: WIP

Love You, Sugar by spaceysev

There’s a reason Klaus can’t listen to Total Eclipse of the Heart anymore, and it’s got everything to do with the only man who was ever allowed to call him Sugar.

Words: 3,828 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

musical preference by sourcheeks

“Of course you don’t like country.”

“I never said that,” Klaus replied diplomatically, even though it was true.

Words: 227 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Wings of Feathers and Wax by TerezFox8989

A look at the morning after their first time.

Hell, he always considered it a personal victory if he could put a name to a face after, which had suited him just fine. Sex had always had a means to an end, he used and was used; drugs, food, sleep, alcohol. But never this...not mornings after wrapped up in each other talking about family.

Words: 1,534 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

One Night in Saigon by terracotta_heartbreak

They're drunk, they're in a Saigon Hotel, and Klaus is smoking on the bed, but that's nothing new. But it's such an odd thing to be alone together, that doe-eyed strange man who never made sense here, and the soldier who'd fallen for him, for all those eccentricities. How are you meant to make sense of each other in the 60s, in that musky haze of war, drugs and the sounds of political blues rock?

Words: 2,011 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Just One in Thousands by TheArchaeologist @ancientstone

Take the idea that Five is followed by all his victims from his time at the Commission, and take the idea that Five is responsible for Dave’s death, and what do you get?

Pain.

Pain is what you get.

Words: 1,351 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Dancing with a Ghost by TheBestofEverything

"Would you like to share this dance with me?" Dave asked quietly.

"I'd love to," Klaus smiled as he took Dave's hand in his.

(Klaus is finally sober, and he conjures Dave.)

Words: 664 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Bad Enough for You by thehoundisdead

Dave can be bad. He doesn’t want to be but he can. He wants to spoon Klaus; to gather him up tight enough against his chest to hold all of his pieces together, to let him relax for once. He wants to take a bath with him and shampoo his hair and make him breakfast in bed and wrap him up in his softest blanket. But that’s not what Klaus wants, at least not yet. Dave has a strong suspicion that Klaus has never been treated softly by a partner. So, bad boy.

based on the song bad enough for you by all time low

Words: 8,757 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

The Way Light Swallows Shadows by TheSevenUmbrellas (RosyPages) @thesevenumbrellas

Dave is a vampire hunter who has never hunted a vampire in his life. Klaus is a vampire made for a war that ended before he was even born. When ten years of peace are put at risk after the death of a hunter, they’re both faced with the possibility that maybe the war isn’t over after all. Separated from their respective sides, Dave and Klaus have no other option but to depend on each other to get home before a war can tear their lives apart.

Words: 5,932 Chapters: 2/24 Status: WIP

Tag, You're It by totallyevan @totallyevan

Dating in Vietnam was never easy. Klaus and Dave have to watch out for everything, but thankfully they know their way around the system. Things escalate quickly and the only witness is the moon.

Words: 11,116 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

something so magic about you (so tragic about you) by Tremble

Snippets of their live in Vietnam or Dave slowly finding out that Klaus is nowhere near ordinary. --- This was originally suppose to be a 5+1 thing, but uh that didn't happen. oops

Words: 6,625 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

21.02.1960 by Uglyfrogboi

It was funny how time worked, how it was both only a couple of weeks ago yet it was also exactly nine years in the future. Why is he mourning a day that hasn’t technically happened yet? It’s a simple answer really, that was the day he thinks he last felt anything other than that horrible, thick, smothering, emptiness that seems to follow him around. Today, nine years from now, is the day that his world ended.

<>

How Klaus deals with being dropped in the past, ten days before the anniversary of Dave's death.

Words: 3494 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

you're getting on my (optic) nerves by untrustworthyglitch 

Klaus Hargreeves is many things. He's a former child superhero, an estranged brother, a drug addict, a frequent flyer at the local rehab facility. He can talk to the dead and never seems to die and loves a good thunderstorm.

He's also blind, but he wasn't always.

Part 1 of the blind!klaus (hazy, but hopeful) series

Words: 6,375 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

Scarlet Song by UrsaCentum(phantomviola) @flecket

Klaus isn’t a big fan of Hell.

drabble written for TUA AUgust 2021 Day 25: Angel/Demon

Part 6 of the Ursa's AUgust Fills 2021 series

Words: 100 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

never felt so high (think i'm coming down) by wewhofightmonsters

“Dave,” he whispers, and he leans down to press a kiss, light as a summer breeze, to Dave’s forehead, “Dave, I’m a fucking idiot. I love you back. I love you back.” And as he says it, he knows it to be true, and that small, closed up part of him that has languished in the dark and the constant haze of drugs, unfurls and stretches out towards the light. “I love you back,” he says again, in wonder.

(Klaus and Dave, and second chances)

Words: 24,536 Chapters: 8/? Status: WIP

Curl Conditioner by wormbcy @nastyworm

Klaus tidies up his supplies and puts it all back in the cabinet, and then hums to himself in thought.

"Hey Dave, space for another in there?"

Words: 6,524 Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete

would it be enough (if I could never give you peace) by ZJpotter

The Hargreeves' and their sixties love. 

Chapter 2: Klaus, bugs, and the definiton of home. 

Words: 2,909 Chapters: 2/2  Status: Complete

[theoiprayers]

Hi! Can I do two asks in one to keep from clogging your inbox? They're the only ones I plan to do. If not, feel free to just answer one instead!

The first god is Hermes, any epithets, in English, meant for praise.

The second god is Aphrodite, any epithets, in English, meant for praise.

Thank you so much! ^-^

In future, only one request per ask.

~ I invite you, o Hermes, come

Kharidotes, friend to man Arcadian shepherd, famed stealer of oxen lord of all paths, in the pile of rocks and where roads meet, so do we.

I call you once again

Eriounios, immortal guide, of many tongues and worldly wit bringer of good fortune and silver quick crafty bender of tortoise shells.

I sing you

You, closest to mankind You, who guides in life and beyond You, with words so kind You, who yields the golden wand

Hermes, we praise you, we hold you dear so hear our song, our words do hear and be here, be here.

by @matriarca-inodora

Golden Aphrodite, radiant Theia, Your beauty lures me, as a siren lures a sailor to his death,

Your name tastes of salt, Aphrogeneia, but oh, I cannot complain, for You are the salt of the earth.

Adorned with flowers by tender Antheia, your skin softer than the petals;

The thought of You pierces my mind like the fibulae through your chiton, gauzy. fabric blowing gently in the breeze brought by kind Zephyros.

O Aphrodite, if You were to fill my mind and soul, I would want for nothing more

O sweet goddess, for the love You have blessed me with, for the beauty You have brought to the world

I Thank You, kind Aphrodite

by @ofhoneyandflame

[jadenoryuu]

I posted 1.032 times in 2021

117 posts created (11%)

915 posts reblogged (89%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 7.8 posts.

[Well, not much content from me after all! (‘◉⌓◉’)]

I added 1.004 tags in 2021

#danny phantom - 407 posts

#i cackled - 199 posts

#fic rec - 80 posts

#bnha - 58 posts

#ectober month 2021 - 50 posts

#this is awesome - 46 posts

#ectoberhaunt 2021 - 46 posts

#the fluff - 41 posts

#crossover - 41 posts

#jack fenton - 36 posts

[Wow, I cackle a lot!]

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#at first i wondered if only the person who got shot could see the vestige but then i thought 'no actually it'll be more fun if everyone has

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

So, I was looking out for hero names in my 5-Halfa AU and came upon this:

And it's kind of a mind-blown that she had her plant-related theme already inside her name, isn't it?

(≧▽≦)

I guess Amity Park is going to meet this "Antheia" newbie soon! (AKA during Ectoberhaunt)

86 notes • Posted 2021-09-09 22:29:11 GMT

#4

Girl help, I'm shiny hunting the Unown.

[Image description: a 2DS is playing Pokémon Alpha Sapphire in a cave with the Navidex settled on the Unown page with the count of 999 met Pokémon of that species. On its left there are two pieces of paper: the one yellow on the left has the already caught letters and the counter of how many Unown were necessary to find each of them; the white paper on the right has the sequence of every Pokémon found with the counter over 3100. The colored blue letters on the latter are the latest shiny found.]

98 notes • Posted 2021-11-06 18:03:52 GMT

#3

So, I read the spoilers of chapter 319 of BnHA and the only thought my brain came up to was:

(EDIT: I finally had access to a PC so I now I can hide the

SPOILERS)

"This is an INTERVENTION!"

137 notes • Posted 2021-07-08 16:09:16 GMT

#2

Phans!

PHANS!!

I found some spoilers for the upcoming comic, but in order not to spoil everyone I'll just put the link here.

ヽ༼⁰o⁰；༽ノ

315 notes • Posted 2021-08-30 12:31:37 GMT

#1

There's a prompt that's running wild in my head and I need to type it down somewhere before I forget:

What if Dash bullying on Danny was really traumatic for him?

So much that, after/during a ghost fight, after a blow on the head from whatever foe that leaves Phantom concussed, Dash tries to help him up from the ground, but Danny is too out of it that recoils like when he's Fenton? That he even begs to not be hurt?

What kind of emotional whiplash will this be for Dash?

What kind of consequences will this have on Phantom public image?

364 notes • Posted 2021-11-09 17:13:45 GMT

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Let's attack 2022 together!

[fixyourwritinghabits]

Hey there. I notice I have a massively bad writing habit. My sentences tend to start with the subject at the very beginning, meaning the POV character or a pronoun tends to start 90% percent of my sentences. (Ex. "He glanced outside. He had things to do today"). I want to break this bad habit, but can't find any info to help me! Think you guys can help?

Good news! You’re not alone! In fact, there are whole guides out there that teachers use to try to help their students kick this exact habit. (This one is very useful if you feel like you don’t have a great grip on the different ways a sentence CAN be structured, although it will also make you feel like you are taking a 9th grade standardized test.) It’s not as generative as a creative person like me prefers, but it does get me thinking very concretely about what makes a sentence, why I’m choosing the structures I’m choosing, and how I might change that).

Unfortunately, that is my first advice. Some people have a natural feel for sentence rhythm and don’t need to know all the technicalities in order to structure a gorgeous, varied paragraph, but the rest of us tend to benefit from sitting down and doing sentence diagrams.

After you’ve done that, my next big recommendation is this: set your paragraph aside. Stick it in your desk drawer, hide it under your pillow, give it to your cat, minimize the window, whatever you have to do to not be looking at it. Open up a new blank page. Write the paragraph again, from memory. Now that you have gotten the ideas down once, I’ll bet you anything that your sentences come out more natural and less stilted.

If that’s not working for you, you can try what they’ve done over at OWL at Purdue (a great resource for all kinds of technical writing help, by the way) and just write a single sentence in as many ways as possible. Try ten on the first sentence you practice with. See if you can work your way up to being able to spit out 15 or 20. Most of these are gonna be bad, as you can see by the examples on OWL. This exercise is not about writing good sentences necessarily, it’s about figuring out every single way you can possible say a thing so that you get familiar with the huge variety of options open to you. When you’ve done this a few times (and also given yourself a rest), see if the paragraph rewrite trick goes any better.