#as an organization. as a collection of people. are you REALLY going to yeet him for some cash?

[caecaesclubhouse]

Some King's Leap headcanons followed by doodles! :>

-The Pawns are the King and Queen's children who run around the castle wreaking havoc and activly pulling pranks on everyone.

-The Rook prefers to wear his mask (especially around Gilly) because he has REALLY messy hair underneath.

-Also I find the idea of the Knight being Rook's wingman really funny for some reason XD

-The Bishop is quite skilled at playing instruments, specifically medieval-esque ones like the lute, lyre, and various winds.(A type of guitar is used in his battle theme and he turns into a pipe organ when you beat him.)

-The Knight has a special collection of swords that he won't let ANYONE get close to unless he absolutely trusts them with weapons.

-The Rook, spending most of his time in the dark, grimy dungeon, hates going out in sunlight. If, by any means, he is required to go outside during the day, he has to sheild his eyes with either his mask or a blindfold.

-Being a clergy and religious fellow, the Bishop really enjoys teaching the youth about the Lord and Angels and what have you. He feels it is very important that young people take his teachings seriously and will YEET them away if they aren't paying attention.

-The King's Palace is a touring tournament. The castle travels from Isle to Isle for fighters to take on the King's champions.

That's all for now! I hope y'all enjoy! 💖

[fairlyqualityanon]

who're your pred/prey crushes ?

totally not collecting blorbos like trading cards shhh - 🪀

Oooooof.wav

There's a ton... I'll try to organize them. Let's start with ones I've written in some form or another.

Pred - TFA Starscream (so close with that guess lmao), anyway I've got this story I've been poking at since literally 2010 (@/wolvesinstarryskies is so supportive 💖 ) and it's gotten me through some really tough times, and yes there's a vore AU... also he's how I found out about vore to begin with (long story, it's over on my Tumblr RP blog)😳, really he's just a dick to his prey and will let them go after thoroughly messing with their head unless you can come up with some bribe worthy of Future Leader Of The Decepticons

Pred - Obey Me! Mammon, idk he threatens to eat the MC and I went "YES PLEASE", I have more fun flustering him when he's a pred than when he's prey 😼

Pred - Obey Me! Beel, it's literally canon and he's a precious boy and going hungry sucks and I'd be perfectly happy to help him not be starving 🥺 I don't care if he eats regular food at the same time as long as I'm safe

Prey - Obey Me! Lucifer (yes really), because that mans is going to take a break whether he wants to or not and I think Diavolo/Barbatos would see the humor in MC taking things into their own hands (my MC's strongest/most-expressed Sin is Pride plus she ain't afraid of this old man 😤)

Switch - Deltarune Spamton, I think he'd be easier to pay to be prey than pred, and I have a thing for robots meaning SNEO defaults to pred and I will immediately yeet myself into whatever fuel container said robopred uses no questions asked 😅

Newest obsession is Solo Leveling (IncredibleEdibleCalico actually did a piece ages back) and I only remembered after watching S1 of the anime and starting the manhwa. I mistakenly bought the books and comic (Vol 1-8) but regret neither purchase. Soooo good! 😍 Anyway here they are in super rough descending order of crush level.

Sung Jinwoo - Pred, I don't know how to put it into words, he just oozes soft pred vibes where tf did he even get that rune stone??? 🤔 maybe he saves someone from a Dungeon and discovers vore is actually pretty neat, he's comically oblivious at times and cares for his minions as people ugh the glowy eye affect it makes me weak

Woo Jinchul - Switch, professional, dry sense of humor, looked Death in the eye and only flinched when he saw the Apocalypse ahead, incredibly smart and intuitive, he's my Guilty Pleasure on this list 👮‍♂️

Song Chi-Yul - Pred, I lied here's another Guilty Pleasure, I actually literally cried at the end of the manhwa, he's only a C-rank mage but teaches swordsmanship to S-ranks, tried to save Jinwoo and Joohee but was talked out of it and regrets it to this day, he is classy and I just want to spend time with him🫡

Baek Yoonho - Prey (yes really), idk something about him makes me want to aggressively demonstrate affection, don't ever tease him about it because despite being the weakest Korean S-rank Hunter HE IS STILL AN S RANK and will cut a bitch (he was ready to beat the crap out of Hwang Dongsoo for strangling his lower-ranked guildmate edit that guildmate isn't even a Hunter and that is not a Hunter you want on your bad side srsly just Do Not The Thing)😼

Choi Jong-In - Pred, he's canonically a bit of a shit-talker and gives me OM! Diavolo vibes and I love me some playful banter with preds what is it with me and people with a red theme?? 😧

Son Kihoon - Switch, he's a sweetheart and I want to snuggle him three different ways, he cares for his strike squad and was willing to set aside a chance for tremendous personal glory as well as sacrifice his whole team to keep a literal army of High Orcs from destroying a few cities 🫂

Go Gunhee - Pred, he's a total badass who gave his all to keep Hunters from basically forming a Might Makes Right society also I have a Thing for older men I am not ashamed to admit it, Song-san is up there for a reason, the man is a Gigachad who outright rigs Hunters Association assignments to keep the D- and E-ranks as safe as possible 🙇‍♀️

Yoo Jinho - Prey, because he's just a sof' boi and must be protected at all costs, maybe he'd find it interesting and like that he was sought out for him and not just because he's Ahjin Guild's vice/Jinwoo's friend 😋

I started Stardew Valley 7/14 so there's gonna be some of that eventually my askbox is open 📨 if anyone wants to gush over their own vore crushes.

Can't forget Horizon Zero Dawn! the events of the Gemini Quest are NOT canon I refuse don't even @ me I WILL die on that hill 🔪

Kotallo - Switch, he's definitely my favorite character and I just love him so dang much, he's a fearsome warrior even without that arm and a brilliant strategist and completely loyal to the good of the Tenakth tribe as a whole, having no other ambition save serving his Chief... but I also want him to sit and relax, maybe having a stomach all to himself will give him a new perspective or insight ⚔️

Milvund - Pred, I did his miniquest back when my computer couldn't run HFW for more than 5-10 minutes but he's so precious and I'm betting would be very hesitant yet also so caring just let me comfort him 😭

Racking my brain for any other major fandoms but I can't come up with any for the life of me so have a bonus Pred TFA Cliffjumper because I have an active thread with him. ... Maybe jjks? I'd have to twist canon in knots to make Sukuna a safe pred, and there's a couple others but I haven't even finished S2 of the anime and a bunch of them are minors soooo...

>>; So much time in TFA focused on That One Smug Bastard and now I'm like "how do with other 'Cons??"

[lightninging]

"trade Geno"

so besides the fact that trading Geno would be betrayal of the highest order (I'm not really joking*) look at this mess of a game, lmao. without Geno we lose to new jersey!! like, the fuck was that. lol.

[husbandohunter]

Boys over flowers [Genshin Impact/Various x Reader] Part 2

Not everything had to be about fighting. Ahem Childe.

Genre: fluff, angst(?)

Characters: Zhongli, Childe, Albedo, Xiao

{Zhongli}

Out of all the bountiful possessions in the land he carved with his very own hands, the glaze lily had always been his favourite.

This flower was a nostalgia stained with time. As much as he loved them, the love he felt was more of a bittersweet sadness if anything. The loss of a friend, his mentor, someone he cherished so deeply, all of it was held into a single glaze lily.

Once as Morax, now as ordinary Zhongli, in those 6000 years he had seen it all. Even his grief for Guizhong faded into a memory.

Sometimes Zhongli felt like he was reading from a story book. Detatched while staring through an omniscient standpoint. It seems that his infinite years brought both experience and lonliness along the way.

"Zhongli? What are you staring at?"

But not when he was with you.

The glaze lily went on many journeys when he met you

He remembers the first encounter on a sunset night just as the petals  were about to bloom. You were there, crouched down, staring into his golden eyes.

“This is for you! Not many can be fully matured like this so make sure to take good care of it,” You held it out to him and he takes the stem out of your hold.

“A parting gift, I appreciate your thoughtfulness,” Zhongli sees it as a sign of a new contract, “It seems you possess a good eye when you were selecting them.”

He remembers the bouquet you presented during his birthday, the garland you placed on his head when he was reading, the vase by his desk always filled to the brim whenever you’d pay a visit to his parlour.

He remembers how the blue petals scattered across the floor the day you two married, everywhere he went so did this flower. Everytime he saw this flower, he thought of you.

Was it okay to feel like this? No one can ever replace Guizhong, was it okay to love again even when this being was much more perishable than she was? Zhongli was use to the experience of tragedy and loss as it was part of life.

Ah, so this must be what it feels like to live like a mortal.

To cherish every passing moment knowing that it won’t last forever. He will embrace it to the end. 

Old memories that were once dust rose from the soil, now reborn into a new beginning. Your curious gaze leans closer to his profile, sitting side-by-side under the blankets of your shared bed, the corners of his lips lift into a small smile.

“I’m only reminiscing, my dear. You don’t need to worry for me.” He kisses your forehead and tucked you to bed. The candle now blown out as his arms wrapped around your waist while spooning from behind.

Zhongli closed his eyes, knowing if he dreamt of a garden full of glaze lilies, there will be no sadness behind it.

{Childe}

Mother fucker would try to turn this into a sparring session.

This is why you NEVER invite Childe. If the valley were the air nomads, Childe was the fire nation. He’d stomp his muddy shoes in front of you just to get your attention simply because he knows it will piss you off.

An angry s/o means a potential fight. Win win situation.

Thus, no one blamed you for giving him a cold shoulder after that.

“Aha, looks like I went a little too far, didn’t I? Alright alright, I’ll stop trampling on your flowers from now on, you have my word. So talk to me, okay? Please?”

Alas you spare him a glance, “Make that a pinky promise.”

He didn’t know you were so serious about gardening. The Feiyun commerce guild took greate pride in cultivating the finest silk flowers in all of Teyvat and you being from that guild held up that legacy. Even if Childe tries to buy back the ones he stepped on, nothing could match the quality of your work.

Needless to say, your little hobby became a normal thing, Childe was very chaotic in nature so something more calm was nice to mediate that attitude. You taught him how to water plants, place the fertilizer and knowing which ones to pick.

But let’s be real, florist Childe isn’t that far-fetched because he is 10/10 waifu material.

Then Teucer comes in and tags along. He wanted to take some silk flowers back to Tonia until Childe informed him they’ll wilt on their way to Snezhnaya. 

“Aww, that’s too bad,” he would say while pouting, “Then I’ll give them to you big sister (Y/n)!”

“How sweet, you’ll be quite the charmer when you’re all grown up, Teucer. Maybe even better than your big brother.”

“Come on now, babe. You know that’s impossible.”

You twirled the silk flower right under your nose, the playful tone never leaving your voice, “Oh really? You and Teucer both share the same genes so yes, it is a possibility.”

An amusing glint dances in the ocean of his gaze as he gleefully remarks, “Well if you put it that way, I think Teucer would be at a very big disadvantage.”

“What do you-”

Before you could finish, Childe covers Teucer’s eyes and leans over to steal a sinful kiss, sliding his tongue inside. He purposely brushed his lips over yours after parting, completely satisfied by your flustered expression.

I love this bastard

{Xiao}

Hip hip hooray for having both Qiqi and Xiao in your party. Must be fun collecting their ascension materials.

“Adeptus Xiao!”

Your dumbass fell off the high cliff while obtaining the violet grass, Xiao yeets in from nowhere and caught you from death’s clutches.

Shall I mention that this had happened TWICE already?

Xiao carries you to safety and gently settles you down to your feet. He shot you the sharpest and most deadpan look he could muster because actions speak louder that words, he was trying to make a point.

You gave him a weary smile as the violetgrass batch limps in your hands along with the qingxins.

“I can hardly fathom how utterly stupid and moronic you can actually be. What did you think would happen when you tried to pull off that stunt? That you’d suddenly grow wings and be able to fly?”

His harsh words put you back into your place like a scolded child, “I’m sorry...I just wanted to help...”

Mah man does not watch what he says and always end up guilty. Your kicked puppy look is really going to be the death of him. He means well, just harsh when it comes to your well-being.

“Fine, give me those. I’ll take care of it.” He wouldn’t allow you to retort, he just took them from your hands and left without a word.

Let’s just say that Xiao isn’t the best when it comes to handling flowers as he would handle monesters, his touch isn’t the most delicate either and would prefer to get the job done fast. 

Sometimes he’d pull the roots our along with it, dirt and mud dripping from the bottom of the stem. Or the opposite. He pulls too hard and the stem just SNAPS and you’re left with just the blossom. 

“Does it matter? They’re only ingredients as you’ve said.”

That gave you a perfect excuse to teach him the ways of gardening and just be more delicate overall. 

At first he didn’t understand why humans were so meticulous about these things but when he saw a man present a bouquet to his wife, Xiao began to reconsider his methods. He doesn’t undersand mortal traditions as much and sticks to something simple and classy.

Don’t be surprised when you find a bunch on your desk for your birthday <3

{Albedo}

The sheer cold of dragon spine could naturally kill any botanical organisms aside from mints. The only flowers Albedo usually sees are the ones he artificially makes.

But being the genius he was, Albedo knew every variety of flowers to exist in the book. In this case, HE was the expert.

To him, the flower was the symbol of life. Albedo only knew the scientific facts of plant life and their natural functions, you on the otherhand were more familiar with the flower languages in a deeper meaning.

Today was a rare day where Albedo figured he’d step out of that freezing lab and conduct his research somewhere warmer, specifically Windrise where it’s quiet and away from the city.

“Dandelions may not be flowers but thei’re the main specialty of Mondstadt carrying the meaning of ‘freedom’! That’s probably how the Acting Grandmaster got her title.”

“Freedom...” He ponders, “I guess you cold say that.”

Albedo can’t understand why people would choose to associate meaning with plants. Where do their ideas come from? And why? Frankly, he can’t see the point in any of it. 

But at the same time, it made him happy to see you so enthusiastic about his research even if it wasn’t quite near the target. Albedo had always been so engrossed in his work and you’d just silently keep him company of the side, not many times where you both fot to nerd out on the same topic.

Emotions were still a mystery to him. It seems that even upon the most boring subjects, they don’t seem boring anymore when talking to his significant other. Soon enough, Albedo found himself putting his research aside and just listening to you talk. 

“And the Rose expresses romance and love. It’s common for lovers to give it to another during Valentines day.”

He hums cheekily, “Are you telling me that just to hint me to give one to you?”

“W-Well, I didn’t say that.”

He got nothing done. Perhaps his research can wait for another day, right now, he was more curious on what other meanings can a flower hold.

[spiderling-space]

Could I please request MC as that conspiracy guy with the hidden mickey’s? I saw it on your prompts list and I am still laughing at the possibilities!

Thank you Rell for asking this when the inbox was open and finally igniting green light for me <33<33

I decided that this idea is too crack to only apply to numbered characters so this is going to be a mini-series and crossposted on AO3. This mini-series is based on this prompt I have.

There will be 9 chapters in total including prologue and epilogue. I can’t promise any update schedule, I go with the flow. A meme to summarize the fic.

Special thanks to @serenitystarrie for allowing me to utilize their perfectly organized Hidden Mickey Mouse locations.

The Prologue's Locations #1 and #2. Spoiler yourselves on your own risk.

Italics indicate thoughts

Everywhere I Go, I See His Sign

Prologue

No one could blame (Y/N) for occupying themselves with something else to stay awake during Trein’s class. It wasn’t their fault at all, there was just something in Trein’s voice that made people want to sleep. So they just tried to focus on everything but Trein and to be the only one who managed to stay awake in their friend group. At first, (Y/N) just stared outside through the window get got bored and started to count the bricks on the wall but there weren’t much to begin with and their endeavor ended quickly. Their eyes flicked to the bookshelf, it was impossible to read the titles from where they were sitting, hence that didn’t hold their attention for long.

Maybe I should start listening to what Trein is saying, I might learn something.

Not a minute later, (Y/N) was yawning. So much for trying… They decided listening to the professor wasn’t going to work out, in order to stay awake, they continued where they left off. On the top of the bookshelf, there was a purple globe and golden signs on the surface, curved lines and a couple of dots. I bet there are more than 10 dots on it. 1…2…3…4… (Y/N) stopped counting when they noticed an abnormality on the globe. There was a shape that didn’t follow the pattern, two small circles were connected to a bigger one. That’s strange… Everything is in perfect condition in the NRC… Maybe they didn’t notice something as small as that. Either way, there was no point of thinking about something as trivial as that. Though, it was way more entertaining than the history class.

(Y/N) poked Ace, “Shhhht, how many minutes left until the class is over?”

Ace opened his one eye and glared at them for waking him up. He took a peek at his phone told them that 13 minutes left then he went back to sleep.

13 more minutes… It seemed like they started the class hours ago and it still had 13 more minutes. As (Y/N) waited the time to pass, they kept glancing at the globe above the shelf as if the abnormal mark on it was calling for them.

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Finally, the class was over and it was lunchtime. The gang went to the cafeteria and was waiting in the line, chatting about the assignments Trein gave after he saw people sleeping. (Y/N) was having fun at their expense because they didn’t get an assignment for being awake during the class. Ace, Deuce and Grimm were complaining about the amount of pages they were going to write, which was making (Y/N) crack. They turned their head to the side to conceal their chuckle. While they were turning back, a shape on the wall caught their eyes. There on the wall between the torch and the column stood the 2 small circles being connected to the bigger circle, just like the one they saw during the class. This one was bigger since it could have been seen from distance.

Before (Y/N) could dwell on the shape anymore, the line moved and it was their turn to grab the food. They dismissed the thoughts about the shape, thinking that they saw wrong. It was food time and there was no need to think about anything else.

After getting their lunch, the gang went over to sit at their usual table. “I think you should have gotten an assignment too, (Y/N).” Ace talked before taking a bite out of his meal. “You weren’t sleeping but you weren’t paying attention either. Right, Deuce?”

Deuce was in the middle of chewing his meal when Ace tried to include him in the discussion. He answered after gulping, “They managed to stay awake. I think that deserves an award.”

Ace’s face cringed, “Traitor.” He then turned to Grimm tp get his support. “C’mon~ You must agree with me.” Unfortunately for him, Grimm was too busy chunking the food down his throat, completely ignoring Ace who finally shut up after getting no support.

“I’ll help you pick up the books since I’m a supportive friend.” (Y/N) said cheekily, chuckling afterward. They really needed to go the library too. Grimm needed the books to finish the assignment and he wasn’t capable of carrying them with his tiny paw-paws.

Their stomach grumbled, reminding them to eat sustenance. After (Y/N) finished eating, they pushed their tray further onto the table so they could have space to put their hands on while they waited others to be done with their food as well. There, on the table, was another symbol, the 3 circles one looking almost identical to the others they saw. They openly stared at the symbol, tracing the outline with their fingers. Am I imaging things? The one on the globe could be a stain and the one on the wall could be the deformation of the brick. And this one… Maybe a mistake of the carpenter. Though, it is strange to see mistakes such as this in the NRC.

They must have zoned out too much because Deuce was tapping them on the shoulder. “Our next class is about the start.”

“If you want, we can leave you alone with the table. Seems like you are falling in love with it.” Ace quipped as he took his tray from the table and started walking to the trash.

“Jerk…” (Y/N) mumbled under their breath.

“Hey, henchperson!” Grimm was pulling their sleeve. “Carry me!” It was annoying that Grimm was giving them comment but he was small and cute so they didn’t mind carrying him occasionally. They allowed Grimm to climb on their shoulder and took both his and their trays to throw away the trash and put them to where the dirty trays are collected.

After putting the trays, they exited the cafeteria, then changed into the sports uniform in the locker room. The moment the bell rang, Vargas told everyone to start doing warm-ups, followed by 10 laps around the field and 30 pushups. (Y/N) held themselves back from groaning, not wanting to increase the number of laps or pushups.

(Y/N) was only human and not the most athletic person in the world and they doubted even the most athletic person could run 10 laps without stopping for a moment to take a breath. They sat on the grass, trying to adjust their breathing as they were looking around. They had to admit the sports field had a perfectly splendid sight with all the shades of green.

They were about to get up and continue on the track when they spotted a sign on one of the bushes. 3 circles again? It was dark green colored, standing out on the bushes. Was it always there or is my brain playing tricks on me and making me see things? They decided to check the sign from a closer distance to make sure it is real.

“(Y/N)! 2 more laps for trying to sneak away!” (Y/N) startled as Vargas’ voice boomed on the field. Damn it! They just got punished because the sign distracted them. “You will have two more if you keep standing there!”

(Y/N) knew there was no point in arguing against Vargas unless they wanted to add more laps as punishment so they ignored the sign and went back on the track. I will take a closer look after the class.

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Unfortunately for (Y/N), they were too exhausted to move a finger, let alone have the energy to examine the weird symbol after the class ended. They just wanted to get back to Ramshackle, take shower, eat junk food and never get up from the bed but they still had one more stop to make, the library. Because of Grimm’s actions, they needed to walk more. God damn it… I can’t feel my legs.

Finally, they reached the library and began browsing for the book. Grimm started looking at the book on the computer and find which aisle it was located, meanwhile (Y/N) sat on one of the seats as they waited for him. Yeet, I hope we don’t need to get one of those floating books. What is even their purpose? Students would spend extra effort to see the title of the book and waste time. Or are they here for aesthetics? They sighed, lowering their head. What an unnecessary way of using magic… They had to admit the library was impressive, having all those books while looking at the endless corridor of the library. As Grimm was still looking for the book, they turned their attention to the other objects of the library. None of the lamps were in the same shape and the columns had different designs. One of them had frequent dots while the other more scattered dots. Their attention turned to the other column between Aisle I and II which had larger dots than the others.

Wait for a second… Is that? (Y/N) got up from their seat and stepped towards that column, crouching to see the sign better. Are you kidding me? Here too? Nope! This is just some random symbol, there is no way, it is the same one I saw in other places. Besides, all other columns have dots. Coincidentally, this one had two circles connected to a bigger one. (Y/N) was determined to just forget about it since they knew it would be a ridiculous idea for these signs to have a pattern.

“Hey Henchperson, I found the name of the book now bring me it.” Grimm ordered them as usual. Normally, (Y/N) would teach him some manner but they were too tired to care so they asked which aisle the book was in so they can grab it and go back to Ramshackle.

As soon as Grimm told them the number of the aisle and the book and the color of the book as well, (Y/N) didn’t wait for Grimm and just went to grab it. They were looking at the shelf numbers in that disorganized aisle. Libraries are supposed to be tidy and organized. Why is everything in this school so chaotic? And who even color codes the books?! This should be a crime!

“Alright green color and number 4…” They whispered faintly, looking at all the shades of green and number 4 then checking the title. After checking a couple of books, their attention turned to 3rd shelf. “Ah there you are, The Developments in the Last 100 years. Finally, I can go to my bed.” Whilst they were reaching for the book, the red book with golden marks caught their attention. The book wasn’t titled, having only shapes on it, that 3 circles shape was one of them. Maybe the book is about the meaning of this symbol. I’ll check it out after resting. They grabbed both Grimm’s book and the red colored one and walked towards Grimm. Together, they checked out the books from the librarian and head over to Ramshackle.

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(Y/N) couldn’t wait to get read the strange book so that they would know they aren’t seeing unordinary things. As soon as they entered their dorm, Grimm dashed to the kitchen saying that sports class and the library made him hungry. They were also hungry and would never say no to some snacks. They put the books on the coffee table in the lounge before joining Grimm.

Grimm and (Y/N) brought their snacks to the lounge and sat on the couch, chatting while eating their respective food though Grimm tried to take what’s on their plate 5 times at least. After finishing their food, (Y/N) leaned back on the couch and stretched themselves out. Then they just looked around the lounge. It looked way more different than the first night they stayed there. Now everything was tidy and organized. Dare they said, it was cozy and the fireplace just increased the coziness of Ramshackle.

Hold up… The clock on the fireplace caught their eye and they got up to see it better. This age-old clock has that symbol too. I can understand the others since they are fairly new but this dorm hasn’t been occupied for decades. They wondered if there are more signs in the lounge so they turned around, their eyes scanning the room quickly. There was another mark in the lounge, on the painting hanging above the door. Hmmm, that could be the painter’s signature or something.

“Why are you acting weird?” Grimm asked after burping. Ew!

“Nothing nothing… I’ll just go take shower then nap. You do Trein’s assignment. I’m not going to lower my score because of you.” (Y/N) wasn’t going to tell Grimm about the symbols before they were certain that there was a pattern with it. Now they were going to search upstairs if there were more signs while Grimm was busy downstairs then took shower because the smell of sweat was killing their nostrils. “And don’t even think about slacking off or you won’t sleep on the bed tonight.”

With that, (Y/N) took the red book and headed towards their bedroom, putting the book on the small table near the armchair. Then they took off their shoes to not make noise as they searched the rooms for that damned sign.

Here I go…

[ice-cweam-sod4]

If obey me were left up to me to (re)write

So right now my friend @royalxsapphire and I were texting about the less than intresting turn in the story of obey me and during our disscussion we talked about things we would of changed from season 1 to now and adding in our own plot for fun, These are just our thought feel free to tag us both and add or talk about what you would add in. This is just how I would like the story to go if it were up to me you can also reblog with how you would of changed the plot and added in more charcater development.

Season 1

Changes:

If I had to rewrite it I would give mc and belphegor more screen time to flush out how mc deals with their murder

like mc would get possed with rage and then the brothers would have to find a way to bring them back from theirrage since they are causing trouble in devildom.

Season 2

Changes:

As for season 2 hmmmmm I would give the death demon more power like maybe blow out beels candle and then send him into purgatory and from there have mc travel into purgatory which is filled with actual fragments of beels mind

kinda like the last dimension in doctor strange type vibes and then from Mc will have to there collect theshards and piece them back together so beel and mc could make it out of purgatory, but not without suffering some of beels sinwith Mc being literally tempted to eat the fragements

(i would like solomon to randomly have a crucifix and yeet it at the death god killing him)

(Not really adding the amesia part with lucifer cause it was the start of just filler lessons)

Season 3

Changes:

I  personally would like them to scrap out the mansion( we already have house of lamentation) show them wheremc might live(give the player an option of how mc lives) and just let the broslegit show up there and be like "Sup we are your new roomates" kinda a ms kobahyshi dragon maid type thing

 except the bros have to really adapt to human life and all dealing with religion racism just finding out that mcs world is a shitty place

kinda humbling them a bit as well,since they kinda are diavolos sugar babies in a sense,

as for who to focus on in season 3 hmmm, maybe it could be Lucifer but really focus on the angst and history of christians and the Vatican in the crusading days really make him conflicted with his motives like mentally shake him up questioning if the war was worth the pain and suffering humans delt with during the time Chrisianity had a bad name.

I also think it would be cool for the other brothers to meet different humans and learn their stories of how the specicfic brothers' respective sin destroyed their life, making the demon brothers think a bit more about how humans too have it bad.

Season 4

I dont know about season 4 tho what its about but if I had to fill in the blanks I would revive diavolos father and from there thats where shit hits the fan the demon king is repulsed by the demon bros and then from there he seperates lucifer and diavolo so because some demons like diavolos rules on how he governs they take lucifers side and diavolo is on the side of his dad for reasons being hes family and he doesnt want to go against his dad and devildom now goes into war with Lucifer representing democrasy and the Demon king dictatorship.

I would like to focus on belphie for that season too so he could at the end make amends with diavolo. 

But as for mc i want Mc to leave the realms and try to adapt to their human life as much as possible(of course making lots of time go by like say 20 years) and then they decide to go back to devildom and negociate lucifer and diavolo to forming an alliance  and then put an end to the demon king via assination.

and from there devildom becomes a democracy.

Season 5

If we wanted to add one more season, Lucifer would be going up against simeon for prime minister since simeon helped in the war,

Mammon would be a CEO of a non profit organization that is raising awareness on the addiction of gambling,

Levi would be a swim coach for the devildom military,

Satan might be a librian keeping the offical history documents of devildom together,

Asmo would be an influencer that spreads awareness of rape victims,

Beelzebub would  be a gym owner with his own wrestling team (which also recruits future military soldiers)

I think belphegor would be a therpist or all the people who were involved in the war itself.

Diavolo would be in  the human world living like a nomad  but has money invested in stocks so he doesnt go broke.

Barbatos would most likely be the vice prime minister to either simeon of lucifer

Simeon of course is going up for prime minster of devildom

Solomon will have opened up a magic academy in devildom

And Luke would of acended to the hisghest rank lucifer was at when he was an angel, making meeting with both realms less stressfull and awkard.

I think season 5 could be where all the choices you make in the game thus far determines who you end up with. Kinda like in mystic messenger and then the rest of season 5 is you building your relationship with whichever demon or "undatable" you end up with.

I would want to squeeze in some slight angst with mc dying (cause the years afterwards took devildom a LONG time to recover)

and from there whatever demons or undatetable they were closest to wouldcome in and revive mc but Mc would then be an angel in the celesitial realm with lillith.

Eventually gaining the freedom to go back to the devildom.

But these are just our thoughts which i edited a bit what do you think?

[forpeopleidontknow]

comments I found myself making while watching

(with no context)

WARNING: I might ruin your favorite movie or give away spoilers so you have been warned!

“dude they must smell badddddd”

“how do they cut their hair because they all look good for boys who showed up in a box”

“is nobody going to question why there is only one british guy?”

“why are they even here?”

“what happens when it rains?”

“wait do they even bathe?”

“bonk”

“i really don’t get the point of him just running in there like that but whatever”

“ITS BEEN ONLY 3 DAYS!?!!”

“he really said 3 days too many huh?”

“gally you are just upset because new kid is showing you up”

“what do you think this incredibly obvious note means?”

“how do they even know what girls are?”

“that was kinda sexual ngl”

“they really said this one girl is going to repopulate this group huh?”

“shut up gally”

“how is that white shirt stain free!?”

“It has organs? but it’s like a robot?”

“oh helllll noooo”

“what is pulling it out going to do?”

“that, it’s going to do that”

“i really thought that guy was caring a shovel”

“SHUT UP GALLY”

“you are telling me that they have a whole fort with maps and nobody has ever tried to get in?”

“that thing is still covered with guts”

“how did she have time to collect all those things to throw and get up there... wait how did she even carry them up there?”

““I don’t think she likes us very much” I freaking love newt 😭😭”

“how did she get a machete!?”

“they look like they could be related”

“ahhhh don’t grab the blade like that”

”yes, all girls are the same”

“WHAT DO YOU THINK IT MEANS!???”

“you waited this long to give them the awfully large tubes that somehow fitted in your pocket”

“wait what?”

“did you think he wasn’t going to try to attack you?”

“WAIT HOW DID THE OTHER GUY GET STUNG!?!! DID THEY SAY HOW!?!!”

“you are telling me nothing bad happened before Thomas?”

“that pit looks kinda cozy”

“Aw chuck is so sweet”

“how did this kid get something from his parents?”

“wait do they know how babies are made??”

“ah yes just pick up that bloody shirt”

“nah he is wayyyy too clever”

“you bitches better runnnnnn”

“the size of the gaps keep changing”

“it’s about to be a throw down hoedown”

“YEET” “YEET”

“okay teresa, I see you”

 “alby can’t catch a break”

“WOAH GALLY”

“thomas.... don’t do it. THOMAS, WHAT THE HELL MAN”

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?”

“FUCK GALLY”

“I LOVE NEWT SO DAMN MUCH”

“wait why did they only send guys up to begin with?”

“yes, call him out on his bullshit!”

“what the fuck!?!”

“ohhhhhh they got a plan”

“gally what is your actual problem?”

“there is no way they are all going to survive?”

“seems like a death wish to me”

“YEET”

“nice save!”

“NOT MINHO!”

“splat”

“oh that’s funny in a fucked up kinda way”

“that blood looks fake”

“YOU KILLED KIDS!”

“wait a damn minute”

“did she just.... yep she just did”

“HOW DID HE GET HERE?!”

“how do they know what guns are?!”

“aw chuck that was so sweet!”

“OH MY GOD”

“NO”

“FUCK GALLY MAN”

“that’s not scary at all”

“wait I thought they were just pod people?”

“that’s crazy”

“WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP SAYING THAT”

“wait, SHE IS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD”

“BAIT?”

“I need some Advil”

[moonlit-doodles]

writing snippet

a few people expressed interest so here’s the introduction to paradosso dell’anima (soul paradox)

also known as “oops my wacky stand yeeted me into a time paradox and now i’m meeting my biological father who is alive question mark??”

the majority of it will be behind the cut! it’s somewhere around 2500 words

~

“Proceeding examination nine, trial one. The date is twenty-seven of September, 2003. Subject Giorno Giovanna. Birthdate sixteen of April, 1985. Subject is eighteen years old. One hundred eighty-five centimeters, seventy-five kilograms. All blood levels normal. No injuries nor abnormalities. Perfect health as always, Mr. Giovanna.”

Giorno remained where he was, seated calmly in the center of the pristine room. He flipped through an album of photos, fingertips barely brushing each page.

“Thank you. Go on; I have other appointments today. Let’s make this quick.”

“Subject is a Stand user with the life-giving ability known as Gold Experience. Mr. Giovanna is still the only known Stand user with mastery over a Requiem ability. Gold Experience Requiem, otherwise called simply by Requiem or G.E.R., possesses capabilities still not yet fully surmised. These trials are, as always, conducted to learn more about the Stand arrow and Requiem abilities. Dr. Kujo is present once more as the Speedwagon Foundation’s primary observer. Examination nine, trial one, proceeding now. Mr. Giovanna, if you will please pierce your Stand with the arrow; Dr. Kujo, if you will kindly explain what is happening for the records.”

“Gold Experience.”

As his Stand shimmered into view, Giorno set the unshut album aside and rose to his feet. At his other side, the arrowhead with its gnawed shaft rested on a fold of silken cloth. He took it from its place and twirled it once in his fingers; it was habit at this point.

“Giorno has called Gold Experience to his side and picked up the Stand arrow,” Kujo narrated.

This was how it went every time, of course. It had become a sort of routine. Every once in a while, the Speedwagon Foundation would call and ask that Giorno come in and do some experimenting with his Stand. Something he’d never really pursued or spent time on before—now a semi-regular part of his collaborations with the Foundation. It wasn’t usually due to much drive on his part, of course. They asked questions and he asked his Stand if those questions could be answered.

There had been a trial period. After taking over Passione, he’d successfully settled himself at the top of the Foundation’s watch list. His heritage made it difficult for them to trust him. Now, they trusted him just fine so long as he didn’t carry an arrow on hand. So long as Jotaro Kujo was nearby.

As always, there was a sharp jolt of pain as he struck Gold Experience with the arrow—but it was always over quickly, and he adapted sooner each time.

“Gold Experience’s armor is cracking and bursting, the same way as always. Requiem is stirring; now showing its face.”

Giorno sensed the same greeting as it emerged—it was growing more familiar, a Stand that felt more and more like his own as he further grew and learned to understand its abilities. He still couldn’t bring himself to address GER as a ‘he,’ however, not the same way he addressed Spice Girl with feminine pronouns. Trish, too, had taken some time before referring to her Stand the same way.

GER didn’t speak very often; only when Giorno asked questions or when it felt words were necessary, or when Giorno’s intent was for the Stand to speak their shared thoughts. Upon report of such an observation, the Foundation had determined it to be an indication of absolute control, trust, and confidence. That much, too, explained why Trish’s Spice Girl was quieter now than before, and why Mista’s Sex Pistols fought amongst one another less and less.

There was no need to speak with your Stand if you trusted it wholeheartedly.

“Gold Experience Requiem is prepared to respond to all forms of testing,” Giorno reported at last, his tone smooth. His skin tingled, but under the brilliant lighting he couldn’t tell whether it glowed as it had the first time. “Let’s remember not to repeat any unchanged trials. We have made it clear that my Stand shares my distaste for repetition.”

“We will be proceeding on to the next phase of our examinations,” came the response. “Such a mistake will not be made again.”

The repeated test had been a learning experience for them all. GER had reacted to Giorno’s brief irritation and punished the nearest worker with an attack. He had died twice before Giorno understood enough to hurriedly cut the cycle and repair the damage. He had been careful to monitor his own temperament on each trial since.

“Zero,” Kujo said. “Today we’re experimenting more closely with the ‘zero’ that we’ve witnessed before. While we have tested all of Requiem’s base capabilities including range and speed, we have yet to run trials that will allow us to better understand how the cycle of life and death play a role in its powers. Giorno, I’d like you to create any mammal from the pen on your right and allow us to monitor its vitals.”

“Understood, Kujo-san.”

Giorno settled himself back into the seat as GER picked up the pen; the examination went on for longer than he thought necessary, and he found that his eyes kept turning up and away from the photo album, towards the clock. He’d be late at this rate. Late to ditch his bodyguards. Late to meet with Trish and Mista and Fugo. Today was important, and yet here he was looking through a bunch of the Foundation’s photos left sitting around while his Stand performed magic tricks.

“Gold Experience Requiem will act under my will but I have yet to understand how or why it loops,” Giorno said frankly. “If this will help you come up with an answer, then so be it. However. Let’s please wrap this up shortly. I do have an organization to be running.”

“You’re not working today,” Kujo muttered abrasively. “Just visiting a grave, aren’t you? Your team won’t mind if you’re a few minutes behind schedule and if I’m going to fly out to Italy then I’d like for it to be worth my time. Your dead friend can wait.” When he was met with silence, he jerked his chin to the door. “I didn’t see you rushing for the door when we received news of your stepfather’s death.”

Giorno’s thumb caught and dragged on the edge of a page, skin slicing open in the same moment that he looked up and met Kujo’s gaze, his eyes burning. The small hare on the desk heaved one final breath before being broken from the cycle and reverting back into a pen. GER tilted back into place, a hand braced on the back of the chair as it settled behind its master.

“You’re right,” Giorno said. “This man meant more to me than any father ever has. I don’t know how you gathered word of where I will be going and to whom, but, Kujo-san, I’d like you to know that it will not be tolerated. You tread a thin line. I’ve offered plenty to the Speedwagon Foundation and asked nothing in return. I am allowing you and this Foundation to study my Stand abilities. Who is it that has made the greatest commitment here? Will you relinquish to me all of the intricate details of Star Platinum’s abilities?”

Silence.

“I didn’t think so.” Giorno rose to his feet. GER healed the papercut with a touch. “I’ve willingly given the Foundation information about myself, about Requiem, and about the defeated Stand with the ability to skip time—as well as the Requiem ability of Jean Pierre Polnareff before his death. What am I receiving? You all think that my ties to Dio make me the same, don’t you? I don’t receive technological or medical benefits, nor do I receive the intel that you collect from other Stand users in my own territory. All I get is a tentative promise that you won’t needlessly strike me down. A promise that could be broken the moment I step within five kilometers of one of these stone masks you keep having me send my people after. Why not gather your own team of Stand users?”

Giorno lifted the album and flipped back to an old, colorless photo. “Perhaps you forget,” he said with a hum, “that I, too, am a Joestar.” He lifted his free hand to touch his fingertips lightly to the crook of his neck and shoulder. “Or does this birthmark mean nothing? Does my status as Dio’s bastard son mean that I don’t count?”

“You aren’t a part of the family,” came Kujo’s answer, his voice cold. “The only reason you have that birthmark is because your father, Dio, stole the body of a man greater than himself. Your very existence is contingent on Dio’s envy and malice. That aside, if even your mother didn’t want you then how am I to trust you?”

“My mother was a negligent whore. Consider yourself lucky to have been raised by two loving parents.”

“Don’t you dare bring my parents into this.”

“Aren’t they relevant? We’re speaking of mine, why not regard yours? Had I been your brother, would we be arguing now the same way we always do?”

“No. I’d have killed you.”

“You’re no better than my stepfather, then.” Giorno tapped his fingernail on the old photo, staring at it contemplatively. “I think your opinion would be different if I was born to your ancestor. I think your ancestor’s opinion would be different, too. How is your family, by the way? Did you abandon them across the sea again?”

“At least I have a family.”

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Broken only by the loud snap as Giorno shut the photo album, eyes glimmering with anger.

He inhaled slowly as he set the book aside. “Kujo-san, you do not want to make me into your enemy. Whether you like it or not, we are related by blood. I may not be what you consider family but Jonathan Joestar is my biological father. I have no fangs. No neck scar. I don’t have a single mole dotting my left ear, in fact. Not one. I was born into this body and this life. I did not choose my parents, nor did they choose me. I am not supposed to exist, but I am here, and that is an indisputable truth.”

“You, Jotaro Kujo.”

GER’s voice. The same as Giorno’s, save for his even, robotic tone.

“At least you have a family.”

“Enough,” Giorno said. He lifted the silk cloth to rest in his palm and extended the other towards GER. “We’re done for today. Let’s return the arrow to Polnareff. I will see you again soon.”

GER’s eyes met his, calculating. “Yes,” it said. “We will meet again soon.”

He saw that it had picked up the album, cradling it gently in both hands. And then—he felt, suddenly, that the distance between them did not close. That it only grew. That he was no longer standing in the room he’d been in before, wasn’t even standing on solid ground.

There was a rush of colors. For a moment Giorno thought he saw Bucciarati drifting past him. Bucciarati and Narancia and Abbacchio. All of them. By the time his arm outstretched—his fingers closed around empty air.

Panic caught his breath and stole it away. What was happening? Where was Gold Experience? Was this its doing? Had he lost control?

Had he been attacked by his own Stand?

He was falling through a rainbow headfirst, the hairtie ripping away from his braid, pins wrenched back by the force of his fall. Even a brooch pulled away from his jacket. His hair came undone, whipping about his face. Locks of gold that blotted out the vivid reds and blues and violets as they passed him by.

“Where are you taking me?” he breathed, his voice quivering with fear. “Where are you—shi—!”

He struck the ground, cracking the back of his head against hard pavement. All the breath left his body. Rain pelted his face but in a haze of pain and shock and still-ongoing panic he hardly felt it. Why was the ground vibrating? Goddamnit, his head hurt. Where was his Stand? Where was the arrow?

Giorno groaned the moment he managed to breathe, then began to cough, rolling onto his side.

“Shit,” he hissed, pressing his fingertips to the back of his head, unsurprised when they came back bloodied. His hair fell over his face as he rolled again, bracing himself on an elbow to try to get up. Where was he? He had to figure that much out first. “Gotta get up,” he told himself, biting back another coughing fit. “Just gotta—get up, Giorno…”

The moment he started to push himself up off the ground, a wave of nausea rolled up his spine, sent goosebumps fluttering along his arms and bile rising in the back of his throat. He fell, braced on his forearms, mouth tucked against his wrist. His vision blurred and darkened. Dangerous. Dangerous. Where was he?

“Blimey! Is that someone there on the walk? Whoa, whoa!”

The vibrations must have been—hooves? A couple of horses? The rain striking the back of his head was painful now that he knew it was there. Approaching footfalls. Shorter than Mista. Shorter than Trish, even. And was that English he’d heard? With an accent of some sort?

Was he in danger?

“Y’alright, kid? Oi, can you hear me?”

Giorno half-turned, stared over his shoulder at the blurred figure of someone he thought he should recognize. Long and curly hair. A diamond-patterned top hat and a coat thrown to shield him from the wind and rain. The man stopped—hesitated, just for a moment. What he was thinking in that moment, Giorno would never be able to tell. But it sure as hell seemed like they were both sizing one another up. Like the man recognized the panic in his eyes for what it was and knew better than to approach a wild animal with an injury on the side of a road.

Then the moment was over. Whatever he’d seen, this stranger had decided that Giorno wasn’t a threat.

“What’s your name, kid?” He convulsed as a hand met his shoulder, his vision wavering again as he was tugged into an upright position. “Aw, shit. Alright, lemme—here, think you could help me get you up? You’re mighty tall, y’know, for such a tiny bloke. Oh—”

Giorno fell forward into the stranger’s arm, his vision going black.

“—…guess not.”

The man sighed, pulling his coat from his shoulders and throwing it over Giorno’s body before heaving the boy up into his arms. “Bloody hell, I’ll be late to JoJo and the others at this rate won’t I? Well, couldn’t just leave ‘im aside to get picked clean by birds ‘n’ all them blasted thugs. They’d never forgive me.” He climbed up into the wagon and set the kid down. “Least the missus’ll be able to help the poor thing.”

He tipped up the brim of his hat to stare out at the moon, half-covered by clouds, then glanced back at the trembling boy in his backseat and heaved a sigh.

“How do you tell you’re gettin’ older?” he asked himself aloud, settling back into the driver’s seat and taking the reins in hand. “Imagining deadmen in the alleyways? C’mon, now, giddyup. Let’s go. Might as well bring another surprise home to those Joestars. They’ll be delighted.”

[whyhellomynameismary]

Like what you see? Wanna see more spooky?

So as a result of the Film Theory video, I’ve gotten a large influx of followers, and as I’ve just started my new post-grad day job, I haven’t really had the time to address this. So first off:

Hi! I’m k! It’s very nice to meet you all and I’m very glad you’re here! There’s two more episodes left in the series and I’m happy I’ll have this lovely community to end it with!

Now onto more important matters:

Do you like this kinda content? Do you want to see more weird/wacky internet storytelling?

Well, I want to do my favorite thing which is divert attention from me onto other people!

Let this be your reference post! I present to you:

k.’s Megamasterlist Of Cool Spooky Shit Online

So, if we’re gonna start with anything, it feels only right to start with the strange collection of webseries/arg’s that made me want to make a webseries of my own - The Slenderverse! Everyone knows Slender Man, the meme, but if you don’t know him as a webseries icon, check these out!

Marble Hornets: The OG, the first Slender Man related webseries ever made. Film boi disappears, leaves tapes to his friend, hilarity ensues. Hilarity, in this case, refers to terror, fear, stalking, murder, and all those other super-fun things.

TribeTwelve: Tribetwelve is (UPDATE since I forgot this was here, as of Nov 9, 2020, I’m taking most of my info off this section. I’m keeping this on the list because so many people have bonded with the art itself, but the creator has been revealed to have done some really terrible things, so that should be kept in mind when choosing to engage with this series.)

Everymanhybrid: A rad storytelling venture with a real neat plot and a very compelling cast of characters. They did some pretty rad ARG stuff too, while they were still ongoing.

Darkharvest: It’s got a, uh, CULT following. (I’m booing myself).

MLAndersen0: Brothers, suspenders, and Slendy, oh my!

Whisperedfaith: Technically about The Rake, but it tends to fall in with the ‘verse too - More Cults! Also this guy directed a whole damn movie - Lillith!

The Record Of Stan Frederick: A total complete standout, taking on a dramatic, very cinematic tone that gets me every time. Every episode was very well built and had me hooked deeply. It can get heavy, but the story and themes are exceptionally well done.

Keratin Garden:  I Came Out To Learn About How To Paint My Nails And Slender Man Is Making Me Feel Really Attacked Right Now. Also, it’s just really nice to see lady-led slenderseries.

There’s TONS more in the ‘verse - it’s a crazy rabbit hole of what is effectively an open-source monster. Got a cool recommendation? Drop it in the comments!!

WHAT’S THAT? SLENDER MAN IS COOL, BUT YOU WANT EVEN MORE? MAYBE SLENDER MEN AREN’T YOUR JAM? Well good thing there’s a huge amount of other great ARGs, webseries, and online storytelling experiences out there. Here’s a big sampling:

Daisy Brown: A gem of a webseries. I adore this story so much. Beauty and baby monsters. Go watch this and go give the creator all of your love. Also she’s involved in another series - Echo Rose!

Alantutorial: A strange man teaches you basic life skills. Made by Alan Resnick, a creative genius also involved in Wham City Comedy and AB Video Solutions.

2h32: I love the aesthetic of this one, like cosmic horror meets gothic romanticism meets 1930s radio - very Art Horror.

Archive Enrichment Center: Somebody put cameras in this kids house - who are they? Why are you creeping on a random person trying to live their life? What sort of strange goings on are happening in this house? Strange organizations? whack

POSTContent: More spooky tutorials, god I need to catch up on this one it’s so well done and very engaging.

CH/SS: A strange tv program, russians, and possibly a strange entity? This one is a wild ride that’s mind bogglingly fascinating.

TheSunVanished: A twitter account in an alternate universe wherein the sun just yeets itself somewhere else, or so we think - aliens? What’s happening in this timeline?

Petscop: If you’re here from Film Theory, you’ve probably already heard of this one. I really need to catch up more on this one.

Soursalt: If you like gore, this one’s for you - the creator pushes his series so far Mr. Youtube has gotten mad at him for it.

Monarch’s 52 - I haven’t gotten around to watching this one in full, but I think it involves the SCP foundation!

That’s just a small sampling of the dozens of works out there - there’s no doubt I’m forgetting some, and that’s where you guys come in! If there’s something cool out there you wanna share, drop it in the replies here! Also let me know if I screwed up the links, cuz that was a LOT of them. In this house, we’re all about spreading the love and spooky. There’s tons of other great things out there, just waiting for you to find it!

Fly, be free my scary ducklings!

Much love, 

-k. 

[redhoodfucker69]

I'm gonna talk about Avarice for a second bc I got a lot of feelings.

So if you look on my ao3 the most recent fic is a crossover where a character from my novel is yeeted into the gffa bc I wanna try another genre and different characterization beyond chaos with no filter and I also want to get to know Avarice.

We haven't like. Met Avarice in my book yet, and I got a lot of feelings about them and Jaster being shipped together.

They are someone who was simply failed on a colossal fucking level. Like no holds barred, horrifically fucking failed. They were targeted by a serial killer who went after female 'superheroes' and murdered the female victims they saved, and they were told basically to just retire and participate in the cover up. They had zero fucking support. They had actually nothing. And on top of it, that was how they found out they were trans and not a woman at all except on Tuesdays when Venus is in retrograde. Like. This was fucking horrifying.

No one was willing to help them. No one cared enough to help them avenge the girls that were dead and keep their career intact. Literally no one gave a shit.

This is someone who watched their dreams slowly shrivel and die, who swore an oath to protect, to never kill or maim, to do their damned best to protect the sanctity of human life, only to be told the system that was meant to uphold those values, the system they believed in, actually thought optics were more important, and if you had x gender presentation or x set of organs, you were expendable.

They weren't even 20 yet when they were targeted. They were a teenager, fresh faced and out of school, with a lot of hopes riding on them, with a perfect superpower, who had a lot going for them, but also had enough against them that in a few years they would be the fan favorite for the plucky underdog. The Electrician ruined all of that.

Avarice didn't forget their oaths. They remembered them, every day, and chose to go ahead and try to just fucking kill the Electrician and be done with it, because they were pushed over the edge. Just completely abandoned and ruined. And in vices and virtues, they failed because they hadn't thought anyone would be willing to act to help him.

They were wrong.

It killed every last bit of faith they had in people.

Like how do you recover from that? You don't really. They are going to be isolated on Ruusan for awhile, come to terms with what happened and how they can never go back home, start to figure out what went wrong and how they can start piecing themself back together, but they are never going to be the same person, and they are never going to believe in people as a collective ever again. Maybe in individuals, yes, but never in society as a whole. They just can't. They're bitter, they're jaded, they don't know if they're truly a good person or not, they're just going to try to make the right choices and do right by people even if they fully believe no one will ever do right by them.

Compare that to optimist Jaster Mereel who believes so fervently in his people, who is followed because he screamed from the rooftops that he had the utmost faith that they could do better, they could be better, and... man.

Avarice x Jaster is going to be one helluva fucking ride.

[secret-engima]

I blame @talisward for this but like-

Before I get way into this, tagging @wolfsrainrules​ and tentatively @north-peach​ because FFXV isn’t your fandom but this is also part Star Wars and who knows you might find it funny.

What if in a Star Wars/FFXV crossover, a ship takes damage to the hyperdrive (pirate attack or unexpected meteor shower something) and the hyperdrive yeets them waaaaayyyyyyyyy into Wild Space and it crashes on the jungle islands of an unknown planet and the crew is killed in the crash.

But the crew weren’t the only ones on board.

The Galahdians of various Clans, for once all united, swarm over the strange thing that fell from the sky very warily, scuffing and chirping at each other (because this is totally an A/B/O verse, maybe even an a/b/o spin-off of Thrown to Wolves verse who knows) and they finally pry open part of it to look inside and- dead bodies. Dead bodies of strange adults and non-human ... beings that still looked vaguely humanoid and didn’t dissolve like daemons. Sprawled over in what was clearly death from the crash. They explore and find no survivors or even anything familiar. The letters on the walls are strange, the technology is strange. Everything is strange.

Then one of them finds a body dressed differently. Rather than strange, unpleasant smelling synthetic fabric, this one is dressed in spun clothes, rough and simple and practical. The body, not human but very humanoid, is curled up near a door, an expression of odd serenity and determination on their face even in death.

It’s one of the Ulrics that notices the area AROUND the body is miraculously untouched. There is destruction and crumpled metal and sparking wires in the hallway leading up to the spot, but the door behind the body and whatever is beyond is undamaged. Protected.

One of the Ostiums sniffs carefully, stiffens as he finally catches a scent other than sparks and foreign metal and strange blood, “There’s something alive on the other side,” he whispers.

An Arra presses her ear against the door for several seconds before growling, “I hear pups.”

And that’s the only incentive they need to start forcing the door open, because pups are sacred, even in a place like this, a metal ship that fell from the night sky and is filled with the dead bodies of human and non-human beings alike.

The door finally gives way with a scream of metal, letting the light spill into the room.

The collection of Jedi Younglings stare at them with wide, frightened eyes, some human, others not, all smelling of sadness and terror and the need for reassurance.

The Galahdians glance at each other meaningfully at the sight of non-human pups, then carefully set about coaxing them all out despite the language barrier, soothing the tears that come at the sight of the dead protector (who must have been protecting the pups with magic, surely) and herding them out into the jungle sunshine. While some of the Clans start working on removing the bodies for as proper a funeral as they can make (they hope star people don’t mind being burned and released to the winds, but it’s all they can do), others start trying to figure out what to DO with the new children. They can’t separate them, but these are a lot of strange children and that will be a lot for any Clan to handle. They settle on giving them to the more famed and long-standing alliances, the Ulric-Ostium and the Lazarus-Furia-Arra because the joint clans will have an easier time raising the kids and figuring out ... well. Non-human biology.

One of the Ulrics meanwhile is carefully distracting the poor scared kiddos by trying to establish some rudimentary communication. She finally coaxes their names out of them and smiles when one of the humans (human-like? If he’s a star person does he really count as human?) in the group, a boy no more than eight if she doesn’t miss her mark, steps forward and shakily bows in greeting and carefully enunciates “Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

Some other notes on this AU that I apparently have now: a/b/o is an Astral fiddling thing that happens over time and all the Jedi younglings are young enough that THEY develop it too as they’re raised by Galahd.

Galahd guards their Star Children zealously. Keeps them secret and treasured.

If this is not a Thrown to Wolves a/b/o spin-off, then this is still an AU where “magic” (ie the Force) can be used by almost everyone to some degree or other, just for simpler things than the specialized and extremely powerful magics of the LCs and Oracles because of Bahamut’s Blessing. Other people can still do amazing stuff with their “Magic” but it’s not armiger or Walls or superhealing/purification and it’s not as overwhelmingly powerful as LCs (who are all like- up there with Anakin Skywalker Force-power wise).

The younglings are Obi-Wan’s crechemates, they were on their way back from Illum or something when the hyperdrive yote them to Eos. They quickly figure out they’re on a planet so far away no one knows Galactic Standard and that no one has space travel. Eventually they settle in their new lives.

Everyone picture Feral Galahdian Jedi bbys. It’s like- Feral Mandalorian Jedi bbys but without the helmets and heavy armor XD.

They did end up splitting the creche between the various Clans, but tried to keep at least two kids near each other at all times so that they wouldn’t feel abandoned and organized regular “play dates” for all their Star Children (with the added benefit of the adults getting to share their meltdowns over the weird things their Star Children do and need). Also Ramuh is watching from on high and running damage control, which is why no Galahdian falls over dead from space viruses and no youngling dies in spasms from Eos viruses. He’s also the one to tweak the kiddos to fit into the a/b/o dynamic.

Obi-Wan would like you to believe he’s an Ostium. He is not. He’s an Ulric. Bant is his long-suffering Ostium braincell.

Other members of the creche include: Bruck Chun, who after multiple hard lessons on bullying is actually a pretty decent (if aggressive) bby Furia. Quinlan Vos because I find him fun (or, in this AU, Quinlan Ulric), and a couple OCs because I can’t remember who all else is in Obi-Wan’s age group/creche. There’s a Togruta in there somewhere because Togruta are cool.

Meanwhile in the Galaxy at large the Jedi are searching for their lost ship of younglings with more than a little alarm, but they don’t find them. While wandering for clues even years later, one Qui-Gon Jinn stumbles across a slave woman and her year old bby on Tattooine. The bby is extremely freaking Force sensitive so he Qui-Gon Jinn’s his way into buying both of their freedoms and taking them to Coruscant to introduce the woman to the Jedi so she can decide if she wants her bby in the Jedi or not. The woman is Shmi, the bby is Anakin.

Obi-Wan uses the schematics found on the ship (it was a ship for building lightsabers and stuff like in that one Clone Wars episode), his own instincts, and bits of the Elemency crystals/meteor shards lying around to “re-invent” the lightsaber. All the Galahdians are enamored and immediately figure out how to make their own.

Niflheim was Not Prepared to tackle a jungle full of Feral Galahdians with Laser Swords. Galahd does no fall and the Kingsglaive are still formed but not out of refugees. Instead Regis approaches them hoping to form an elite force of laser sword wielding jungle maniacs warriors. The Galahdians agree after some haggling for extra autonomy/privacy to hide their Star Children.

I feel like Obi-Wan joins the Kingsglaive. Just- because OBI-WAN. He’s curious and interested and he doesn’t particularly like war but he has that very strong Protecc instinct and people appreciate his diplomacy.

Years and years later, when the Star Children are teens/young adults, either they figure out how to repair their old ship or somehow another Republic ship finds Eos and all the Jedi proceed to collectively lose their minds over finding their Feral Galahdian former-Jedi younglings and their culture of laser-sword wielding jungle Packs.

Also the secondary genders is NOT a thing outside Eos so all the Jedi are ALSO freaking out over that and trying to figure out how their younglings have it (BECAUSE IT’S A THING. THERE ARE HORMONES AND VOCALIZATIONS AND STUFF THAT NORMAL HUMANS/MON CALAMARI/ETC CAN’T PULL OFF). It ... it never occurs to the Jedi that the Astrals did it because no matter how many times the Galahdians say it’s an Astral-granted thing, no one believes them because everyone “knows” that must be their primitive mythology and culture. There is no such thing as beings who can materialize out of thin air and are made of pure Force. Pssh.

Ramuh the Troll, Bahamut the Drama Queen, every other Astral who is professionally insulted that their existence is brushed off by the idiots who should know better: Behold, we shall ruin these arrogant space monks’ entire careers.

Also Palpatine tries something funny near the Galahdians and is murdered discreetly via an Arra because they can SMELL the madness and near daemon-like corruption on him kthanks.

Also also all the Galahdians take one (1) look at Anakin and go BBY SPACE ULRIC and promptly adopt Shmi and Anakin both while the Space Monks look on and sputter in confusion.

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Teeth Marks, Empty Nest, Picking Ritual | Writing Update

Hey People of Earth!

It’s been a hot minute since I last wrote a Moth Work writing update, and so here we are again for the final countdown! Today’s post will be covering everything related to chapter 12, 13, and 14. Let’s start with Teeth Marks, which I wrote probably sometime in February.

Teeth Marks marks the third part of Moth Work, called Wings, and the first chapter back in Harrison’s POV. I honestly can’t remember much of the writing process as it’s been a while, so let’s dive straight into the scene breakdown!

Scene A: 

We start in the doorway of Eliza’s apartment where Harrison stands shook because a) his boi Lonan has answered it (scandal) and his mother, who he has been estranged from for the last four years, is also in this apartment (EXTRA scandal). Eliza ushers Harrison inside (and this is probably the only *nice* interaction they ever have, spoiler alert!)

Harrison is very shook, and also a little angry, and also a little confused! He doesn’t know why his mother is here, and doesn't understand why Lonan wouldn’t contact him to tell him she is here.

Him and Eliza get into a bit of a scuffle where Eliza is protective of Lonan and is like “who are you mate” and Harrison’s like hahahHA pardON. This leads to Lonan kicking them both out even tho this ain’t even his house!

Scene B:

We now move to the stairwell right outside Eliza’s apartment where she and Harrison have been sitting in awkward silence! Harrison notices she’s wearing his guardian angel necklace (which Lonan mistakenly took back in chapter 6).

This scene is instrumental in setting up how these two interact, which in short, is not! fun! for! either! They try to be civil but can’t help but be protective over Lonan for different reasons. Eliza because they are now sort of in a relationship, and Harrison because hahaha he’s been there, and also because Eliza is Lonan’s father’s ex! Why!

Lonan interrupts this conversation and him and Harrison have a lil private moment even tho Eliza is standing right there aahaha. Eliza leaves which prompts Lonan to go after her, and we end with Harrison all alone in the stairwell like a proper sad boi.

Excerpts:

I previously wrote some mean things about this chapter and am editing it out cuz we tryna be positive! Here’s some tender romance because why not! For context, Harrison has asked Eliza how much she knows about the nature of the boys’ relationship (she knows nothing!!)

He could tell her the truth. About the polaroids left back in Boston. What it felt like to kiss him underwater. What it felt like to dance with him, his clumsy instep. What it felt like to trace each notch of his ribs in the off moments he’d sleep and how wonderful it was, to touch the places his hunger would go. 

Some more romance because yesss:

He pretends they’re alone at the cabin, somewhere on the water, sharing a sleeve of crackers, looking at the moon like it’s the other’s iris, somewhere where constellations read less like hieroglyphics and more like sonnets. 

Let us move onto chapter 13, Empty Nest!

Scene A:

Harrison sits alone at the dinner table watching a TV show in a language he doesn’t speak. His mother interrupts this *chillin* and they get into a heated conversation.

This ends badly for Harrison, to which Lonan (who is presumably arguing with Eliza in her bedroom) comforts him and yeets the two of them outta that apartment! Knight in shining armour babyyyy

Scene B:

Lonan takes Harrison to chapter nine’s beautiful place (the cove).

They chat about their (fallen) relationship and Lonan + Eliza’s relationship that is apparently now flourishing (hahah it actually isn’t)

This turns romantical very fast!!! I am guilty of self-indulgence!!

Excerpts:

EDIT: I originally had an edit in here saying I didn’t have the mental spoons to edit this chapter which is why I wouldn’t share a lot of excerpts! This was very true haha, as I was amidst the worst mental health week I’ve had in years, but guess! who! tried! to! edit! anyway! This obviously was not the best idea and I pushed myself too hard. This led to me doing some crying and beyond that, a decision to take a few days off of writing (despite the fact that I didn’t want to). I’m feeling great now which I’m so grateful for, but just a note! Anyhow!!

This excerpt makes me laugh because it gives me “lonely man sitting on his porch in the prairies” vibe:

No one eats together. Lonan and Suzanna have already taken their pick, and Eliza eats in her room. Harrison hasn’t seen Lonan since he followed Eliza’s empty trail back into the apartment, and he hears him now, between the drone of infomercials and advertisements on the Spanish TV station he doesn’t even understand. Coming from her room, he can picture him, the way Lonan argues, competitive like he’s trying to win something. Suzanna sits on the balcony, maybe hiding a smoke, or something more ridiculous, new age, like an essential oil pen. Ribbons of grey luminescing in the neon lights. Maybe it’s more accurate to say Harrison eats alone. 

This is the excerpt that I had a breakdown editing lmaooo I think it’s cute tho!!

Somewhere better is a beach. Hidden in a cove, the stones arched over seafoam. In the moonlight, sand glitters, water trills, a night owl in the distance wails. Lonan leads him to the cove’s heart, a bullet of clearing that reveals constellations neither recognize. Lonan’s brought a basket with him, unfolds the checked blanket across the shore. Harrison sits first, and observes as Lonan travels the cove’s perimeter, collecting driftwood as he goes. He stacks them into a pyramid at the shore’s lip, pulls out a lighter.

He starts the fire easily, cups the flame like it’s a jittering organism, coaxes it until it expands. The flame tints his jaw gold, glares in his eyes so they look like blue fire. The night halos around ­Lonan, burnishes the cove walls, turns the sand into a mirage. As Lonan nurses the fire, Harrison traces his face, the violet impasto around his eye. Lonan has always looked like a masterpiece to him, damp black hair that almost looks navy blue, a smile so subtle, it’s almost acquired. He holds the fire so it toasts his chin, his focus a delicate, paternal thing.

Picking Ritual is chapter 14 of the book! I wrote this during reading break, and it’s one of my faves a) because of the title and b) because Harrison and Eliza FIGHT (I’m here for the tea).

Scene A:

Lonan and Harrison get back from their self-care-gone-romantical escapade to drunk Eliza creepily sitting in the dark!! Harrison’s mother has left, which Eliza uses as cruel ammo (don’t we love her)!

This is where we really get to see Eliza’s other side as she gets gaslighty as a response to Harrison’s very true callouts

Scene B:

Later, Eliza may or may not purposefully leave her bedroom door open while mildly unholy matters occur that’s all I’m gonna say about that!!!

Scene C:

Eliza leaves her room to “get some orange juice” (she’s trying to get a rise out of Harrison, which works). They roast each other endlessly until Harrison asks her to play a game with him.

Scene D:

This game is a game of cards, which is actually Harrison choosing four cards (king of spades = Lonan’s father, queen of hearts = Eliza, the joker = Lonan, and a jack = Harrison) so he can learn more about each one he chooses for her.

This is where the chapter title comes from!

Excerpts:

The following is a self-roast because my house does all the following (besides magnets on ALL four corners of dishcloths, there’s currently just one. ;) Lonan in this scene is Fiona in that scene in Shrek 2 where Shrek and King Harold are arguing over dinner (CW: there’s a description here that could be potentially triggering for self-harm!).

Suzanna is gone when they get back to Eliza’s apartment. No jacket on the coat hook. No shoes on Eliza’s straw-woven welcome mat. The kitchen has been picked over, each plate, fork, back in its strangely correct place. Eliza keeps her cutlery in jars, and her pans in the oven, her dish cloths magnetted to the fridge by all four corners, a pristineness that feels chemical.

Just as he’s about to comment on it, a light from the living area flicks on, and underneath sits Eliza, paging through a book in the dark. Spots like wine stains on her cheeks shine glassy under the harsh lightbulb.

“She has a place twenty minutes from here. By the public gardens,” she says, running her fingernail against the ribbed spine of the hardcover. Harrison can’t make out the title. When he stares blankly at her, examining the patches on her skin until he’s memorized of their surface area, she clears her throat and shuts the book. “Your mother?”

“I know,” he says.

“That your mother has a place twenty minutes from here?”

“That you were referring to my mother.”

“So you didn’t know?”

ugh I love Harrison and Eliza arguing it’s my fave dynamic:

Eliza stands, and smooths the silk of her night dress, though one crease continues to bunch. She folds her hand into a fist, and brings it to her mouth, biting on her knuckles as she paces. Harrison and Lonan watch her, and Lonan’s about to step toward her when she nods and directs her gaze straight at Harrison. “Did that upset you?” she asks, peeling a sliver of skin up between her teeth, letting it snap back. “The way I spoke of your mother.”

“I don’t care about anything you have to say.”

Oof oof tensions be RISING:

Lonan knocks on Eliza’s door a half hour later and doesn’t come back out. Harrison watches the shut door like he can break through it from the couch, how heavy it sits in its frame like they’ve taken turns smearing caulking in its seams.

The nightglow decolours his chin, his eyes, and he stares at the stars as he did an hour ago with Lonan. He touches his lips, hoping something divine will reappear on his fingers, something divine enough to anoint himself with. Nothing does, of course, but he tries, dappling each groove of his mouth. 

Here’s some Eliza being Eliza :)

He should tell her to buy some curtains. The sliding door’s glass opens to her balcony where his mother stood, pouring onto the busy street below her apartment complex. He can almost perfectly replicate the image of his mother with just his fingertip, a familiarity of her unknown, but unconsciously memorized by him. Suzanna has traded her only pair of shoes—a dingy set of floral flip-flops—for boots with silver zippers, steel toes, heels perfected by a designer she has a connection to. He thinks of his mother with sour precision, a sugary glumness that makes his mouth heavy.

He still wears the angel Lonan re-fastened around his neck and examines it against the belly of the two-seater Lonan once slept on.

She’s lost a stone from where he threw it, almost unnoticeably in the corner where her wings meet her back. He runs his finger over the empty spot, a nearly undetectable groove, and wonders how difficult it would be to find it in the tooth of Eliza’s hardwood.

Just as he’s prepared to get up and find out, the heavy door jars open. Wider than he’s expecting, so he can see Lonan from the couch. Arranged against a pillow, his hair disappearing into the dark wood of Eliza’s bedhead. His eyes closed, a tremor that rocks through his forehead every few seconds. And then quickly, Eliza shuffling through the opening. She wears a kimono patterned with koi fish, the fabric rustling against her bare thighs as she enters the kitchen.

Harrison watches her through his eyelashes, her half-up hairdo falling toward her face, the flash of skin pale, like the peel of the moon.

She grabs a glass he washed and fills it from the sink. Once a bulb forms across the surface, she tips it to her lips, and swallows deliberately.

Harrison watches as she checks the sink for unwashed dishes she knows aren’t there. As she adjusts a placement on her table that doesn’t need adjusting. As she spins herself on her toes around the kitchen island, her kimono splaying so he sees flashes of her thighs again. She dances like this back to her bedroom, where she sets her water glass on the dresser, and keeps the door wide open. 

I can’t not share this part I apologize there is some spice but also Harrison’s iconic Gay (TM) takedown at the end brings me so much joy:

Eliza exits the room a half hour later, except this time, doesn’t dance. Still, she steps carefully, her toes taut as she patters against the floorboards. Harrison watches her with his arms crossed, and stays like that, even when they make eye contact.

She startles and re-adjusts her kimono, so the clip of her skin disappears. She’s combed her hair since she and Lonan finished, and it sits gauzy over her forehead.

“Have you ever thought of buying a deadbolt?” he says, watching carefully as she turns and grabs a glass from a cabinet.

The refrigerator thrills when she opens it, a wash of gaudy tungsten yellowing her face. She sucks on her lip as she pulls out a bottle of orange juice, glugging a cupful into her mouth first, and then into a glass. 

“A deadbolt,” she says, a lightness in her voice—false innocence. “Why?”

“I’ve heard good things. Security. Privacy. You live alone, don’t you?”

She juts the orange juice to her lip fast, her chin bucking like she’s taking a shot. “I do.”

“You’re planning on keeping it that way?”

Eliza drains the last of the orange juice and rests the glass in the sink. She flicks on the tap so a stream splashes into its mouth like somersaults, diluting the juice until the glass cleans.

“There must be someone,” Harrison elaborates. He shifts, so his legs hang off the couch’s edge. The hardwood is cold, and for a moment, he feels like he’s stepping on water. “You’re seeing people, aren’t you? You live in Las Vegas. Good job. Decent apartment.”

Eliza shakes off the wet glass and sets it on the drying rack. “Are you interested?”

“I’m gay, but thanks. How does that work, anyway? Dating you. Would I send in an application? Self-addressed stamped envelope and all? Email?”

ugh more iconic Harrison I love him:

Harrison’s eyes focus on the lip balm and he imagines Lonan putting it there, his finger moving across her mouth and then down, like an anointment. “Isn’t that such a coincidence, then? You’re so selective, yet you manage to date two members of the same family.”

Her smile fades. Eliza clucks her tongue and wipes her mouth quickly with the back of her hand. Thoughtlessly, she refills the clean glass with more orange juice, and only realizes her mistake after the liquid sits precisely at the rim of the cup.

“Shit,” she says, wringing her hand out. “Shit.”

“I’ll drink it,” he says, and is already up and at the kitchen island before she puts another hand on the glass. Eliza almost scowls, but chews on her gums when she catches herself. She slides the glass across the granite, and a blip of orange juice jitters onto the surface. Harrison dabs his pinky in it and sucks it into his mouth. “I want to ask you a favour.”

“I’m not doing anything for you.”

He puts a hand against the fridge before she can move past him, and Eliza sighs, weaves her arms haughtily over her chest. “Cards.” The fridge rumbles to life under his fingertips, and Eliza jumps. “Play a game with me,” he says.

Sharing because of Harrison’s roast at the end, it’s really just one of those days:

Eliza’s a good shuffler. Easily, she dices the cards, the hard split of their edges when he usually shuffles almost non-existent. He’s only ever met one other person who can shuffle like her—his mother.

Harrison sips the orange juice as she shuffles the deck. In all truth, he doesn’t need the cards to be shuffled—he knows exactly which ones he needs. But her ease intrigues him, and he can’t help but feel mesmerized with each flitter of the deck.

“Where did you learn how to do that?” he asks after another long pull of juice.

She cuts the deck and continues. “My father.”

“I didn’t know you had parents.”

“I didn’t know your mother had children.”  

“I don’t think she knows either.”

Eliza rests the shuffled deck onto the countertop and nudges it toward him. He hasn’t told her what game they’re going to play, and as Harrison searches for his necessary cards, the prickle of her gaze deadens. He keeps at task, combing each card and pulling out the needed.             

“I would’ve liked to know.” Eliza says this nimbly. “You look like her.”        

Another pick. “Every son wants to look like their mother. What a dream.”      

“I meant that as a good thing.”

“And I meant what I said as a bad thing.” 

What a way to end this update lol! 

I’ll be back soon with an update for the final chapter in this book! I hope y’all have been okay in these times, I know it’s not easy. Let me know what you’re working on!

--Rachel

[ofgunshy]

⌠ ROSAMUND PIKE, 45, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, IRENE BRADFORD! originally hailing from GALLAGHER, this alum specializes in PROTECTION & ENFORCEMENT. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (a collection of worn and creased baby pictures, wearing black to your own funeral, advanced martial arts in stilettos, a bathtub filled with rose petals, several different passports for different identities).  it’s the (aquarius)’s birthday on 1/22/20, and when they were still in school their most requested dish was STRAWBERRY CHEESECAKE from the school’s chefs. hopefully their presence can help ease the minds of gallagher students. ⌿ kati, 23, she/her, est ⍀

i have no excuse for this except i’m messy and i live for drama !!! i’m trying to play an alumni for a hot second, let’s see how i like it ?? the tl;dr of her sobstory is under the cut bc i’m like that, but she’s a bad bitch who’s seen some shit and can crush all of u with her pinky. – @gallagherintro​

PINTEREST / BIOGRAPHY.

born to a prominent legacy family, her mother steps down from being a spy to become a homemaker for irene and her younger brother. her dad continues spy work, but irene is told he has lots of ‘business trips’ and he’s on the road so much because he drives trucks?

hears her parents fighting one night, and you can come to the conclusion that her dad is likely an assassin, trained at blackthorne. he might be part of the brotherhood...

either way, he’s killed in their kitchen when she’s ten, she finds the body. we love some lasting trauma!

she goes to a spy prep school and then gallagher academy, where she meets her best, lifelong friend laura sutton! they’re sort of the dream team, partners in crime and they push each other to be their best, always competing to be top of the class – but they lift each other up as well. tru homies.

she’s recruited for the CIA and is assigned to protect an ambassador. that’s when she falls in love with the guy trying to kill the ambassador and they embark on a clandestine relationship, meeting up in hallways, elevators, any chance they can get their hands on each other for a moment. all leads up to the moment of truth where...she should kill him or he should kill her and neither of them can do it. so, every time they said ‘no feelings’ was a fucking LIE.

he leaves his organization to pursue her, she thinks, and he takes a job at the CIA. idk whether he was telling the truth or not, doesn’t really matter. a couple years later she winds up pregnant – which they’d sort of talked about kids in an offhanded way, but didn’t really plan for it to be so soon. she’s scared to tell him, but he says “marry me” yk

during all this time, she’s been looking into her father’s past trying to figure out how he died and what was up with that and all. that’s when she discovers the ‘brotherhood’ and miles involvement.

she remembers what happened to her father and she won’t let her kids go through what she did. so, she packs miles things, tells him to get tf out.

when she has TWINS ! she quits her job to care for them and tries to live her normal life for a bit, but her name is compromised in a data breach. she’s on security detail all the time and so, she makes the difficult decision to give up the kids.

she goes back to the CIA, buries herself in her work, and rises in the ranks. she’s kind of following what her destiny was supposed to be at this point, and for about ten years, she gains a reputation (among those that are allowed to know) for her work. stays in touch with the suttons of course, but for the most part she does not engage in any romantic relationships ( sexual’s another story yk w/e )

for the past FIVE years, she’s gone undercover after faking her own death to work alongside a crime organization in europe, slowly helping take them down from the inside. most of her job involved protecting and ensuring the safe release of hostages, so idk, if you think after all of this she’s cold...she’s good at forming connections, she just detaches herself from meaningful ones, if that makes sense. she’s gonna make you feel fucking safe under her care though.

she switched gears when she got a call from laura sutton – when she heard the word ‘brotherhood’ she saw it as her chance to fucking end this and end the organization that really, ruined her life! she expected to see the suttons, pinch some cheeks or w/e, but she did not expect to run into her children again after yeeting them into the care of the government.

CONNECTIONS.

note(s): she’s maddox and tilly’s mom, and kass’ godmother ! she do be loving val as well though. 

people she’s worked on jobs with ! idk, any alumni that she’s worked with before. perhaps they got along, perhaps they didn’t ? we can kinda work this out on a case by case basis.

if your alumn went to BLACKTHORNE maybe they knew her husband better...maybe they still know him...very suspicious. 

old friends that chose her husband in the split lol

someone she was close with that did not get the memo she SURVIVED and thought she died five years ago lol. gonna be saucy when they reunite ig ! 

alumni fwb where yk, they probably shouldn’t be hooking up but you gotta blow off steam somehow ? she’s probably v cold to them otherwise

students that are her ‘problem students’ yk...they’re a hot mess, but maybe she wants to fix and help them

any protection & enforcement kids for her to mentor and help ! 

if your student has parental ties to the brotherhood, you can bet that she’s about to be all up in their business, even if your student doesn’t know anything, she’s looking for CLUES 

a student that really reminds her of herself while she was here ... someone with similarities that she really be relating to and loving them !!!!

idk bonus: if ur thinking of bringing an alumni, feel free to chat with me about miles and/or irene’s brother !!!

[asrasotherbottom]

First, I hope you get all the support and love you deserve dear. ^^ You are FANTASTIC! Second, I am clinically depressed with high anxiety. How would the six handle someone with those qualities? The fretting and low, days where you want to disappear, worrying that no one really cares it just an act?

Thank you!

I’m writing this based on my experiences and the experiences of those close to me, and i 100% understand those aren’t universal. and my interpretations of the characters are not Law or universal. I just wanna say blanketly, that I hope youre doing alright and that you also get the support and love you deserve and that you are safe. Content warning for suicidal ideation (that feeling where youd rather just not exist without like A Desire to act), anxiety, depression. Under a readmore so please take care of yourself and don’t click if you might be negatively effected by reading about this also its long as hell.  

Suicide prevention hotline: 1-800-273-8255Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386.

Asra:

- His heart literally aches with you

-Brings you tea in bed for days that you cant leave bed either because depression or because anxiety

-Will sit with you for hours just so you’re not alone, even if youre feeling awful. 

-Cares 50000% less about the shop than he does about you, and if youre having a bad brain day he will just lock up and sit with you and hold your hand. 

-Will encourage you to get out a little if you can, maybe for a nice walk in the woods to collect mushrooms with him because sometimes getting out and doing something helps. 

-Is good at finding secluded secret ways to get around bc fuck people. 

-He’s bffs with Muriel so hes pretty good with dealing with self loathing and anxiety already. 

-Asra i think has a really good response to the “nobody cares and its just an act” because his magic mark will just glow when he puts his hand over your heart and its really hard to argue with “made a deal with the devil to resurrect you” if the argument is “nobody actually cares” and that was 100% his choice and hes not afraid to tell you that. 

-Can, will, wants to, just ramble at you at length about how much he loves you and exactly why and will spend hours refuting your arguments which is tiring but maybe helps you feel a little better by the end. 

-If things are just So Bad? If you want to disappear? he’ll nap with you just to be close to you and keep you safe.

-Will bring you to his oasis to walk around and help keep you safe if you really just want to disappear and he’ll try to cheer you up there which is admittedly mostly just pointing at tiny weird magic bugs and stars (but at least your body is safe). 

-Deep deep down he’s still the person who brought his mom a button when she was sick so he’ll try anything to cheer you up. Faust too. 

-He’ll even talk to Julian to see if he knows anything or anything to ease your pain a little. 

-Will sit and just Listen to all your pain and be just Present for you. 

-He loves you more than life itself and will definitely be receptive to anything you say about things that might help.

Julian-

-Extremely similar hat. 

-But goddamnit if you made HIM feel better about being alive and worthy and deserving of love, he is absolutely going to return the favor. 

-Anxiety? he knows all the back alleys to avoid people

-Doesn’t mind staying home from the rowdy raven to sit with you if youre too anxious to go. 

-If you need a small dark quiet place to be alone and calm down? Hes got just the place (the hole at maz’s and he’ll even come in with you if you want because it makes you smile to see you both try to cram in there)

-Depression or anxiety making food hard? Some of maz’s soup will fix you right up.

-You find him in the middle of the night pouring over medical texts about depression and anxiety, looking for anything to help you at all. 

-He’ll sit up with you on nights that you cant sleep because of anxiety or because youre just too sad. 

-He’ll definitely lay in bed with you while you cry. 

-He found someone who truly and entirely loves him and he will cling to you for dear life, and tell you all the things he loves about you whenever you need or want to hear them. 

-He probably is gonna try a leech at least once. 

-Brings you to the docks at night because its calm and peaceful and away from everything. 

-After his upright end he definitely learned the importance of a support system and isnt afraid to enlist it to help keep you happy and safe. 

Nadia-

- Shes extremely concerned that someone who lights up her entire life can be so sad. 

-But shes not about to sit back and do Nothing. 

-She can and will cancel any event or meeting if it means she can sit in bed with you and hold you while you cry or if her presence with you soothes some of your anxiety. 

-She’ll bring you to her contemplation tower if you need a place to just get away from everything thats making you anxious. 

-Will also bring you to the magical realms to help keep you safe and help cheer you up. 

-Enlists the finest doctors that she can find if you’d like. 

-She’ll take long baths with you where you two can just sit in the hot water and you can cry while she strokes your hair. 

-If you feel like shes just faking her affections towards you then expect a bit of a surprised scoff followed by a 4 hour powerpoint presentation about every single thing she loves about you and how you make her feel 

-You feel like youre not good enough? “I’m the fucking countess and i could have had literally anyone in vesuvia or beyond but i want you” 

-Will pick you up and spin you if she sees you smile because shes just so happy to see you happy. 

-Horseback riding as a way to help clear your head and escape anxiety is a given. 

-Shes really attentive to making sure you stay fed, in fresh clothes, and bathed, even during bad depressive times so that it doesnt pile on to your bad feelings.

Muriel-

-If not same hat then EXTREMELY similar hat

-Lives in the forest so hes all about that avoiding social anxiety life. 

-If you ever feel unsafe Inanna can and will lay entirely on top of you. 

-Feeding chickens and petting inanna as anxiety relief for both of you. 

-He’ll definitely hold you against his chest or with your head in his lap while you cry if you need it. 

-Muriel hates seeing you sad, and doesnt always know exactly what to do or say but he’ll make you eggs all the time to make sure youre still eating when youre sad. 

-Will remind you that youre like the only person hes ever truly let in to his heart and he doesnt want to lose you.

-Will also remind you that he gave you the myrrh voluntarily because he….wants you to remember him. hes never wanted to be remembered before. he never asked for it back. 

- He really empathizes with wanting to disappear but he doesnt want that when hes with you and he wants to work hard to help you feel the same way with him. 

-Long quiet walks in the forest together. 

-He’ll take you stargazing and tell you all the things he loves about the beauty of the forest and the stars…and you. 

-Big Hugs for Big Sads

-Enlists asra and nadia’s help if he feels he needs it, but he cares about you enough that he’d willingly seek out help for you. 

Portia-

-Yeets pepi at you Like A Football. 

-”Peep?? Peep Peep”

-Youre gonna feel better if it kills her. 

-Gardening to help with sadness, touching dirt always helps. She’ll spend hours with you in the garden, helping you create like beauty with your hands. 

-Chase the goddamn cockatoo with a broom to make you smile. 

-Enlist’s Maz and Maz’s soup as well. 

-Helps you find secret passageways to hide in when your anxiety is too much. 

-Too sad to leave bed? Portia will carry you and your blanket. 

-Is having none of that “oh what if you dont actually love me” business. She’s super used to Julian’s self loathing and depression that shes moved on to slightly tougher love. 

-She loves you and shes going to keep telling you that and shes not going anywhere. 

-She gets soft when you cry though and will cling to you for dear life and not move for hours. 

-”How dare you talk about the person i love like that” - Portia, to you, when you talk about reasons you hate yourself. 

-Cries with you though. 

-Doesn’t like when she has to go to work when you’re in a bad mental space so shes asks nadia for you to have just a nice room in the palace reserved for you that you can lay in so she can come check on you during the day. 

-Shes great for bad anxiety days because she has no problem doing social interactions for you. The thought of going to buy some herbs brings you to tears? No problem, she has no idea what herbs shes buying but shes Gonna Do It. 

-The strength of Portias hugs is liable to just squeeze the depression right out of you along with also your internal organs probably. 

Lucio-

-”How can you be depressed?? You’re dating ME, the COUNT! ……….Can I help?”

-He definitely tries to use his sex appeal to lighten your mood, it probably works sometimes (or at least gets a laugh out). 

-Gets extremely startled when you cry but holds you tight against him. 

-Cancels meetings, cancels plants, cancels the entirety of the Vesuvia if he has to in order to stay in bed with you when youre having a bad depression day. 

-You can cry into M&M’s fur as long as you’re not wearing any makeup :P

-Gets worried and hides the pointy tips for his gauntlet. 

-Absolutely having none of the “nobody really cares and its just an act” hes the COUNT! He could have anyone anytime he wanted! You were the first warmth and compassion he felt in years! The first person to really actually love him for /him/! he gets way more emotional than he plans to but he feels very strongly about this

- 4 hour powerpoint presentation on all the reasons hes into you

-Tries really hard to find material things that will help your mood. Gold? Silk? Furs? Sweets? Watching fistfights? Anything?

- He knows what its like to really disappear and hes not about to let that happen to you. 

-He’ll never admit it to anyone but you but hes clinging to you with everything he has and he will work tirelessly to help support you. 

-”Will petting my hair help you relax”

-Ropes Julian, Nadia,and Asra into things to help you, but they dont mind because its You theyre helping really. 

-Anxiety? “Oh don’t worry, I’ll make /sure/ all eyes are on me” it maybe doesnt help exactly as intended but watching him be ridiculous eases the tension a little. 

-Deep deep down he knows in his soul Deep Sadness and it makes him surprisingly good at supporting you. 

i hope this was what you wanted!!!! 

[chuplayswithfire]

By request, this is my bullet point summary of the kingdom hearts series. This hits all of the most major plot points and should prepare the uninitiated to at least understand the things being talked about on their dash

Some things to know:

I'm making this on mobile so I can't cut for length

I do not go into detail on everything, this is, again, to hit those major plot points and get you caught up on the gist

It is 49 points long

1) once there was an age of fairy tales where tons of people collected light to fight darkness. They eventually began to battle each other, had a war, destroyed the world.

2) the world came back

3) way later there was a fuckboy named xehanort who found out about the keyblade war and a power (kingdom hearts) that could theoretically make him god and he wanted it

4) so he became a keyblade master and eventually decided he was too old and would die before he reached his goal and decided to make a new vessel

5) the kid he picked for it (ventus) wasn't strong enough so he decided to experiment on him to try and make a superweapon. When he thought he failed, he ditched half of it on his ex-friend (eraqus) and met his two kids (terra and aqua) and decided his ex-friend's son-kid (terra) would be a good vessel

6) years later he tries to obtain that power. He fails but does obtain that son-kid's (terra)'s body. his weapon-kid (ventus) is in a coma and the sister (aqua) is in darkness and he lost his memory

7) luckily he's taken in by someone on his side (braig/xigbar). They start experiments, create the heartless, and he regains his memory in time to split himself into two: a heartless to command the darkness (ansem sod) and a nobody (xemnas) to prepare the rest of his plans

8) ten years later Sora Kairi and Riku are building a raft to leave their world when it's destroyed. They are split up. Sora gets the keyblade

9) Sora meets Donald and Goofy and goes on many adventures trying to find his friends

10) Sora finds his friends but Riku is giving into darkness and possessed by ansem and Kairi's in a coma bc her heart is in Sora. Sora frees her, becomes a heartless, she saves him, he fights ansem-who-is-xehanorts-heartless, and Riku and King Mickey help him seal that major baddie away

11) the islands come back, Kairi goes home, Sora goes looking for Riku and Mickey with Donald and Goofy

This is KHUX/KHChi, Birth By Sleep, and KH1

12) when Sora freed Kairi, he created a nobody because he became a heartless. His nobody Roxas is made part of Organization 13, which is lead by Xehanort's nobody, and seeks to destroy heartless to collect the hearts to make the superpower Xehanort wants.

13) Roxas has a friend named Xion who realizes she is a weapon created to steal Sora's power and memories to prevent him from waking up. Xion grapples with her own morality and mortality and decides that fucking over Xemnas and saving the world is more important than just burying her head in the sand in hopes of having good times with her friends and sacrifices herself.

14) in between 12&13 is Chain of Memories, where in which Sora first encounters org 13 as a bunch of weirdos in a castle who give him a riddle and imply Riku is there. They are under Marluxia's command and want to make Sora their puppet weapon with the help of Namine.

15) Namine is Kairi's Nobody who was created when Sora unleashed Kairi's heart. she has power over memories, but only Sora's, probably because she was created from his body and Kairi's heart. Marluxia and the org are threatening her to change Sora's memory. She replaces his memories of Kairi with memories of her to convince him to go further into they trap.

16) Namine feels bad about this bc she is a good person in an abusive situation. She eventually rebels and helps Sora because of this

17) Axel, a nobody who is also there, has turned on Marluxia and co bc he is actually there to kill the traitors, because Marluxia wants to use Sora to rule the Organization. He lets Namine escape to fulfill that goal

18) one of the reasons namine feels so bad is because of Repliku, a replica of Riku who is like Xion except he thinks that he's the real Riku and doesn't have any bonds outside of the fake memories. Namine has to break his heart to stop him from killing Sora.

19) Sora beats Marluxia and Namine puts him, Donald, and Goofy to sleep so she can fix his memory. Because of how she messed up his memory, this will make him forget her and everything that happened. Sora promises to see Namine again and be friends with her for real.

20) it turns out Riku really was here the whole time. He fights Nobodies too, including Lexaeus and Zexion. He beats Zexion and the power of Ansem, from his possession, kills Lexaeus. He tries to control his own darkness and finds Sora, and promises to protect him while he sleeps.

21) Axel uses Repliku to kill Zexion and gets on back to the org. He's BFFs with Xion and Roxas and realizes he was kind of a dick by being friends with them.

22) he friend breaks up with Saix, bc they've changed and he doesn't recognize Isa in Saix. Axel killed Vexen and Zexion bc he and Saix were scheming together to take down Xemnas and get their hearts back.

23) SAIX IS NOT JEALOUS OF ROXAS, THAT IS A FANDOM MISINTERPRETATION. he has a line about fake friends or real friends and this is not Saix vs Roxas, but him trying to tell Axel that Xion is a Replica and not a reason person. Note: Xion is a real person, Saix is misinformed and being a dick

24) Roxas leaves after Xion dies and gets captured by Riku who dumps him in a data world made by DiZ so he can start integrating back with Sora

25) DiZ is the origibal ansem who was yeeted into darkness by Xehanort when he stole his name, and bc of that he hates Nobodies and wants to destroy the organization

26) axel finds roxas but Roxas ultimately does go back to Sora (looks like my summer vacation is over) exactly one year after he was created. Sora wakes up with Donald and Goofy

27) Sora learns about the Nobodies and that the worlds are in danger again and goes to help the worlds and look for Riku and King Mickey. He kills Xaldin and Demyx while in Disney Worlds.

28) Axel kidnaps Kairi as part of an effort to try and get Roxas back from Sora but loses her to Saix

29) Sora learns Kairi is kidnapped and is big mad

30) axel realizes he was a dick, tries to rescue Kairi, is mostly-murdered by Saix in the effort, and dies to protect Sora.

31) Sora kills Saix and Luxord and Xigbar, is reunited with Kairi and Riku

32) DiZ yeets himself back into the land of darkness destroying the fake kingdom hearts created from all the gathered hearts, roxas and Namine return to Sora and Kairi for good, and then Sora and Riku kill Ansem and go home

This is Chain of Memories - 358/2 Days - KH2

33) Sora and Kairi and Riku enjoy a brief break while Donald Mickey and Goofy recap things. They realize Jiminy's journal was erased when Sora had his memory wiped by Namine and discover a strange message: their hurting will be mended you return to end it

34) they create a data Sora and go through all the worlds from kh1 and then com to try and get to the bottom of the journal, which has corrupted data. this game is brushed off as filler but is critical bc it establishes that fake beings like say, data copies, can in fact develop hearts and therefore Xion is real and has a heart fuck off gamer Bros

35) also Pete and Maleficent are there bc the games continually remind us they exist

36) it turns out the message was written by Namine, who made a data Namine to let Sora know about all the memories of other people connected to him. Mickey and Data Sora learn that Roxas, Xion, Axel, Terra (Xehanort's first vessel), Aqua (bbs girl and true keyblade master), Ventus (1/2 of that failed superweapon) and Namine all need to be helped and have the pain in their heart mended.

37) Ventus is in Sora's heart because when he almost died, Sora as a newborn baby connected his heart with Ventus. current theory I have is that Sora was born exactly as Ventus was dying and this weird connection allowed this to happen.

38) Mickey writes to Sora and Riku that they should take the Mark of Mastery exam to become true keyblade Masters and gain new power

39) Sora is confident about his coolness bc he saved the universe twice but Riku feels bad about giving into darkness and so they both take the test

40) the test is hijacked by Xehanort who reveals he's back and also that he's used time travel to bring back every version of himself. They want to use Sora to make a 13th version and start a new keyblade war to get Kingdom Hearts

42) they revealed that nobodies can regrow hearts and xemnas made up that no emotions forever shit because he wanted to rule his cult and make them all into vessels as a plan b

43) Riku stops them by saving Sora, with the help of King Mickey, and Lea, Axel's complete form

44) it turns out that when a Nobody and their Heartless die they become whole again. Lea wants a keyblade to rescue his friends including Isa, Saix's somebody who is norted

45) Xehanort says they will fight soon, when his 13 darknesses (aka possessed bodies) fight the 7 lights, and this clash will create the superweapon the X-blade which will let him open kingdom hearts, recreate the universe, and become god

46) Riku passes the exam and becomes a master. Sora fails but isn't too broken up about it. Yen Sid sends Riku to get Kairi and begins to train her and Lea as Keybearers to be Lights

47) Sora takes off to Olympus with Donald and Goofy to train with Hercules and recover the strength he lost when he was nearly possessed by Xehanort

48) meanwhile while all of this happened, back in point 10, we have a short game about Aqua who has been trapped for 10 years. It's depression the game and intersects with the plot bc she helps Mickey find the thing he needs to seal the darkness. She's separated from him and Riku which is why she can't get out to the darkness when they do in CoM

49) we are caught up to kh3

This is Really:Coded, Dream Drop Distance, and 0.2 Birth by Sleep

Misc. Details:

Kairi, Xion, and Namine look alike because Namine is Kairi's Nobody and Xion is based on Sora's memories of Kairi. Their main difference is hair color and style: Kairi has red hair, Namine has long blond hair, Xion has short black hair

Ventus and Roxas look identical. This is basically because baby Sora allowed Ventus to take shelter in his heart, so Roxas ended up looking like Ventus despite being connected to Sora

Vanitas looks like Sora but with black hair and gold eyes because Vanitas is the other half of Ventus, and thus connected to Sora's heart

There is a young version of Xehanort because of time travel. Don't stress about the time travel, just accept it

Pretty much all the main characters who aren't from a Disney property, a villain, or Axel/Lea (redhead, green eyes, fire powers), Aqua (blue hair, blue eyes, keybearer), or Terra (brown hair, blue eyes, keybearer) are underage.

[rxcusant]

im thinkin about how soranort got saved during the war and while i dont have anything solid i have....ccccConcepts...? I guess? Nothing makes sense but

obvious kh3 spoilers inbound

the first thing i was worried about and wanted to square away was ventus. Hes a guardian of light and i dont know who they would recruit without him so. At the moment im thinking Riku and Mickey go to rescue aqua -> hooray shes rescued -> go to wake ven -> ven...leaves...soras heart. Listen i told u i was messy on the details i KNOW in kh3 sora used the power of waking to free him so [gestures vaguely] maybe he did that here. soras a sweet kid he probably said WELL YOU GOTTA GO HOME TO YOUR FRIENDS THANK YOU FOR KEEPING ME SAFE i dont know Point is ven’s awake and without him safe guarding soras light the fragment finally consumes sora. He really doesnt change all that much tho but i’ll have to think about actual norted sora another day. This all probably happens like 2 days before the war btw so sora held on for a REALLY long time. i guess. Everythings Still A Concept!

but then the war happens and things get even more concept-y. I’ve been imagining it playing out like terranort and xionort a bit?? And kinda like that comic i drew out yesterday shameless plug ohoho in any case Sora probably punches his friends around until he’s told to finish them off and thats when he hesitates and everything inside him is screaming “no theyre my friends!!!” but the fragment is screaming SUBMIT BITCH  and then xemnas kicks him like the bastard man he is and riku and kairi are like HEY NO DONT and one of them goes to punch xemnas while the other rushes to sora (LIKE COMMENT AND SUBSCRIBE FOR KAIRI TO PUNCH XEMNAS) i dunno who yet but point is they yeet xemnas away and he disappears like in the game and kairi and riku are left with a probably KO’d sora? probably?? i dont?know???? Concepts! [sparkles]

from here i imagine riku probably suggests diving into soras heart and destroying the fragment there maybe i dunno and kairi’s like :/// YOURE NOT LEAVING ME BEHIND FOR THIS and rikus like PLS I WAS GONNA ASK YOU TO COME ALONG ANYWAY can two people dive into a heart??? fuck if i know but unlike kh3 im loving sorikai then it probably plays out like the end of KH3D where youre diving to soras station collecting pieces of him and avoiding the anti soras. They get to the bottom at his station of awakening, which is probably broken and cracked and veryvery dark and instead of nightmare ven’s armor riku and kairi find a PROBABLY P OP VANI REMNANT AND BEAT HIS ASS and once they do you see him break down into this like.... tiny little orb with his symbol over it and then that fades away somewhere. He’s not dead, Not In MY Canon, just basically going back to being dormant without any power. 

riku and kairi then probably do Something Sorta Like Sora & Riku’s Reality Shift?? With a kickass special keyblade and they do like sora in kh3 for ventus where they shoot some light at the station and everything gets restored. Sora’s station goes back to normal and then they go back to the graveyard and sora wakes up like uuuuuuuuuuh guys my head hurts and they sob and hug and i sob because i love sorikai so much and sora never lets them go ever again

and this is completely stupid and unnecessary but i love dumbass parallels but after their emotional reunion sora stands up like ALRIGHT LETS GO PUNCH XEHANORT and rikus like Sora You Gonna Take That Off?? and pints to sora still wearing the organization uniform. and sora goes Oh. and UNDERNEATH WAS HIS KH3 DESIGN HA CHA CHA this is literally so stupid and Not Canon To My AU but i already think that scene in kh2 is the funniest fucking thing 

anyway thats my ted talk everything is messy and nothings 100% and its all subject to change at Any moment but thats what im thinking right now Remember to like comment and subscribe for more soranort content