#as in he greatly disliked them but over time warmed up to them

[oorangesoda]

It’s funny to me (and me only) that Cal generally can find a way to like most people, but there are definitely a few in the valley he just, CANNOT stand. As in avidly avoids them like the plague. Only interacts with if he absolutely HAS too.

[alexa-fika]

Would you be up for writing an oneshot with abandoned baby Dokucha being found by the Cross Guild? Croco and Buggy would probably not care too much at the beginning but quickly warm up to them. Mihawk is the doting and responsible daddy. Croco would love to have the little one on his lap when “disciplining” people, especially Buggy, like “how should daddy Buggy be punished today for screwing up again?” before releasing the Bananawanis. Would totally give them a baby Bananawani, who greatly dislikes Buggy. Dokucha would copy Mihawks behaviour and way of being, Mihawk is sitting on the table having breakfast and reading the newspaper, so will they. Buggy is the one funny daddy and who gets them in trouble and doesn’t think much if it’s safe for Dokucha, like taking them to a heist or so. Imagine how darn cute this would be and the three taking care of them!! 😭🥰

Baby’s Judgement ( Crocodile x gn!child!reader! X Mihawk)

A/N Here we go!!! I always day that :/ always be saying im back but then I disappear for two weeks only to repeat🫣 Listen! Time just escaped me din’t even noticed it had been that long, plan was to do in the plane but I just kind a spent the hours staring into nothingness instead. Anyhow, not sure how to feel about this one so let me know what you think. But also do note that this Dokucha got raised by these mean since they were a baby so as such they share the same morally questionable morals the men have.

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc character readers

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics and @/drinkthesky

“Croki, where we goin’?” The small toddler wondered as they tried to keep up with the man’s long strides.

“I have something to show you,” he huffed out, pausing slightly so the child could catch up to him. 

“in the arium?”

“Aquarium,” he scoffed out.

“Arium?”

He let out a sigh, picking them up a 

“K,” he sounded, looking at the child.

“K!” 

“Kwe” 

“Kwe,” they parroted

“Aquarium” he finished.

“Arium!” They stated, seemingly proud of their ‘accomplishment.’ 

“You’re hopeless.”

“‘M’ not!”

“Perhaps I should just feed you to the bananawani,” Crocodile mused, a smirk growing on his face as he did

“No!” They cried, hugging his neck tight

“Yes, I’m sure they would enjoy eating a brat for dinner.” 

“Wah!! You’re mean!”

“Kuahaha! That’s how the world works, kid,” he laughed, making his way into the underground layer he had built to keep the giant beasts and any unfortunate soul that he and his associate decided to ‘spare’ from a swift death.

“Relax, those bastards wouldn’t do anything to you even if I told them to; they like you,” he called out once his chuckles had died down as he made his way into the shallow area of the aquarium, eventually giving rise to a section littered with sand and illuminated by a skylight place above the area.

The place allowed the huge reptiles to laze around on dry land if they so wanted to, the sand warmed by the sun above a welcome feeling to the crocodiles.

For the following months, however, this place was far from just a place for them to have their daily dose of vitamin D. Instead, it became a highly coveted place, one that the workers were not able to bypass for their usual duties as the bananawani became incredibly devoted to the care of their very own treasure that they were zealous to, thus the small layer although normally occupied by a few of Crocodile’s most trusted subordinates now lay close to empty.

However, the beasts were willing to make a few exceptions to their no-trespassing rule. The first one was the man himself, not only because Crocodile was the one who offered the crocs all the care they needed but also because the man had a new addition to himself as of late.

“Babies!” Dokucha exclaimed happily, running towards said hatchlings with glee.

It turns out that due to Crocodile establishing his dominance over the reptiles from the beginning, they had not only considered the man an extension of themselves but a superior of sorts. As such, the bananawani never reacted aggressively to his presence, this and the fact that Dokucha now lingered next to him, after all, he was in the same position as them: taking care of a young one.

“Croki, look! They have babies!”

“I know, it’s their mating season,” he mumbled as he placed one of his usual cigars in his mouth, looking as the child prattled on to one of the hatchling’s parents about the babies that littered the area.

“Croki” they called, gaining the attention of the man from the lighter on his hand back to the child as they let out a grunt in response, his eyes not leaving the task of igniting the cigar. 

“Look!”

Satisfied with the spark leaving the cigar and it’s signature cloud of smoke following, he moved his full attention to the toddler, watching as they hauled up a hatchling.

“They didn’t have a mommy or daddy.”

Crocodile let out a hum at their words.

“That one’s parents died a while ago, a sea beast if I remember right”

“Died?”

“Yes.”

“Who will take care of it?” they frowned, hugging them close, letting out tiny giggles as the Crocodile began giving them small nips.

“Just take it with you; I don’t really care,” he dismissed as he turned around, heading to the large table that decorated the center of the room.

Dokucha grinned looking down at the reptile in his hands with a grin.

“I take care of Baby!” they yelled, spinning the wani around with joy, skidding to a stop at the sound of muffled cries.

“Oi, Brat, come here” he called.

“I’m comin!” they cheered, running towards him with the Bananawani held snuggly in their arms as they climbed into the ex-warlords lap.

“You see that man?” he questioned as he gestured to one of the nearby cells.

“Man?” they mimicked, looking up towards the cell, spotting the source of the cries they had heard coming from a man in one of the otherwise empty cells, his cries muffled by a cloth tied around his head.

“Yes, see, the guy thought it would be a good idea to try and sell us out to the Marines,” he mumbled, a dark smirk growing on his face as he whispered the words to the child, ensuring that his voice remained loud enough for the terrified man to hear.

“What should I do with him?”

“Do with him?”

“Yes, should I feed him to the bananaWanis?” he suggested, his smirk widening at the rise in cries coming from the cells at the suggestion.

“No!” they protested with a pout looking up at Crocodile, much to the relief of the defected pirate.

“That would give the Wani’s a tummy ache!”

“Is that so? What should I do then?”

Dokucha shrugged, playing with the baby bananawani on their lap with a smile.

“Sand?”

The man’s relief previous relief at the thought of being spared dissipated into terror at the pirate’s following words

“Ah, that’s right. You said you wanted more sand for your sandbox, right?’”

“Mmhm”

“Well then, looks like your fates decided,” Crocodile cackled as he activated his devil-fruit

“Kai!”

“There you are; I was looking for you, “Mihawk called, watching them run into the room he sat on, gingerly placing the wine on a nearby table to accept the child jumping towards him.

“What were you doing?” he questioned, positioning them in this lap so he could balance both them and his glass of wine.

“Croki was turning a mean man into sand!” they piped up, raising what looked to be a small sippy cup in excitement.

“Ah. so he finally got rid of that pest,” he stated

“Yeah, and look!” they yelled, pulling out a small satchel from their side and grinning as the bananwani promptly jumped out as soon as they opened the satchel, letting out small chirps as they climbed into their lap.

“I have a baby!”

“Please do tell me why that is a good idea,” Mihawk called, looking over the child’s shoulders.

“I see no harm in them taking care of it; he can watch out for the brat, they can be nasty things even as hatchlings” Crocodile’s voice rings out as he enters the room, taking his place next to MIhawk.

“Besides, they seem to hate the clown as well, and he has been getting too comfortable around the brat lately,” he grunted.

The swordsman lets out a thoughtful hum at the word, seemingly mulling over the idea the devil user had given.

“I doubt a hatchling will be enough to stop that fool from trying to take them away; some lessons just need to be taught personally,” he called, taking a sip from his drink. He raised an eyebrow as the child next to them seemed to imitate his hand’s placement with their own cup.

He gave a small roll of his eyes as he put the wine down as he stood up, picking up the child who was quick to drop his cup in favor of grabbing the bananawani as they were lifted.

“Regardless, it is time for the child to go to bed, so I bid you farewell, for now; I trust I can leave the clown to you?” Mihawk called, looking at Crocodile

“I will,” he easily answered as he let a wisp of smoke escape him.

“If you want to join, you should hurry; I’m not sure he will be conscious if you take too long.”

“Very well,” he called as he walked away.

“But Kai! I’m not tired!” They whined, trying to get out of the man’s grasp

“Enough,” He sternly admonished

I don’t even know how to label the fic as cause it can’t be cross guild cause buggy is only mentioned but im not sure it really is equally crocodile and Mihawk, I think it’s more Crocodile centered 🤷🏽‍♀️ Also in case theres any confusion the Kai nickname comes from hawkeye, a two year old would hardly pronounce that so its the last vowels that sound the HawKEYE = Kai :D aint that cute?

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[evolnoomym]

Make Daddy Proud 🦂

Stepdad!Joel Miller x f!reader

Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

Summary: You don’t necessarily like your Mothers new beefy Husband, he tries and tries. To no avail, you just won’t warm up to him. When his patience reaches an end things finally get interesting.

Rating: 18+ mature content mdni!!!!

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: no use of y/n, female reader, Moon is not a name necessarily but more a nickname, age-gap, ages are unspecified, cheating, infidelity, alcohol consumption, smoking, reader is mean, dubcon, Daddy Kink, reader has a pussy, sex toy, wet humping (?) 😅, cum, squirting, Sunny appearance, reader kinda shames Joel,

If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻

Authors note: this is for @beefrobeefcal ‘s Married Joel Sits On You Challenge. I hope you enjoy Beef, I love you 🦂🤎😏😏😏

Shoutout to @cafekitsune & @saradika-graphics for the dividers 🤎

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. I’m totally here for constructive criticism or feedback on how to improve. I appreciate reblogs, comments and likes greatly 🫶🏻

Your Mother started dating Joel when you were 17, within a year they decided that the two of you would be moving into Joel’s house. Their relationship had an astonishing pace, it made you sick, you should’ve felt happy for her but you couldn’t bring yourself to get used to the idea of having a stepdad again.

Admittedly he was much nicer than the previous one. Joel was really trying to make it easier on you, but he realized quickly that you were not gonna just eat out of his hand like your mother did.

One time over dinner he decided to jokingly offer that you could call him Dad and you were not amused at all.

“You know Moon ya don’t have to call me Joel, could just call me Dad, huh? How bout that.” He gave you a happy and warm smile. He looked genuinely excited.

“No fucking way, Joel, thank you but you are not my Dad and you’ll never be. You are just you.” The response came out in a harsh and cold way, to clearly let him know that you weren’t up for it.

The rest of the dinner was filled by an uncomfortable silence and Joel never tried asking you again.

A couple months later, he caught you smoking out on the patio. He had planned to drink one of his beers in secret. He kept them hidden in his wood carving room, since your mother disapproved of the bitter sparkly liquid.

As soon as he slid the door open he got hit by the smell of burning tobacco. You were leaning on the railing, staring up at the sky, taking slow drags of the glimmering cigarette, clouds of smoke surrounded you and Joel couldn’t help himself from taking in your bend over form. The curve of your ass, your thighs and all the way down to your bare feet. Joel would never admit it but your distanced act pulled him in more and more.

You knew he was right behind you, staring, you could feel his eyes tracing you up and down. Perhaps you arched your back a little more than necessary to show off for him. Give him a show. Have something you could hold above his head if need be.

After he’d gotten closer he stopped right next to you and started quietly sipping his beer. At some point he held out his beer towards you and in exchange you offered him a cigarette. You both knew that this would be your shared little secret, with many more to come, big secrets.

Joel thought he made some progress that night, but you continued to treat him just like before.

Then the day came where Joel decided to get down on one knee and asked your mother to marry him, right in front of you.

You didn’t think it would be possible to dislike him even more. Why would he want to marry your mother? Why did he have to weasel his way into your life? Why did he have to look so good? Why was all of this happening?

The wedding was quickly planned, nothing too fancy, just the closest people invited, which sadly included you too.

On all the wedding-photos that were taken you looked disgusted and appalled by the reality of your situation. Your mother tried to reprimand you for pulling all these faces but you were not gonna pretend to enjoy any bit of the show they put on.

Joel obviously recognized some changes in your behavior after the wedding, but instead of getting better, it got worse. You didn’t even try to hide your disdain anymore. Purposely bumping into him, ignoring when he spoke to you and if looks could’ve kill he’d be dead long ago.

But there’s something else in the way you glared at him, a glimmer of something undetectable and it scared him to not know what went through your head. You could’ve been plotting his downfall and unlike the rest of the family, Joel didn’t wanna make the mistake of underestimating you.

Marriage had been good to Joel. His mental health and financial stability had improved, and he seemed over all like a happier person. The only drawback seemed to be the effect it had on his waistline. Something you took advantage of, resorting to a childish approach of shaming his beefy form. Calling him out for his large portions, laughing loudly when you could hear him from the master bedroom complaining about his clothes not fitting properly anymore. He could feel your eyes tracking his every move, he felt like prey being watched before getting attacked, all of it happening in his own home.

Joel decided he wanted to make one last attempt to persuade you to accept his presence at least somewhat. You didn’t have to be his Bestfriend, but at least get along with him.

He had organized a spa weekend get away for your mother, so the two of you could spend some uninterrupted bonding time together. Maybe without your Mother you’d feel more comfortable opening up to him.

As usual you started the day by scowling at every move he made, even when you sat on the passenger side of Joel’s car while he drove you to the local aquarium you stared holes into the side of his head.

Even though you were afraid of deep waters he learned quickly that you loved sharks and have always wanted to go to an aquarium. Your mother however never really cared much for that wish, so Joel thought this is how he’d get you on his side.

Instead of having a pleasant conversation with you, he was punished with icy silence. He pathetically trailed behind you in the 2 hours it took to see everything the aquarium had to offer. You didn’t even thank him afterwards but he tried to chalk it up to you maybe having a bad night.

Joel hoped that perhaps him taking you to Kiki’s Nail’s, a very highly respected nail salon, would make you happy but more than a little smile was not in it.

Kiki generously offered that he could sit next to you, to watch what she does on your nails, but you quickly declined.

She also mistook you for his wife, which had you cackling loudly, purposefully embarrassing Joel and implying that he could never land a woman like you.

He got more and more upset, especially seeing you interact so excitedly and animatedly with Kiki. He didn’t understand what he had to do so he could get the same enthusiasm for himself. It pissed him off quite frankly.

When you stood next to him at the cash register you didn’t even blink an eye at 140$ your manicure cost Joel. You even went as far as to laugh at him for getting choked up by the amount of money he had to spend.

At least you seemed to really love the design Kiki did. A little victory he counted for himself.

When you got home, he told you to settle on the couch and relax, all while he was in the kitchen preparing his famous Miller tacos. Your mother told him behind your back that you liked them very much, but of course you’d never admit it to his face.

Even though Joel knew you probably just acted as if you didn’t enjoy them, the lackluster response soured his mood further. It hit rock bottom when you left him to deal with the dishes and ignored the fact he bought your favorite movie to watch with you.

After he had gotten done with cleaning up, he decided to indulge on some of his hidden whiskey. He pours himself a glass and sits down on the couch. Joel feels beyond frustrated by everything that went wrong today.

He spends 30 mins just slowly sipping on his whiskey, all while trying to figure out what to do next. The alcohol in his system makes the ever present Texas heat appear much stronger, so without thinking he pulls his sleeping shirt over his head.

Now only clad in his cotton pajama shorts and with alcohol cursing through his system, Joel impulsively decides he might have to take the route of having a serious talk with you about the ever pending attitude.

Joel stomps up the stairs, thinking you would hear it which makes him not even bother to knock, no, he practically throws himself against the door.

He should’ve expected to be greeted by immediate screaming.

“Joel what the hell?? Get the fuck out of my room!!”

“Noooo…no you shut up lil missy, ‘ve had enough of ya pissy attitude.”

“Get out,” And when he doesn’t react you continue “Are you deaf, old man, do I need to spell it out?? Fuck off.”

If Joel would’ve been less drunk he might have caught the panicked and out of breath way in which you spoke.

He starts shaking his head as he approaches your bedside.

“You know I’ve had enough of you, I tried all damn day to make ya happy. Ya didn’t show me an ounce of respect,” he comes to a stop beside your bed “ what is your goddamn problem, huh?”

You could say something to de-escalate the situation but that would be so unlike you.

“Fuck you, Joel.”

In Joel’s head a switch flips, within a split second he swings his leg over you and as he sits down on your hips the healthy swell of his tummy rubs up against you.

A shiver runs up your spine and you let out a sigh.

“W..wha- what are you doing Joel?”

He looks feral, like an animal ready to pounce on you any moment.

“Teaching ya a much needed lesson, sweet girl.”

His big warm, calloused hands engulf your wrists and pin them to the mattress beside your head.

Out of the corner of his eyes Joel sees something purple, he looks towards your nightstand and there it is. A purple silicone cock shaped vibrator, it looks glossy, covered in slick.

You can see the wheels turning in his head and when he seems to have come to some sorta conclusion his features light up.

His head turns back to you.

“Oh babygirl, ya naughty lil thing. You’ve been playin’ with yourself? Been in a bad mood all day long cuz that needy little pussy needed some attention,huh?”

Instead of answering your eyes wander down his bare chest.

“Where’s your shirt Joel?”

“Ya got a problem, baby?”

Your cheeks are heating up and you start nibbling on your lower lip while still staring.

“Ya like what you see sweet girl?”

He lets go of one wrist and tilts your chin up with two fingers.

You nod.

“Nah, use your voice babygirl. Come on ya know what I want to hear.”

“Yes Daddy.”

He grunts deeply.

“Atta Girl.”

Now both his hands slip beneath your lower back and he sits up while pulling you with him.

You go from being pinned beneath him, to sitting on top of his lower gut.

Your hands are splayed on his chest, probing yourself up.

His hands go to your hips, instantly squeezing and kneading.

“Oh baby, she’s leaking, dripping all over me. That lil pussy is so sloppy.”

With that his hands momentarily slip lower to pull his shorts down, at least so much that his cock can be freed. One of his hands goes back to your hips, while the other comes up to your mouth.

“Spit.”

And you do. Letting a decent amount drop into the palm of his hand and then it disappears behind you. At the squelching noises you're able to detach that he is touching himself.

“Start rubbing that cunt on me. Make yourself come. Use me sweetheart.”

He instructs, while setting a rhythm with the hand on your hip.

The slick noises that his hand wrapped around his length produce combined with your wet pussy fill your bedroom.

“Yes baby, ya doin’ so good for me. Finally being a good girl.”

You feel his thumb soothingly circling your hipbone.

“I was already close, I’m gonna come soon, Daddy.” You sound deliciously whiny.

Music to Joel’s ears.

It takes not much longer to make Joel catch up with you. You can tell he’s getting close by the way his hands grips your hip tightly, he will most likely leave marks.

“Baby you gotta lift up for me. Quick!”

You swiftly lift yourself up and watch in awe how he paints his tummy with white creamy ropes of cum.

“Good god, baby,” he writhes beneath you, “settle back down darlin’.”

When you lower yourself back down onto him you moan at the incredible sensation of his spend being spread up and down his hairy belly by your lips. It stimulates your engorged clit perfectly.

You are whimpering furiously.

“Da..Da- Daddy, so..so good. I’m gonna come, it feels so different, ughh.”

“Yes baby, be a good girl an’ come on me. Come on Daddy’s tummy.”

It takes only a couple more seconds before you fall over the edge with a high pitched scream, you feel yourself leaking more than ever before, hips stuttering in his iron grip.

You flop forward into Joel’s neck, burying yourself there and inhaling his comforting scent.

“Sweet girl ya made Daddy very happy, didn’t know ya could squirt, my princess is full of surprises, ain’t she?”

His cheek leans against yours to get your attention but to no avail, all energy was spend.

The soft snoring is all indication Joel needed.

He gently turned you on your back, got up, retrieved a washcloth and carefully cleaned you up. The last thing he does is tuck you in and leave a kiss on your forehead.

Hours later you are laying on your stomach in bed while holding the phone up to your ear.

“Sunny you won’t fucking believe what happened yesterday.”

Sunny’s manic giggling tells you she already has a pretty good idea of what could’ve happened.

Please don’t repost, copy, translate, or feed into any AI, thank you 🙏🏻

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[haitherecaringmonke]

NRC staffs meeting Lucille’s Pokemons

Dire Crowley - Klefki

“Miss Beaumont please tell your monster to give me back my keys !”

Moves: Astonish, Play Rough, Fairy Lock, Flash Cannon.

It can be said that Klefki is one of the strangest monsters that Crowley has ever encountered in his entire life.

While he expected monsters looking like animals, he never expected one to look like a key-chain.

Klefki, like many Fairy types, is rather mischievous. And like many of Lucille’s Pokemons, he greatly dislikes Crowley for all the bs the man had put his trainer through.

Since Crowley decks himself in keys, Klefki felt obligated to steal from him. And just pike any other Klefkis, this one will not let go of the keys he had stolen from the Headmaster.

One time while Lucile was out cold after a long day of doing Crowley’s tasks, Klefki stole one of her enclosure keys and unlocked the gate to a certain padlock.

Crowley’s screams can be heard all the way from RSA as he was being chased by Kleki, who is leading Tyrantrum right to the masked man.

Divus Crewel - Eevee

“What an adorable little pup, and to think you can become one in eight different forms when you grow up!”

Moves: Tackle, Swift, Baby-doll Eyes, Quick Attack

It’s no surprise that Crewel is a fashion icon with the most fabulous outfits, but at the end of the day, the man is still a designer, and a lot of times designers have art block.

This is not good for Crewel, so he went outside to get some fresh air, maybe drop by Ramshackle to see if he can came up with any ideas by seeing the Pokemons.

While the man is scrolling through Lucille’s PokeDex, Eevee came over to him and curiously sniffed his pant leg.

Crewel was quite curious of this little fox dog thingie, he had to admit that it was quite adorable. He was well behaved and let the older man pet him as he pleases.

It wasn’t until Lucille told him how Eevee can have 8 different evolutions did Crewel’s interest piqued.

Upon seeing the eight different Eeveelutions, his mind exploded with inspirations. He thanked Lucille, took her PokeDex and Eevee with him and left.

About a week later, Crewel (begrudgingly) returned a very pampered Eevee to Lucille. She did received some new outfits inspired by the Eeveelutions as well as outfits inspired by the Pokemons on her Main Team as compensation though.

Mozus Trein - Meowscarada (Puss)

“You know, you might be my favorite monster out of the bunch”

Moves: Flower Trick, Energy Ball, Fake Out, Dark Pulse

The first time Trein met Puss is when he wandered into the lecture hall on accident. The professor was about to leave when Lucius spotted the humanoid feline creature lurking behind the door.

Lucius, being somewhat territorial, attacked the poor Magician Pokemon, who could only dodge out of fear. Trein had to step in and intercept.

Despite the scuffle, Puss didn’t stop visiting Trein every chance he get to show off some of his magic tricks and the poor man doesn’t understand why.

It wasn’t until later on when he asked Lucille why Puss keeps visiting him, turns out Trein and Lucius reminds Puss of Lucille’s father and his old and aggressive Purrloin. Trein felt honored at the statement, as for Lucius, it might take a while for him to finally warm up to the Magician Pokemon…

Ashton Vargas - Aqua Breed Tauros (Fernando)

(There’s no gif of Aqua Breed Tauros so please have this gif of regular Tauros instead)

“Hahaha! You have raised quite a fantastic beast Beaumont!”

Moves: Horn Attack, Zen Headbutt, Raging Bull, Aqua Jet

It all started when Lucille asked Vargas if she could have some of her Pokemon out so they could let out some steam instead and the man happily agreed, claiming the more the merrier.

So Lucille let her Pokemon out, mostly the ones that are active and have lots of energy to burn, with Fernando being one of them.

Fernando, other than running with the other Pokemon, also had another mission being chase after some of the students that are slacking off when Vargas wasn’t paying attention.

It worked very well since nobody wanted to be ran over by a water bull.

Fernando received some hearty pets from Vargas while his trainer received a pat on her back (that almost toppled her over)

Sam - Runerigus

“What do you say fellow ghost? Would you like to help me out at the shop?”

Moves: Shadow Ball, Earthquake, Shadow Claw, Rock Slide

Sam first meet Runerigus when he wandered into Sam’s shop on accident because he was curious about the presences he felt coming from the shop.

Had it not been for his friends on the other side, Sam would have thought the Pokemon is a statue/mural of some kind and he might have accidentally sell him to someone.

Sam enjoys Runerigus’ company and vice versa. Runerigus is also very careful with navigating around Sam’s shop as to not damage anything (because Lucille can’t exactly afford to pay for the damages)

Runerigus offers Sam his help whenever the man lets him stay around his shop. As a few unfortunate students have discovered that Runerigus is very good at spotting thieves.

[pinkberrytea]

OC Deep Dive

Eeeee tysm for the tag @kalmiaphlox! 💝🫂 Doing this for my Tav/Durge Mavka, as usual!

No pressure tagging @locallegume, @bardic-inspo, @zekeen, @starryjuicebox, @bananasfosterparent, @sniickerdoodles, @judasiskariot, @honeybee-bard, @inkymoonbunny, @marlowethebard, @nyx-knox and @astarionancuntnin!

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

Mav is scared of plenty of things, but first and foremost she’s terrified of herself, of not being able to control the Urge; this also means she’s scared of going to sleep, because that’s when she’s most vulnerable to it. As for her more common fears, she’s deathly afraid of thunderstorms as they’re associated with the trauma of her foster family’s demise, and also of being forsaken by all, left alone with no friends to call her own.

Do they have any pet peeves?

Mav is typically very patient and it takes quite some effort to get a rise out of her, but the push and pull of social relations does make her rather anxious. She needs constant reaffirmation, and if someone starts suddenly acting cold towards her, it will eat her up inside and yet she won’t be able to bring herself to talk to them. Also, she greatly dislikes it when people she’s not well acquainted with touch her horns.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Mirkon’s Story, as it reminds her of the first time she ever saved anyone, the first time she ever felt like there was good in her; her Corvid Token, which she often uses to shapeshift into a white raven; and Bloodthirst, the dagger her brother gifted her and that was then stolen by her sister, her only memento of him.

What do they notice first in a person?

Their eyes, and how they perceive her—whether they mean her harm, look down upon her, or glint with warm acceptance.

On a scale from 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Either a 10 or a 9, considering everything she’s been subjected to, especially at the hands of Kressa. While for most of her adult life she was forced to be a passenger inside her own body, as soon as she was tadpoled, the Urge left her alone to fend for herself—she woke up from a nightmare into another, her consciousness regained while she was being cruelly tortured.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Neither—she freezes.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

She was adopted into a family of four—her foster mother and father, and her two foster sisters. They were all abusive towards her, but especially her father. Eventually she made her way back to her true family: her father Bhaal, and her many Bhaalspawn siblings. Out of those, she was closest to her older brother, a Dragonborn who was conceived from Bhaal’s own gore, much like herself; yet while she was the result of a pact with Mephistopheles, the Lord of Murder breathed life into him with no external aid, at the height of his power. She was created to be bred by her brother, but put off by her tender age, he took her under his wing instead. The Urge would only ever leave her at his request, so the few times she was herself during her years within the cult were all spent by his side. He had a soft spot for her, and would treat her kindly despite his own homicidal tendencies—that is, until he was killed by Orin, when the Urge took over Mav completely and she rose as head of the cult and Bhaal’s Chosen.

What animal represents them best?

A white raven.

What is a smell they dislike?

The stench of stale blood, as it would be the first thing she’d smell upon regaining consciousness after having control over her body be stolen by the Urge.

Have they broken any bones?

Yes. Kressa made sure of that.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Mousy, gloomy and quiet, obviously unaware of how pretty she is.

Are they a night owl, or morning bird?

Naturally, a morning bird—the dawn in particular is her favorite time of the day, as it is peaceful and signals a new beginning, a new chance at life. In her ending with UA, however, she is forced to become a night owl, though she doesn’t mind adapting to his lifestyle as long as he is safe and happy.

What’s a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Mav loves sweets, especially berries and milk tea, and hates slimy, gooey foods, like okra.

Do they have any hobbies?

Reading poetry and sugary sweet romance novels. She will also tell you she loves cooking and baking, but don’t believe her—for your own safety.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprise?

She would freeze at first—then would come the waterworks, crybaby that she is. After calming down, however, she’d be all smiles, and very much grateful for having such wonderful friends (the tears would likely return in waves though, sometimes completely unprompted).

Do they like to wear jewellery?

Mav’s not very fashion-conscious, but after becoming Astarion’s consort, she doesn’t mind letting him doll her up with expensive-looking earrings and bracelets, which becomes one of his favorite hobbies.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Round cursive, very neat and tidy, but also small to an almost unreadable degree.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Anxiety and melancholy.

Do they have a favourite fabric?

Anything soft and comforting, like cotton or wool.

What kind of accent do they have?

I use Voice 2 for her, so very British!

[writeforfandoms]

"i think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me" + kisses under mistletoe + Simon Riley x reader

(I combined two prompts from the same kisses list, hopefully that’s okay! Congrats on 2k followers, you absolutely deserve it 💖💖 Your writing is so goddamn fantastic and I am so delighted for you 💖💖💖💖)

Ooooh good picks!! I like these. Let's see where this goes...

Warnings: alcohol and teasing. And fluff.

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You weren't entirely sure how you got here, but you were sure it was Soap's fault. Somehow.

You huffed softly, holding your drink a little tighter. The holiday party was a long-standing tradition, but one that you usually wiggled out of with various excuses. Ghost usually got out of it too.

But not this time. This time, Price had forced you both into going. Something about spreading the holiday suffering.

Sometimes you greatly disliked your captain.

Which is how you found yourself trying to hide against a wall. Except Soap would not stop pestering you for a dance and making comments about how bonnie you looked in a dress. Thus, you were inclined to blame anything that happened on him.

"You look like you ate a live goldfish."

You jolted at the familiar voice, looking over at Ghost. He was actually dressed for the occasion, jacket stretched across broad shoulders, black face mask concealing most of his features.

"Surprised Price let you wear that." You motioned to your own face in reference.

"Knew I wouldn't show up without it." Ghost leaned near you, turning his gaze out to the crowd again.

You huffed a quiet laugh, shaking your head. "Gonna guess he threatened you with the same terms, then." You folded your arms over your chest, watching the dancers for now. You could spot Soap among them, having given up on you and found someone else to charm.

"Two hours," Ghost grunted, sounding displeased.

"Guess we'd better make the most of it." You snagged champagne from a passing waiter and offered one to him with a teasing little grin. He huffed at you but took it, the glass delicate against his fingers. You looked away first, unreasonably warmed.

The first hour was easy. Avoid small talk, cover each other's backs, glower occasionally at Price or Soap, and drink. The second hour got a little more lively.

"This way," you hissed, taking a quick surreptitious look around before you walked ahead of Simon, leading the way further back. Away from the woman who had apparently made it her goal in life to be as annoying as possible.

That, or she was attempting suicide by Simon. You were a little surprised he hadn't don't anything worse when she put her hand flat against his stomach.

(And you had ignored the burning little curl in your own stomach.)

"Where are you taking me?" But Simon only sounded amused.

"Finding you a spot away from her," you grumbled. "Does she think you're a slab of meat?"

"Yes," came the droll answer from behind you. You flapped a hand at him and rounded a corner into a quiet hallway. Much better.

"This should do," you said, looking around with satisfaction. "We're still technically at the event."

Simon huffed in amusement. A moment later, he was a solid line of heat against your back, hands at your waist. Your pulse sped up and you tipped your head to look back at him.

"Jealous?" He murmured in your ear, the crinkles around his eyes giving away his smirk.

"Of what?" You asked, mentally scrambling. Shit! "Someone who doesn't know how to take a no?"

He tugged you back, closer to him, his touch electrifying even through your clothes. "Not one to share, are you?"

"Dunno what you mean," you murmured, tugging against his hold. But he held firm, not letting you get anywhere.

"Did you know," he purred, low and teasing, in your ear, "that you frown any time someone flirts with me?"

Whoops. You hadn't even noticed. "Must be a coincidence."

"Don't think so." One hand left your waist, and a moment later you felt warm breath on the shell of your ear. You shuddered, eyes sliding closed. "Think it's more than that."

"Oh?" You managed to keep your voice even, though your body betrayed you in ways you knew he'd marked.

Simon hummed softly, the sound rumbling in his chest against your back. "Look there."

You blinked, caught off guard, and looked up. A bunch of mistletoe had been pinned up as decoration here, just above your heads. "Mistletoe?"

He huffed softly, gently turning you until you faced him. Your hands settled on his shoulders, helping you keep your balance. He carried so much on these shoulders. You never failed to admire them.

But the sight of his face was what held your attention, a rare treat. You drank in every detail greedily, from the scars to the bent nose to the circles under his eyes. Because that's what made him Simon.

"I think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me," he murmured, cheeky and amused. But not joking.

So you smiled, one hand cupping his cheek delicately. When he tipped his head into your hand, you leaned up with the same consideration and kissed him. Soft, sweet. Gentle. Not things either of you had an abundance of in your lives, but something you wanted to give him more of.

Price would forgive you for not going back to the party.

[pomplalamoose]

Hey girl could please we get some hc’s for rebel pilot reader and luke friends to lovers??👀🫶

Hiiiii dear anon! This is such a sweet ask and I'm so here for this scenario🫶🏻

also serious probs for coming up with something Luke related I didn't already talk about lol

• assuming you've been with the rebellion for longer than Luke, he'd catch your attention as soon as he arrives

• and to say you'd be intrigued, would want to know more about the newcomer, is a mild understatement

• luckily you aren't the only one feeling this way by far; stories are told and rumors spread all over the place

• about his person, his origin, his looks, etc., every single one of them more absurd than the last

• and while none of them are mean spirited in any way, they definitely serve for a more than welcome distraction from the ongoing terrors and tensions

• (quite possibly this is the reason one or two or maybe more among the rebels have a good time making up some crazy things to stir the pot)

• the first time you're able to catch a few shreds of information is during meal time and of course you can't help but join in on the wild discussions, speculating about the what if's and whether what you've heard is true or not

• while pretty unsure about what to believe you have to admit that yes, these are crazy times, so why should it be too preposperous to encounter someone straight out of a cliché hero story?

• naturally you can't wait to finally see and meet him for yourself, and so you're immensely surprised when Princess Leia's savior turns out to be just some dude your age

• even more so, when after some precise assessments, he seems to be the very opposite of what the stories suggest him to be

• like, you're really supposed to believe THIS GUY escaped The Death Star after encountering The Darth Vader?

• absolutely wild

• of course your disbelief is nothing personal, you know better than to judge a book by it's cover; your time fighting alongside different species did certainly teach you as much

• after all Skywalker is here, willing to fight for the same cause you pledged your life to

• you heard about his great piloting skills as well and surely, in time, he'll have enough chances to prove himself

• plus he does seem nice enough

• it's just- he's so...

• you don't know what you expected

• but certainly not this puppy eyed, long lashed, gangly-limbs-everywhere guy with shiny locks to die for and a voice just slightly too loud

• when you overhear one of his conversations for the first time you are barely able to keep from snorting out a laugh as he animatedly compares the feat of destroying the Empire's biggest weapon to shooting animals on his backwater planet

• is he being serious?

• you're not sure what to make of his boisterous claim, nor where it stems from

• naivety?

• arrogance?

• it's possible the two of you had already exchanged a few words prior to this but now you decide on putting serious effort into speaking to him more often

• you want to get to know this guy, even if it's just for finding out that you're better off ignoring him

• maybe, for what it's worth, to put him into his place and to teach him a little lesson

• though soon you are very glad you gave him the benefit of the doubt

• as it turns out Luke, as you call him now, is very easy to approach and to get along with

• his smile as well as his enthusiasm are very contagious and much to your surprise you find yourself immensely enjoying his presence

• because of his open and curious nature you quickly discover shared interests, as well as likes and dislikes and benefit greatly from each others experiences and knowledge, especially when it comes to flying

• Luke is like sunshine personified and quickly you find it hard to imagine your daily life without him as his smile and warm presence always help to brighten your mood and ease your mind

• you didn't think so before but you actually really like listening to him talk, like to sit quietly by his side while he goes off on a rant or animatedly tells a story

• soon you view him in a whole different light than before, realizing that your first assessment was indeed, not quite right

• and as the awkward and inexperienced farm boy unfolds his depths right in front of you, you grow to admire his compassionate strengths greatly

• what starts off as lighthearted and easy comradery, evolves into a heartfelt friendship, fueled not only by the circumstances but a mutual understanding as well

• you make for a great team, able to trust each other blindly in training and during real skirmishes against the Empire's forces

• always he brings out the best in you and you seek to do the same

• it keeps both of you going, plays a major role as you work on improving your respective skills together

• may it be through friendly competition, sharing tips and tricks, hyping each other up after a particular good manoeuver, bragging about achievements or just helping the other with restoring their x-wing

• it's hard to pinpoint the exact time when the switch flipped, hard to figure out how all of a sudden feelings and the longing for something more evolved

• when did you stop seeing your best friend when you looked at him?

• when did he become so desirable?

• when did your innocent love for a friend turn into more?

• neither of you can tell, not even later, after rushed confessions in the hangar and first kisses after returning from an especially gruesome fight

• you tend to think about it a lot in hindsight, seek to remember that one moment of clarity while you lie awake at night, too giddy to fall asleep

• maybe your feelings were there from the very beginning with only your circumstances preventing you from realizing

• or maybe this was just the way things were supposed to develop, the only possible outcome after everything you've been through together

• in truth though, it's not that important

• being with Luke is simple in the best way possible, always was

• you're in love and it doesn't matter whether you fell slowly or all at once

• whether you quickly recognized the feeling for what it was or needed time to do so

• maybe the Force wanted you to take it slow, to really know the other, to experience them in every way possible, before sinking into their arms

[mrprettywhenhecries]

i don’t think you notice (what you did to me) redux [b.h]

two. | 'sheet-faced'

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (oc)

✗ w.c. 3.5k words ✗ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, underage drinking, flirting, my thinly veiled dislike for nancy oop lol ✗ a/n: Hopefully the bits I've added of Win lowkey crushing on Steve aren't too heavy handed, but I wanted to show that that attraction has been there from the beginning. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated 💚✨

[ masterlist ] [ win’s bio]

It seemed that Tina had forgiven Win for flirting with Billy his first day in Hawkins, but Vicki certainly had not, glaring her down as she climbed into Tina’s car the next morning.  

Dying to ask Vicki how her ride home with Billy had gone the afternoon before, Win bit the inside of her cheek, resisting the urge to be a little shit as she buckled her seat belt, especially since she suspected it hadn’t gone well.  Honestly, she didn’t really care if Vicki ever spoke to her again or not, but for Tina’s sake, she held her tongue, not wanting to create too much drama and lose her own ride to and from school.

Pulling into the dusty parking lot, it seemed Tina was purposefully searching for Billy’s Camaro, hoping to once more park nearby and get another show as he walked in.  This time when he pulled up, however, Win noticed a young girl with long red hair quickly jump out of the passenger seat and skate away without a backward glance.

A sister? she thought, though they didn’t seem to look anything alike.  Before she could spend too much time wondering, Billy’s car door slammed shut, pulling her attention.

“Hey there ladies,” he greeted, flashing them a smile that seemed directed at Win more so than the other two.

“Hey Billy!” Tina and Vicki exclaimed almost in tandem, however, preening at his attention.

“Hargrove,” Win replied curtly.

Billy smirked at her cool reception.  “You’ll warm up to me sooner or later, Lewis,” he chuckled smugly, walking on ahead, his long strides leaving the girls behind. “You keep thinking that,” Win muttered, rolling her eyes, though she didn’t hate watching him leave, even if she knew it was a calculated move on his part.

This time, at lunch, Billy was waiting by the bleachers when Win arrived, leaning back, his arms crossed nonchalantly over his chest. “There you are, thought you wouldn’t show up,” he said, pushing off the wall to block her way. “What’re you doing here?” she asked, staring up at him defiantly.

“I know you overheard my conversation the other day,” he said, cocking an eyebrow at her.  “It took me a second to figure out where you could have been hiding, and then it came to me.”

“Yeah, and–?”  Win countered, not backing down.  “Oh, did you not want me to repeat what I heard?  At least I didn’t tell Vicki you think she’s a cow,” she snorted, placing a cigarette between her lips and lighting it, blowing the smoke in his face.

Billy watched her for a second, not responding.  Without warning he snatched the cigarette from her fingers and brought it to his own lips, tilting his head back when she reached for it, her brows pinching in frustration.

“Give that back.”

“I don’t think I will,” Billy replied, the cigarette bobbing between his lips as he talked.

Frowning, Win relented, instead pulling her pack back out to get a fresh one.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Billy exclaimed, grabbing the box as well and holding it above his head with a smirk.

“C’mon asshole, give it back!” Win snapped, pressing against him as she stretched on her tiptoes to reach for it, her fingers barely brushing the bottom of the box.

“You want it?” Billy taunted, rattling the crumpled pack tantalizingly while pulling the lit cigarette from his lips and blowing out the stream of smoke, carefully directing it away from Win’s face.

“Billy–” Win warned, hating the petulant note to her voice.

Billy’s eyes lit up at the sound of his name on her lips and a smug smirk crossed his face.  Relenting, he finally let her snatch the cigarette back from his hand, watching her take a long drag.  Snorting softly, he took a fresh smoke from her pack before handing it back to her.

Win watched him with narrowed eyes, stuffing the cigarettes back into her pocket.  “So, you and Vicki, huh?” she asked wryly, wanting to needle him.  “Have fun driving her home yesterday?  I’m sure she was full of scintillating conversation.”

Billy rolled his eyes before a smirk tugged at his lips.  “Someone sounds jealous,” he drawled smugly.

“Oh, please,” Win scoffed, turning away from him as she took another drag off her cigarette.

“Y’know, I’d much rather drive you home,” Billy said and it was Win’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Gag me with a spoon,” she muttered under her breath.  “I already have a ride,” she countered and Billy shrugged.

“Yeah, well, if you ever decide to upgrade, the offer’s there.”

“Speaking of rides,” Win said, keen to direct the subject away from herself. “Who’s that kid that you drive to school?” she asked, remembering the redhead from earlier and Billy’s expression twisted.  

“My pain in the ass step sister,” he answered reluctantly.  “We’re not related,” he insisted, scowling, his blue eyes turning hard as he pointed his cigarette at her, as if to drive the point home.  

Win held her hands up defensively.  “Never said you were.”

A moment went by and Win flicked her spent cigarette away, crushing it with her heel.

“You going to that dumb excuse for a party tomorrow night?” Billy asked suddenly, breaking the silence. “Yeah, I’ll be there,” she answered, shoving her hands in her pockets.

“Then maybe it’ll be worth going to,” Billy murmured, dropping his own cigarette as the bell rang.  “Can’t wait t’see what you dress up as,” he smirked before walking away.

“Asshole,” Win muttered under her breath before walking in the opposite direction, but she found herself half hoping he’d show up, if only because it might make things more interesting.

The night of the party, Win took her time getting ready, wanting to arrive fashionably late.  She’d been to countless house parties back in the city, but this was her first in Hawkins and she wanted to make an entrance.

Grinning at her reflection in the mirror, she slipped her leather jacket on and adjusted the collar before spraying another coat of hairspray in her hair, making sure it was bouncy enough.  

“Perfect,” she murmured under her breath, turning this way and that to admire herself.  Once she’d made some alterations, the thrifted jacket looked just like the one Mel Gibson wore in Mad Max.  

Now she just had to complete the look.

Snatching her father’s keys from the bowl on his bedside table, she made her way to the detached garage in the corner of the lot, electricity thrumming through her as she threw the door up and climbed behind the wheel of his tuxedo black Chevelle.

“Hello, old friend,” she murmured, running her hands over the smooth wooden steering wheel before twisting the key in the ignition.  The engine rumbled to life and she pressed her foot to the pedal, revving the motor loudly.

“Time to fucking party,” she breathed, turning up the radio and pulling out of the garage.

The streets in town were already teeming with costumed kids, screaming and laughing as they moved in hoards from house to house, buckets and pillow cases full of candy in hand.  Win cruised past, windows down, her music spilling out into the street, and when she pulled up in front of Tina’s house, people took notice.

“Holy shit, you actually drove it!” Tina exclaimed, hurrying down the sidewalk as Win threw the car in park and got out.

“I mean, I had to, right?” she replied with a smirk.

“Guess who’s here!” Tina exclaimed in a hushed voice as they made their way back up toward the house.

“I dunno, who?” Win asked dryly, knowing exactly who her friend was so excited about.

“Hey Lewis, nice ride,” Billy’s voice called amidst the crowd on the lawn, answering her question for Tina.

“Thanks,” Win replied, finding him leaning in the doorway, flanked by Tommy Hagan, Carol, and Vicki, who sneered at Win.

“Thought you weren’t allowed to drive daddy’s car.”

“What my dad don’t know won’t hurt him,” Win countered, holding Vicki’s glare.

Billy, on the other hand, seemed mildly impressed.  “Badass,” he drawled, looking her up and down as he took a drag from the cigarette in his hand.

Win flashed him a tight smile—as if that wasn’t the impression she’d been going for when she’d set out for the night.

“So, who you supposed to be?” he asked, gesturing to her getup and Win planted her hands on her hips.  

“Max Rockitansky, and you?  Wait, lemme guess… douchebag in leather jacket?” she ventured sarcastically.

Billy snorted.  “I’m The Terminator, obviously.”

Win looked him up and down, her gaze sliding over his bare chest beneath his open leather jacket.  “Maybe I shoulda been Sarah Connor instead,” she teased, bringing a grin to Billy’s lips.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m rather parched,” she said, slipping past him into the house before he could say anything else, feeling his eyes on her as she went.  

Weaving her way through the crowd, she headed for the kitchen where the drinks were.  The island counter was littered with assorted half full liquor bottles and an array of different mixers, while a large glass bowl filled with red punch sat innocuously amidst a stack of red plastic cups.  Avoiding the punch, Win poured a splash of whiskey in a red plastic cup and filled the rest with coca-cola.  

Taking a sip, she glanced around the room, silently watching her costumed classmates dancing to the music blasting from the stereo, while others sat on the couch, holding drunken conversations, and several couples made out in the shadows.

“Hey, you came!”

Win gave a start as Steve reached past her to ladle some punch from the bowl into a cup, and she quickly cleared her throat, swallowing down the drink she’d just taken.

“Yep, I’m here,” she replied, taking in Steve’s dark sports coat and the sunglasses pushed up into his hair.  “Joel Goodsen, Risky Business?” she asked, gesturing to his outfit with her cup and he grinned, nodding.

“Yeah, Nancy came as Lana,” he said, glancing to where his girlfriend stood against the wall, waiting for him to return with her drink.

“Rad,” Win replied dryly, following his gaze before hiding her unimpressed scowl in her cup.

Though she didn’t exactly know Nancy Wheeler well, something about her rubbed Win the wrong way and she couldn’t quite put her finger on why–stubbornly refusing to consider jealousy as a factor.

“Well, I better get back,” Steve said, rousing Win from her thoughts.  “Don’t have too much fun,” he said, flashing her a teasing grin as he backed away, earning him an eye roll, Win grinning in return in spite of herself.

“You too,” she exclaimed, raising her cup in salute.  “Careful of the punch, it sneaks up on you,” she warned, watching Steve make his way back to Nancy and handing her the cup.

Sighing, Win tipped back her own drink, taking several gulps before nearly choking when Tina rushed over to grab her by the arm and tug her toward the front door.

“What the fuck!” Win spluttered, wiping her chin where her drink had splashed and trying not to trip over her feet as her friend led her outside.

“C’mon, Billy’s gunna try to beat Steve’s keg stand record!” she gasped excitedly and Win had no choice but to follow, careful not to spill the rest of her drink as she stumbled across the front lawn toward the group of spectators already gathered around the kegs.

Tina pushed through the crowd, dragging Win to the front with her just as Billy stepped up to the keg, his eyes catching Win’s as she came to a stop directly in front of him.  His mouth pulled into a smirk and he ran his tongue over his teeth, smoke curling from his lips as he handed his cigarette to Tommy.

Win crossed her arms over her chest as Billy leaned forward to grab the keg handles, glancing up to watch her for a second before two guys from the wrestling team grabbed his legs to hoist him up into a handstand.  Once he was in position, Tommy brought the keg tap to Billy’s mouth and the crowd began to count, cheering him on as he began to drink.  

Win caught sight of Vicki and Carol in the crowd across from her and let out a soft snort, shaking her head as she rolled her eyes.  Of course they’d be right there.

As the count grew higher, the crowd cheered louder.  

“Forty one, forty two!” Tommy yelled before Billy finally tapped out.

Landing back on his feet, he let out a victory yell, spraying beer in the air and down his front, his chest shining wetly in the moonlight.

“THAT’S HOW YOU DO IT, HAWKINS!” he crowed, retrieving his lit cigarette from Tommy while the others cheered his name, clapping him on the back.

Amidst the commotion, Win slipped out of the press of bodies and headed back to the house, in serious need of a refill, and needing to distract herself from how inexplicably hot the scene outside had been.  On her way back to the kitchen, she passed Steve and Nancy dancing while Mötley Crüe’s Shout at the Devil blasted over the speakers.  From the unsteady way Nancy was moving, it seemed she was already halfway on her way to wasted and Win’s brows climbed at the sight.  She’d never seen the Princess of Hawkins’ High so unwound.

Just as she’d finished refilling her cup, a commotion near the front door announced Billy’s arrival, his gaze slowly sweeping the room as he stepped across the threshold, and Win half wondered who he was searching for, hoping it wasn’t her.  As soon as Tommy and his other lackeys joined him, however, Billy made a B-line across the room straight to Steve who sobered as he turned to face him, pulling his sunglasses from his face, his tongue darting across his lips nervously.

“Looks like we’ve got a new Keg King, Harrington,” Tommy drawled, sneering as he stepped into Steve’s space.

“Yeah, eat it, Harrington!” another guy exclaimed while Billy stood there smugly, his chest puffed out as he looked down his nose at Steve, sizing him up.

Steve shrugged.  “Yeah, so?” he replied, as if he should care.

“So, you’re not the king around here any more.  You’ve been dethroned,” Billy said in a low voice, leaning in menacingly.

“Whatever, man,” Steve countered, while disgusted, Nancy pushed past, heading straight for the punch bowl, nearly bumping into Win on her way.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, and Win watched her out of the corner of her eye as she forwent the plastic ladle and dipped her cup straight into the punch bowl before gulping it down like her life depended on it.

She’s gunna regret that in the morning, Win thought, taking another sip of her drink while watching the exchange between Steve and Billy over the edge of her cup.  She’d heard stories about the former King Steve from some of their classmates, painting him as an entitled party boy who’d slept with most of the girls in their class.  She had to admit it was hard to picture him like that, though apparently he’d changed a lot since dating Nancy.

Feeling eyes on her, Win realized Billy had noticed her and was pushing past Steve to head her way.  “Shit,” she muttered, holding her cup up to keep from spilling it as she slipped around Nancy and into the crowd, heading in the opposite direction away from him.  In fact, it seemed most of Win’s night was spent avoiding Billy, circling the house and yard any time she caught sight of him.

She had just returned to the living room after growing bored with Tina and the others’ unruly drunken conversation when someone ran straight into her, the drink in their hand splashing down her front.

“Hey, watch it!” she cried, throwing her hands up in disgust as the culprit recoiled, stumbling backwards.

“Oh shit, sorry!  I’m so sorry–” Nancy slurred, her glazed gaze sliding downward, realizing her own shirt was just as stained as Win’s.  

Win grimaced, lifting her gaze to search for Steve.  “You better collect your girlfriend, Harrington!  I think she’s had enough!” she huffed in exasperation, raising her voice to be heard over the music, her displeasure clear, and Nancy quickly covered her mouth with her hand as if ready to hurl.  Steve hurried over to help Nancy as Win pushed her way out of the crowd in search of someplace quiet she could get cleaned up, completely over the party.

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath as she slipped into the small bathroom tucked in the back of the house near the laundry room.  Looking in the mirror, she assessed the damage–her top was completely soaked, stained bright red from the punch Nancy’d been downing.  

At the sound of the door clicking open behind her, Win looked up sharply, ready to snap at whoever had entered, only to find herself face to face with Billy Hargrove’s reflection as he shut the door behind him and leaned back against it, his bare chest glistening at eye level.

Not bothering to look back at him directly, her jaw flexed as she held her tongue, merely glancing at him in the mirror, his smug expression only fanning her anger further.  

“What happen, you have a little accident?” he drawled, clearly amused by the situation.

“Nancy Wheeler spilled her fucking drink on me, that’s what happened,” Win bit back, drying her hands on the towel on the counter.  “Do you mind?” she asked pointedly when Billy didn’t move.

“Not at all,” he replied, watching her expectantly, a shit eating grin on his face.

When it became clear he had no intention of leaving, Win set her jaw, staring him down in the mirror as she shrugged her jacket off and gripped the hem of her ruined shirt, defiantly pulling it over her head–not wanting to lose this battle of wills.

Billy’s grin grew, his eyes trailing her dark bra and exposed midriff greedily.  “I must say, that’s certainly an improvement on your costume.”

Win snorted, grabbing her jacket as she finally turned to him.  “Yeah, now we match.”

“You know, I saw you out there watching me earlier,” Billy said suddenly, stepping into her path to block her exit.  

Rolling her eyes, Win gave up trying to get past him and leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest.  “Yeah, I saw it.”

“I beat Harrington’s record,” he boasted, watching her expectantly.

“Congratulations,” she replied dryly.

“That’s it?” Billy scoffed.

Win frowned.  “What, you expect me to be impressed, Keg King?” she mocked.  “Sorry, but it takes a little more than that to get into my pants.”

“Yeah?” Billy asked, moving closer.  “What does it take?”

Win’s eyes met his as he stepped into her space.  This close she could feel his warmth radiating from him and she swallowed.

“Why don’t you go find Tina, or Vicki, or any of the other cows from school to fawn over you, cause I’m sure they’re dying for the opportunity,” she snapped instead, ignoring his question.

“What if I’m not interested in any of them?” Billy asked, leaning in closer still, one half gloved hand pressing to the mirror behind her back while the other lingered at her hip.  “What if I want you?”

Win’s breath hitched as his breath washed over her cheek and the musky scent of sweat and booze mixed with his spicy cologne invaded her senses.

“You only want me because you can’t have me, and it’s driving you crazy,” she countered, anger and unwanted desire coursing through her.  “I know exactly what you are, Billy Hargrove.  You are nothing but a playboy, and once you get what you want, you’ll move on to the next girl.  I’m sorry, but I don’t feel like being just another conquest for you to brag about to your friends,” she hissed, not backing down.

Billy, however, only grinned in amusement.  “You can lie to yourself all you want, sweetheart, but I can see in your eyes just how much you want me,” he drawled, unphased by her words, his lidded gaze studying her face as if he could read her thoughts.  “It would be so easy to kiss you right now,” he chuckled, leaning in further still till his lips just barely brushed hers.  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

At his words, a shiver ran up her spine and Win closed her eyes, trying to ignore the insistent ache growing between her legs.  All she had to do was tilt her chin and capture his lips; just give in.

Groaning, she forced her eyes open.  

No, she couldn’t give the cocky bastard the satisfaction of having her that easily.

“Sorry Billy, I’m beat, maybe some other time,” she said, ducking under his arm and slipping out the door while his defenses were down.  “See you at school Monday!” she called over her shoulder, flashing him a triumphant grin.

Billy watched her go, an aggravated scowl marring his features.  “Can’t have you, huh?” he mused, losing sight of her as she melted into the crowd.  “We’ll see about that.”

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~If I die before I wake~

Astarion x G/N reader

This is a collab between Ren & Frost and this fic is just straight up sad. Read at your discretion. Based off this TikTok

You and Astarion have been together for years, but now it’s time for you to go. Astarion decided to go with you

CW: DEATH & SUICIDE

You and Astarion had known each other now for what felt like an eternity. Blissful, beautiful years full of love and hardships that you came over together

You had gotten married after a few years. It was beautiful and everything you both had ever wanted

~~

It’s an outside wedding that started just after sunset. The final hues of orange and pink fading into black, the stars starting to shine brightly in the sky

Everyone you both loved and felt like family were there

Your fingers twitch the curtains again, Shadowheart smacking them away with a huff. "Try again and I swear I will rip your very expensive attire."

"Shadowheeaarrrttt," you whine, twining your fingers together nervously. "I'm so curious. I want to see!"

"And I want to keep my head." Crossing her arms, she gives you a look. "Astarion told me to keep you here until it's time to walk, so that's what I'll do."

"You're doing what Astarion tells you?"

Sighing to the heavens, she rolls her eyes. "For today I am, gods help me."

Chuckling, you give your friend a once over. Decked out in a gossamer black dress with a beautiful silver lined bodice with layered skirts and see through sleeves, you'd think she was the one getting married. Flashing a quick smile, you quickly follow it up with another sigh. "I'm going to go crazy if this doesn't start soon."

"You're already crazy, marrying a vampire." Smacking your hand away as you go to mess with your hair, she hisses, "If you make one strand of hair out of place after I spent two hours getting it right we will have problems."

Giving her a pout and raising your hands up in surrender, you start pacing. You get three laps in before Wyll pokes his head into the room, the biggest smile you've ever seen painting his face. "It's time."

"Thank the gods," you say as Shadowheart links her arm with yours.

Swinging the door open, Wyll's eyes soften as he looks at you. "You're breathtaking. You're going to make everyone out there fall to their knees."

"I outdid myself, I know," chimes Shadowheart with a smug smile, patting down your outfit proudly. "We went to every boutique in the city before we settled on this."

Quietly, Wyll says as you pass, "You're going to bring him to tears."

As you walk down, the only thing you can focus on is the beautiful man you’re in love with, tears streaming down his cheeks as he smiles and looks as you

You feel your eyes burn as tears also flow down your face. Your eyes start to blur the closer you get to the alter. Astarion reaches out for you and the moment you take his hand, you feel complete

You’re hardly listening to the words the officiator is saying. All you can focus on is Astarion’s warm hand and his beautiful ruby red eyes staring at you with so much love that it makes you feel a bit bashful

You were so lost in each other that Gale had to clear his throat to get you back into the present. You both say I do and when you kiss, you know you never want to be apart from him

~~

Several years have passed since then. You had moved into a nice cozy home in Baldur’s Gate and even adopted the two stray cats you’ve seen; Myshka and Malta. Though they have a great fondness for you, they both greatly dislike Astarion

They’ll even take most of his side of the bed from time to time, leaving him to sleep on the tiny little sliver they leave for him. He tried to move them once, but you discovered scratches all over his hand the next morning

But your blissful time together was entering its final chapter. You were growing older. While Astarion never changed, you became more lethargic. More and more gray hairs taking over your natural color until one day that’s what your hair was

You had become extremely weak. The old age you had reached took a toll on your body. Skin sagging off your bones, your legs unable to withhold your weight without Astarion’s assistance

It breaks his heart to see you this way. He knows your time is coming. Seeing you become but a shell of yourself over time takes a toll on him. He doesn’t want to lose you. He can’t lose you

Staring at the food with tears in your eyes, you know this is it. It's too hard to lift your hands to grab the fork, too hard to lift it to your mouth, too hard to chew, to swallow. Even breathing had become a conscious effort - in, out, in, out.

Sniffing, you relax into the pillows propped behind your back, letting the tears fall before Astarion returns. For years you've felt yourself failing, and even now when you're at your dregs, you can't help the squeezing in your chest.

You'll be leaving him.

An inevitability, you've both known. But so easy to ignore the marching of time.

No longer.

Blinking the tears out of your eyes as the door opens - you couldn't hear his footsteps - and watching as your husband steps in, eyes darting to the untouched food, you place your hands together and smile. "Welcome back." Your voice is so raspy, even to your own ears.

"You haven't touched your food." Sitting down beside you, he takes the fork. "Do you need help?"

You go to shake your head, but find no energy to do so. "Astarion..." Darting your eyes away, you say quietly, "I can't."

You know his face falls. "What?"

"I can't anymore." Looking at your hands, you elaborate, "I'm... I'm too tired. To chew. Swallowing is hard. And... I'm not hungry."

You feel those tears again, threatening to spill onto the blankets, the hand he wraps around yours, but you hold it back. Even as all the adventures you had together, all the stolen kisses and shared smiles and echoing laughter play behind your eyes. Shadowheart first pointing out Malta, Gale teaching Astarion a cantrip and stating it was the worst decision of his life even on his deathbed, Halsin leading you both on hikes, Jaheira taking everyone out on the town until everyone was so drunk they couldn't stand up.

A life, full of new and routine, love and companionship.

Feeling gentle fingers brush your chin, your eyes are guided to Astarion's, and what you see there threatens to break you.

It’s then that he decides he’s going to join you in the afterlife. There’s absolutely no way he could love another as viciously and passionately as he’s loved you

He had been contemplating it for a while anyway

He brings up how you two first met. Both of you chuckling as you remember him tackling you to the ground and holding a knife to your throat. How he almost killed you the first time he drank your blood. Who would’ve ever thought that you two would fall in love and spend your life together as you have

You smile to yourself as you lean your head on him, suddenly exhausted. Your heart is slowing. Tears spring to Astarion’s eyes as he realizes you aren’t going to make it through the night

He slowly lifts you from his shoulder as he turns to fully face you. You look into his beautiful eyes. Eyes that have always been so beautiful and have shown you so many emotions

He leans in to gently press a kiss on your wrinkled lips. The kiss is full of emotion and love. After a moment you both pull back and he tells you how much he loves you. That he wishes he was able to turn you back then so that you could spend an eternity together

The only regret he’ll ever have about not ascending is the fact you’d never be together forever. He knows he made the right choice. But he can’t help but be full of emotion and regret in these last moments you’ll ever have together

You tell him that it’s okay. That you know you’ll reincarnate and you’ll try your best find him again. He feels a pang of guilt surge through him

You don’t know that he’s going to follow you when you go. He doesn’t have it in him to tell you, but he knows that he must. There’s no secrets between you, and he’s not going to start now

When he tells you, tears spring to your eyes. You slowly, painfully, turn your whole body towards him and tell him that he can’t do that. He doesn’t deserve that. He deserves to find love after you’re gone

He smiles sadly and tells you that there’s nothing else for him here, you were the only reason he had a reason to live. The only reason why he wanted to live

You can see in his eyes that he is determined to do this. That he won’t budge no matter how much you cry and plea for him to stay alive. You look away and shake your head as the tears begin to fall

You don’t want him to follow you. You want him to live and be free. To find new love and go on new adventures

He reaches over and wipes the tears off your cheeks. You turn to him and give him the most heartbreaking smile. Tears start to well up in his eyes and you both look at each other with so much love that’s now bittersweet

You wish you could live forever with him. What was a rocky start has turned into the most beautiful love story anyone could ask for. So you tell him okay. And that you’ll be waiting for him on the other side

As you both lay down in your bed he leans over and kisses you again. Softly, passionately. He knows this is the last kiss he’ll ever receive from you. He kisses you over and over, not wanting to part from you as he hears your heart struggling to keep beating

After a moment he pulls back and kisses you on your forehead. He takes you into his arms and whispers sweet nothings into your ear and you start to drift to sleep

Astarion can’t will himself to rest. His mind is racing a mile a minute, thinking about all the memories you’ve had together while feeling your body start to turn cold. Your blood flow slowing. Your heart had finally given out

It's so quiet.

So, so quiet.

A quiet he hasn't experienced in so long. A silence that pressed on him when punished under Cazador, trapped in a coffin, screaming, begging to be let out and answered with such a profound silence that stripped him to nothing.

This silence, though. This is worse.

So, so much worse.

The scream, the guttural, anguished scream that rips from his throat makes the very house shake. His fingers curl into claws as he grips you - gentle, always so gentle - and it's all he can do to keep himself from coming apart completely.

It's unbearable, the silence.

It's not until this moment where he realizes how much comfort your heartbeat had given him. Had become. How he could pinpoint your heartbeat within a crowd, no matter how big. How he'd wake up and hear that thrum and find a peace he never thought he'd ever have.

A peace he's lost, now. A peace now forever out of reach.

A shaky inhale is all he has as he turns to look. Your face, once always full of life and emotion, now only has a small smile. If it wasn't so quiet, so quiet, he would think you were just sleeping, and in an hour he would see the stars in your eyes as you looked at him.

Light taps at the windows, starting to lighten the night, and he knows he doesn't have much time left. A detached sort of numbness overcomes his heart as he stands up, walks to the closet, and takes out your favorite sweater. It doesn't matter anymore, he knows he knows, but you can't ever be cold, ever be uncomfortable.

The weight threatens to cripple him as he slips your arms in. As he slides the material over your head, careful to not mess up your hair. As he lifts you gently to pull down the edges.

It's when he brushes hair from your forehead that he realizes his hands are wet. His arms, too.

Distantly, he touches his face.

Wet.

Gently, he lifts your body into his arms and walks outside. The cold, crisp morning breeze biting his cheeks as he sets you down on a bench you have on your patio. Your head falling listlessly against his shoulder as he wraps his arm around you

He takes your now cold hand into his, rubbing your knuckles as he looks out to the scenery. The sun starting to rise above the mountains. It was the most beautiful place to live. And an even more beautiful place to enter the afterlife

It was this view, he remembers, that had you picking this house.

"I know you can't really see it," you'd laughed, throwing your arms up and gesturing toward the horizon painted in black, "but the dawn here is something to die for."

As the sky starts to turn a brighter color he sits there in silence. He’s never been more sure of anything in his life, except for being with you

The first touch of sunlight makes him flinch, a small, brief, hollow echo of self preservation pinging down an empty tunnel as he sits there. Feels the heat of the sun once more on his skin.

Feels it burn.

His eyes turn to that horizon you'd boasted about, and he must agree that you were right.

Reaching up, splaying a hand, he watches as the sunlight edges his fingers in gold. Even as they burn, turning black, ash catching in the wind.

His gaze turns to you, always turns to you. It's been so long since he's seen the sun in your hair, lightening your features. Pressing his lips to your temple, wondering briefly how much of his body remains, he drinks in your smile, the quiet of this moment, the color of the world.

The world you helped him see. The world you helped him explore.

One last time, he breathes you in deep, the scent of your shampoo tickling his nose. Your laughter echoing in his memory as the wind steals the rest of him, dusting him across the yard.

A golden wedding band falls to the ground at your still feet, wobbling along its round edges before coming to a stop.

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Fluttershy!Younger!Clover (Based on Equestrian Girls Fluttershy)

Fluttershy!Clover is meek, shy, and sweet. A timid human, Fluttershy!Clover might not be too self-assured, but their friends know to rely on them in a pinch. More than any of their friends, Fluttershy!Clover is willing to see the best in everyone, a trait that has won over many enemies. Fluttershy!Clover has a deep adoration for animals; they instantly opens up to Yuu once they sees Grim for the first time, they regularly sneaks their pets to Heartslabyul in their backpack, and they volunteers at an animal shelter.

Toji!Crewel

Toji!Crewel is a cool-headed, confident man who makes a living using his skills and does not sweat the small stuff. He appears to enjoy insightful conversation with others as long as it somehow pertains to himself and can trade witty banter. Upon meeting, Crowley asked Toji!Crewel if they had met before. Toji!Crewel, on the other hand, reassured him that he was not the type to recall a random man either. In battle, Toji!Crewel has a crazed expression as if he's lost in the thrill of the fight, but he's always maintaining a cool and calculated head and plotting his next move. Toji!Crewel is proof that you don't need Magic to be successful and that something he teaches to Yuu when he decides to train them.

Punk!Peach!Hunt

Despite their punk appearance, Peach!Hunt is sweet, classy, kind, clever, sociable, and adventurous. They have a warm heart and often acts unselfishly, putting their friends, loved ones, and other students ahead of themselves, and apologizes excessively for getting into trouble with delinquent. While gentle by nature, Peach!Hunt is also strong-willed and can hold their own in sports competitions and battle. Peach!Hunt is slightly more flirty, mischievous, and have a confident attitude. Peach!Hunt transferred from Pomefiore to Ramshackle due to Vil's outrageous Beauty standards and the fact that they had to cover up their tattoos. In comparison to Ramshackle, they actually felt more freedom as a result.

(What they looked like during their First Year)

(What they look during their Second Year)

Alhaitham!Trappola

Alhaitham!Trappola is a scholar who is fueled by a desire to understand the underlying principles of the world around him He greatly values the pursuit of knowledge and dislikes meaningless noise and matters that distract or divert him from his chosen pursuits. To this end, while he is unambitious and enjoys leisure, he will do what he deems necessary to maintain a comfortable life. As a result, he is not fond of being a leader, refusing the position of Heartslabyul's Dorm Leader and became a permanent Ramshackle dorm member. Alhaitham!Trappola focuses greatly on himself at all times. However, he does not do so out of a disregard for others; instead, it is a result of his rationality. For example, he believes that as it is impossible to save everyone, it is important to focus on one's own well-being first. As a result, he frequently squabbles with Ace due to their contrasting ideals and personalities. Contrary to what his peers think, Alhaitham!Trappola does not look down upon anyone and tends to give equal weight to everyone, be they human or god. He also places great importance in the value of humanity and has astute insight into human nature.While he does not keep this a secret, he rarely bothers to correct others' unfavorable assumptions unless it would prove more troublesome to allow them to persist.

Oh, Trey would 100% do his best to protect Fluttershy!Clover from Riddle's anger about bringing their animal friends. As much as he respects Riddle and the rules in Heartslabyul, family comes first. Trey's room probably smells like animals since that's their second home if Fluttershy!Clover needs to hide them.

Oooh Toji!Crewel who sees Yuu as the child they couldn't keep safe..... Thinking about that scene where Toji recognizes Megumi, mhm mhm.

Rook would definitely support Punk!Peach!Hunt in whatever they choose to do. It's their own unique beauty after all ^^

And I am LIVING for the idea that Alhaitham!Trappola and Ace fight all the time. And everyone on campus is like "how are they even related" BAHAHAHA

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whats fpks relationship with herrah? I know canonically, white lady doesnt really feel any ill will towards her as she likes hornet, but how do you think fpk feels towards her? And, since I can't leave grimm out of this, how does he feel about herrah? Maybe he'd feel similarly to wl, since she's basically his daughter now

while typing this out i have another question, which of the dreamers are still alive in your AU, and what are their relationships with fpk, if any? since holly is alive id assume you branched off of the embrace the void ending, and i dont believe you need to kill any dreamers for that end (if I'm wrong, do correct me!), and quirrel in your AU doesn't have monomons mask, so i can only assume ghost at least got to her.

love your stuff, stay well!

it was... not the best, admittedly. granted, they weren't hostile towards each other, i actually think that herrah warmed up to him a little bit, mostly seeing how attached he got to hornet. they certainly had a common reason to bond over, the problem is that fpk was afraid of her. among his species, it's quite common for the larger female to kill and eat the male after mating, so it's coded in his brain to expect that possibility. with wl, it was a bit different - she's more plant-like, and so her behavior is very different to that of a wyrm, or any other carnivorous species, and that comforts his mind a little bit. but with herrah, he sadly couldn't have that assurance, so he was very stressed out about it and expecting the worst

their affair was part of a bargain, so he knew it was his obligation to fullfil his side, but he was terrified throughout all of it. on top of that, since he's gay in the au, he had another reason not to enjoy it very much, though he didn't realize at the time. so all in all, it was a very unpleasant experience, and it greatly impacted his perception of herrah. i do think he have liked for it to be different, after all, she was hornet's mother and i'm sure he would love to have a more pleasant relationship with her, if only for the sake of their daughter. but his fear was too strong and so he rarely visited deepnest aside from seeing hornet (probably for the better since deepnest wasn't particularly fond of him. too bright of a light, for one haha)

as for grimm, you said herrah, but judging by the rest of that sentence i'm assuming you meant hornet, so just in case i'll go over both. i don't think he interacted with herrah much, perhaps he knew her before the whole bargain deal, but nothing more than just being aware of her existence. and with hornet, like you said, she's basically his daughter now and he most certainly sees her as such. definitely more than wl did, but her being emotionally distant is basically a given - she didn't dislike hornet but to call their relationship a mother-daughter one would be an exaggeration. grimm, however, absolutely sees her as his own child. he did that even before him and fpk became a thing - he always liked to imagine himself and fpk raising her together, but since it wasn't meant to be at the time, he instead brought her gifts and entertained her with his powers whenever he visited. these days it's a tad more complicated with hornet's refusal to admit that she sees him as a father figure and her overall bitterness, but his attitude hasn't changed at all. of course, he doesn't pamper her with gifts anymore, but he enjoys spending time with her and bonding over shared interests. their relationship is fun, they have the generally laid back, joking type dynamic of close friends, but it's clear that grimm does thinks of her as his child, meanwhile hornet seems to get upset at that idea, but secretly really cares about him

the dreamers are something i thought about before and i'm considering leaving one of them alive, since i think they're interesting characters and i'd love to explore at least one of them post-ending. as you said, monomon is a goner, and so is herrah, as hornet in the au finds there to be no reason to visit deepnest unless she has to, so it's a natural assumption that her mother is dead. that leaves lurien, and with the city of tears slowly returning to its prime over the course of the au, he would be a pretty good fit for an important figure that watches over its development. but i haven't decided yet. if i choose to keep him dead, then i think it would be a fun idea for his butler to be "promoted" to lurien's previous role, since he was his most trusted bug. we'll see, i like both of those options, and i'll have to see what i decide on

thanks a lot for the ask! i really enjoyed these questions. hope you have a great day/night!

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The Seventh Doctor - Worst to Best

Now that Christmas is over, let's focus on an anniversary I sadly neglected to acknowledge earlier in the year, and must acknowledge before the new year begins: 2023 marks the 60th anniversary of one of the longest-running television programs in history, that sci-fi camp classic, Doctor Who. Anybody who knows me knows that I love this series, both in its Classic and its "New Who" eras. The chances are also high that, if you know that, you know who my favorite Doctor is: Sylvester McCoy, the Seventh Doctor.

The Seventh Doctor was the last of the Classic Doctors, before the "bridge" that was Paul McGann's Eighth, and the beginning of New Who with Christopher Eccleston as the Ninth. To this day, he remains a slightly polarizing take on the character: for a long time, people seemed to greatly dislike number seven, but over the years he's gained more and more of a fanbase, with a lot of people claiming him to be one of the very best versions of the character out there.

Over the course of McCoy's three seasons - the final ones of the Classic show before it went on a LONG hiatus, to later be revived - the Seventh Doctor evolved in an interesting way. For his first season, the character is a more comical Doctor, somewhat clownish in nature...but even then, signs of his later development slowly began to take shape. By the end of his tenure, Seven had gone from one of the lightest takes on the character to arguably the single darkest: he could still be very funny, with a Vaudevillian sense of humor and style and many typical eccentricities, but he could also be ruthless, manipulative, and borderline sadistic. He was the Chessmaster Doctor: a master planner who could out-think his enemies sometimes several moves ahead...and yet he also loved playing the spoons and wearing silly outfits. Go figure.

I thought it would be fun, with the show nearing its 61st year - and having seen not one but TWO new canon Doctors added to the lineup this month alone, via Fourteen and Fifteen - to go over my thoughts on my favorite Doctor and his time on the show, in all its ups and downs. Over three seasons on TV (I'm not touching the audio dramas or anything else here), McCoy's Doctor had twelve separate stories/serials. So, today, I am going to rank them all! Let's waste no more time (or space), these are the Seventh Doctor's Episodes - From Worst to Best.

12. Time and the Rani.

It grieves me to say that the very worst of the lot is the Seventh Doctor’s debut/regeneration episode. In my opinion, this is the single worst introduction any Doctor has ever had, and it physically hurts me to say that since it is the first episode for my favorite Doctor. The first season of the McCoy era was sadly not very good, and I think that’s why some people have a hard time warming up to him and his Doctor. When the 24th season began, the show was going pretty much fully for comedy; it had some dark edges, but it was mostly playing itself almost as a space pantomime. That wouldn't be so bad, but the writing wasn't very good, and the production values were at an all-time low, both of which stymied its potential. “Time and the Rani” is the worst of the worst, for a very simple reason: if this was the only Sylvester McCoy episode you ever saw, you wouldn’t have any clue about what made this Doctor special. With every other Doctor’s big debut – no matter how good or bad the episode may be – you can at least say you get a sense of what this Doctor will be like. With McCoy, in his first appearance, he feels like a watered-down mish-mash of various other Doctors before him, and rather dimwitted. The only scene I really like is one where the Seventh tries on his new costume, but even that scene is basically a riff on a Fourth Doctor sequence. If you want to get a start on the McCoy era, don’t start with his actual debut; it really isn’t worth your time, and you can probably imagine better intros/regeneration tales in your head than this gives.

11. Delta and the Bannermen.

This story is pretty bad, too, but it’s not AS bad as “Time and the Rani.” This was the third serial from the first McCoy season, and it features the Doctor and his then-current companion, Mel Bush, being invited to participate on a holiday tour in 1950s Wales, by pure luck. (Trust me, pure luck is what gets Number Seven through most of his first season.) Less lucky is the fact that a fugitive extraterrestrial named Delta – the last of her kind – is also on the tour, trying to escape from an army of brutish killers called the Bannermen. Throw in a couple of bungling redneck CIA agents (yes, really; I’d be angry if it weren’t for the fact, as an American, I have no right to complain) and references to Disneyland (again, yes, really), and you have this episode. Admittedly, some parts of this episode make me laugh, and the overall direction doesn’t make the Seventh Doctor look like a total idiot, which is a step up from the previous pick. I also like the character of Ray – a motorcycle gal who basically became a prototype for the character of Ace (more on her later) – but it’s not enough to save this story, which mostly comes across as equal parts boring and obnoxious. A most unpleasant blend, indeed.

10. Paradise Towers.

Of all the bad McCoy episodes, this one is the LEAST bad. It ALMOST works. This was the second serial of the first McCoy season, and, much like “Delta and the Bannermen,” it starts off with the Doctor trying to do something nice and pleasant with Mel, only for things to go to Hell in a teapot once they actually arrive. The Doctor takes Mel to a resort called “Paradise Towers,” which was made to provide people with peaceful relaxation and fun, as any proper resort would be. However, multiple conflicts have led to Paradise Towers becoming the epicenter of an effective civil war between several groups. What was once a happy and beautiful place is now home to cannibals, killer robots, Space Nazis (the Seventh Doctor faced Nazi-esque characters quite a lot; these ones are called the Caretakers), street hoodlums, and a vaguely Lovecraftian psychic abomination. The only one who doesn’t get involved in the violence is a single peaceful soul named Pex, who many defame as a coward. The concept has the potential to be a really twisted, imaginative story, but all of the varying plotlines don’t mesh well, and, again, much of it is played for absurd comedy, which really deadens the effect, in my opinion. True, this is kind of a crazy idea, but it could have been so much more than it was…in fact, that basically sums up a lot of this first season in general: it could have been so much more.

9. Dragonfire.

“Dragonfire” is the last serial of the first season, and it is also the best serial of the first season…which isn’t saying much. It’s…just okay, really, but that’s better than the other three. Once again, the Doctor tries to take Mel somewhere nice (this time a sort of space mall, in a place called Iceworld), and once again, shenanigans ensue. This time, said shenanigans involve a lost treasure, references to “Star Wars,” “Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark,” and “Alien,” and the villainous Kane - an icy antagonist who frankly could give Mr. Freeze a few lessons in frostbitten fiendishness. It also features one of the most infamously silly cliffhangers in the show’s history. What really makes this serial work though are our three main characters: with this episode, McCoy’s Doctor finally starts to evolve a bit more into the character we know and love from later appearances. It also features the return of the loveably roguish con-artist, Sabalom Glitz, who had previously appeared a couple of times during the era of the Sixth Doctor, Colin Baker. But the true point that makes this work are the two companions involved: this is the last story we get with Mel, and the first story featuring Ace. Mel is (or, at least, was) one of the worst companions in the show's history, in my opinion, but I actually kind of like her in this episode, and while her departure makes absolutely no sense, it's legitimately sort of sad to see her go. Ace, meanwhile, is my favorite companion in all of Doctor Who (just as McCoy is my favorite Doctor), so seeing her arrive on the scene is a blast. It's their combined presence, above all else, that makes this story worth seeing.

8. Silver Nemesis.

The 25th Season of Doctor Who - McCoy's second - was where the show REALLY started to take off, and it might actually be one of my favorite seasons in the entire series. Having said that, "Silver Nemesis" is what might be called "the worst of the best," just as "Time and the Rani" is "the worst of the worst." Intended as a celebration of the show's 25th Anniversary, the serial features the Doctor and Ace having to deal with three different factions of antagonists: a group of Neo-Nazis from contemporary times, a witch from the 17th Century, and - as you can see her - the Cybermen, one of the Doctor's most long-running and infamous monster antagonists. All three warring factions are trying to gain control of a living statue, called Nemesis, which apparently can grant whoever wields it immense destructive power. The Doctor, it's revealed, is the one who apparently CREATED Nemesis, and must now find a way to keep this mysterious creation out of the hands of his enemies. The episode does some interesting things - most notably with it really playing up the Doctor as a mysterious figure, in a way that hadn't been done in a very long time, if ever before - but ultimately, it's tonally scattershot, the pacing is a bit off, and most of the villains turn out to be shockingly ineffectual. The story is also basically a giant ripoff of "Remembrance of the Daleks" (more on that later), featuring a lot of similar plot and thematic elements throughout, which definitely deadens the impact. It's not necessarily a TERRIBLE story, as it has a great cast and a lot of cool scenes and ideas, but it's definitely on the lower end of "meh," in my opinion.

7. Ghost Light.

Believe it or not, I actually had a hard time choosing between Ghost Light and Silver Nemesis. It is potentially unbelievable because most fans agree that Ghost Light is a better episode than Silver Nemesis; many call this episode a triumph of the era, with the other as one of its weakest pieces. In some ways I agree, but in other ways…I won’t say Silver Nemesis is superior, because it isn’t, but I feel this episode is SLIGHTLY overrated. This was a serial from the 26th season – the Seventh Doctor’s third and final season in the series. “Ghost Light” is a three-parter, and – in my opinion – it truly could have benefited from having a fourth section. The first two thirds of the serial are quite brilliant: the story is a really great one for Ace, as it taps into dark elements of her past, and the style of this tale is absolutely DRIPPING in Gothic Victorian atmosphere. It deals with scientific and philosophical concepts of evolution, change, and social status, and blends elements of various classic stories together, such as Bernard Shaw’s Pygmalion, The Island of Dr. Moreau, and a heavy helping of H.P. Lovecraft's works. I love the style, the atmosphere, and a lot of the concepts presented…but the problem lies in the execution. The first two parts move at a decent pace, but in the third part, everything feels very rushed. It becomes REALLY hard to follow what’s going on, and lots of things feel underdeveloped, as well. I also feel that the reveal of one of the main antagonists – Light – is a little underwhelming; the character is supposed to be an awe-inspiring presence, like some sort of avenging angel, but the performance and especially the costume design make him feel less intense than he should. It’s still a good story, but I don’t think it’s the masterpiece a lot of people seem to claim it is.

6. Battlefield.

In a weird way, "Battlefield" is one of two episodes where you could arguably sum up the reputation of the Seventh Doctor and his era - with fans, that is - in a nutshell. This, and another story I'll get to later, used to be considered pretty bad eggs on the whole...but nowadays, people have a lot more respect for them, and several folks I know (or just know about) have labeled them as being among their favorites. I definitely have a soft spot for this one, myself: "Battlefield" features the Doctor facing off against a legion of dark knights from another dimension, where the legends of King Arthur are real, and the Doctor himself - apparently - is Merlin! The issue is, the Doctor won't become Merlin until a later regeneration, so this is - confusingly - his first time meeting any of the Arthurian characters: most notably the main villain of the story, the mysterious Morgaine. To try and deal with the problem, the agents of UNIT - an elite military group who are a recurring presence throughout Doctor Who - are called into play. This brings back the Doctor's old friend and companion, The Brigadier, in his final appearance on the show. While the episode is not perfect, there's a LOT to love here: I love seeing the homages to earlier eras of the series, with the return of the Brigadier and "Bessie" (which I can only describe as the Doctor's equivalent to the Batmobile), and I love the thematics and motifs of Arthurian myth and legend. The supporting cast is great, and we get one of the best-looking monsters in the series, courtesy of a demon known simply as "The Destroyer." Definitely a fun outing that deserves more credit than it sometimes gets.

5. Survival.

The final episode of the Classic era. While not a perfect way to cap off the show as a whole, nor McCoy's central tenure in the program, "Survival" is, nevertheless, hardly a bad note to close on, either. The story focuses on the TARDIS Team returning to Ace's hometown and time period: then-modern-day Perivale. The Doctor and his companion soon discover that a bunch of people around town have been mysteriously disappearing. It's revealed they are being transported to a mysterious alternate dimension, known only as "The Planet of the Cheetah People" (yes, that's really what the monsters are called). The Cheetah People are half-human, half-cheetah beasts who hunt people for both sport and food; those who don't end up as cat chow end up slowly turning into Cheetah People themselves, their aggressive instincts and more animalistic desires coming to the forefront. Wrapped up in all of this is the Doctor's arch-enemy: the Master, who has taken control of the Cheetah People, but is also trying to find a way to escape their world before he becomes one of them. This was one of actor Anthony Ainley's best outings with the Master (he's my favorite person to play the role), and it was great to see him go up against my favorite Doctor. It's so strangely fitting that the final episode of the Classic era featured the Doctor going against his arch-enemy for what was, at the time, perceived to be the final time, and I'm not sure how planned that fact was, based on what I know of the production history. Regardless, while this episode is a bit silly in places, it's mostly a really great and surprisingly dark story, dealing with some interesting themes and philosophies, and having some fine action sequences to its credit, as well. If you were only to watch this one episode, and no other, from McCoy's era, it wouldn't be a bad choice.

4. The Happiness Patrol.

This is the other episode I mentioned, alongside "Battlefield," where you can kind of see it as a (likely unintended) symbol of the Seventh Doctor's era as a whole. At the time this story came out, it wasn't much liked by the public, and there are still those who don't especially care for it...but nowadays, generally speaking, respect for this story seems to have grown quite a lot. It's not perfect, but it's definitely a highlight of McCoy's time in the series, and for good reason. In this story, the Doctor and Ace travel to a human colony in the distant future, called Terra Alpha. The place is run by Helen A: a parody of Margaret Thatcher herself, played by Sheila Hancock. Helen A has declared that no one is allowed to be sad: people must wear bright colors, tell silly jokes, only listen to cheerful music, and generally always behave like everything is sunshine and rainbows. Anyone perceived to be a "Killjoy" faces one of several horrible punishments: one is being shot down in the streets by the titular Happiness Patrol - her special police squadron. Another is being sent to "The Waiting Zone," which is Terra Alpha's equivalent to jail (and where you can be killed by either trigger happy guards or rigged arcade games). Finally, there's being forced to pay to suffer the wrath of the Kandy Man: a self-aware robot made almost entirely out of sweets, designed as a parody of Bertie Basset. The Kandy Man either experiments on people in his laboratory, feeding them candies that are so good they literally make you die of pleasure, or drowning people in boiling hot syrup via an execution method called "Fondant Surprise." The TARDIS Team must find a way to dethrone Helen A, destroy her minions - especially the Kandy Man - and give Terra Alpha the right to be unhappy again. I love the paradoxical nature of this episode, with things that are bright and colorful being made wicked and nasty, and with the whole premise focusing on letting people feel sad rather than joyful. The story plays off the idea that happiness and sadness are "two sides of the same coin," and that neither emotion can exist properly without the other. There's a lot more I could say, but this description is already getting too long; basically, if you like things such as "We Happy Few" or a certain episode of "Fairly Oddparents," this may be a story you enjoy, as well.

3. Curse of Fenric.

Many consider this to be the single best episode of the Seventh Doctor's era. I obviously do not agree with this general feeling, but I also can't deny this serial is a great one. "Curse of Fenric" was the debut story of Season 26, and it is one of the darkest stories in all of Doctor Who history. Ace and the Doctor arrive near a military base in the heart of World War II, where English and Russian soldiers are working together. While trying to solve the mystery of some mysterious relics found near the base, military personnel seemingly awaken a race of creatures called Haemovores, which I can only describe as "squid vampires." The Haemovores can only be held back by one's faith; the stronger the exhibition of faith one has in something, practically anything, the better it wards them off. The Haemovores, it's revealed, are just pawns in the game of Fenric: an entity of pure evil older than the universe itself, which apparently has faced the Doctor before. It's revealed that Fenric is not only involved with these beasts, but that many past events from the past two seasons were actually part of an elaborate scheme the evil entity was concocting to get revenge on the Doctor. I love so much about this story: I love its themes of faith and doubt. I love its dark setting and even darker storytelling elements. I love both Fenric and the Haemovores as monsters/villains, and I love the fact this story ties a lot of past threads together in such a subtle way. I especially love what this episode does for Ace, as a character, and how it shows newer, even darker dimensions to the Seventh Doctor that we hadn't seen before, and which have now become central to who he is in years since. I may not think it's the perfect masterwork everyone else does, but it's hard to think of anything particularly wrong with it, either; definitely one of the Seventh Doctor's crowning moments.

2. Remembrance of the Daleks.

If I had to choose one episode of the Seventh Doctor's era that I would call the definitive story - meaning, if you are going to watch only one episode, this would be the best one to see to give you an idea of everything great about it - that would undoubtedly be "Remembrance of the Daleks." This was the debut of Season 25, and going from "Dragonfire" to this is like switching a lightbulb: it is ASTONISHING how much the quality of EVERYTHING about the show seems upped, right off the bat, in this serial. The Doctor and his Companion, the supporting players, the writing, the visual effects...everything here is a MILLION times better than ANYTHING in Season 24, and it's the story that officially cements the kind of Doctor Sylvester McCoy's would really be moving forward. The plot has the Doctor returning to where it all began: Coal Hill School and Trotter's Lane, the setting of the very first episode of the very first serial in Doctor Who back in the early 60s. He and Ace discover that a Dalek civil war has broken out - between the gilded Imperial Daleks, and the more rugged-looking Renegade Daleks - and both sides are fighting to gain control of a piece of Time Lord technology, known as the Hand of Omega. If either side can take the Hand, they'll basically become Gods, and we obviously can't have that. However, it's revealed the Doctor was somehow prepared for all this, and has devised an elaborate plan to outwit the Daleks at their own game...the problem is that he wasn't expecting two warring factions, and he has to make sure the wrong set of Daleks don't interfere with his scheme. The episode has great action, great philosophies and themes, a few surprising twists and turns, and a surprisingly somber and ambiguous ending. It also features what many consider to be the most iconic scenes/moments for both the Seventh Doctor and Ace alike.

Greatest Show in the Galaxy.

While "Remembrance of the Daleks" may be the most definitive episode of the Seventh Doctor's era (and I would argue it and "Curse of Fenric" might be candidates for the technical best episodes), it's not actually my personal favorite. That goes to this story: "Greatest Show in the Galaxy." The plot begins with the Doctor and Ace getting intergalactic junk mail, tempting them to visit the Psychic Circus on the desert planet of Segonax. It's ultimately revealed, however, that some mysterious force is controlling the circus performers and workers. This force - which I shall not name here - seems to literally thrive on entertainment itself, and so the performers are forced to bring anybody who attends from the crowd into the arena to perform, in order to save their own skins. Because as soon as you stop being even remotely entertaining, you die. I love how the episode is more subtle with the Doctor's chessmaster ways here; he's not exactly planning everything out in advance, but he's also not totally hapless throughout the story either. It's somewhere in the middle, and it's hard to say how much of what happens was something he expected or not. The supporting cast is also great, from characters like Mags the Werewolf, to the insufferably geeky Wiz Kid, to one of the greatest oneshot villains in Who history, the devilish Chief Clown, played by Ian Reddington. The whole serial seems to be a subtle riff on Doctor Who ITSELF, and how it was being perceived by critics, producers, and fans alike at the time, which makes it pretty interesting once you see it from that perspective. Even without that idea in mind, however, it's just a fun, somewhat surreal story that really shows the strength and fun of McCoy's Doctor, gives a little bit of depth to Ace (not as much as some later stories, like "Fenric" and "Survival," but still), and provides plenty of memorable moments. It's not necessarily the best, it's not necessarily one I would suggest as the first and only story people watch...but without a doubt, "Greatest Show in the Galaxy" is my favorite Seventh Doctor Episode.

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VG: A Snake in the Grass

Ever since she'd heard of the legend of the Mark of Evil through Kiara's stories of Kion and Scar, Vitani grew to fear obtaining the Mark of Evil, herself, being a successor to two victims in a row. She hadn't told anyone for months, but she'd grown vigilant of the very fields she walked throughout her entire leadership so far. When talks of the Mark of Evil made its way back to Vitani's mind, her paranoia eventually manifested to a noticeable level, and Tazama picked it up... Tazama greatly disliked Vitani's sudden prejudice towards snakes. It didn't make sense for Vitani -- known for her fierce protection of carnivores' places in the Circle of Life -- to pick on a particular one. Tazama sympathized for commonly marginalized creatures, and saw nuance in all animals. The Keenest of Sight felt she couldn't voice her concern, however, for fear of admonishment from her especially stubborn leader. Years under the leadership of Zira had greatly affected Tazama's perception of authority, even though she knew Vitani had too much of a heart to never grow as cold and merciless as her mother, her leader's paranoid state made her unpredictable, and almost unstable, a behavior that triggered Tazama's own fear response. ____ While on their usual patrol across the territory, Vitani commanded her Guard to split up and watch over landmarks assigned to them, when suddenly... HISS!

The last thing Tazama saw before stinging pain that boiled like the caldera of a volcano, was a cobra with unusual markings and abilities. Rather than bite her, the cobra had sprayed her right in the eyes with venom. Groaning, yowling, and squeezing her eyes shut, Tazama repeated "Sh-She was just scared... she was just scared... she..." over and over, in an attempt to reassure the others, as well as herself, that the cobra didn't hate anyone, and therefore, was not evil. The miraculous timing haunted Vitani. The cobra had entered their lives right when Vitani's mind was overwhelmed with fears of being bitten. She had to wonder it had been a cruel joke from the Lions of the Past, themselves... ____ After a difficult decision to have Tazama sit several missions out until her eyes recovered... if they recovered... a certain someone showed up with a 'get well' gift of sweet-smelling flowers. It was the cobra, who'd introduced herself as 'Fukiza'. She'd snuck into the healing area of the Lair from under the Lion Guard's detection, and explained to Tazama that she did not mean to temporarily blind her. She simply had poor control of her venom and was truly a nice snake. She was native to the Tree of Life, and came to the Pridelands to sample fragrances from East African flower species to add to her collection, until Tazama startled her, believing she would be attacked first. Tazama had an open mind and understood Fukiza, and soon befriended her. The Keenest of Sight would eventually introduce Fukiza to the Lion Guard, who'd hesitantly warmed up to her. Tazama's friendship with Fukiza made Vitani realize how irrational and rather self-centered she'd been acting. She'd put her fears as Leader of the Guard over listening to a friend she'd often misunderstood, and she'd lost her way in looking out for overlooked animals who deserved their place in the Circle of Life as much as the animals Kion's Guard often saved. ____ Meanwhile, it appears an alliance is forming between evil forces in the barren Prideland-Outland border... Upon hearing the Rogue Trio's intentions to take over the Pridelands -- thanks to Uongo delivering a message in the form of mimicked voices -- Ngurumo took the rogues under his wing. Ngurumo, though not too pleased to work with a predator, managed to fit them perfectly into his plan. He feigned sympathy over the lions' banishment as he'd been banished too, and promised them a way to gain the land, without telling them his own intentions on obtaining the land for himself... The Rogue Trio eventually obliged, still confused as to why their potential dinner was overseeing the plans to take over. While they took their time perfecting their plan, they were not the only threat that awaited the Lion Guard... ____ ((Author's Notes: I know I didn't have a proper fanfic for this episode, but it's still in chronological order. I kinda just wanted to try just writing summaries about my art/headcanons like in older installments of VG because I feel like I can't come up with strong dialogue all the time After some research, I realized I'd actually modeled Fukiza after an Indian Monocled cobra, and wrongfully identified her as an Egyptian cobra in her initial reference/bio. To make sense of this geographical mix-up without changing her appearance because I consider her eye marking a nice connection to the plot, I decided she would originate from the Tree of Life, which I presume occupies India or Pakistan. This wouldn't be the first time an Indian cobra was wrongfully called an Egyptian cobra (see: Ushari) I know spitting cobra venom has a chance of blinding a target, but after researching its potency, I found that that doesn't always happen, but the results are still horrific. I figure Tazama will heal, but not without altered eyesight and chronic flare-ups of symptoms This episode was a great opportunity to play with the Brush Settings in Photoshop. Instead of relying on using a transparent image of real patches of grass as a brush in GIMP (which is I believe is plagiarism, big booboo in my past art), I decided to draw my own blades of grass and use the scattering feature to lessen the work of drawing individual blades each time Fun Fact: This episode was first being worked on in October until I lost time to work on it. It was originally going to fit the whole 'fear' theme I had going on, along with the episode that I did manage to release then. I found time now to work on it now that it's Spring Break. And yeah I know it's April 1st, but this is not joke art lol. It is actually part of the timeline and was being made to be released yesterday))

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Friendships: Brooke's Friends

Next up and second-to-last for the friendship posts, we have Brooke~! Honestly, his was originally going to be the shortest as Brooke only has one true friend from Mareas(Shannon), but to make his post a similar length to the others I included Meredith and Adrien. Despite them being his older sister and brother-in-law, but Mere was always his best friend growing up and he does grow to have a good relationship with Adrien too once he comes into Mere's life. But yeah, I hope you enjoy!

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- Mareasian Friends

. Shannon: His best friend of several years. They first became acquainted as young teens as they had a lot of the same lessons together, at first not talking much together until they got paired to work on an assignment together. As they started spending more time together other people caught on to their dynamic, and encouraged them to become a couple. While they only dated for about a month due to social pressure, they had a mutual breakup as both realized it was not something they wanted for themselves, with them remaining friends afterwards and actually becoming a lot closer as they gained a better understanding of the other. Over the years as they explored not just their sense of style but also their sense of self and identity together they have opened up about so much with each other. Their insecurities, struggles with their mental health, problems fitting into their society and living up to everyone’s expectations, and so much more that they don’t always feel comfortable sharing with other people. One of these things was their sexualities, as they both felt a relief when they found out the other was not straight since it not only helped explain why their brief relationship didn’t work out, but also because they now had someone to relate to in that area and feel safe talking about that part of themselves with. Despite them both becoming seen as “deviants” in their society many still see potential in the two being together, so they often act as each other’s “cover date” for events and situations that require it.

. Meredith: His older sister, but the one he has considered his best friend since they were little. With how traumatic and troubling his childhood was, by far the best thing in his life was his relationship with Mere. The two have been through a lot together as siblings and have always been by each other's side, comforting each other through their stressful moments and bonding through the good ones, and they both inspire each other in many ways. Their bond is so close that many often mistake them for being twins, despite the two-year difference in their ages. They may have their occasional disagreements and bickering sibling moments, but both would not trade each other for the world. She is the only person in their family that he has felt safe and comfortable enough to come out to, both about his sexuality and who his lover is, and greatly appreciates her support and how she helps cover for him whenever he is going to see his love.

. Adrien: Used to be pretty suspicious of Adrien at first, mainly as he knew Mere had dealt with many uninterested suitors in the past and wanted only the best for his sister. It took a bit for him to warm up to him, but after a while of getting to know him he came to see how much of a good person he genuinely is. From the few times he has tagged along with Mere and Adrien's outings, he could see just how much they built up a loving connection and he was among the first who approved and supported them being together. They don't really hang out much on their own, but Brooke does enjoy talking with him and they do have some things they bond over, such as obscure and generally "disliked" genres of music.

- The Other Main Characters:

. Ignatius: His lover whom he has been in a relationship with for over 5 years, but they have been actual friends for almost a decade and always had an inexplicable gravitation to the other. Their friendship started when Nate decided to put an end to their childhood rivalry, offering for them to end it and become friends instead during their next meeting together. While Brooke was skeptical of this at first, knowing that Nate genuinely did not like him for a period of time, he quickly accepted as he himself wanted to become friends. Brooke may have played it off a bit at first but he was genuinely excited when he heard Nate wanted to be his friend, as he always thought he was pretty cool even when they did get on each other's nerves. While they did not get to see each other often, when they did get to they focused on getting to know each other better on a more personal level, sharing some things about themselves they could not share with others, and during this time was when they realized how much they both enjoyed the other's company.

. Talia: One of his other close besties, these two get along so well it causes many people to worry whenever they see them together. They relate to each other on a lot of things, mainly having the nobles of their respective kingdoms having such harsh and negative views of them and not bothering much to give them a chance, and both generally having out-going and fun-loving personalities, but they do have a deeper understanding of each other. They just want to live their lives unconstrained from others' expectations, and they are big supporters of the other's ventures in life. They always recommend fun things to do to each other and know how to liven up any stuffy or boring royal event together with their mutual love for partying and dancing, so whenever Arian and Mareas have events together other people are often wary when these two get together, as there is no way of knowing what they will get up to together this time.

. Hestia: While they are not close enough yet to be considered friends, they are fairly friendly to each other before the main adventure. While Tia was initial wary of him, knowing he was her older brother's childhood rival for the longest time, Brooke always made it a point to be friendly and try to engage in conversation with her, even if it was a slow process. In time as they get to know each other better she eases up to him, and they both find it relieving to have a few things in common such as both of them being neurodivergent. It made him so happy having her eventually warm up to him, and he finds it charming how she gets all excited to talk about pirates and Mareasian history with him, happily indulging in her ideas and plans whenever she is in Mareas. Their relationship does get more tense during the main adventure after the secret of his and Nate's relationship gets out, as things get awkward and Tia becomes unsure of how to interact with him as she processes all of their history together, but eventually they come to an understanding of each other and become good friends.

. Amaya: A good friend of his, with him always appreciating how she made it a point to get to know him for who he truly is and not how most others perceive him. They have a fairly good and playful relationship, but after opening up about their insecurities and anxieties more to each other they have that deeper understanding and connection with each other to not be afraid of talking about more serious topics. They both also bond over their mutual love for dancing, having an appreciation for how beautiful the art form can be, and they have taught the other some moves from their respective favorite styles.

. Gaia: Another good friend of his, even if they did not have many one-on-one interactions before. Both being pretty friendly people, they get along pretty good and have more of a playful friendship, where they both encourage the other's adventurous and curious natures. They enjoyed getting to see and talk with each other when they could before the main adventure, and while things were tense for everyone during it, their friendship really flourished after it as everyone got closer together. In particular for Brooke and Gaia, he becomes inspired by her to eventually take up witchcraft for himself. He was at first very hesitant on actually studying or practicing it due to Mareas generally finding it to be evil and sinful, but by getting to know Gaia and her craft more he starts to see the positive and liberating sides of it. After he gets more into his craft, he enjoys talking all about witchcraft and different spells with her, and combining their respective crafts to create new spells and potions.

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Hello can i have a romantic twisted wonderland matchup plz

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual ally

Zodiac: Capricorn

Appearance: 5’2 African American hourglass body type black curly wavy hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks (i also wear glasses now but only 50% of the time cause im still getting used to it)

Personality: kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward clumsy low self esteem low confidence sassy sarcastic soft spoken

Likes: animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime cartoons music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets and bread helping

Dislikes: spiders loud sounds people who harm others people who dont take others into consideration people i care about not caring for themselves not being listened to math and math tests weird holes and patterns

Love language:

Giving: acts of service gift giving and physical affection if they’re comfortable with it

Receiving: words of affirmation and physical affection

Extra: i pace a lot i talk to myself i sing when im alone and im a picky eater

Thank u

Hello! Thank you so much for your ask and for your patience! While looking this over, I has to really think about who to match you up with because I had so many ideas and who to match you up with but I finally managed to find who I think would be best!!

I match you with.......

Idia Shroud

🎮 Okay, it took me a while to finally decide and each idea took me right back to our believed firey haired, introverted housewarden, and for good reason.

🎮 90% of your personality corresponds with his own and from that alone has both of you corresponding rather well with one another.

🎮 Now, it took a good amount of time before the relationship even started between the two of you, also because of your personalities. It took a lot of movie nights, anime marathons, all night game nights, and even a little bit of talking here and there between all of that, and with a good help and push from Ortho, he managed to confess and yes, his hair was a furious shade of pink both during and after the confession.

🎮 Afterwards? Once in this relationship with you, knowing you for as long as he had, and growing more and more comfortable around you, you certainly begint k see his more confident side, how his ego soars when he defeats a rather hard boss or how you greatly compliment his skills. He will soak all that up like a freaking sponge.

🎮 He has his own bouts of low self esteem (who are we kidding, he has them basically 24/7), but he will not stand seeing you with such low self esteem. How do you not see just how wonderfully amazing you are?! You are basically the limited edition, once in a lifetime UR pull and he managed to be the one to call you his! He didn't even think he was one of the options! This is where he likes to help you out......

🎮 Physical affection isn't his strong suit, it really isn't, but when time self esteem gets bad enough, he will push right on through thay, trying to be exactly what you need in moments like this. It starts off simple, his fingers gently latching onto yours, and if you don't show signs of pulling away, that's when he pulls you close to him, so your basically enveloped in his tall frame. Both of your personal favorite is now when you're drawing in his usual hoodie, laying in his bed, and snuggled under the warm covers while watching an anime or watching him play a game.

🎮 As for him? Anything you give him is treated as if it were the most precious thing in the world (it is) and he has grown all but addicted to your touch and when not anyone anyone else and in the comfort of his room or yours, he will actively seek it out (it's honestly like watching a cat leaning into you for affection and it's beyonf adorable).

🎮 It literally says in his bio that this man loves sweets. That they are his favorite food (not exactly food, but okay), so expect him to have a stash located literally anywhere and everywhere. Even in your dorm room, he now keeps a stash.

🎮 Overall, it took a lot of time to actually get into a relationship with him but it really was all worth it in the end. He loves you, and he wouldn't change that for anything in the world.

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Can they fall asleep anywhere? Or are do they need an optimum condition to sleep in?

What does a lazy morning consist of?

Does your OC prefer early nights or late mornings?

Here's some for the awesome Nomin! <3

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Can they fall asleep anywhere? Or are do they need an optimum condition to sleep in?

This one feels interesting because Nomin is fairly nomadic for a large portion of her life! It's only when we're talking about her life on the Island Sanctuary that she largely considers that a stationary home for her and her family. So...the assumption would be that she could fall asleep virtually anywhere, but when I think about it, I don't think she can!

Nomin dislikes the cold, so if it's cold, she can't really sleep that well. Nights in Ishgard, Coerthas, Dravania, Sharlayan, and Garlemald were very tough for her! Same for venturing through Eureka. She'll need prep and time to get warm before she feels comfortable enough to sleep. Generally this means decent fires or fire shards / crystals that can radiate warmth or imbue warmth.

Other than that, if it's temperate and generally pretty agreeable weather, Nomin can fall asleep in a good number of places. Including upon the back of her horse, Mori. So long as she's properly secured upon her saddle or just in general upon his back. She does utilize methods learned from the Dataqi people in how to manage this.

What does a lazy morning consist of?

Hm...a lazy morning for Nomin is definitely just being able to lounge in bed for a good ten to twenty minutes. Taking time to collect her thoughts and get ready for the rest of the day -- having that luxury of doing so. When camping out, sometimes she'll stir and open up the flap of her tent to let in some air to both take it in as well as air out any staleness that might have accumulated over the night.

Staying at an inn or personal room, it's the luxury of having a private bath to soak in. Having the time to take care of her scales more thoroughly with coconut oils, as well as take care of any loosened scales that might be that way because more scales are growing in. It may not sound lazy on the surface, though to Nomin, it does seem trivial than waking up and having to be right back at work in some fashion as the Warrior of Light. You can tell if she hasn't had a chance to care properly for herself if her scales look dull or even disheveled due to not having the time to care for them.

With Estinien in her life, it's just getting to bask with him on a morning he also decides to be lazy since I imagine he sticks pretty diligently to a morning routine and keeping his body and skills sharpened for whatever may come. He's just used to it as something he's done for 20+ years of his life. But sometimes...sometimes a morning rolls by where it's just nice to have the company of your partner and feel love and give love in return.

Does your OC prefer early nights or late mornings?

Definitely depends.

Nomin enjoys stargazing, and in fact, believes the Steppe to have some of the most brilliant transitions from day to night. If she ever asks to share a night of stargazing with you while on the Steppe, it's because she wants to share with you one of the most beautiful sights she holds dear.

Outside of that, however, I believe Nomin more prefers tucking in early at night as opposed to having a late start on her morning. Especially when she becomes a parent, not that she has too much choice in when she's awake and when she's asleep until a certain point in the children's lives, haha.