#bc he had already positioned himself as their protector

[fortheloveofexy]

I'm thinking about how like, aside from perhaps Renee, none of the Foxes had ever truly tried to connect with Andrew before.

Sure, there were people who wanted to connect with him - Aaron, at first, then Nicky. Even Kevin, in his clumsy way, is trying to build an emotional bond with Andrew. But nobody is able to fully reach him because nobody is speaking to him in a language he understands.

Nobody, that is, until Neil comes along.

[moonlit-escape]

✩°｡⋆⸜🍀 ✮ Travis Mystreet headcanons !!

as of right now i'm literally in the travis s1 'fit. minus the green high-tops but i do have lime and avocado socks

5'8 (172.8cm)

irish / african-american (i wld edit the icon to my vision but man. whatever. albino travis ftw)

polysexual

trans man

for the lesbians (i'm pretty sure i'm the only one on board w this joke. anyway lesbian protector travis)

baby brother friend of the group (along w dante)

mostly just a silly little guy, so sometimes when he busts out the actual depth of his true emotional maturity it gives people whiplash

just an affectionate and touchy guy in general and likes to drape himself all over everybody. he has a list of specific positions he feels like resting in assigned to specific people

garroth is for lap naps, laurance is for hugs from behind (most of the time bc he wants to know what he's cooking. he has gotten scalded and scolded for it, he will not stop.), dante is just for leaning on in general, katelyn is for piggy back rides, aph is an armrest, vylad is for crushing with his entire body weight like a cat, kacey is also for crushing with his entire body weight but then getting violently kicked in the gut bc kacey flails when he can't breathe, aaron holds him like a princess and then flings him off when he wants to get up, he just fucking runs up to gene and jumps on him at any given moment with equal mixture violent retribution and friendly excitement

loves his friends like family as they're the only family he really feels like he has

he values family above all else, especially with how… unstable and absent his was growing up

is prone to act like a brat and throw tantrums when he's mad or annoyed because he hates being seriously angry. it's... terrifying being angry

favourite food is tacos not only because. well. they're tacos, but because the first day he met him, dante invited him over to his house and they had tacos for dinner

gene is actually his favourite cook (sorry laurance)

keeps in close touch with vylad and sends him snapchats aaaall the time. especially if he's hanging out w garroth

he mostly watches cute, funny, slice-of-life and magical girl animes. but, he also likes the dark ones like madoka magica, alien9, evangelion, and wonder egg priority

i actually. have a list of animes i think he wld watch.

has an anime girl figurine collection. a couple of them are miku bc they were gifts for dante, but dante already bought them for himself

has a nendoroid collection, too, but they're all anime boys. and it's smaller. but they're all really good ones

his manga shelf is filled with nothing but gl series and exactly one row full of berserk

the man loves avocados. avocado toast eatin ass

he has a habit of forgetting to bring his clothes into the bathroom when he takes a shower

whenever he has a shower and it's too cold for him in the house (nearly always), he wraps the towel around his chest, and holds it up by 2 fingers like 🤟

any time he walks out of the shower like that and runs into dante in the hall, the two stop. stare at each other. and he strikes a sailor moon pose and then they go about their business

[stupendousfoxthing]

https://www.tumblr.com/stupendousfoxthing/757945437176168448/stop-writing-essays-trying-to-fake-concern-over-jk?source=share

Sure. Coz forcing him to make lunch after he woke from a nap is equal to him being too tired to stand and still shooting bcs they have contracts. Dumbasses 🙄

Assuming that you are a jikooker, I know you don't really see jungkook as anything but a jimin obsessed alpha protector who has no personality outside of him being in love with jimin. I know y'all don't give a shit about jungkook. And it shows. He was visibly exhausted during that time. He had his own album to promote. To work on. And he had to squeeze in the schedule of that show in between. And don't give the he could've said no argument. He is an idol still under that company's contract. Doing a live without asking for permission and refusing to shoot for a show are too different to even compare.

Yes he looks happy in the show. Bcs they were shooting a show. It's not all organic. Do you really think he'll sit still sulking and they'll make an 8 episode series out of it? They know they have to entertain. That's the whole point of that show. It wasn't a "healing" trip. It was work.

And no one here even talked about jimin. He is in the same position as jungkook. He doesn't have much control over their schedules. We are mad at the company.

I always hear people say that all jikookers are actually pjms and people like you are proving it right. Our concern over jungkook made you raise your heckles and instead of giving a shit about his health, you started going on a jimin protection crusade. Pathetic ass breed 🙄

It is truly amazing that they came in here to argue against my post where I said one of the most insidious things this fandom had done is paint valid concern as anti behavior...by trying to paint valid concern as anti behavior. Yes, I noticed they were getting defensive about Jimin and their ship. Because that's what they took my concern for Jungkook as an attack against. When I specifically called out the company. And of course they didn't read the last part of my post (love that they told me to stop posting about this...on my Tumblr account): I absolutely do no trust their health and safety to that company. It's worrying. If anything questionable comes out during Are You Sure with them being sick or injured I'm going to be livid knowing they gave them no time to properly rest or heal before enlistment.

I said "their health" and "them" for a reason. 😀 The other point of my post, with examples that I guess anon didn't even bother to look at, was that Jungkook has pushed himself beyond his bodies limits. On multiple occasions. So we know he will do that, and smile through it. I included an example of him smiling for the cameras while in pain! I hope they did enjoy their time shooting this show, but that has absolutely nothing to do with my concern for his health during a packed schedule right before enlistment. Anon is so sure I would feel differently if it was Taekook. Here's the thing: I wouldn't! Kind of my thing being a Taekooker and BTS stan in general who does not give a flying fuck about being given "content". I don't need it. I definitely don't want it if it means monopolizing their already extremely limited time for rest.

I have not gotten an essay from these anons yet that wasn't fighting air. They're so insecure they're just constantly making up things to be mad about. They live in an alternate reality they've built for themselves, and they think we live there too. But it's like trying to answer to people from another planet. Devoid of all the context of everything I've actually said here.

[zonerz]

your alvi character is soooo cute and cool looking i love him…

OMG ���� TYSMMM He’s my pride and joy and I love him so so much!!! I have sm I still wanna do with him and I'm so so excited for KHML to get him back into the action! 🫶 Unfortunately that also means he will, on some level, being Going Thru It but that's a small price to pay for more content of my boy <3 <3 <3

I hope u dont mind me taking this moment to ramble abt his general deal and vibe bc I feel like my thoughts are all scattered throughout my art with him 😭🙏 Will add a cut and reading past is ofc optional but TYSM for the interest in general! His design is so fun to doodle and he’s got a whole Dreamhouse Closet of fits 👍

But!! Basically in UX my boy joined Vulpes and got his keyblade on his bday, Dec. 25th when he turned 13-14 or so :] he started out on his own and was pretty quiet but very compassionate which paid off in the long run and got him some good friends (both in the form of Ephemer and co. and then with my friends' keykids Vivian and Vial--highly rec checking out their art too btw !!! @thequibblingking13 and @thatalien404 I love Vial and Vivi so so much as well 🥺)

As he pulled in these new friendships (and in the case of Vivi and Vial, practically family/siblingship) Alvi ends up having that compassion fuel him to become more skilled with his keyblade, learn more about how to best guilt and use medals, the best ways to Raid, etc. in order to be able to both protect/keep the people he loves safe as well as to be a teacher. He loved exploring new worlds and helping people in general and I think would end up being the kinda general Big Brother FigureTM who other kids could run to with questions--especially as he got into his later teens.

He ends up learning quite fast and scaling up pretty exponentially compared to some of his peers and, in general, ends up fairly competitive with the weekly rankings and PVP (friendly still, but ready to give it his all) and with that, he ends up taking that protector role more seriously as he becomes more competent. By the time the War really comes around when he's like 15-16, he ends up sticking around to fight in the hopes of shouldering as much weight as he can in the place of others, as well as wanting to shield Vivi and Vial as best as he can.

Though things definitely do get murkier as he gets stronger. I think that he'd always been a bit more open/neutral to darkness as a concept. He knows it can corrupt but would use it in small increments, however those would become larger and be used more often as time passed in trade for more strength--more capability. It would culminate at it's most out of control/chaotic when fighting with the Foretellers (shoutout to Ira who reflected every light attack BTW. like okay bro. u asked for this ig 😐) where he'd really just let loose and give it all, though it'd leave him weak and also pretty freaked out. Plus the whole almost dying thing definitely adds to that 😭 so he'd rein things in dramatically after waking up from the war.

As for the amnesia about the war, things shift a little bit here and I think he'd sorta wake up to reality pretty quick, especially with the nightmares. He loves Chirithy but his was never the best at lying, and despite whatever bumps in the road he and Ephemer had, he doesn't anticipate that he'd ever lie straight to his face. So when he confronts Skuld and Ephemer about it all? Well, they hesitate enough to tell him something's up at the very least--as he suspected. He's sympathetic to his friends' new position as defacto leaders though and, being a pretty natural leader-type himself, knows how precarious of a situation it is regarding information on the war. It's horribly distressing for him to remember everything to say the least, and he figures himself pretty capable of handling it, so the thought of having so many of the other kids remember en masse and just start hurting despite it being over just leaves him feeling sick. He doesn't like lying either though, and it feels wrong to hide such a huge event--which the others sympathize with bc damn they're dealing with that conflict too 😭 But, ultimately, Alvi agrees to remain quiet about the whole ordeal--even to Vivi and Vial whom he shared everything with. Which creates. Problems. 😬

In the weird mundane time they spend in the digital daybreak before things start glitching and life is just continuing "as usual" Alvi ends up inadvertently pulling back from Vivi and Vial (as they can tell something is Up) and gets closer to all of the Union Leaders! I really think he'd get along well and have unique but fun friendships with each and every one of them :> There's already that like Besties Bond with Ephemer and Skuld, but I think he'd really love Ven, Brain, and Lauriam, too. He and Lauriam would be the tallest two of the bunch and I think would lowkey prod each other about it in a mini competition as they both continued growing, he would ADORE Ven and love carrying him on his shoulders and such, and I think would just be chill and funny with Brain. Put them in a room together and the sarcasm level doubles 🤝

When Vivi and Vial finally figure things out abt the War tho, and that Alvi was actively lying to them, ehm... 😬 Things begin going downhill FAST from there. He doesn't really have any good explanation for himself as he just wanted to protect them at his core, but it was still not the best way to probably deal with it. That said though, what's WORSE is how he responds to the question of whether he'd do it again and uh. Well. 🤡🤡🤡

So suffice to say, Vivi and Vial feel pretty damn betrayed and generally angry at him but Alvi has hope they can patch things up and get it all sorted out. But with each attempt to be more transparent about things, Alvi keeps having to clam up because a lot of the stuff he's been doing have been with the Union Leaders and needs to remain kinda lowkey, so he ends up being unable to really tell that much which just comes across as condescending at best for Vivi and Vial. And then the glitches start showing up 🧍‍♂️

Alvi, in the midst of trying to both apologize and explain once more to them both, gets pulled away to go help Ephemer investigate what's going on at the Clocktower. He leaves his little siblings with the promise that, the very moment he comes home, he will tell them everything and share everything about all the worlds he's seen since--just like how things used to be. They have his word! And it's still shaky ground but a potential light at the end of the tunnel! But, well, then he and Ephemer end up in Game Central Station and things get very out of hand very fast. The end of the game unravels faster than they can keep up and the last "interaction" Alvi has with his siblings is Vivi crumbling in her own fight across town as the feeling of Alvi getting that hit to the heart from Ephemer echoes through to her oTL

The end of UX makes me SO. AUGH. I feel like I've already talked a lot but there's just So Much in my head for my poor little guy and MAN. His end would follow the canon ending of the game pretty closely. He'd stick around with Ephemer and Skuld and help see the other Leaders off in the Ark with the intention to go grab Vial and Vivi and get them inside to safety before things go wrong again. One little thing I wanna draw or poke at somehow tho is that like, I think he'd give little mementos/gifts to the others before they send them off in the ARK. To Brain and Lauriam, he'd give them each one of his earrings, Elrena would get his neon bracelets, and Ven would get a moogle chain he always kept on his dufflebag :>

As for the final fight. MANNNN. I think that Alvi would be able to put on a pretty convincing act and, somewhat bitterly, kinda goes down the line of like "Well, I really am a liar lately, so what's one more?" and he'd go all-in to ensure Ephemer was pushed to his limit. WHICH SUCKS AND HURTS MY HEART TO THINK ABOUTTT. But he'd pull it off, and he'd get that shot to the heart, and I think in that fight it's poetic if he was fighting more in a stance like YX than usual. Smth smth foreshadowing also legacy etc. 🫶🫶🫶 He'd go out proud and happy, even if it was immensely bitter knowing the last memories his friends all shared with him.

Suffice to say I have SOOOO many thoughts abt him and I am SO excited for Missing Link to do a round 2 bc I have a rough idea of what I wanna do for his arc/character-wise on his second time around and I am also so hyped to get Brain back 🥺🥺🥺 I think their friendship is going to be so so crucial to Alvi in ML and I cannot WAIT to get into it!!! And OFC THE WHOLE RAISING OF XEHANORT??? MANNNNN. He would love Xehanort with everything he had. It's so bittersweet that he would've passed before Xeha started learning how to do a whole lot with the keyblade and got all manipulated by destiny bc like. Alvi would not be perfect, but he would've loved to train him himself. Which like also ik I'm #Coping and whatever but I'm just gonna say that Alvi, after passing in KHDR, is just chilling in Quadratum bc I'm sorry but he's far too stubborn to die and just leave his son behind so soon 🫶 I only have memes with them so far but I truly believe that Alvi and Xeha have a Like Father Like Son dyanmic thang going on. A long line of guys with something wrong with them 🫶💖

ANYWAYS IVE ALREADY TALKED SO MUCH AND COULD GO ON, APOLOGIES, BUT I LOVE LOVE LOVE MY LITTLE GUY AND ALL THE PREQUEL KEYKIDS SM ‼‼‼💖💖💖

[commanderthalys]

Ro’wynne and her relationships with the rest of the firstborn

Doing all of this under the cut bc it’s gonna be a long ass post

Wynn

Wynn thought it was fun that she shared part of a name with Ro, and used to joke that Ro’wynne quite literally wasn’t complete without her. While Ro was watching over her siblings in the night Wynn would often come and sit quietly with her, when unable to sleep due to the secret she carried (I think it weighed really heavily on her). Ro never pried but it seemed that was enough for Wynn. They rarely held an actual conversation yet always seemed to be close due to their dream connection. Ro doesn’t know the truth about Caithe killing her and I don’t think will ever know. She pleaded with Wynn not to leave, they had already lost Riannoc, but Wynn had reassured her before leaving that she’s be alright.

Caithe

Ro and Caithe have had a strained relationship due to many different factors. She loves Caithe, but was very upset at how she treated the secondborn sylvari. She then went with Caithe to rescue the second born that were captured by asura and stayed with them while Caithe pursued Wynn. She sees her sister as selfish due to her secretive nature, and Caithe thought she was cold due to her rough personality. Over time Ro does gain an admiration for her efforts against the elder dragons. They don’t get along very well but do love each other even if they have a hard time communicating that. Post mordrem corruption they haven’t seen much of each other.

Dagonet

Ro admires his position as a diplomat but worries a lot about him. When he first left to study away from the grove she gave him a thorn from her armor to remember her by, and to use in emergencies. She tried to teach him how to defend himself before he left, and the thorn was as close as she could get to being there herself to keep him safe. They write letters to each other somewhat often and he tells her about his studies abroad. I think this quote from him

“A true sylvari should have two hearts: one soft and pliable as hot wax, and the other as hard and impenetrable as an icy diamond. The first, he should show to his companions, the second, to his enemy. Woe to the one for whom the two are the same.” Is inspired by her.

He writes more to her post mordrem recovery, she can’t really travel so he tries to bring bits of the world to her.

Faolin

it sounds like Faolin’s always been a little shit in many respects from what I’ve read lmao. She used to mess with Ro’wynne and test her patience when they were saplings. After the Wynn incident Ro’s connection to the dream allowed her to feel her mother’s bitterness towards Faolin, and although she didn’t know what had happened, she stuck with the Pale Tree. Once Faolin created the court and started tormenting the rest of her kind though, all bets were off. Ro’wynne’s only left the grove a few times in her life prior to HoT, and she went with Caithe to twilight arbor to put a stop to Faolin’s nightmare. By the end they hated each other, only for mordremoth to corrupt them both.

In a sick twist, Faolin was turned into the vinetooth creature by Mordrem Champion Ro’wynne. As mordrem they worked together to try and take down destiny’s edge, which ended with Caithe killing Faolain as we know. She does not miss Faolain but does regret not doing better in trying to help her against nightmare.

Kahendins

these two are very very close. Ro’wynne was the protector of everything Kahendins built. She’s so proud of him, she used to quietly sit by him as he would explain his plans to build a new house, or a new defense for the grove. He greatly enjoys her company and they live together, even though Ro has her own place now (I imagine she used to stay with him in the early days, and even after he shaped a house for her she stayed. He doesn’t mind).

Post mordrem he helps her heal and they do a lot of things together. They built a garden and he also built a quiet little spot for her to get away from all the noise when she needs it.

Malomedies

he was the Riannoc incident before the Riannoc incident and the reason Ro’wynne is so overprotective. She blames herself for not being there to prevent the asura experimenting on him. They weren’t super close but whenever he had nightmares after coming back she’d always be there as a shoulder for him to cry on. She’s one of the only people he makes an exception for, in being allowed to interrupt his studies. Mainly because she’s quiet and he knows she won’t bother him. Maybe also because he feels safer sometimes knowing she’s watching his back.

Riannoc

her baby brother, she loved him so much. His cheerful and outgoing personality would bring the hidden side of her out, and he would playfully mess with her as she watched over the grove. He looked up to her example as a warden for the grove, but when he decided to pursue Mazdak she begged him not to. Even when the Pale Tree gave him Caladbolg Ro’wynne feared for him. After the death of her brother Ro’wynne began taking her role as warden much more seriously, the first death of a sylvari was a great shock to everyone and she was going to do her best to prevent more of them.

Trahearne

due to his time spent away from the grove they never grew very close. Her connection to the dream allowed her to check on him from far away, and on nights he was lonely in Orr, he’d still find himself able to fall asleep feeling safe. At the world summit during lws2 he saw her flee with the mordrem and later he caught glimpses of her as a mordrem, ravaging the pact. They don’t see each other for years and he assumes she’s dead until he visits the grove and learns about her recovery. They still haven’t talked though, he’s been busy with his own life and he’s not quite sure how he’ll be able to handle seeing her, the one that killed so many of his soldiers and turned many more. She likewise is afraid of him, he was the pact marshal and he ordered cannons to be fired against her. She of course understands his reasons but those thoughts still linger.

Aife

they’re pretty close after HoT. Aife had always seen her as a distant figure (most did) but she was one of the firstborn, along with Niamh, who first met her post mordrem. Due to her position as a luminary the two don’t see each other often but try to spend as much time as they can together when they have it.

Niamh

Niamh officially founded the wardens as a group, and Ro’s been one since the start. The two of them are very alike when it comes to being protectors, and Niamh understands a lot of Ro’s reasoning for many things. As saplings the two would bicker over who should be the one to keep watch, etc, and Ro would often win just due to her imposing presence. However, the two do love each other. Post HoT Niamh is very wary of letting a mordrem into the grove, but over time the two are able to regain trust with each other.

[sweet--sweet--muffin]

My Millennial Tree Cookie Headcannons bc why tf not-

• Millennial Tree is bigender and doesn’t mind going by any pronouns (but mainly likes to go by She/Her and He/Him) I got this headcanon from a silly thought where Millennial Tree is just Father Time in the body of Mother Nature, and this thought spiked in my head when I found out he’s a  m a n.

• She likes to go on a morning or nightly stroll throughout the forest. She be singing like a Disney princess while doing so. (as if she isn’t already a Disney princess).

• Can also tame even the most vicious animals.

• Her smile is so gentle and serene, it can calm the most furious storm

• While Millennial Tree might seem nonchalant about anyone threatening him, it doesn’t stop him from protecting the land from anything that may endanger it and gets worried about how the effects of said threat has impacted on the ones she holds dear. He’s especially worried about what DE and Pomegranate did to Wind Archer Cookie when he was Night Raven, because she can imagine the suffering he had to endure and has to reassure Wind Archer that it’s not his fault for letting the darkness consume him.

• Millennial Tree is basically like Oogway from Kung Fu Panda in a way

• She fucking loves Wind Archer dearly and for l i f e andhefeelsthesamethoCOUGH. MT is very appreciative of him as her guardian and protector, but sees him as something more to her than that and cherishes him as her dear friend (being called a “friend” by the Millennial Tree, the very being he is sworn to protect, bewildered Wind Archer at first but felt honored and humbled by the sentiment)

• MT is very fond of Carol Cookie, Mint Choco Cookie and Clover Cookie, along with their music, but is also curious about the kind of music that DJ Cookie makes. MT and DJ Cookie formed an unlikely yet unique friendship over this.

• Speaking of which, due to being foreign to the current period of time, Millennial Tree occasionally messes up figures of speech and has a tendency to use very outdated slang in an attempt to socialize with her fellow Cookies. (Her fellow Cookie friends would find the effort adorable)

• He wished there is something he can do to undo Sea Fairy’s curse, but SF appreciates the thought and insists that this is something she has to fight on her own. MT’s kindness towards her is one of the things that brings warmth to her heart and it’s also one that motivates her to fight her fate.

• She can manipulate the height of her own Cookie form, but her real height is that she’s fucking b i g. Like bigger than any of the dragons’ cookie forms and the OG legend squad (Moonlight, Wind Archer, Sea Fairy and Fire Spirit) had to hold in their laughter at their height differences, much to the dragons’ dismay.

• MT loves to lay in flowerbeds and admire the sky. He sometimes ends up falling asleep and his sleeping position in laying down is messy, looking like he fell from the 7th floor. Wind almost had a heart attack when he thought that he’s dead but MT is actually just sleeping. His snoring is soft tho-

• MT has a one-sided rivalry to Timekeeper and finds the effort in TK being a stronger time user than her kinda concerning bc even though it might not seem like it, MT actually cares for Timekeeper’s well-being. Timekeeperishellagayforherbutshewon’tadmitthat-

• He met Adventurer Cookie in The City of The Millennial Tree by the time where MT’s curse was broken and when Adventurer came to check what the hell was going on as he had heard a big sound in the forest, he saw Millennial Tree. Adventurer basically fell for his beauty and just... asked him so many questions about the city (and abt MT himself ofc). They became friends after this and Adventurer would share his stories from his adventures whenever MT asks him about them out of genuine curiosity.

• The dragons don’t like her. Not one bit. Probably the one thing they all can agree on. They never thought about her serene, warm smile when they saw her. Pitaya definitely didn’t thought about how feisty and bold MT can be, especially when she was made aware of Pitaya’s awakening. Ananas definitely didn’t thought about her consideration and thoughtfulness in protecting the land she calls home. Lotus definitely didn’t thought about her soothing voice that would probably be in tune with their own melody when they’d play their mandolin. Lychee definitely didn’t thought about how fun of a playmate she could be when they saw her playing with the Cookiemals. And Longan definitely didn’t thought about how the mere thought of MT herself brings an abundance of warmth in their chest. Yeah. They all hate her very much.

• Fire Spirit once burned MT’s head branch for fun when he’s out in the forest and didn’t realized that branch belonged to someone. Or rather attached to someone- And that’s how those two met. MT was pretty chill abt the encounter despite his head branch being burnt tho.

• MT explained her meeting with Fire Spirit to Wind Archer and that’s how his tension with him increased, thinking that FS is actually gonna burn MT (which is an accident, at least to Millie).

• Butterflies like to crowd land on his branches and MT finds it adorable.

[1-up-chump]

You ever impulsively write a fic so indulgent out of nowhere and want to eat your hands? Yeah...

Basically raiden is sad and fujin is going to cheer him up in the most evil way possible bc thats what brothers do

!!DO NOT TAG AS A SHIP!!

In a storm, strong winds carry the dark clouds. To form and then dissipate, with a lack of air, the clouds stagnate and keep the rain pouring until the clouds wear themselves out. But without wind to carry a strong gathering of clouds, it floods disaster.

As a god of wind, it's fujin's duty to move things forward. And as a god of thunder, it's raiden's duty to gather and settle. Both of them are necessary to keep balance, if one of them loses their way, neither prosper. And fujin senses the dark clouds looming in raiden's heart once more. Somber clouds, this time, but something fujin cannot ignore.

Raiden often meditated a lot these days, to constantly avoid going down that dark path once more. But also a sort of self punishment, some days feeling so unworthy of his divine title that for a moment he wishes he were mortal. Knowing that now his champion liu kang had reached a divine status of his own thanks to the elder gods, raiden felt obsolete that he still had godhood. Liu kang was now a fire god and protector of earthrealm, and although the elder gods wished raiden to train him properly into his title, a part of him dreaded his future. It was much more manageable to deal with these thoughts some days. But not this day, the dark clouds became too much in raiden's mind.

"Isolation won't help you." Fujin said while walking closer to raiden, sitting down next to him. Raiden tilted his head away from fujin, still feeling guilt that he had snapped at his own brother earlier. Raiden may have already apologized to his brother, but not to himself. Raiden remained silent, pretending to be in deep meditation, although the only thing he was ever deep in was his own self loathing. A traitorous cycle of struggling with your own guilt when you already feel guilt about other things.

Sensing this, fujin sighed and figured it would take more than words to get raiden to speak with him. So he summoned the wind to knock raiden's hat upwards and onto fujin's head. Which annoyed raiden greatly, but unlike any other time he would turn to the wind god and scold him, he simply accepted it and stayed in position.

Fujin didn't realize how upset raiden was. He would have to distract him from this depression with a much more aggressive approach. Which ment he had to annoy his brother enough to redirect those emotions so he can have something to work with.

Raiden usually kept his head wrap on to keep his hair out of the way, but he didn't bother to put it on anymore as of late. So the thunder God's grayish white hair remained free. Free for fujin to grab a strand and tug gently, repeatedly, to get raiden's attention. Which was successful in annoying him enough to finally speak.

"What are you doing?" Raiden didn't turn around but fujin already knew he had a look of annoyance on his face.

"Forcing you to come out of the fort you built around yourself." Fujin said with a smile that raiden did not see, but could sense.

"I have my reason for that..." raiden said gravely.

"Regardless of the reason, it's no excuse to not turn around and greet your own brother." Fujin said, and after a few moments of silence and raiden still unmoving, leapt into the air and floated upside down in front of raiden.

Raiden finally made eye contact with fujin and gave a joyless smile. "Hello, fujin." He said with all the disinterest in conversation he could muster.

"Now that i have your attention, may you please get up so we can discuss this terrible mood your in that's blocking out the sunlight?" Fujin realigned himself to stand right side up and touch the ground. Indeed raiden's mental state had made the skies around the sky temple very dark and gloomy.

Raiden didn't feel like moving, he knew fujin was only trying to help him. But he felt frustrated that he still felt terrible, and he could try to hide it but it wouldn't change anything and fujin could tell.

"I appreciate your help fujin, but..." raiden only now felt the need to have his hat back on to hide the sadness plain on his face. "...i need time to let this pass." Averting his gaze was not enough to let raiden feel some sort of emotional protection. This vulnerability irritated him.

"It wont pass without my help." Fujin lowered himself to his knees and placed his hands on raiden's shoulders. After being still for a few moments, raiden leaned into fujin for a hug. Even with that, raiden still restrained himself from spilling out his true thoughts.

The skies were still grey, but of a lighter shade this time. Fujin knew that some progress was better than none. And was content in at least raiden relaxing for a while. Fujin knew raiden had to have at least laughed once to know he'd be alright. But none of their humorous conversations brought out anything more than a slight smirk. Fujin realized raiden hadn't laughed for a long time, long for even a God's standards. Or the very least fujin's standards.

Raiden had took a bath and let the hot waters take his dark mood away. There was a lingering feeling that despite the hot water relaxing him, as soon as he would get out he'd be miserable again. Raiden splayed a hand over his face and let out a deep sigh, he almost couldn't feel the small drops of tears well up in his eyes. Raiden felt so weary and considered letting himself cry, but a part of him just didn't allow himself to. Not out of pride but in a sense he didn't deserve to, he didn't know what was wrong with him. And the feeling of sadness turned to anger, at himself. Raiden had to force himself out of the bath, force himself to not be alone with his thoughts again. He didn't want to burden fujin with this again, and raiden decided to do something that a god usually never has to do.

Going to sleep.

Being conscious at the moment was borderline painful and meditation could only do him good so far. Raiden would force himself to sleep and let whatever nightmares take him, maybe that would be enough to make him feel like there was justice. It was such a dark thought but raiden couldn't help but feel he deserved it. After all he's done it was unforgivable for himself to ever have gone down a path of righteously blinding fury, becoming the kind of god he hated the most.

Raiden hardly registered fujin coming into his room as he was sitting on the bed, his back turned to fujin. Raiden was only wearing pants, thus displaying his glowing tattoos. More of a heavenly status than anything, all gods bore these as identification like a badge. While fujin's was flowing and elegant, raiden's was chaotic. The patterns on fujin's tattoos wrapped around him like wind, seemingly random but purposeful. Raiden's however, was like lightning scars that scattered all across his body. At one point he was proud of these, and then covered them up in shame. Raiden feared arrogance in himself and felt personally like displaying them was showing off his power and status as a former elder god. Almost like the mad god shinnok, the comparison made raiden feel ill. The thunder god wrapped his arms around him as if a sudden chill blew through him, feeling extremely vulnerable and shameful to be so exposed.

Raiden was about to sit up to find robes to cover himself when he felt something cold on his wrists and then pushed down onto the bed. Raiden knew these cuffs were only ment to restrain a god and he gave fujin a concerned look of confusion.

"I looked outside, the sky looks the same as it did this morning." Fujin said with a frown.

"Why did you restrain me?" Raiden said as he only gave his restraints one tug. To emphasize his question.

"You're being stubborn again, you won't let me help you." Fujin sighed and got off the bed to fetch a small box. "It's for your own good, really."

Raiden looked at the box, wondering what fujin was about to do.

"It may be cruel, but-" fujin opened the box and raiden blinked in mild confusion before realizing what was in it.

It was a box containing brushes ment for calligraphy. "-you forced my hand." Fujin said with playful mock sadness.

"What?" Raiden wasn't sure what fujin was doing until he took out a brush and looked down at raiden with a barely restrained smirk of mischief. The thunder God's eyes widened.

"No." Raiden said firmly as fujin lowered the brush towards raiden's stomach. "Don't..." raiden closed his eyes and held his mouth shut as he inhaled sharply through his nose when the brush made contact with his stomach.

"Still trying to hold in?" Fujin said as he tested raiden, moving the brush in circles around his navel. Raiden curled his hands into fists and tried to ignore the incredible ticklish sensation. "Stop..." raiden growled, and he couldn't help the corner of his mouth twitching upwards.

"Stop what?" Fujin tilted his head innocently. "I'm just going to write my name" fujin stopped his circling and moved the brush away from raiden's skin temporarily.

"Do, not. Fujin." Raiden knew what fujin was up to and the thunder god was not looking forward to it at all. He remembered now all those centuries ago what fujin did whenever the wind god was mad and spiteful enough.

"You don't want me to write my own name? That's fine, I'll write yours instead." Fujin smiled and dipped the brush into raiden's navel. Causing the thunder god to clench his stomach and let out a whine. "Fujin!" Raiden shouted angrily and then shut his mouth and twitched when fujin wiggled the brush inside his bellybutton.

"Now hold still~" fujin said as he started to write the invisible strokes to raiden's name in kanji. Causing raiden to break into giggles.

"D-dammit! Gheehehehehe~" raiden absolutely hated this, this horribly cruel tactic was childish and it worked without fail. As raiden tried to jerk his body away from fujin, the wind god shook his head and chuckled. "Tsk tsk, you messed me up. I'll have to start over agaaaain" fujin dipped the brush again into raiden's bellybutton and the thunder god let out a yelp.

"Stoohohop!" Raiden felt his face heat up with embarrassment at how ticklish it felt. He knew fujin would continue to do this over and over until he begged, raiden tried to hold still to let fujin 'write' his name but fujin trailed the brush over to his hip. Causing him to jerk away again.

"Oops! Messed up that stroke. This table sure is unstable~" fujin laughed and poked raiden again. Raiden's laughter only increasing.

"Shuhut uuup!" Raiden's eyes sparkled with electricity and his tattoos glowed, but he felt most of his power drain into his restraints. Usually he could always end it by electrocuting his brother, but it seemed that raiden was completely at the wind God's mercy.

"It's also incredibly noisy." Fujin teased by poking raiden's belly with the handle of the brush. "Maybe it should stop being so stubborn with me" fujin started to poke at raiden's thighs and the thunder god squeaked.

"NoHOOH not there! not theerrehehehe!" At this point raiden's eyes started to water with mirth. Already forgetting his sadness from the distraction of fujin's terrible torture.

"Ah i think its hopeless..." fujin said while absently poking raiden's stomach. "My table won't stop squeaking."

"Ehehehe fuckofffuckoff~" raiden shook his head while giggling and laughing uncontrollably.

"Ah ah~ what a rude table!" Fujin pinched raiden's hips and the god let out a loud yelp. Fujin set aside the brush and used his hands to kneed at raiden's sides and stomach.

"AAAHAhahaha noostop!! Plehehease~!!!" Raiden howled with laughter as fujin mercilessly tickled him for a little longer until giving him a short break.

"See? Now that wasn't so bad." Fujin smiled and pat raiden's stomach. Raiden panted and turned away from fujin with a grumpy smile.

"That... was cruel."

"Cruel?" Fujin's eyes were filled with mischief again. "Oh that wasn't cruel, brother."

Raiden watched as fujin started to lower his head towards raiden's belly. The thunder God's eyes widened and gently shook his head. "N-no, fujin please." As fujin took a breath, raiden's head wildly shook "mercy!" He squeaked. Fujin stopped and shot his head up to look at him, with that mischievous expression not leaving his face.

"No." fujin said with a smile and quickly dipped his head to blow raspberries on raiden's belly. Causing the thunder god to shriek and let out a deep, uncontrollable belly laughter. Pleading with fujin to stop as tears started to run down his face. Raiden's tattoos glowed stronger and the restraints began to spark electricity, eventually becoming overloaded and exploding in a flash of energy. Fujin rolled off the bed and raiden immediately held his belly as he curled up, still laughing.

"I... i wasn't expecting that to happen." Fujin was amazed that the restraints designed to hold a god was still too weak for raiden's power. The elder gods granted him the restraints as a last resort, which fujin would never use anyways for its original use.

Raiden was letting out laughter that sounded similar to crying. Which concerned fujin. "raiden?"

Raiden covered his face as the sudden burst of emotions tore his mental walls down. Letting himself cry, not believing he could try to successfully stop himself. He felt fujin's hand on his shoulder and tried to calm himself enough. "Thank... you." Raiden spoke meekly. He sat upright and fujin pulled him closer into a hug, raiden rested his face into the nook of fujin's shoulder and gently weeped into it.

The skies were settled as the storm finally came and went. The sky temple was wet with rain but the sky had never looked so peaceful. As thanks, raiden offered to braid fujin's hair the next morning. Although the wind god still teased raiden for doing a poor job, to which raiden responded with such cheeky behavior by sticking his fingers up fujin's armpits and letting out a small dose of electricity that caused the wind god to shriek with laughter. Fujin immediately crumpled to the ground apologizing.

And raiden laughed at fujin's grumpy expression, that melted into a mutual laughing fit.

[tartagilicious]

sun and moon > xiao

happy (late-ish) valentine’s day yall! thank you, mihoyo, for once again reminding me that i’m easily attached to emotionally unavailable pretty boys. the "I hate everyone but you" trope is real here, I wanna be his friend and gain his trust like this is a mf otome game. to anyone still pulling for him, good luck~ don’t worry, you have a little bit more time and more free rewards are also on the way!! have some soft xiao for good luck >:D // w.c 1.9k // not a request 

also a big ty to @seerie​ for being my beta reader, bc I don’t know what I’m doing 🥴

summer sky by asking for a friend

You hiss softly as Xiao runs a damp cloth over the gash adorning the length of your cheekbone, face scrunching as his eyes narrow in concentration. It feels somehow wrong to have him taking care of you, much less sitting in front of you and dressing your wounds himself.

A majority of the bleeding had stopped not long ago, but there's still another fear that plagues you more -- your agreement with the yaksha adeptus, or rather contract, specifically trying to combat injuries on your behalf.

You aren’t sure if chickening out on calling him in the midst of the situation you were hurt is grounds for breaking the contract somehow, though either way, Xiao has always seemed to be quite serious regarding his promises. You remember his first and only instructions to you weeks ago being clear and concise,

“If you awake to a knife at your throat, if monsters dig their claws into you, if death comes knocking at your door, call out my name; adeptus Xiao. I will be here when you call.”

Surely a small wound like this wasn’t serious enough?

Xiao pulls the fabric away from your face and silently notes what must be the mess of blood covering it, lips turning up in a grimace. His standards of emergency are usually as one would expect, though lately for whatever reason, even the smallest of your wounds tend to put him in a bad mood.

From such a standoffish person, it’s a bit hard to get used to or understand -- but a part of you is only happy to know that there’s a chance he might care more than he lets on.

“...The abyss mages, they just came out of nowhere,” You try to explain but the silence is deafening. Eyes downcast to the stool beneath your legs, you mumble, “It’s not that big of a deal.”

Xiao doesn’t give any more of a reaction than an arched brow and a slight gesture with the gruesomely dyed cloth. You half expect him to be irritated; to give you a lecture on keeping an eye on your surroundings or to take better care of yourself, but he doesn’t. Instead, he looks away and shakes his head, spiking your nerves with a low sigh.

He looks back at you as he rests his elbow on his knee and thrusts out the cloth again, almost in exasperation. “Why didn’t you call my name?”

You feel the blood drain from your face as the words leave his mouth, and suddenly, you’re terrified to answer honestly. As already long-established, Xiao is someone who despite thousands of years of trauma, remains as hard as the rock of the nation he watches over. Compared to his lifespan, you’re relatively immature, so the last thing you want is to give an embarrassing reason to make him think that you suddenly don’t trust him enough to help.

“I-I don’t know,” You stutter and curse pitifully inside your head as you return his eye contact. “But I can’t just call you every time I’m in trouble, especially when I think I can deal with it myself, right?”

He scoffs as if you’ve just said the most ridiculous thing.

“This shouldn’t have to be a discussion. Your capabilities don’t lack anything, but your hesitation may very well be the death of you.”

“I never hesitated,” Though your voice is more steadfast, any illusion of confidence is shattered by the way you fidget with your hands. “I only misjudged. I make mistakes sometimes, but I think you forget that I’ll heal even after the worst of these injuries.”

Xiao sighs and crumples the bloodstained cloth in the palm of his hand, caging himself in his arms before speaking again -- just as he always does.

“Don’t be outrageous, I haven’t forgotten anything.” He averts his gaze and for a moment, you swear that you notice the tips of his ears flush. “It’s only ignorant to assume that I want to see you injured.”

Your brows knit as a similar knot slides down your throat. “I just, I just don’t get why you’re so worried about it.”

He stares at you, once again, as if you’ve just said something completely outlandish -- as if it wasn’t as hard to tell what he was thinking beneath such a guarded personality as you made it out to be.

“What?” You ask, slightly exasperated as you sit up straighter. You had still been sitting as if he were cleaning your wounds. “Is that not a valid question? It seems like you want nothing to do with anyone, but then turn around and worry when I’m hurt?”

“How could you do that and still not know why I hesitate to call for you?” Exasperated, you exhale and shut your eyes for a moment, deliberately avoid seeing his reaction to these words.

“...All I mean, is that sometimes it’s hard to tell what you’re thinking -- I feel like I’m bothering you, even if it might be in a situation where I really do need you.”

For a moment, Xiao is blatantly surprised by your reason for not upholding the contract you’d made. It almost gives you the impression that in your spiel, you’ve said something completely idiotic. A gradual flush of embarrassment flares up beneath your skin, but thankfully, you contain yourself before you have the chance to blurt out anything you’d regret.

His lips twist ever so slightly, as if he’s combing through things to respond with in his head. Obviously a bit flustered to hear your reasoning, it’s odd to see him in such a way, albeit while somehow remaining so uniquely him

“You… really are incomprehensible.”

Turning his head to shield his expression, he discards the cloth by tossing it in a nearby basket and stands. Your eyes follow him up until his own turn back towards you, golden irises glinting with a sort of hesitant concentration. You blink.

“If you trust me enough to enter a contract where i very well might decide between your life and death, do well and also trust me as someone who doesn’t break their promises.” Xiao’s brows fold delicately, as if mulling over the words coming out of hisin real time. “___, I don’t want to see you hurt like this.”

Your heartbeat briefly stutters, lips opening and closing as if to say something even when no thoughts are formed. Eyes trailing back down to your hands, you let out a small sigh. Before you can say anything, though, a gloved hand takes your chin and gently guides your eyes back upwards.

“So don’t hesitate.” His touch is soft as he maintains comfortable eye contact with you despite the straight-forward words. “I won’t allow you to die because of me.”

Blood pumps wildly through your ears as you suck in a breath of apprehension. As hard as you try to break away your gaze, something in his face keeps you anchored even when your chest begins to seize; a face that has been hardened over a millenia of suffering stares back at you with the improper care of a hopeful innocent, as if you are something that is worthwhile in the purest sense.

You swallow, Xiao’s hand’s position above your throat making it painfully obvious to him how caught off guard you are. Though naturally, if this action of yours makes him falter at all, he does so unnoticeably.

“I won’t,” It’s said slowly, as if you can’t comprehend what exactly you’re saying just yet. “You said I don’t lack anything, but in the moments I do--”

Your lips rest parted as anxiety cuts off the last part of your sentence, but Xiao’s patient expression pushes you forward.

“...I trust you to help me.”

Those words echo in his mind for a moment, ricocheting and hitting even the most unfamiliar parts of himself that he’d long buried. Feelings and memories that have since collected cobwebs begin to resurface and remind him of a more simple time he treasures dearly.

Trust.

Xiao’s thumb ghosts over your jaw, slowly wiping across the skin as he’s propelled deeply into thought -- fortunately too much so to notice the rising pigment on your cheeks.

He himself places his trust in people far and few. You might be different, well acquainted to human customs and the world around you, yet those words from you somehow feel just as special as if the roles are reversed. Your honesty and courage to accompany him has always dug at the cavity in his chest, but to hear you voice the metaphorical fruit of your labour so clearly is an entirely different sense.

All this time he’d blindly protected you, warned you about monsters lurking in the darkness, he’d fallen too far to even realise that you were beginning to change him. He no longer ate alone, nor did he adventure or sleep as he once did -- you had stuck onto him like a stubborn thorn despite, in your words, tending to feel as if you were bothering him. Regardless, he had somehow still earned your valuable companionship, and with it, commendable words that he could accept from you alone.

But there were times where he despised feeling such a way. He battled over the reasons he felt so inflicted when it was you who was injured, or you who chose to stick by him even after he tried so desperately to push you away. It was frustrating, dealing with a gentle care so foreign. Once he was used to your considerate nature, though, it became a different story.

Seeing you hurt began to shift from an expectable casualty to a blow to his own chest.

“...Xiao,” Your voice is hesitantly quiet, and suddenly, his eyes come back into focus. You’re staring at him with hesitant concern, setting his heart abuzz. “Are you okay?”

It’s when you reach up to wrap your hand around his that his mind finally completes his thought.

I love her.

As an Adeptus, he’s lived thousands of lives and outlived many more, and has taken the role of slaughterer before protector throughout many of them. In a way, the latter ways of his previous life have been ingrained him, regardless of those he manages to save in the more current centuries.

He imagines the figures of the spirits of those he’d wronged watching him in this moment, screaming a sound of contempt that he would never hear. They’re right to do so. They have no reason to pray for his happiness, much like he has little reason to pray for forgiveness.

Yet looking down at you, for the first time in a long time, none of that seems to matter.

With little thought, he grips your hand a bit tighter before letting go, his own hand travelling the length of your jaw to bring himself down to you. You remain completely still as he places a gentle kiss above your brow bone, breath hitching.

“I’m okay.” He reassures you quietly, resting there for a moment and sighing a small gust of air onto your skin. You mumble his name softly, hand reaching out to grab a hold of his shirt. The thin layer between your skin and his sends a sudden shiver down his spine, but regardless, he hums in response.

Your voice comes out in a whisper. “Are you sure?”

He nods, for the first time completely certain.

[spideyspeaches]

Sweet child ‘o mine ↬ a.r

sweet smily babie

A/N: Requests are open btw! I love writing Arvin and I don’t have any arvin requests so you can request for arvin btw :) 

Request by @kelieah​ : okay okay. let's get to it hehe. arvin right? oh my god you should write a dad!arvin 🥺🥺🥺 and reader is pregnant but he's like super protective and lowkey a wreck bc he doesn't know what he's doing? and reader is probably really close to popping the baby? up to you, can't wait to see what you write! :)

Kk so I went a little overboard with the fluff XD 

WC: 1.3k+ 

Pairing: Dad!Arvin Russell x Pregnant!Reader

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Arvin was a protector by nature. He protected all the people he loved, whether it be his late sister, or his girlfriend, now wife and a mother of two. Before you had your first child, Arvin would constantly hover around you till it annoyed you to the point where you would sleep in a separate room.

("Hun don't lift those! You'll hurt the baby!" Arvin shrieked, rushing towards you as you held the shopping bag in your hand with an amused and angry expression. 

You were nearly six weeks pregnant, nowhere near your due date, and yet here you were.

"Arvin, this is one single shopping bag."

"Yes but you shouldn't! I saw what happened to the neighbour's wife when she tried to lift 'er bed!" 

"Arvin…" you said, tapping your foot impatiently, dropping the shopping bag near your couch.

He was looking at you with a worried expression. You didn't give him time to answer, instead pulling him for a deep kiss. 

And what if you were with a child? You were still horny and he was right there looking like a snack.) 

You found the protectiveness endearing, especially watching his gruff exterior cut through like a knife. But you were pregnant and you were grumpy, sick of his overbearing attitude and had finally asked him to leave you alone for two seconds, maybe have a cigarette or two. The poor guy had looked heartbroken that day, just enough for guilt to brew in your heart, but you stood your ground. 

That day also happened to be the day your first child, Willy, was born. You had convinced yourself that you would never witness such a site as of your husband holding your firstborn with utmost care and love radiating through his every pore, bobbing the baby’s little head as he hummed some lullaby, his soft voice lulling your tired form to sleep. 

“Mummy why is daddy walkin’ like that?” Your four year old son asked, looking at you with his daddy’s big doe eyes, making you coo at his adorable expression. 

You were sitting on the couch, nine months with your second child, way past your due date as your son sat besides you, a hand on your rounded belly, smoothing down your dress and “talking” to his brother. You found it cute, already feeling the love the little child was going to get from the second smallest member of the Russell family. 

You watched in amusement as Arvin paced the hallway, burning a hole in the rugs as he ran a hand through his hair, messing them up as he cursed softly. He had been like that from the day your second child was about to arrive, only for them to want to stay a little longer in your belly. 

"Honey you're gonna bear a hole in there." You said, burrowing your brows as he looked at you. He was a wreck, you could see it in how he tried to work two jobs, only to meet you when you were back in bed. 

“Daddy’s a little tense right now hun, he’s… he’s worried why the baby hasn’t come to us yet.” You said, caressing Willy’s head as he snuggled next to you, nodding with a faux serious expression. 

“Maybe the babe feels safer in your belly moma, it must feel very much loved.” He said with a toothy grin, bumping his nose to your bump as you laughed, hugging your little boy closer to you, tickling his sides, He shrieked with laughter as you bent down as much as you could to kiss his forehead.

“Well the little bugger has been kicking moma for a while now, I think he really wants to come, just findin’ it a wee difficult.” You said, hissing as you felt another kick under your ribs. Massaging the area just like the way your midwife had told you to. You sent your son a wink, hoping that he wouldn’t get too scared at your state. He, like his father, was also very protective of you and the baby.

Hissing at another contraction, you tried to do your breathing exercise, groaning at the pain you felt. 

“Daddy! Daddy moma is hurt!” Willy shouted, getting off the couch and running off to where Arvin had been pacing the room.

“No no no hun! Moma is alright, just a little- oh oh Arvin!” You groaned, stretching your husband's name at a painful contraction as you watch him frantically run towards you, stumbling at the carpet and falling on his knees in front of you.

“Hun? Baby speak to me, how far apart are the pains? Do you think it’s time? Should I-”

“Arvin?” You winced, holding your belly.

“Yes honey?”

“Shut the fuck up and do me a favour, get the bag ready will ya?” You said, clenching your jaw as tightly as you could without breaking your teeth, immediately feeling guilty at his crestfallen expression. He was only trying to help you.

“Yes, yes sweetheart, I'll be right back.” He said, scramming to go to your room to get the bag. You knew he had already packed it, unpacked and repacked it multiple times to keep his mind of the calendar. 

“Moma? Are you hurtin’?” You son asked, hearing a sniff. You sighed as you saw tears form in his eyes, running your hands through his hair as he sniffed loudly. 

“No bun, it’s nothing bad, moma’s fine. I swear.” 

“But you’re crying!” He cried out, launching himself on your chest. You sat down with a “oof”, the weight of your son sending you on your back sprawling on the couch.

“Willy! Be careful!” Arvin shouted, pulling your crying son off of you and palming his head as he buried his face into his father’s shoulder, wrapping his little arms around his neck as Arvin cooed at him, trying to shush his muffled cries. 

“It’s gonna be alright bubby, I’m not crying anymore, see?” You gritted, groaning loudly when you felt one resonate to your back, a pop sound startling you enough to widen your eyes.

A breath later, the only thing you could hear was your son’s sniffs and your breathing, the wetness between your thighs amplifying as you gave a loud groan, groping for your husband’s biceps, “It’s happening!” 

“Oh- oh fuck shit, sorry hun, Willy, do daddy a favor and open the car will you? We need to take moma to the hospital.” Arvin instructed your son, who obediently nodded, a determined expression taking over his adorable face as he ran outside. 

“Arvin!”

“Comin’ sweetheart, just a minute!” He grunted, positioning himself by your side, sliding his one hand under your knees and another at your back, You shrieked as he carried you bridal style, your son holding the door open for you.

You would have called the ride torturous had you not heard the shrill cries of your newborn, squishy wet cheeks and scrunched eyes fitted in the palm of your hands a few hours later. Laughing near hysterically, you gently rocked the newly swaddled baby boy in your arms, looking at your husband’s shiny eyes as he carefully touched the baby’s forehead. 

“He’s so tiny.” Arvin whispered, rubbing his thumb on the soft skin, watching in awe as the baby yawned, the little eyes scrunching up as they slowly opened, adjusting around the world in a newfound wonder. 

“He’s perfect.” You smiled, seeing your four year old hiding behind Arvin’s legs, watching you unsure of himself, “Come here bun, want to hold your brother?”

“I can hold him?” He asked, peaking at you through his eyelashes.

“Of course you can son.” Arvin chuckled, lifting the toddler as he sat on your bed, looking at you with wide eyes. 

"Here, hold his head, careful." You whispered, holding one hand on your older son's hands, guiding him to hold his little brother as he looked at the baby in wonder. 

"He's tiny!" Willy said, mimicking you when he saw you holding the baby. 

"You were this tiny too once, son." Arvin said, smiling at you and Willy. 

"No way! I'm a big boy." Willy argued, pouting, which made you and your husband laugh.

"Whatever you say baby."

[nodameshield]

I know we all positively *lost it*, hats down because, truly, what an episode:

Prof. Cerise is a big kid at heart and I respect that.

yeah, a nice legend!! ☺️☺️ (bless this child, he’s too pure)

research fellows count! (I just really love it every time their work is acknowledged)

in today’s episode of Ash’s hero complex is gonna get us killed one of these days ⬆️

you see my child’s face in these??? you see the split second decision he makes and how he is immediately determined to keep Suicune safe??? that is the resolve of a hero !! there was no greed and no premeditation, just quick-wit and a lot of heart. I’m so proud. 

imagine being so in sync with your partner that they immediately know what you were trying to do, and have values so well-aligned that they’re ready to put themselves on the line so you can achieve your common goal. the stuff of soulmates, that.

I've seen you do this a handful of times this gen around, and it doesn’t get old. I love you, gods I love you. thank you for having such a big heart and being such a knucklehead. I truly adore you.

big sigh no comment they’re truly the perfect partners aren’t they. ugh. love.

bless you, Sobble, you were really gonna risk it all for your trainer, weren’t you, little one? (seriously though these two jumped to protect their trainer from a hostile force in a nanosecond, and prior to this Cinderace actually instinctually jumped to protect Suicune, talk about being in sync with your partner!! Cinderace is so good at reading the environment!! he’s a protector by nature !! and good at following its instincts, too !! proud !!)

it was all about character development so let’s also appreciate how my boy can now climb by himself !! his boyfriend wasn’t there to take his hand and pull him through but Goh is now an athletic boy as well and he did this with only a little sweat. kudos to that, too.

Ash had counted but invaluable moments in this episode. can we just take a moment to admire how he was stressed as well (balled fist and stealth pose), but still had the leadership to comfort Lucario??? this is the stuff Pokémon masters are made of, I've heard.

I'm in a lot of trouble and hiding but I still have half-the-mind to think of my better half, who is also in a lot of trouble and hiding, I really love him I hope he’s all right...

Raichu !! babygirl where have you been, good to see ya. I've also been racking my head trying to understand if Goh actually carries that big-old backpack empty on the regular? but he also magically manifested the sprays from within the backpack some moments later?? there’s a hanging pouch at the top??? I’m looking too much into it?? definitely. all in all kudos to his smart mind and his big heart.

was Goh trying to contact Ash here??? Officer Jenny?? my bet is on the former bc, well,,, of course. he sounded so worried, it must’ve been Ash. (Who has a phone for the kicks, it seems, because he never freaking picks it up...)

He literally just captured it, but is already so worried for their well-being, and you dare tell me this boy hasn’t grown?? that he doesn’t care for his Pokémon?? HÁ (also, two Pokémon in a day! kudos on a positive catch day for Goh)

my blood was boiling at watching those poachers attacking Suicune while it was already down. I'm in agreement with everyone else here who noticed how much Goh cared, how worried he was, and how his growth from chapter three until now shines in this moment.

bonus for his surprise/relief the moment he heard his friends to the rescue.

this sequence was power. also, Goh’s mantra count !! (no, but seriously, they are so impossibly well-matched for one another it’s not even funny anymore, I’m just a mess over their relationship).

“ - and don’t worry, I’ll look after Satoshi”

proud husband smile

Shoutout to lil Pikachu saluting Officer Jenny! sweet little thing, you.

IMAGE BEING SO IN SYNC WITH YOUR PARTNER THAT THEY IMMEDIATELY KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TRYING TO DO, AND HAVE VALUES SO WELL ALIGNED THAT THEY LOOK AT YOU THIS FONDLY BECAUSE THEY KNOW, THEY’VE BEEN HERE AS WEL AND THEY GET IT, AND THEY ARE SO PROUD.

the stuff of soulmates, that.

prolly gonna print this one, too. to remember how proud I am of Goh every single day. 

Imagine --- well, you get it.

in case you missed it, Mr. Voiceover reminds us what really happened on this episode, Goh formed a bond with Suicune, he proved himself as a good partner/trainer, and earned Suicune’s trust. that’s what happened. he’s pure and kind and worthy of a legendary Pokémon’s trust, and he’s gonna continue growing and keep working hard towards his dream. he’s been mature and wise and big-hearted, and I love him. and that’s it.

[radiantmists]

i feel like this is gonna be an unpopular opinion but i sometimes see people talk about grizzop as a sort of paragon of logic and morality and it always bugs me.

bc like. yes, i love grizzop. and i think it’s clear that he is very much trying to be good, and he’s very committed to doing what he sees as the right thing. 

but the same are true for azu and hamid and plenty of characters, and i don’t think he’s any better at moral reasoning than most of the rest of the party. i think the impression that he is comes from his unshakeable confidence and his mastery of what I’ve started to think of as catholic logic. 

(this is fairly stream of consciousness and i’m not gonna tag it bc it’s not gonna be entirely coherent or especially well argued, i’m just getting some thoughts down. but my understanding is that sometimes untagged stuff shows up in search, plus ig i have followers, so feel free to reply and discuss this, i’d actually love that. but not much i say here is stuff i’m super confident about so... please don’t get too offended by my wrongness. just tell me why you feel im wrong without aggression, or move on.)

the first bit is the confidence. we don’t ever see grizzop have a moral crisis in the way that most of the other characters do. I can’t think of a time that he’s appeared to look back on something he’s done and wonder if it was wrong; the closest that occurs to me is when he regretted shooting the guy’s legs off in the cairo bar, but tbh i think that was more of a judgement error where he expected to hurt the person much less than he did. we don’t see him question things like flooding the orc town near damascus or dragging sasha into the politics of ancient rome when she didn’t want to be, and honestly, i think this lack is mostly to do with how short a time he was with the party.

most of the arcs he were present for were focused on hamid and sasha’s growth. where he played respectively the accuser and the protector, both roles that made him look good because they cast him as the arbiter of who was right. 

i think hamid, especially, bought into this in the cairo arc, because i think hamid is very consciously in the process of recalibrating his moral compass at the time and he has a marked tendency to do so based on the people he admires-- and the loudest voice in the room. hamid really doesn’t like people he admires having a problem with him, and he already felt that he wasn’t necessarily a good person, so he was very open to seeing grizzop or azu as the authority on whether he could be good, and since grizzop pushed where azu prevaricated, grizzop was the one who got the final say.

but in the same arc, you can see sasha and azu starting to question grizzop’s moral compass; sasha notices how legalistic grizzop’s judgement is, and that it really ought to condemn her too, while azu takes issue with how brutal grizzop’s methods are (see punching wilde). but neither of them are willing to press the issue with him at that point, and so he’s never really confronted with something that contradicts him.

and notably, grizzop’s confidence comes from the obvious source: he believes that artemis is inviolably good, and he knows she approves of what he’s doing because his powers still work. but there’s an arrogance here, too, a very strong belief in his own moral superiority with the slightest confirmation; look at rome, where he refuses to listen to azu and ed’s assertions that there’s something wrong with the gods there, because he was able to bull through to artemis the one time he tried, so obviously he must just be a better paladin of a better god, right?

grizzop has very strong beliefs and opinions, and he takes whatever route works best to fulfill them-- both in terms of actions, and in terms of logic. take his decision to forgive/endorse hamid near the end of the cairo arc: by his own assertions, people should experience consequences for their actions, and we know he knows what manslaughter is because he brings it up when hamid first starts talking about accidental murder. but where saleh and carter belong in jail because they’re ~bad~, hamid is allowed to continue on because he’s ‘trying to be better’, never mind that that  was hamid’s whole argument about why saleh didn’t deserve to go to jail. plus, saleh’s one goal when he thought he’d killed someone was to resurrect them, which imo makes a lot more sense as a redemptive gesture than going around killing entirely unrelated people. the rules are different because grizzop likes hamid (and probably a bit because ben didn’t want to break the party, but shhh).

this twisting of the logic to fit what you’re trying to prove is what i mean by ‘catholic logic’ (i’m catholic dont @ me); it sounds really good if you don’t think about it too hard, but in fact it’s generally post-facto rationalizations for decisions that have already been made.

grizzop is very enthusiastic about poking holes in other people’s moral reasoning, as we see with apophis, but i think his issue is that he’s got a blind spot when he looks at himself and his own decisions. in grizzop’s world, grizzop is right as long as artemis is still with him and everything else comes after.

now i’m personally of  the opinion that alex doesn’t bother/want to engage with the idea that gods take away powers, post-poseidon nonsense, which if true i sympathize with; doing so is either going to lead to the sort of inscrutability zolf had a meltdown over, or put a player in the weird position of making their character do what alex has decided their god would require or having to entirely reinvent the character without those divine powers.

on another meta level, my understanding is that grizzop  was designed to be very resistant to doubt because of ben’s difficulties playing zolf, so i think he might have been nearly as resistant to growth on that front as bertie was in general, because believing unshakeably that he’s right is a core element of his character. 

but i think if grizzop had lived longer, alex absolutely would have done some hammering at that absolute conviction. that might have come in the form of vesseek and the fact that grizzop is apparently an absentee father; even if he is sending home money, i can’t imagine that not being something that gets mined for angst. 

i also think he would have eventually come into a similar sort of conflict with azu, sasha, or cel (whoever was there) that zolf is in right now, where he absolutely believes that whatever killing he’s committed/intending to commit is not only right but a moral imperative, and they disagree. 

now whatever side you fall on in the barrett debate, i think grizzop ought to be a lot less willing than zolf to say ‘i’m not gonna go through you lot to do it’, not because i’m convinced grizzop would be hugely more willing to physically fight the rest of the team over it, we know that despite his practicality he seems to overlook some ‘’’wobbles’’’ in people he already cares about,  but because zolf is capable of giving up on something in a way that grizzop just isn’t. i dont know how that would play out; chances are, it would get interrupted by a fight, but. who knows.

[shima-draws]

CRASHES INTO YOUR INBOX what is going ON in the Bottled Soul AU how did Deku get in there?? Why is he in there?? Todoroki's his protector? I WANT DEETS

Lucky for you I already wrote out most of the details uvu so here you go!

-Izuku received OFA his second year of middle school

-He’s been working with All Might as the anonymous hero Deku ever since

-Izuku went straight into training instead of high school so he learned a lot faster how to use his quirk than in canon, and got training from Gran Torino super early on

-By his second year of high school, Izuku was pretty close to being on pro level

-A huge accident with a villain (Maybe AFO?) caused Izuku to get fatally injured and put into a state of near-death

-Chances were he’d never wake up again. He was pronounced officially brain dead with no response

-All Might was absolutely DEVASTATED and said if Izuku died here there would be no hope for heroes ever again

-A person with a soul manipulating quirk was brought in to assess the damage. Their quirk allows them to mess around with souls, take them out of bodies, put them into other bodies, etc.

-They said there was no response from Izuku’s soul at all either. Said that the only chance he had was to have his soul taken out and exposed to a “caretaker”, but it had to be somebody he didn’t know in order not to be influenced by those people’s already existing opinions/views of him, especially since he’s starting from zero and has no memories, no personality, and basically no substance. They said Izuku had to rebuild himself from scratch by himself, with support from somebody who could take care of him and encourage him, someone with a lot of empathy and kindness

-The soul quirk user said they could put Izuku’s soul in a bottle—that bottle would have to be handled by the caretaker and protected by them 24/7. All Might, Nedzu, and Aizawa immediately agree it should probably be one of the students, preferably someone from Class 1-A (Class 2-A now since they’re in their second year) so Aizawa could keep an eye on Izuku’s soul that way

-Bakugou is brought up—who hasn’t seen Izuku since middle school (but things were kinda cleared up between them back then after Izuku got his quirk, because he became known as Deku and Bakugou obviously influenced that). He could be a potential problem bc of his rocky relationship with Izuku and could essentially ruin the whole operation. They debate on bringing him into it, and decide to do it

-Bakugou is brought in to see Izuku and kind of has a breakdown. He’s mellowed out by now and feels kinda shitty for how he treated him back in middle school, and hates seeing him like this. He agrees to stay out of it as much as possible and not influence the development of Izuku’s soul

-Everyone agrees to give the bottle with Izuku’s soul in it to Todoroki, because 1. He’s the strongest in the class and the most capable of protecting both himself and the bottle, 2. He’s also mellowed out a lot since their first year and is pretty friendly to everyone, and 3. This will be a good test for him, to teach him how to open up to other people so they can open up to him, since he still has some trust issues here and there. And they truly believe he’ll be able to be a positive influence on Izuku

-All Might calls Todoroki out of class one day and gives him the bottle, tells him to protect it with his very life if he has to (but don’t die protecting it please) and keep it with him as much as possible. Todoroki questions but All Might won’t give him many more details than that, so he reluctantly agrees

-Todoroki can tell the instant the bottle is handed over to him that it’s something VERY important and special. He can feel the energy vibrating within it. It looks kind of like green electricity and magic

-He takes it back to class and literally everybody is like WHAT IS THAT and Todoroki already feels insanely protective of it and doesn’t let any of them touch it

-The first night he takes it back to his dorm and talks to it a bit. He can almost swear it’s reacting

-Over the next few days Todoroki keeps watching over it and talking to it whenever he can. Finally one night it answers him and he flips his shit because THE BOTTLE CAN TALK

-Slowly but surely Izuku starts to speak and learn more words and sound more like himself. Class 2-A goes nuts over it and Bakugou pretends like he doesn’t care but he DOES. As Izuku interacts with more and more people he regains more and more of his regular personality, and eventually becomes a total chatterbox. Todoroki finds it endlessly endearing

-Todoroki corners All Might one day and demands details, because really he can’t go this far and gotten to know Izuku this much without answers. All Might eventually reveals that someone very important is in the bottle, but they need his help to heal. Todoroki agrees he’ll keep talking to Izuku and bringing him to class and teaching him things. And protecting him, of course!

-Almost a year passes in this manner, with Izuku recovering more and more thanks to Todoroki’s influence. They start falling in love with each other

-Once Izuku has nearly reached full recovery, he starts “blacking out” and not responding to Todo for a few hours. This is because his soul has recovered well enough to go back into his body, and his body keeps trying to call it back. Todo does not know this tho and FREAKS out and gets terrified he’s going to lose Izuku for good

…And that’s all I’ve written for it so far NGMSNGMS but obviously it’s going to end happily with Izuku ending up back in his body, meeting Todoroki officially, and them getting together >:’) All of Class 2-A comes to see him too bc they p much spent a whole year with him in class so!!

[unohanadaydreams]

More re-read live blog bc I got hit with Mayuri and Kenpachi right after another so how can I leave that for later.

I think Kubo immersed Szayelaporro in the religious motifs right down to this point that he does multiple times. Like a righteous believer of faith, he believes he is beyond having a finger point back at him. Except all of his faith is purely in himself, he suffers not on a physical cross, but on his own faults, and it is pure irony that he must see a sword pointed back at his hand for a hundred years.

Sorry you had to fall on your own righteous sword, king.

Not only does Grimmjow say in the plainest terms without saying it outright that he wants Ichigo dead partly because of his friends being dead, but he also refuses to let Ichigo act as though he DOESNT want to fight Grimmjow. That he doesn’t hold a lot of resentment and anger at the Arrancar for threatening the people he cares about.

Don’t be so holier than thou. You want Ulquiorra dead for tarnishing Orihime’s reputation. You want Grimmjow dead for tarnishing your pride. You’re not above fighting to fight or you’d already be sprinting away to get the fuck out of endless night Dodge.

Also the 1000 years bit makes me SHXHSKJWHDIS because if only we had more of these clues to the next main arc sprinkled in.

What about before the 1000 years? Perhaps, is the endless cycle of shinigami and hollows something Yamamoto helped create to establish Shinigami’s seemingly ageless position as The protectors of balance and souls.

This is SO FUCKING FUNNY. The moments before we find out that Nelliel is not a toddler fucking kill me because this tall ass man is bragging about fucking up a child the size of his face.

And the first time you read this manga you’re left to wonder if she was like the Light Yagami of fucking toddlers for her to make it as an Espada.

He says this, but more accurately, he can’t stand that Nelliel is the only one to give him the time of day and he STILL can’t beat her, despite her casual kindness toward him that is obviously something hollows view as weakness.

I’m not sure when Harribel became an espada, but I don’t think Nnoitra ever tries to fuck her up so idk Nnoitra. Seems like ur pulling the usual bruised ego card and blaming the closest woman you can latch on to for your emotional problems and inability to move upward in a system where stagnation equals fucking death.

You’re closer to him than you are to her. You’re flailing around like an animal and she scolds you in between teaching you new tricks. And you hate her for every looking at you. For staying her hand. For giving you chances and advice and looking you in the eye.

This what happens when you don’t put a rabid animal down miss Nelliel especially when he begs you to do it constantly.

But for real, I think Nelliel just straight up was never going to last as an espada even if Nnoitra hadn’t done this.

Him playing dirty is less about him and more about how Nelliel was brought low by her delusion that the espada were a new, more civilized group of beings under Aizen. She doesn’t anticipate this sort of thing, because she projects her own values of dignity and honor on to even the most unstable of her peers and subordinates—like Nnoitra.

I mean, it for sure illustrates further his massive insecurity and desperation to be SEEN as stronger even if he has to do so by dishonest means. But the main jist of this flashback definitely seems to be that Nelliel was not just prey to Nnoitra and her attitude aided in her downfall.

She just wanted to eat with her lovable oafs 😔

Weird how….how they both…..have huge monster men…..at their beck and call…..

You think they bond over their love of bara monsters but in like the most veiled and insulting way so they can pretend they’re using them for science and willful cruelty instead of lusting after men who could break them in half.

Weird how he cares about Tesla when he’s built like a fucking luxury car stacked on hooves. Make your monster fucking show a little less, Nnoitra.

I’m kidding, I just love how much Kubo is committed to giving us heavily repressed men. Fucking delicious.

[youareunbearable]

okay look I know I said Fingon earns the epithet The Valiant 'cause he's bold enough to approach omega Mae in heat as a joke but now I can't help but obsess slightly over the idea alphas tend to avoid Mae when he's in heat bc he's Big and Tall and Very Deadly, you can't help but keep those things in mind when he's That Cranky, and yet! there Fingon goes sauntering up charming as you please and gets slung over Mae's shoulder like a caught deer and dragged to a private corner every time. king shit

AAKJFHAKFHAF LISTEN IM THRIVING YES THIS IS WHAT I WANT IN MY ASKBOX!!! ok so i laughed when i saw ur reply and have been world building around just that idea lmaooo

Like Mae HAS to be gorg in every au in Valinor, so I picture him as something ppl view as like, the IDEAL omega: beautiful, great at taking care of children, good at minding a House, able to make political connections/small talk, smart, strong, from a good family, able to protect kids/loved ones, tall, etc.

But like, the more "violent" traits were less desirable with elves when they got to Valinor, for why would an Omega need to be able to fight and protect their family from the Dark Hunter if Valinor is peaceful? and as a second gen elf born in Valinor, the traits that makes Mae the Perfect Ideal Omega for the older generations makes those of his generation hesitate to approach. A beautiful deadly creature to be admired from afar, yet a flee on sight once he gets close.

It makes dating hard, it doesn't help that Feanor makes for a crazy and intense in-law.

I like to think that Mae had one heat partner before Fingon. Fingon might not have started his ruts or whatever at this point (because there is the age gap) but like he would have been so close that Mae might have been a little confused/cautious if hes a pup or not (he decides on pup and Fingon is Vibrating with "please god pick me" energy and hes a little heartbroken at being dismissed. Cue plan "Become the most Alpha to ever Alpha ever"). Anyways, Fingon sees Mae fight/test this alpha to see if hes strong/worthy to spend his heat with him/maybe bond?? before he is whisked away by someone else for safety and he saw the aftermath. The cuts and scratches, the brusies, the bitemarks, how exhausted the Alpha was after and vowed right there to Be Better for Mae. Others saw the aftermath too and no matter how much that alpha said how pleased he was about being chosen, no sex is good enough to risk disfiguration with scars.

This is where Fingon comes in. When Mae has another Heat and is prowling around Formenos (not exiled yet but its away from the city and easier on the Omega territorial instincts and there is less of an alpha/beta population to terrorize) protecting His family and he catches the scent of Alpha on the wind and hunts him down. The alpha is shorter than him, but strong, and no matter how much force Mae puts into his attacks the alpha doesn't back down until Mae feels content and allows himself to be pinned by the alpha and expose his neck. The scent goes from Alpha to Fingon and Mae feels his heart swell that the alpha that is perfect for him is the one he loves already.

And then thats it. I like to think they formed a marriage bond/mating bond or whatever, but even if they dont then i can see them still spending Mae's heats together in Beleriand.

I also think that other races are more "traditional" with Omega heats than the elves. Like men have i feel like the classic ABO society. Hobbits have much more Omegas and Betas than Alphas, so their society views Omegas as people who typically have positions of power more so than other races. Dwarves have low numbers of Omegas and women, however they value the idea of Omegas and women as protectors of the home, so they are still taught to fight even if they don't really leave the mountians. They are prized, so many are very honoured and hold high positions that impact the home/doesn't involve a lot/any of travel. The Dwarves opinion of Mae skyrocketed not only after he saved their king but also defended Himring to such an incredible degree during the Battle of Sudden Flame. Ideal Omega in their eyes and was huge when helping build his Alliance

[jaskicr]

reverse!au but geralt, eskel and lambert are all bards

(probably bardsexual) witcher!jaskier and his merry boyband of bards consisting of geralt, eskel, and lambert, featuring vesemir as their tired dad, with future additions of yen, ciri and coën (and some valdo bashing)

bard!geralt talks a little more than in the show, he’s sassy and witty in the way we only see bits of in canon, he’s slightly less emotionally stunted but he‘s still dumb

he has curly auburn hair (bc that’s adorable ok) and green eyes, he’s very squishy and pretty and adorable, also he has freckles and blushes easily

he and eskel and lambert were all orphans, taken in by vesemir, a gruff but kind-hearted professor at oxenfurt

they grew up in oxenfurt as brothers with vesemir as their father figure and now they travel the continent as a band (bard boyband that i have dubbed kaer morons courtesy of @kaermorons)

vesemir gave up his position as professor to travel alongside his sons bc they’re really chaotic and he needs to make sure they don’t get themselves killed (but also he’s a tired dad who loves his disaster sons)

ok so one day they split up because they’re competitive bastards and they’re competing to see who first writes a song that gets popular across the continent

this is when geralt travels to posada and spots a witcher in the corner of a tavern

jaskier is a witcher from the wolf school and he goes by julian of kerack

he’s not as chatty as in canon but he’s definitely chattier than a normal witcher

it’s just a normal day on the path when he meets a bard called geralt in posada

geralt is intrigued by the witcher in the corner, takes one look at jaskier’s distinctive silver hair and golden eyes and scarred face and exclaims, ‘oh, you’re julian of kerack’

jaskier is surprised - this human knows who he is, and yet chose to approach him. he doesn’t even look afraid, merely curious, so jaskier decides to see where this goes

‘my friends call me jaskier,’ jaskier returns wryly. ‘at least, they would, if i had any friends’

geralt is stunned. the witcher is funny! and he has a very cute nickname to match a very cute face (even if it is slightly intimidating. but he’s cute)

‘well, nice to meet you, jaskier. i’m sure we’ll become great friends’

then they get kidnapped by elves, and geralt is taken aback by this witcher’s surprising eloquence as he talks them out of the situation

geralt wants to know more about him

also, it’ll be a good way to get a new song, what with his witchery adventures, so geralt decides to follow this witcher for inspiration for his songs

he can easily beat eskel and lambert if he sings songs about a witcher’s adentures

it’ll also improve the reputations of witchers in the process, so it’s a win-win

but also, geralt finds this witcher deeply interesting, and what better way to get to know him than to travel with him?

jaskier is bemused at the bard who decides to follow him. he almost leaves the bard behind, but well, he’s lonely, he’s missed talking to people, and geralt is kind of adorable, so he lets geralt follow him

the bard makes good music, jaskier notes. usually, most sounds grate on his enhanced hearing, but geralt’s music is low and pleasant, and jaskier finds that he doesn’t mind

geralt’s view that all witchers are taciturn and silent is quickly overturned. while jaskier rarely starts a conversation, once geralt asks him questions, he actually talks quite a lot, rambling a bit

geralt finds it quite endearing, and jaskier’s smile when geralt engages him in conversation lights up his face, and oh the witcher is really gorgeous

geralt tells jaskier about his band with eskel and lambert, and sheepishly admits that he partly tagged along with jaskier to win the competition

jaskier isn’t mad. he’d suspected that the bard had an ulterior motive, so he shrugs it off. geralt’s been good company after years of loneliness, and jaskier isn’t about to chase him away

geralt is relieved - jaskier has grown on him, and he finds himself reluctant to leave the witcher’s side

geralt’s version of toss a coin is debuted 2 weeks later and the humans eat it up

within a month it’s spread across the continent like wildfire and geralt knows that he’s all but won the little competition against his brothers

during this time, geralt has, despite jaskier’s insistence that he stay back, joined jaskier on several hunts. there are around 3 more songs in the works, ready to be debuted with his band

a tentative friendship has grown between them, a comfortable banter unlike anything jaskier has had over the long years of his life, and geralt finds himself becoming attached to the witcher

one day, geralt asks jaskier to travel with him to meet his band

they meet up with eskel, lambert and vesemir in oxenfurt at their planned meeting time

eskel and lambert have resigned looks on their faces as geralt turns up with a smug grin and a scary witcher trailing behind him

‘you found a witcher,’ lambert grouses, ‘that should be cheating.’

‘that was never in the rules,’ geralt replies, still high on his victory. ‘suck it, lambert.’

but the wolves take a liking to jaskier very quickly after a chat over a meal, and they collectively decide to follow him

jaskier is very confused (poor bby is confused throughout this whole thing) because he’s a big bad scary witcher?? and somehow all these bards have decided that they like him and want to follow him??

but it’s not like he can stop them so they tag along on his adventures, singing his praises

whenever jaskier gets a contract, he tries to make the bards stay behind in town, but it’s 4 against 1 and jaskier can’t do anything but give in

so the bards huddle some distance away from the fight and watch

the first time, they’re tense and on edge, fearing the worst, and only geralt is relaxed, knowing that jaskier is more than capable of taking down some measly drowners

by the third time they follow jaskier into a fight, the bards are totally chill and start a running commentary about the fight

‘bet you our next meal that jaskier’s gonna run to the left’

lambert snorts. ‘please, eskel. he’ll definitely jump on its head.’

‘as if. he’s gonna roll under it and stab it,’ geralt argues

‘HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK HE JUMPED INTO ITS MOUTH’

they all lose the bet

theyre panicking until jaskier casually slices his way out of the corpse, covered in guts but unharmed

their bets become wild after that

‘he’s running at it is he getting ready to do an aerial somersault’

‘he’s gonna grab onto its wings and ride on its back’

‘he’s gonna igni that nekker and toss it into the rest of the nekkers’

theyre never able to predict what jaskier does because jaskier is just a very skilled witcher and he also delights in how annoyed his bards get when they guess wrong

the bards are also very feral especially when it comes to defending their witcher

someone insults jaskier? they get assaulted by 3 snarling bards while their dad nods approvingly

someone tries to cheat jaskier out of his payment? lambert mysteriously has a knife and jaskier has to physically hold back eskel and geralt from jumping on the person

eventually word spreads around the continent that julian of kerack has 3 very feral bard protectors and a their scary father who looms at anyone who dares speak a word against julian

this is based on a post i made a few weeks ago, there are more ideas for this in the reblogs of that post - if you want to check it out, i’ll put the link in a reblog!

there are definitely more headcanons for this that i’ve already written and i will post them soon!! hopefully one day i’ll get around to writing this because i LOVE this concept a whole lot

i have more headcanons featuring witcher!jaskier disguising himself as dandelion the bard, his rivalry with cat witcher valdo marx, his friendship with pre-transformation yen and coën, and how ciri fits in with it all - thank u @brothebro for bouncing ideas with me<3

[arcticrxt]

Some dream smp mbtis and enneagrams bc I love it!!!

@dreamsclock here it is!!

Characters:

Wilbur

Ghostbur

Tommy

Dream

Tubbo

Quackity

Karl

Under the cut bc they’re kinda long. Keep in mind this is the characters and not the content creators :]

WILBUR

Personally for me I’d type c!wilbur as ENFJ which is interesting for a villainous character. When he spirals into madness, you can see his dominant function (Fe) become more unhealthy, leading to him being very manipulative. He shows Ti-grip when his Fe is left to burn out, becoming critical of others and their methods, preferring he do it instead (seen with tommy during their exile). Ni auxiliary is shown in his ambition and drive for his goal of L’manburg.

For his enneagram, i know wilbur said he based c!wilbur off of the song eight by sleeping at last, but hear me out,,, I was thinking maybe a 3w4. The 8 characteristics could be seen in a tritype of 368. Type three is named the achiever which in itself stands for his vision and ambition of L’manburg. 3w4s are often working towards personal growth and professional success. When unhealthy, 3s can get extremely competitive and prone to one-upping others. May reject their sense of self and develop intense mood swings. At worst they can backstab ruthlessly (tommy and the whole of L’manburg and pogtopia) and destroy others reputations solely for their benefit (“if i can’t have this no one can”). The tritype Im a bit if-y on but I’ll say 368 because it focuses on working hard, achieving personal best and developing a winning image. They will want to protect others from those they perceive as a target (dream, Schlatt), they will warn and caution others and seek “worthy” authorities they can respect.

GHOSTBUR His Si is incredibly high so imma say ISFJ. His main motive (id say) is wanting to collect stories of his past and the history of the nation he built, his “unfinished symphony”. Fe auxiliary is very strong as well as he shows a lot of compassion to others, offering them some blue in times of need and also not wanting anyone to feel sadness like he feels it. Ghostbur ignores his own feelings in order for others to feel safe. His Ti is shown through his need for gathering knowledge to understand alivebur and i could also see it through his internalised logic that the blue will help people. Not sure on inferior Ne, maybe through not wanting to see other possibilities in regards to his resurrection, however he was under a lot of stress since his home just got blown up, and friend died, so I can’t blame him.

He clearly doesn’t want conflict so I’ll say type 9. Needs peace and harmony (he gives out blue to help people). Soothing voice, and collected (except when Phil blew up L’manburg but that’s reasonable). He’s complacent, and humble, and will go the extra mile so long as to not rock the boat. Appreciative of the small things in life and enjoy simple pleasures.

TOMMY For Tommy I think ESFP which is probably one of the ones I’m up for more opinions on bc I’m not completely sure of his type. Se as dominant as he thrives on living in the moment but in an unhealthy way (unnecessary conflicts) He’s got a strong Fi auxiliary and you can see that through his personal morals and the way he usually makes decisions based off of emotions rather than objective facts and logical reasoning. He’s good at planning, but not at thinking out the longevity of it. Eg when heady exile and found technos house and lived under there, thinking techno would find him, this all shows Se-Te loop. He gradually develops an unhealthy Fi which leads to him disregarding external relationships (his friendship with tubbo) and commitments to maintain his internal love of the discs.

Enneagram wise, I’m definitely leaning towards 7w6. 7s are usually jumping from one thing to another and are constantly getting bored. The wing 6 brings loyalty and protectiveness. When unhealthy, sevens become narcissistic in their actions and presentation (see his confrontation with tubbo after tubbo thought he was dead, and the “the discs are worth more than you ever were” granted he quickly realises what he said but the mentality was still there).

DREAM I think he’s a fairly obvious stereotype unhealthy ENTJ. He has a very low Fi. When we see him driven by emotion (usually anger) it’s terrifying and we have no context about it at all except that it’s for a need of control. He knows how to manipulate people through his charisma and power in an ENTJ fashion. He lost attachment to his things very quickly (using Te and Ni to go forward logically while also showcasing his inferior Fi)

Dream is a very painfully obvious 8, probably an 8w7, but he is defined an 8. The eight has fiery passions and is usually stubborn and headstrong, they are serious about control over their environment. They are goal-oriented and self-competent. Eights are direct and aren’t shy when taking the lead and making tough decisions. They are often seen in leadership positions. The eight type is part of the “body based” triad and they often act impulsively. They crave respect and enjoy being likes by the group. When unhealthy, eights can become tyrannical and intimidating, scaring off others at first glance. They become addicted to the pursuit of power and will destroy anything blocking their path. Feelings and emotions become insignificant (spirit :’)) challengers become stone-cold and take an antagonist stand to anyone who questions them or their motives. This is the one I’m most most sure of out of every typing I’ve done bc it seems painfully obvious.

TUBBO I’d say probably an Fe dom so maybe ENFJ/ESFP but I’m leaning more to the ENFJ side. Tubbo realised after he thought tommy had died that, without tommy he was himself. Something Fe doms struggle with the most is self worth and personal identity. They’re caught up in wanting to help others that they don’t tend to their own needs. He’s careless and self sacrificing when it comes to the needs of others (him giving up his life so that tommy could have the discs and be happy) and bc he has such low self esteem he doesn’t realise that that’s not what tommy wants. The reason I’m more leaning to ENFJ is because of his inferior Ti. Though he didn’t want to due to dominant Fe, he was lead to believe exiling tommy was the best possible solution. You can see he regrets it after tommy and dream had left. When he was working under schlatt we saw his remorse and guilt even though he knew it had to be done. We see his dominant Fe during his time as president when others push him to do things and he usually agrees. He was manipulated through guilt by dream which is very unhealthy ENFJ.

(I wrote this before the ghostbur one so sorry for any repetitive language) For enneagram, type nine: the peacemaker. Type 9s are motivated by their need for peace and harmony (tubbo was manipulated into believing that getting rid of tommy would achieve this). They have a calm demeanour and are agreeable. They’re hardworking, friendly, and modest but also more serious and diligent than expected. (I’m not too sure on his enneagram which is why this is so short)

QUACKITY Estj imo. Like dream, he’s unhealthily obsessed with power, (unhealthy dominant Te). He abandoned L’manburg because schlatt wouldn’t let him have any say, and he was shoved to the side, despite it being a coalition government. He is very logical and controls others. He makes sure he comes out as the hero and that his hands are clean, learning it from past experiences (Si). He quickly finds ways to get out of situations through the use of tertiary Ne. Doesnt show a lot of Fi and he usually underestimates his opponents abilities and/or strength due to his overconfidence. He’s willing to kill anyone who goes against what he thinks and is stubborn and argumentative. He doesn’t like it when people are lazy and don’t contribute.

Also, similarly to dream, I’d type his enneagram as 8w7. The same with his obsession of power, and his strong/weak mindset where he thinks the world is made up of protectors and those who need to be protected (see him taking it upon himself to execute technoblade for the better of L’manburg) which is all very textbook 8. The opinions of others don’t have much effect on him. Eights are concerned with justice, combating oppression, and protecting the weak. He takes the lead in making tough decisions (he’s the butcher army leader). He becomes more antagonist and villainous with his actions against technoblade, believing he’s in the right. (I didn’t want to just copy out what I said for dream so this is a shortened version)

KARL Torn between ENFP and ESFP but leaning toward ENFP. He’s time travelling because he believes it’s the right the to do which is more so Fi, but could be Fe wanting to help others at his personal cost. But also the Fi-Te pair keeps him going and he won’t stop until it’s fulfilled (which is pretty Te imo). He is creative and good with imagination and ideas (Ne) (at the masquerade, although it was a comical excuse, he came up with minecraft streamer quickly, he was also able to answer billiams questions pretty quickly).

Even though it’s now canon he doesn’t choose when and where he travels to, which would have been a stronger argument for a type seven, he’s still enthusiastic at the times he travels to. He’s optimistic (with the mentality everything will go right for him because he believes it has to, even though he’s loosing a lot of memories atm). He’s got childlike energy and curious eyes. He wants to bounce from one place to another, he created two towns already, although one technically no one knows about gogtopia except for the founders and tommy who travelled through it. He’s well like and popular, which is often a 7 trait. The type 7 is part of the “heart-based” triad, and we can see him act through this with the way he seeks excitement as a means to distract himself from the darker, and more painful things in life. He ignores his fears in favour of positive experiences. For a wing, probably a 7w6 in favour of 7w8, the same as tommy. He’s loyal and a strong leader over being tough and more career-driven. If he was to turn unhealthy in the future, we might see him loose his groundedness, and start to live in a perpetual fantasy instead of reality.

Sorry for any typos or bad grammar :]