#bc. yk. they're dead

[anendtopursuit]

today is gonna be fun bc i have to do coursework but also i've been fixating so hard on the sims that i literally played it for 24 consecutive hours

anyway i have been abusing the shit out of the selfie feature so i may throw some sim selfies up here at some point

[remnantspod]

does anyone have favourite Remnants People yet??

[veronicaneptunes]

Not to go on a tangent but I really, really do feel like the reason tumblr as we have known it feels it's dying is not because of the staff size being reduced or anything like that, it's been going on for much longer than that- the community aspect of this website just feels more and more non-existent.

People aren't reblogging anywhere near as much, and when they do they rarely have anything to say anymore. Back in the day it was not at all uncommon for someone to reblog one of the gifsets I'd spent hours painstaking making to show numerous parallels from a series and they'd add interesting or sweet or thoughtful commentary or meta to it.

Writers would reblog a beautiful piece of art and maybe leave a poem or a short ficlet inspired by the art.

People would have interesting back and forth conversations about many different topics, and it was always fun to see what different people thought or felt about something.

Someone would post a selfie and we'd all comment how nice their outfit was or how cute their hair colour looked, if they said it was okay to reblog, you'd reblog it and tag it #Lovely people or something of the sort. You'd reblog your friends pets and say how cute they were.

Now? Sure there's still people here who do these things, who try hard to be friendly, to support other creators but it's just fundamentally nowhere near as much. People can barely count on long time mutuals and friends to reblog a gifset or a piece of art they'd spent hours on. But in the past most of us never had an issue reblogging something from someone you were mates with, even if it was something you didn't know- You could still find time to comment. Let alone people who you didn't know, who you didn't follow. But still! You had an interest in common! In the past that was enough, you'd reblog their post and say something kind. Now? We might as well be on instagram. Just throw a like on it and call it a day. What community.

[gingerbreadmonsters]

ginger, cracking an eyelid and thinking about opening requests for a little bit? its more likely than you think 👀👀

[nikovraskol]

Yk what would be crazy if past reader (16 year old version of them) got transported to the future in which they’re dead. Like imagine seeing ur kid (that you’ve neglected for so long ) just show up to your doorstep again but it’s the young version of them. Like what would be their reaction? I imagine reader just being so confused bc one minute they were at school and the next they’re being hugged by the batfam.

I love your batfam series and I honestly can’t wait to see more omlllll I love the way this is headed 🫶

thank u for this delicious request.. yall.. i've written soso many drafts for all ur requests but i dont want to overstimulate yall..its important to make sure to go at a pace your partner is comfortable with :(

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at sixteen, i imagine reader to be very nervous for the future, sixteen is two years from eighteen and i believe that they're scared that once they're a legal adult they'll no longer have any chance to be accepted -- that they'll be too old.

also, i know some goober is gonna ask so let's decide that 21 y/o (name) was able to return their 16 y/o body while 16 y/o kept their body, well, 21 y/o's body was drained of their life force and unlike jason with superboy indirectily healing him.. can we understand what im tryna say

so let's paint a picture, you're casually in school, feeling depressed because when are you not? your teacher drones on in the background as you scribble notes in your book lazily.

you're trying to drown out in your teacher one minute and then the next you're staring at the door to the manor.

oh. okay.

you're understandably a little puzzled but you brush it off, it's not the first time you've disassociated, it hadn't happened in a while but you're under a lot of stress with school and the crippling sorrow threatening to swallow you.

so you open the door, completely unaware you're walking to your doom, you step inside, your head hung low as you morosely walk in, not excited to be back in this manor of gloom and doom.

and then you hear it, a loud, absolutely offended shriek -- to which you don't look, it's not any of your business, they're probably just playing around without you, indulging in their inside jokes.

and then you're embraced, tightly, too tightly.

"what the--" you're.. being hugged? is alfred feeling alright?--

and then you see the jet-black hair you've seen countless times in passing, and then you feel the warmth of his body against yours, and then he looks up at you -- eyes wild and focused on you. only on you.

"what the fuck?" you're genuinely, so unbelievably confused. have you died? is this heaven?

"you're-- you're alive? this is real?" bruce breathes out, your father is looking at you. looking at you like you're his child, your lips tug into a thin line as you watch as the rest of the clowns join the circus.

oooh boyy.

you probably don't even notice the fact that you've switched universes at first.

like, you're so confused but also lavishing in the attention-- i mean, this is what you've wanted your whole life, right?

bruce is hanging off your every word, no longer does he brush you off or ignore you, he stares at you intently -- memorising every part of your face, every twitch of your muscles, every single detail of you, his precious child, alive in the flesh.

dick clings onto you way too much. every waking moment of the day he's by your side, sometimes he'll hug you tight, his hand gently snaking to press against the pulse point on your wrist, his eyes strangely darkened as he feels your pulse thumming against your skin.

jason is similar to dick in this scenario, the guilt from the incident weighing heavy on his mind, he doesn't let you out of his sight, he's always lingering. he's also way more protective in a smothering way, you're cooking? don't be silly, you might cut yourself! you're running around? slow down, you might fall! you're leaving the manor? why? what do you need? don't leave him, please, never again.

tim is a lot more .. atuned to your emotions. he regularly asks how you feel, at first it's more-so because he is truly glad you're back, he wants to make up for the past! but after a while, it gets to a point where it feels like you're being studied. he's just making sure you're not upset, that you're not thinking of leaving, again.

damian is downright terrifying, not in a violent way, but in a way that you're not sure how to react.. i mean, he used to be the one to belittle you the once, seeing him being so.. gentle. it's unnerving! he's almost kind to you? he'll soften his words, urge you to rest, it's .. strange. very strange.

after a while, the attention gets suffocating. very suffocating. you enjoy the attention, in fact, you've never been happier. but since coming home since that one day, you've not had a moments peace.

you wake up, someone's hovering over you. you go to eat, someone's making sure you don't choke. you're going for a walk? no, you're not.

it gets loathsome, you feel like a porcelain doll. you're not allowed any freedom, you don't go to school anymore -- anytime you bring it up you get strange looks.

that's not the only oddity. you feel different, stranger. not only are you taller, but your mind is different, and while buying something from the store, you notice an id. what? an id that says your age is twenty-one.

and another thing, alfred, the man you consider a father, is dead. dead. like, buried in the ground dead.

if you try to bring it up with your family, they share strange looks. they won't tell you, no, they want to keep you happy -- want to ignore the fact that you're not really their y/n, so don't bring it up too often. kay??

[uramakimochi]

TOGETHER

Wolfstar x daughter!Reader

WARNINGS: CHOOSE YOUR SAD SONG FOR THIS ONE!!! (the two songs above are just my personal suggestions, you can choose whatever you want^^) Canonverse where they're dead, angst angst angst, hurt + comfort, semi happy ending (cause they're still dead yk), and a small bestie!Harry comfort moment bc i love him. FEM!R and use of petnames and just one☝️use of Y/n.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

SOMETIMES I WAKE UP BY THE DOOR

THAT HEART YOU CAUGHT MUST BE WAITING FOR YOU

EVEN NOW, WHEN WE'RE ALREADY OVER

I CAN'T HELP MYSELF FROM LOOKING FOR YOU

You had seen them both die with your own eyes.

You believed that the day of their death would be when you were an adult living your life and they were an old couple who had only finished their adventure on earth.

But that was never going to happen.

You wouldn't have had the relief of seeing them die peacefully and hearing their last words as they laid on their deathbeds with smiles on their faces, ready to welcome death as their sister.

No.

You had seen them die one after the other.

Sirius' face smiling at you for the last time before his body passed through the veil was what haunted your memories every night.

You would never forget that scene. You would always carry the trauma of losing your father inside you.

I SET FIRE TO THE RAIN

WATCHED IT POUR AS I TOUCHED YOUR FACE

WELL, IT BURNED WHILE I CRIED

'CAUSE I HEARD IT SCREAMING OUT YOUR NAME

YOUR NAME

"I always said you were good with duels, my love" Sirius said with a proud smile and patting your head. "But now i need you to leave it to me"

"But i want to help you" you replied, worried.

Sirius placed a hand on your cheek and leaned in to give you a quick kiss on the forehead. "Hey, it's going to be alright baby. I want you to go with dad while i help Harry and then we'll go home together, okay?"

Reluctantly you nodded and Sirius walked away to join his godson. And while you were with Remus, Sirius was busy fighting Lucius alongside Harry.

When suddenly you heard it.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Bellatrix screamed the spell and a green flame hit Sirius' body, which stiffened like marble.

Both you and Harry turned to look at him and Sirius looked at you with empty eyes, devoid of all the joy and light that filled them. You saw him retreat further and further towards the veil until he gave you and his godson one last weak smile. And then, his body fell backwards into the arch, until he disappeared completely, dissolving into the void.

"D-Dad..."

You took one step, then another and another.

"Dad! Dad!" you screamed.

You ran towards the veil with tears in your eyes, intending to dive into it to chase him and bring him back. Harry fell to his knees and his wand slipped from his fingers.

You reached out for the veil and just when your fingertips were about to touch it, someone wrapped themselves around your body from behind, pulling you against their chest. It didn't take you long to realize that it was your other father, but you didn't care and immediately began squirming in protest.

"No! Let me go! Please!" your bottom lip was trembling, but tears had already started to fall from your eyes. "Dad! Please, let me go! Let me go with him! Please!"

But Remus shook his head, sniffling. His heart had shattered into a thousand pieces after seeing the man he loved die before his eyes so suddenly. But he had to stay strong. For you.

"I can't let you do that, sweetheart" he murmured next to your ear, his voice shaking. "I-I can't. I'm sorry..."

You shook your head, still squirming and crying. But as the seconds passed, the more you were realizing the truth. Sirius was dead. Your father would never come back to you again. You would never see him again.

And while Harry ran in the direction Bellatrix had run off, seeking revenge, you collapsed against your father's body, letting yourself fall to the ground in despair. You sobbed loudly even though the sounds were muffled by Remus' jacket, who closed his eyes tightly and kissed your head, a scarred hand in your hair holding you to his chest and salty tears rolling down his cheeks.

You would never go home together.

It had been hard for you and Remus to move on and both you and your father had been at risk of falling into depression over the loss of Sirius. But Harry and the other members of the Order had always remained close to you, giving you all their support and together you managed to overcome the biggest obstacle.

But as long as Voldemort was alive, it wasn't over yet.

And when you thought you had managed to find peace for your hearts, unfortunately you both knew that there was still an inevitable war to fight.

I SET FIRE TO THE RAIN

AND I THREW US INTO THE FLAMES

"I'm coming with you"

Remus shook his head.

"No darling, i want you to stay with your friends"

"Dad please-"

"It's too risky. At least you'll be safe with them-"

"I will only be safe with you!" you exclaimed, interrupting him.

Remus fell silent and you stepped towards him, taking his hand in yours and squeezing it gently.

"Dad" you murmured, your voice shaking. "I'm scared. I'm really scared to fight this war without you by my side"

Remus let out a breath, looking at you with a soft but sad look.

"Oh sweetheart" he cooed.

He pulled you against his body into a hug that you immediately returned, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist for comfort.

"We've already lost daddy. And i don't want to lose you too" you murmured against his chest. "Please let me come with you. So we can help each other"

Remus glanced at the sky, as if waiting for Sirius to give him an answer on what to do. But when he felt your body tremble against his, he just knew he couldn't leave you alone.

"Okay" he said then with a small sigh.

He placed his hands on your shoulders and pulled you away so he could look at your face, then wiped the tears from your cheeks with one hand.

"But always stay close to me, understood?"

You nodded, covering his hand with yours and rubbing your face against his palm as he smiled sweetly at you.

"It's going to be okay baby"

WHEN WE FELL, SOMETHIN' DIED

'CAUSE I KNEW THAT THAT WAS THE LAST TIME

THE LAST TIME

"Crucio!"

Before you could realize it, a huge rush of pain shot through your entire body and you fell to the ground screaming in pain. You felt your body burning as if it had been thrown straight into the fires of hell and Dolohov's sadistic laughter ringing in your ears.

"Don't touch my daughter again, you son of a bitch!" Remus yelled and with a flick of his wand he threw the Death Eater away from you.

Slowly the pain disappeared from your body and you breathed deeply as Remus' worried face suddenly appeared in front of yours.

"It’s been a long time since i heard you insult someone…” you murmured with a weak smile, trying to sit up. "Daddy would be proud of you"

Remus smiled back with teary eyes. And then, for the second time in your life you heard those cold words ring through the air.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A flash of green hit your father in the chest, causing him to fall backwards onto his back on the ground. And after you saw his body hit the ground, a frightened cry left your lips.

Dolohov started laughing out loud again and you turned to look at him in fear.

"And now it's your turn little girl" he said with a smirk pointing his wand at you.

You closed your eyes, waiting for everything to end. But it didn't come. Instead, another voice behind you shouted another type of spell and Dolohov was thrown away, neutralized.

You reopened your eyes and saw with surprise that it was Professor Flitwick who saved you. He looked at you breathlessly, but said nothing, simply relieved to have saved one of his students.

However...

You jumped up and ran towards your father's body.

"Dad!"

You kneeled next to him and placed your hands on both of his cheeks, cold as ice, trying to wake him up and turn him to look at you, but it was no use. His eyes were wide open and fixed on the sky. And inside them there was nothing left. They were empty and lifeless, just like Sirius' before his body disappeared into the veil.

"No..."

Your face twisted into a grimace and your eyes filled with tears.

"No no no... Dad, please..."

You began to sob and lowered your head until your forehead rested on his still chest.

Flitwick looked at you with a broken expression and lowered his head sadly. Everyone knew that war took a great toll, but it was always hard to see someone who was dealing with the loss of a loved one. Especially when it came to their parents.

So you just stood there crying over your father's body.

It wasn't worth fighting anymore. Now you had lost everything.

OH

OH NO

LET IT BURN

After the war ended and Voldemort was defeated, you locked yourself away at home, the adorable little country cottage you had shared with Remus and Sirius for years. You no longer had the strength to face the outside world, not without your parents, not without the two people you loved most in the world and who you believed would remain close to you forever. Without them you had nothing left.

Harry came to see you as soon as he could, knowing that the last thing you needed was to be alone. He had promised your parents.

LET IT BURN

Harry knocked on the door, but didn't expect to hear an answer right away. So after a few seconds of waiting he gathered courage and entered, then he closed the door softly behind him.

He saw you sitting on the sofa in the living room, still and staring forward, with your head full of thoughts. A cup of tea that had now become cold sat on the table in front of you, waiting to be sipped.

Slowly Harry sat down next to you and looked at you sadly, but he said nothing. He couldn't say things like "It's okay" because nothing that happened was okay.

Finally, after a few seconds spent in silence you turned to look at him. Harry noticed the dark circles that had formed under your eyes and the thinness of your face. You were devastated.

"Every night…" you murmured. "Every night all i do is have nightmares about their deaths. I see nothing but their pale faces and their empty eyes staring into mine"

Harry reached out to your hand, squeezing it tightly to comfort you. You looked down at your hands and then up at his eyes.

"Harry…" you said, your voice shaking. "Y-You're not leaving too, are you?"

But Harry hugged you and you cried silently into his shoulder.

"Y-You are all i have left" you sniffled, sobbing. “Please, d-don't leave me too"

Harry shook his head and placed a small kiss on your temple, rubbing your back. "I will never leave you Y/n. I promise"

You nodded in relief. In dark times like those, you knew that at least you could still count on Harry. He was your best friend almost like a brother to you, especially thanks to the bonds that united your parents and his. You had grown up together and you couldn't bear the pain of losing him too.

"T-Thank you Harry" you said then pulled away from him and he handed you a tissue to wipe your nose. "I'm glad i still have you"

Harry gave you a small smile.

"I'm glad to have you too. I could never leave you alone after what happened to Remus and Sirius. I'm so sorry"

You smiled back, squeezing his hand. "I'm sorry too. Sirius was your godfather, we both suffered" you said and he nodded sadly.

You tilted your body to rest your head on his shoulder and he touched your head to his temple. You remained in that position for a couple of minutes, reflecting in the silence and comfort of each other.

"I have something for you" Harry then said and you lifted your head to look at him.

You saw him take something out of his pocket, a small object wrapped in a handkerchief which he then handed to you. You took it in your hand and looked at him confused, asking him for explanations.

"It's the Resurrection Stone" he said. "With it you can summon the people who are dead. Before meeting Voldemort in the forest i spoke with my parents and also with Sirius and Remus"

Your eyes opened slightly. You didn't know anything about it.

"I promised them to always be close to you and that's what i intend to do" Harry continued. "And i know that you and them didn't have the chance to say a final goodbye, but with this you can tell each other everything that you couldn't say before their deaths"

You thought you had ran out of all the tears you had in your body, but you felt your eyes becoming shiny again but you managed to keep yourself from crying again.

Harry gave you an encouraging smile and, looking down at the object in your hands, he helped you remove the handkerchief that wrapped it, thus revealing that small stone with immense power.

You stared at it for a few seconds, trying to realize Harry's words. Then he put a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it affectionately and then stood up from the couch.

"I'll give you some time alone" he said simply and then he left the living room.

You watched him go then you looked at the stone again for a few more very long seconds, until you took it with one hand, turning it between your fingers. Your parents had told you the story of the Deathly Hallows, but you never believed you would touch one with your own hands. Could that little stone really make you see your dead parents again?

You closed your eyes and gripped the stone in your fist. Begging with all your heart that what Harry had told you was true and not some stupid false hope. Seeing them again even just for once was everything you wanted most in the world.

And then, suddenly...

"Sweetheart"

Your eyes snapped open with a gasp and you jumped up on instinct, almost slamming your knee into the coffee table. Until you saw them.

They were right there standing in front of you. And their appearance was the same as the last time you had seen them.

"Dad…" you whispered, setting your eyes on Remus, who gave you a sweet smile.

Then your gaze fell on Sirius next to him and the first tears you had tried to hold back in front of Harry came out of your eyes when you saw him again after all that time.

"D-Daddy..."

Sirius gave you the same smile as Remus and raised a hand towards you.

"Hi baby"

You sobbed and quickly walked towards them, lifting one arm so you could take his hand and squeeze it as tight as you could. But when your fingertips only touched cold air and passed through his palm like an arrow, your heart sank.

You slowly lowered your arm, clenching the fist that wasn't holding the stone and your parents looked at you sadly.

"A-Are you really here?" you murmured, your heart pounding.

The fear that it was just a dream, no actually another nightmare and that they would've disappeared at any moment was eating you up from the inside.

Remus took a step towards you and raised a hand so he could rest it on your cheek. He wanted with all his heart to try to clean the tears from your face, but all you felt was just a cold sensation on your skin.

"We're here darling" he replied with a sad smile. "Don't be afraid, we won't leave"

You looked at him with red eyes and sniffled, wanting nothing more than to hug them and feel their sweet caresses on your head.

"I missed you" you sobbed. "I missed you s-so much"

"We missed you too baby, more than anything in the world" Sirius said with tears in his eyes. "You have no idea how sorry we are for leaving you alone"

"You've suffered so much, my love" Remus continued, a couple of tears falling from his eyes as well. "Please, forgive us"

You shook your head weakly, wiping your nose with the sleeve of your sweater.

"I-It's not your fault" you tried to say. "It's just that... T-That..."

Your legs suddenly gave out and you found yourself kneeling on the ground at their feet.

"I can't do this without you" you whimpered, trying to cover your face with one hand. "I can't, i-i can't..."

Remus and Sirius quickly crouched down in front of you and exchanged broken looks. They would have given anything to be able to hug and stroke you even just one last time, wanting to comfort you in every possible way. But cruel fate had broken your family and there was no turning back.

"P-Please…" you continued to sob. "Please come back to me... I b-beg you..."

"Honey" coed Remus in a strangled voice. "We would love to be back with you, but you know this is no longer possible. We're sorry. We're so sorry"

Sirius lowered his head, continuing to listen to you cry with his heart breaking at every sob and Remus trying to whisper sweet words of comfort to you.

After minutes that seemed endless, you finally calmed down. The last tears came out of your eyes and the last sobs echoed in the living room.

"It's been a while since i've seen you" Sirius said, placing both of his palms on your cheeks and looking at you with a tender smile. "Look how you have grown. You are so beautiful my sweet daughter, just like your old man. Which is me by the way, but Remus is not that bad either"

Remus playfully rolled his eyes and you smiled slightly embarrassed, whispering a soft "Thank you", not feeling how Sirius' thumbs were stroking the skin above your cheekbones.

"Can i ask you something?" you murmured, looking from one to the other.

"Anything, darling" Remus replied without hesitation.

"Does it hurt to die? Did you suffer?"

Sirius gave you a smile, removing his hands from your face, while Remus resisted the urge to brush your hair behind your ear, like he used to do.

"It's easier than falling asleep. You feel nothing, i can assure you"

You nodded, relieved that they were okay. Then you looked down at the stone still clutched in your hand.

"You know, there are a lot of things i wish i could have told you before you died" you said with a faint smile, looking back at them. "For example, that i am so happy to have had you two as parents and that i have loved every single moment that i lived with you. I loved flying with daddy for the first time on his broom. I loved when dad read me bedtime stories before going to sleep. I loved baking Christmas cookies with you and i loved watching cartoons on the tv that dad bought from the muggles. I loved the nights we spent cuddling in your big bed when i was afraid of the dark and those spent healing dad's wounds after the full moon. I loved the day you welcomed me and we became a family. I love you so much"

Your parents looked at you with tender smiles and shining eyes.

"We love you too sweetheart. So much" Sirius said.

"We will always love you to infinity" Remus continued. "And we will always be proud to have you as our daughter"

You saw that their hands were intertwined and it warmed your heart. You were happy that even in the afterlife they were still together. You knew that the love that united them would never separate them.

"It's my fault you guys died" you murmured, feeling guilty. "I'm sorry"

Sirius shook his head with a smile.

"Darling, i would sacrifice my life countless times to save your life and Harry's. So don't you dare say it's your fault anymore, am i clear?"

"And i couldn't let that crazy Dolohov hurt you" Remus said then.

"Oh yeah, i heard the way you insulted the bastard. I'm proud of you Moony" he said, making you chuckle lightly, knowing that what you had told Remus before he died was true.

"What we want you to know is that you shouldn't blame yourself for something WE decided to do" Remus said solemnly, looking into your eyes. "Because we would do it again and again if it meant saving your life. This is what a father does for his daughter, okay baby?"

You felt your free hand get colder and when you looked down you saw Sirius's clear one covering yours. You looked at him and he gave you a smile, nodding in agreement with everything Remus had said. And you nodded too, muttering an "Okay" back. At least now the guilt wasn't gripping you anymore.

"Sweetheart" Remus gave you a small sad smile. "I know this will be very difficult for you, but you have to be strong and move forward. You can't stay locked in the house forever"

Your smile fell from your lips and you shook your head weakly. "And how can i do that? Without you i remain alone..."

"Hey hey, don’t say that" Sirius said, leaning towards you. "Darling, who said you're alone? You still have Harry, Hermione, Ron and all your other friends"

"And you were never completely alone" Remus continued, smiling at you. "Daddy and i always stayed with you and watched you fight, you know. You just couldn't see us"

You looked at them with big shining eyes.

"Really?"

The two nodded and Sirius raised a hand to point at your chest, where your heart was.

"We are always here, my love. And we promise that we will never leave you. Understood?"

"You don't have to be afraid. We will stay by your side, no matter what happens" said finally Remus.

You nodded, smiling and sniffling and then you raised your pinkie towards them.

"We'll stay together?"

And they wrapped their pinkies around yours without hesitation.

"Always"

From the kitchen, Harry heard the promise you had exchanged and smiled, glad that he had managed to put your heart at peace and free your mind from the darkness and nightmares that haunted you.

Knowing you, he knew you would probably want to give him the stone back, but Harry knew you needed it more than him. And he and your parents would've helped you move forward.

i'm kinda proud of this one so please let me know what you think^^

[slu7formen]

I heard you were sad about the lack of Luke asks, so l've decided to try and help! Bare with me bc this might not be the best considering I'm think on the spot and its late over here so feel free to delete!

So, reader was with Luke when he was running away with Annie and Thalia so they're really close. Then, when her and Luke were like 16 or smth reader left on a quest and its been like 2 years so its assumed that she just failed and died on her quest. This ruined Luke bc he loved her and one night, maybe at the bonfire, he hears reader screaming his name somewhere in the foresty part of camp, just absolutely terrified. He finds her and shes hurt, I'm talkin reallyyy messed up like a massive gash across her eye, (matching scar awww) leavin her like half blind, huge claw marks, teeth marks, and other wounds. He carries her to the infirmary, shes prob passed out at this point from like blood loss. Anyways, she finally wakes up in the infirmary and a bunch of fluff ensues, yk the usual "Don't ever leave me again" "I thought you were dead" the fun stuff and obv they confess to each other! (also, is 🖤 taken?)

whoever made this request, it was so good, you’re evil and brilliant; thank you 🖤

MDNI. luke castellan x fem!reader

warnings: wounds, injuries, blood mention, presumed death, luke being heartbroken (sorry), crying

reminder: english's not my first language so l apologize for any spelling mistakes

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Every morning, Luke woke with the same dull ache in his chest, a constant reminder of the gaping hole your absence had left in him. It was a hollow ache, a physical manifestation of the loneliness that had become his unwelcome company. Nine years old when he ran away, the world had been a harsh teacher, but three years later, when he found you, that harshness had softened, replaced by a fierce protectiveness. You, a scared, twelve-year-old with defiance blazing in your eyes and a meager weapon in hand, had become his anchor in the storm.

The streets had been a cruel way of living, but together, you and Luke had forged a bond stronger than steel. You were the same age, yet he was older by a few months, a difference that somehow granted him a silent responsibility for your safety. Thalia and Annabeth, two more lost souls swept up in the world of their demigod destinies, completed their unbalanced family. But it was you and Luke, the two eldest, who shared a silent language of understanding that went beyond words. You fought together, scavenged together, your backs against the world.

The arrival of Grover, a satyr reeking of panic, brought relief and a terrifying truth— you weren't alone. The hunt for demigods was real, and you were all in danger.

Fourteen. A year etched in his memory with the sharp point of a spear. The monsters, the desperate fight, Thalias selfless sacrifice, the agonizing transformation into the pine tree — the events played on a loop in his mind. Camp Half-Blood, once a beacon of hope, now felt like a bittersweet prison. He had you by his side then, a hand to grip in the darkness, a silent understanding in your shared gaze.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. You were supposed to be there, by his side, facing challenges and forging a future together. He replayed the memory of your first quest announcement on a loop. The fear in his gut, a slap in the face of his fierce protectiveness. He wasn't supposed to lose you.

It wasn't fair. It shouldn't have been you, alone, facing whatever monstrous fate had befallen you. A bitter taste filled his mouth as he replayed the day you left. The forced cheer, the worry that gnawed at him, all a blur now. Training became a way to numb the ache, each swing of his sword carrying a silent plea for your sate return. But as days turned into months, the hope that had fueled him began to fade away.

News traveled slow in the demigod world, but eventually, rumors reached Camp Half-Blood. Whispers of a monstrous encounter, a lost trail, a silence that stretched too long. A year after your departure, the whispers solidified into a grim reality - you were missing, presumed dead.

Luke felt the world tilt on its axis. Denial battled with a cold, horrifying truth. You were gone.

A quest, a single solitary mission, had stolen you from him. Stolen your laughter, your warmth, your presence that had become an essential part of his world. It wasn't fair.

The quest for the Golden Apple had been a cruel twist of fate. A desperate attempt to appease his father, to offer a sliver of hope to a camp drowning in sadness, it had backfired spectacularly. Luke returned empty-handed, his body wracked with exhaustion and his spirit battered. But the most visible reminder of his failure was the jagged scar that ran from beneath his eye down to his chin, a pale testament to the dragon's fury.

He'd needed your presence then more than ever. Needed your steady gaze and the quiet strength you possessed. Needed the spark of defiance in your eyes that mirrored his own growing anger towards a world that had seemed so determined to tear them apart. He needed your touch, your hugs, he needed you.

He stood stiffly before your burial shroud, an image carved in his memory forever. Tears streamed down his face, hot and unchecked. He ignored the concerned glances of his friends, focusing only on the phantom warmth of your hand in his, a memory more vivid than anything else.

In that moment, ravaged by grief, a single truth burned bright — he loved you. And he had lost you. The world felt a little emptier, a little colder, without you by his side.

And the first nights after you left were the worst.

At first, they were hopeful visions. He'd see you, alone on a dusty road, tending to a nasty gash on your arm with a makeshift bandage. A surge of worry would course through him, a familiar anxiety honed by years on the streets. But then, a wry smile would tug at his lips as he remembered the countless times he'd taught you how to create a tourniquet, how to patch a wound and survive on the bare minimum. A flicker of confidence, a belief in your resourcefulness, would chase away the initial fear. He just knew you'd find a way back to him.

He'd wake with a jolt, his hand instinctively reaching for the empty space beside him. The sheets were cold, the air thick with the silence of your absence. But then, a flicker of hope would ignite— you were alive, you were out there.

Finally, the dreams turned into nightmares. You'd appear, but not the way he remembered you. Pale and gaunt, your eyes hollow and vacant. Sometimes, you'd be chased by monstrous shadows, their grotesque forms dissolving into a chilling whisper of your name. These dreams left him gasping for breath, his heart hammering against his ribs.

It had been a little over a year since the agonizing ceremony, the image of your burial shroud seared into his memory. But time, a supposed healer, offered no solace. In reality, it had stretched the fact of your absence even wider. Two years. Two years since he'd last seen your smile, heard your voice, felt the warmth of your hand in his.

"Luke!"

Ah, yes. He heard you sometimes. At first, it happened while he was alone; he believed it could be you, trying to contact him in some way, but it never was that way. He never found you. Then he started hearing your voice in crowded places, mistaking your voice for the ones of other campers, and his heart ached every time he realized it wasn't you.

He felt like he was going insane. Hearing you, even after years. He must be going mad. But then, it became clearer.

"Luke!"

The voice, barely audible above the crackling flames, cut through his thoughts like a knife. He froze, his hand tightening around the thin stick that held his burned marshmallow. Was it-? No. It couldn't be. He must be imagining things again.

The grief, the pain, he knew, could play tricks on the mind.

He brushed it off, attempting to rejoin the conversation, forcing a lightness to his voice that felt hollow. But then, it came again. Clearer this time, tinged with a desperate urgency.

"Luke!? Luke!"

The single word, laden with a desperate urgency, pierced through his defenses. He froze, his blood turning to ice. It was your voice. The same voice that filled his dreams and haunted his waking hours. He whipped his head around, searching the darkened forest beyond the fire's reach.

But the trees stood silent, their branches swaying gently in the night breeze. Nothing. Yet, the echo of your voice lingered in the air, a chilling reminder of the impossible. His heart pounded in his chest, a frantic drum against his ribs.

He glanced around the fire, catching the bewildered expressions of a few campers who had clearly heard the voice too. Their eyes mirrored the confusion and fear that clawed at him. If he said anything, they'd think he'd cracked, that the pain had finally driven him mad.

"Luke!"

But it was you.

Your voice, unmistakable and undeniably real. A wave of disbelief washed over him, followed by a surge of hope so intense it threatened to suffocate him.

He scrambled to his feet, ignoring the surprised yelps of his friends as he knocked over a tray of steaming hot cocoa cups. Stumbling over his own feet, he charged towards the edge of the forest, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs.

He skidded to a halt just inside the treeline, his eyes scanning the darkness. "yn!?" he called out, his voice hoarse with a mixture of fear and desperate hope. The only reply was the rustling of leaves in the night breeze.

It was cloaked in darkness, making it impossible to discern any details. But there was a smallness, a fragility to its silhouette that resonated with his memory of you.

Just as doubt began to creep back in, another call pierced the silence. "Luke!" This time, the desperation in your voice was unmistakable.

He didn't hesitate any longer. "yn!" he roared, his voice raw with emotion as he launched himself into a run.

Several campers, roused by the commotion, scrambled to their feet, their eyes wide with confusion and trepidation. They watched, mouths agape, as Luke bolted towards the treeline, his long strides eating away at the distance.

"Luke!" Your voice came again, closer this time, tinged with a note of panic.

"yn!" He didn't dare slow down, his heart making its way up to his mouth. He could hear the sound of others following him, their footsteps pounding on the soft earth behind him.

Through the dense foliage, he caught a glimpse of your figure — small, hunched over, moving with a limp. Hope flared bright within him, battling the tide of fear that threatened to drown him.

Then, you stumbled, nearly falling. He redoubled his efforts, pushing himself to the limit. As he broke through the last line of trees, he saw you standing there, bathed in the pale moonlight.

And his breath hitched in his throat.

The sight of you, once vibrant and full of life, was a punch to the gut. Dirt and grime smeared your face, your clothes were ripped and tattered, and a sheen of sweat covered your brow. But it was the wounds that stole his breath away. Deep claw marks raked across your arms, a bloody gash marred your leg, and the most horrifying of all — a massive scar stretched across your eye, a brutal reminder of some unseen battle. The campers behind him gasped in unison, their faces etched with shock and horror.

Chiron, alerted by the commotion, pushed his way through the crowd, his brow furrowed in concern.

But your focus was solely on Luke. With a desperate cry of his name, you lurched towards him, your injured leg buckling beneath you. Without hesitation, Luke launched himself forward, catching you in his arms just before you hit the ground.

"Luke..." you whispered, your voice barely a breath. Your eyes, the one that wasn't obscured by the wound, flickered with a spark of relief and a hint of something else - a deep, unspoken emotion that mirrored his own.

Then, your eyelids fluttered closed, and your body went limp in his arms. Panic surged through him as he cradled you closer, his voice hoarse with a mixture of fear and relief. " yn? No, no, no, no, yn?" he slightly slapped your cheek, no response. He looked back to to the campers that decided to follow him, his voice cracking with desperation. "Get the Apollo cabin, now!"

The days that followed your arrival were shrouded in a suffocating silence. The once vibrant camp seemed to echo with a collective held breath. No one dared to talk to Luke.

His eyes, once playful and sparkly, now held a deep, smoldering anger. He snapped at anyone who dared to approach. Only Chiron, with his patient wisdom, Annabeth, with her loyalty, and the healers of Apollo cabin, sworn to secrecy about your condition, were able to pierce the storm raging within him.

Each day, a relentless routine unfolded. Luke would rise with the first rays of dawn, his body heavy with the weight of his own despair. He'd force down a meager breakfast, the taste turning to ash in his mouth. Then, with a heart that felt like a lead weight in his chest, he'd make the agonizing trek to the Big House, the temporary haven where you resided. He would do it multiple times a day, actually.

Lee, the son of Apollo with a mop of messy blonde hair and eyes that held a touch of empathy, would greet him at the door, a practiced neutrality masking his concern. The answer was always the same. You were alive. The healers had managed to stabilize you. But your recovery was a slow, painful journey. The wounds you bore were a testament to a harrowing pain, and the care they had taken on your body was immense.

As soon as you had fainted in his arms, you had slipped into unconsciousness. No amount of coaxing, no whispered pleas from the healers, or songs in Ancient Greek, could bring you back. Luke was devastated. The relief of having you back, a physical presence after two agonizing years, was a fragile flame quickly extinguished by the reality of your condition. Your life hung by a thread, and he was kept at arm's length.

One particularly bleak afternoon, Luke found himself face-to-face with Chiron. The old centaur, his kind eyes reflecting the turmoil swirling within Luke, gestured for him to sit.

"Luke," Chiron began, his voice soft yet firm, "I understand your pain. Your worry for yn is valid and understandable. But you must also understand, her condition is delicate"

Luke clenched his fists, his jaw tightening with suppressed anger. "Why can't I see her? Annabeth's younger than me and yet, she gets to see her. Why not me?" The words tumbled out, laced with a raw desperation.

Chiron sighed, a weary sound. "Because, Luke," he said, his voice heavy with empathy, "we fear the emotional toll it might take on you if-, if the worst were to happen."

He slumped in his chair, defeated. Grief, anger, and a gnawing helplessness battled within him.

"How long then?" he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. "How long will it be before I can see her again?"

Chiron reached out, placing a comforting hand on Luke's shoulder. "We don't know, Luke" he said honestly. "But the healers are doing their best And you need to find your strength. She will need it when she wakes up”

He nodded dumbly, understanding Chiron's concern for him. But that didn't make the gnawing ache in his chest any less agonizing. He missed you. Missed the warmth of your hand in his, the light that sparkled in your eyes, the way your laughter could chase away even the darkest shadows.

A few days later, he walked by the Big House again. Lee greeted him again, just as every other day.

"How is she?" Luke asked.

Lee sighed, a gust of exasperation tinged with sympathy. He looked tired himself, dark circles under his eye and a large cup of coffee in his hand. "Little change. But she's stable. Stronger than she looks. We had some healers fainting because of how much singing they've done to her"

A muscle ticked in Luke's jaw. "Can't I at least see her?" The words came out harsher than he intended, dripping with frustration.

Lee studied him for a long moment, his own blue eyes reflecting the turmoil within Luke. Finally, he spoke. "Look, I get it. You're scared, you're angry. But you have to understand, seeing her like this... we can't let you"

Luke clenched his fists. "I can handle it" he growled, the beast within him straining against its leash.

Lee took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Can you, Luke? Can you handle the possibility that maybe she doesn't get to wake up?"

The question hung in the air, a brutal truth that stripped away Luke's bravado. He stared at Lee, the anger draining away, replaced by a raw vulnerability that surprised even him. He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat suddenly making it hard to breathe.

"No" he whispered, the single word a confession of his deepest fear.

Lee nodded, a flicker of understanding softening his features. "Then trust us, Luke. Trust the healers. We're doing everything we can."

And then he remember Chiron's words. He knew he was right. He couldn't bear the thought of the last image of you being one of unconsciousness, a pale specter in a sterile infirmary bed.

The days that followed settled into a grim routine. Luke stopped asking the relentless question, 'Did she wake up?' The answer, etched into his weary soul, was a constant ache that no words could soothe. He had stopped arguing, the initial burst of rebellion replaced by a quiet desperation. He started asking more specific questions, focusing on the details of your injuries. Your eye, the massive gash that mirrored his own scar in a way that made his stomach churn, became a particular point of morbid fascination.

He couldn't bear to look at the jagged mark on his face, couldn't imagine how it felt on yours.

Not because he thought you wouldn't be beautiful —he knew you would be. But the thought of you facing the same constant reminder of pain, of vulnerability, filled him with a protective rage that simmered beneath the surtace.

But then, a shift began to occur. He noticed stolen glances exchanged between the Apollo campers, hushed whispers that died down as soon as he entered their vicinity. An unspoken secret they guarded fiercely. He tried to ignore it, burying himself in training, seeking solace in the familiar sting of sweat and exertion. Chiron's words were a constant drumbeat in his head - seeing you too soon, on the precipice of death, was a burden he might not bear.

But later that day, as the sun dipped below the horizon casting the camp in an orange glow, Chiron sought him out. Luke braced himself, his heart plummeting into his stomach. His mind spun with a thousand morbid possibilities.

He met Chiron's gaze, a storm brewing in his own eyes. "What is it?" he rasped, voice breaking.

Chiron took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto Luke's with a solemn intensity. "Luke," he began, his voice thick with a mix of trepidation and hope, "she's awake."

The world seemed to tilt on its axis again. The air whooshed out of Luke's lungs, leaving him breathless. For a moment, he could only stare, his mind struggling to process the simple, life-altering statement.

Then he ran.

His feet pounded a trantic rhythm against the dusty path, each step fueled by a desperate need to see you. Chiron's protests, if there were any, were lost in the roar of blood rushing in his ears. He wouldn't be denied this. Not now. His legs pumped like pistons, fueled by a desperate hope that threatened to shatter him if it turned out to be false. He burst through the doors of the Big House, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste. The interior was deserted, the silence amplifying the frantic pounding of his heart.

He flung open the infirmary door, the sight inside momentarily stealing his breath. Two Apollo campers stood by the window, their hushed whispers abruptly cut short by his arrival.

But his eyes were locked on you, the very image of him defying the cruelty of fate.

You sat on the bed, a fragile silhouette bathed in the pale light, your head bent over your bandaged hands. Your hair, once a fiery mane, had grown longer, a testament to the time that had passed for him in a blur of grief. Your skin, usually kissed by the sun, was a pale canvas.

He took everything in — the fresh cuts marring your arms, the claw marks, the way your shoulders slumped with exhaustion. And you had lifted your head, startled by the sudden noise.

Your eyes, usually sparkling with life, were dull with pain, but when they met his, a spark ignited within them.

"Luke!"

The word ripped from your throat, a cry that echoed with relief and a tremor of something deeper. You lunged off the bed, ignoring the wince that contorted your face as your injured leg protested.

"yn, wait!" Lee sprang forward, concern etched on his face. Your stitches, particularly those on your thigh, were still fresh, and any sudden movement could cause them to tear.

But you didn't listen. You threw yourself at Luke, your arms wrapping around him with a desperation that mirrored his own. He caught you, the impact sending a jolt through his body. His arms tightened around you, a desperate need to hold on, to feel you solid against him.

He held you tight, the fierce possessiveness in his grip both a comfort and a warning. Your body, the way you fit so perfectly against his larger frame, sent a jolt through him. He'd grown, you realized, his broad shoulders feeling wider, his embrace stronger. In contrast, you felt impossibly small, the warrior you remembered replaced by a shell of the person you once were. His hot tears quickly started to wet your hair.

The sudden weakness in your leg, the one that had been screaming in protest since you lunged at him, finally overwhelmed you. A sharp cry escaped your lips as your body gave way beneath you. Instinctively, Luke tightened his grip, his arms morphing into a cradle to catch your fall.

The impact with the floor sent a fresh wave of pain shooting through you, but it was a dull ache compared to the overwhelming joy of finally being in his arms again. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his back, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Luke wouldn't stop sobbing now, his shoulder shaking as his arms held you into his embrace.

The Apollo campers, sensing the intimacy of the moment, mumbled apologies as they slipped out of the infirmary, leaving you and Luke alone.

He cradled you close, the scent of your hair and the warmth of your body a balm to his battered soul. He buried his face in your hair, inhaling the familiar fragrance that had haunted his dreams for so long. It was real. You were real.

"You're alive" he sobbed, the words a broken mantra against your ear. "You're alive" he repeated. Each repetition wasn't just for you, but for him, a desperate attempt to convince himself that this wasn't a cruel dream, that you weren't an illusion.

He pulled back slightly, cupping your face in his hand, his thumb gently tracing the line of your jaw. The wounds looked clean now, stitched and bandaged, but the raw pain was etched in the lines around your eyes. The gash across your eye, a crimson scar angry and fresh, pulled at the corner of your eye, making it appear swollen and bruised. Yet, to him, you were the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.

It started a finger's width above your eyebrow, then, just as abruptly, it dipped down, catching the outer corner of your eye. The scar tissue pulled the delicate skin, making your eye appear slightly narrowed and bloodshot.

But despite the rawness of the wound, despite the vulnerability etched on your face, there was something undeniably fierce about you. It was a look he hadn't seen before, a look born from surviving the unthinkable.

Tears welled up in your eyes again, blurring your vision. You had always been beautiful, that much was undeniable. But now, even with a scar contrasting against your features, you were breathtaking.

He didn't mean to say it out loud, but the words tumbled from his lips before he could stop them.

"You look beautiful" he breathed, his voice thick with emotion.

His words sent a shiver down your spine. You leaned into his touch, seeking solace in the warmth of his hand. "It hurts" you whispered, a tear tracing a path down your cheek.

"I know" he murmured, his voice filled with empathy. He sniffed uncontrollably at your sight, so broken and fragile, wrapped around his arm. "But you're alive. You're here" his bottom lip started trembling before he could control it. He inhaled sharply and his voice came out shaky; "I thought you were dead" tears rolling down his cheeks.

You laughed, a weak sound that was more like a sob. "You won't get rid of me that easily"

He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm on your skin. In that moment, the infirmary with its sterile smell and harsh light faded away. All that existed was the feel of you in his arms, the warmth of your body against his, and the knowledge that you were alive.

"Don't ever leave me again" he pleaded, his voice thick with a mix of relief and terror. The thought of losing you again, of facing another agonizing day without you, was almost unbearable.

"I wouldn't dream of it" you whispered.

[personallysunny]

Me doing anything but working on my comics

Just to not throw all context out the window. In this super awesome world we have the toons. And there's multiple versions of them. And they all have their own group- except a lot of them is separated from their group bc of twisteds and their group dying.

Cosmo came from a very tried nonchalant monotone group. Most of the toons from his group is twisted-- including his Sprout. The twisted version of his Sprout was gonna kill him but This other Sprout u see on the drawings saved Cosmo.

Sprout came from a very optimistic kind good good very good group. But they're all dead. And his Cosmo is twisted also. Yeah good times

The little ones are kind of very failed toons-- created wrong, yk. Bc they're small. Bc they're small they easily die, and yeh most of their group is dead. Rn we have the four, Flutter shrimpo Goob and Connie bein taken care of and protected by Sprout.

There's all ur context ok I'm gonna run five marathons neow and travel to mars thanks.

[lackablazeical]

Viv when she cant sexualize men and villainize women: 👹👺👺👺👹👹

Okay so this redesign was spurred by my friend who really doesn't like Adam, so I decided to do my spin on him!

First: in the Bible, it is CANON he is made from red soil/clay. Which is dark. He is not white. He is poc. Okay? Cool

Okay so other then that, mostly I just wanted to make him seem much more ethereal. I based his design on clothes the pope wears, like the fuckn. Sash things and stuff. His wings take the place of a sash and while he can use them, rarely does (a reference to his connection to the earth)

I used mostly primary colors for him, kinda nodding to the fact he's like the 'origin' person. Mostly gold tho bc why not (also contrasts the blue of heaven, and its in reference to his greedy need to put his family before god)

But also his robe has red edges like they're stained w/ blood too, and his stomach sash has a similar stain. He has very little blue to show that his true loyalties don't lie with heaven, but with his wife.

And okay, I hate how ppl will use the 'they're in hell! Ofc they curse!" Excuse but also like. Hate that some characters are sexist or whatevs. Like bro. It'd make sense characters are gonna be sexist/ableist/etc etc. Why beef w/ Adam over it. So I kept Adam being sexist, but it's moreso bc he loves his wife so much he refuses to treat any other women well, bc he's so loyal. Type to drop a door on a lady bc it's not his gf yk.

I hc that Eve is buried in pride, and has a tree growing from her body (she's not dead but more in like kinda a limbo), and that's where Heaven stays in Hell. And so Adam goes down there during exterminations to see her tree and talk to her before he has to leave again.

Adam was originally a good person, but bc of his eating of the apple (which stained his teeth), he now can't NOT indulge sin, and most often, he indulges in greed (like only doing things if he thinks he could get eve back), and wrath (the more violent side of the masculine he represents).

Also bc of this, one of his punishments from God is being blinded, unable to see God's holy light or the face of his wife ever again. He also had his wedding band finger cut off as punishment too. The rest of his fingers have golden caps, bc he is dangerous to touch bc yk. How sinful he is from eating the fruit

And the fig leaves are just cus yk. He's associated w/ em. The leaves on his head actually form a shape of ram horns since rams represent devotion to God and Adam fell bc he wasn't devoted enough

Also I will keep that Eve was made from Adam BUT comma, she took not just his rib but his liver, 10 of his fingers (he originally had 20), and his skin. Just cus yeah why not

So yeah. Love this design loads actually LMAO

[north-kieren]

HEYY RED I LOVE YOUR CONTENT

i just came here bc i wanted to ask how bakugo was in your MHA DR

I'm glad you like it 🧌🖤

In 1a I mainly hang out with him, kirishima and a few others like 99% of my free time when I'm not doing something else like sleeping like the dead or fighting for my life somewhere off campus 🌚🙏🏽 me and bakugo had a very rough ish start if I'm being honest. People with big egos just piss me off more than anything else (cough cough because of my Cr dad cough) so I'm always just immediately irritated a bit when I meet people like that so it's nothing surprising. It's okay though because of course later on I moved past that and we ended up alright. When I decided to shift to mha, I basically knew nothing of it fr nor the people I was gunna be surrounded with, I was just focused and excited entirely for the whole quirk and hero shit yk.

People like bakugo, to me, are people that you will need to have patience and understanding if you want to befriend them (it feels weird talking about him like I'm giving advice to single mothers out there or sum about how to deal with an unruly kid 😭 I promise guys seriously he's not that bad at all he's a very good guy especially later on, which is why I said PATIENCE because again, he's a person that goes through a LOT in a short ass amount of time. Understanding and balancing that with your own standards/personality is key.)

My personal relationship with him is mainly just me tagging along as much as I can and eventually he just let it happen. Same thing with kirishima as well, like the reason why I even put up with his attitude was because I genuinely could see us becoming friends in the future and that's exactly what happened. Before I left, we were the closest we've been since I've been shifting to this Dr, I mainly say this because I started to withdraw from everything, school, our usual training and gym seshs, hanging out together or just being in each other's presence, I just stopped and that's what made me realize that he either got so used to it that he noticed this pretty much immediately, or he actually values our friendship (that was shady ik I'm only half joking)

Hes genuinely a good guy, again, like of course he's got his flaws but so does everyone else. Besides, we're all teenagers dude, of course we're gunna be messy. ESPECIALLY with everything happening like the hero course, and villains getting in the way, legit just making life harder for us than it already is yk.

.....his parents too? My god. I bout moved in and kicked him out of his own damn house honestly, they're both so lovely. Truthfully, they're such a beautiful family, their relationship is something I envy like hell😭. ANYWAYS

I feel like I don't talk/post about my friends back at UA so feel free to ask about any of them.

11:11 as I post this go shift yall

[karoochui]

What im hearing is:

Little crow feet outside my window bcs im feeding them- that’s besides the point!

Is there magic??? His shovel looks magic and they look magic

And do give me every detail you are thinking of for the series even if its in the distant future or not that relevant but you want to share

Crows!! Cute!! Also sorry i didnt get to this sooner my laptop BROKE (still broken but usable) and my mom and i have been looking for someone to fix it. Ive been drawing with it sparingly to be careful.

YES there is magic. Of course im still working on this storywise but im getting characters designs n whatnot done right now. Dynamics n stuff. BUT i do have some refs i made before my laptop broke.

I like to draw out certain stuff so that it helps with descriptions in the future; i have the worst memory so it helps to be able to do so. (More beneath cut)

Im so excited for moon's shadow form. Oh my god. Its probably my favorite thing right now.

Fun thing about it is that in this form he can touch you but you cant touch him. Something something you can be cast in shadow but you cant take it off yk? He's still light sensitive like this though, so if the area hes in isn't dark enough or he's hit with anything too bright he just reverts back. At that point he'd just have to rely on normal hand to hand stuff and his sand lol. The shadow form is just better for sneaking and speed. Really, he's some amalgamative idea of the sandman and boogieman. I thought it fit well with his whole "naptime attendant gone wrong" thing.

Sun's design, however, is more like if you mixed a cowboy, wizard, and gravedigger together. I made it a while ago on a whim with no intention behind it but then i ended up thinking "ykw would be so awesome".

The hat dips to cover the crescent side of his face (not intentional on his part) to symbolize his resentment towards moon and how he basically damned him to an hourglass. His eyes are easier to see bc of this which could seem more trusting (eyes are the window to the soul or whatever), but the thing is thats not normal for him (as we know) so it's meant to make him look suspicious and looming to 4th wall viewers. There's also the fact that i just thought it was cool too.

He also doesn't get a second form. Moon's sneaky and weird so i thought it would fit to give him some freaky thing iykwim. Sun, however, is a pretty "in your face" kinda guy, so his look and fight style is more extravagant and boisterous. Lots of swinging amd yelling and boom bang zap! Despite the showiness he's actually a longer range fighter. Mainly because unlike moon, thousands of years ago, he wasn't often one to get violent with his hands. His weapon is just obnoxiously large too though.

They are still one animatronic and their transformation is still triggered by light. Instead of an AI chip though (which is still in there but long dead), they live through the work of a soul. They're still physically inorganic but as far as spiritually they're as close as they're gonna get to being human. Their life and functionailty is derived from the magic itself, not the machinery. Like if for some reason they lost all their magic they'd just drop dead from a battery life long since drained.

The hourglass has a carousel-like design to it purely as reference to moon's level in Help Wanted 2.

Sorry for rambling so much but this is what i've got for you so far! I have a general idea for the plot but im tryna to make it more than what it is rn, so i dont wanna share too much of that just yet in case i change or completely toss away an idea.

[talxe]

Reading the Iliad, Book 19 thoughts

This is my first time ever reading it and I know next to nothing abt greek mythology so if I interpret anything wrong by all means pls correct me

Im reading the Robert Fagles translation

Achilles and Agamemnon were acting really damn lame in this book

Thetis meets up with Achilles and lays his new armor at his feet. Achilles is face down still crying over Patroclus's body.

"He's gone bro 😐 get up" - Thetis

This armor is so divine and shit mortal men can't look at it for too long be it glistens so bright

So now Achilles is all set to head into battle

but Achilles doesn't want to leave Pat's body bc he fears that worms, and flies, and all that will defile his corpse

Thetis tells her son, to not worry about that bc she will make sure no decomposition sets in and Pat could lie there for a year and his body would still be fresh

Achilles calls a meeting between the men in the camp

All the important ppl show up. They're like all injured tho

Achilles starts talking to Agamemnon abt how their fight was really stupid and how he wishes Artemis had struck Briseis down with an arrow the day he stormed Lyrnessus.....

Just die already, Achilles.

Because it was so obviously her fault and not the actions of the childish men who now control her entire life😀

Achilles you got an arrow coming your way too my friend

So Agamemnon (Yk the one who really started it all and later took responsibility for to) says "Yeah the gods really robbed us of our senses for a moment there😕."

FOR 19 BOOKS????

LITERALLY BLAMING EVERYONE BUT THEMSELVES

JOJO HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING?

And he STILL gives Achilles all the shit he offered him in book 9

Odysseus gets up in front of everyone and pitches to the idea that Agamemnon swear an oath to the gods and to everyone else that he never raped Briseis.

Odysseus, I would think you would fucking hate oaths considering the last oath you suggested everyone make

Achilles really wants to go fuck up the Trojans like NOW so he basically says "No one eats until we avenge Patroclus😡"

But Ody tells Achilles that they all should eat so they can have the energy to fight in the first place and runs off to grab Achilles' gifts

One gift being Briseis herself

Agamemnon swears the oath. (His ass was probably lying)

The meeting ends and everyone goes back to their tents

Once Achilles and Birseis enter his tent, Birseis see that Patroclus dropped like a fucking fly

She begins to cry and beat at her chest. Somewhere in the middle of all that she says "Patroclus, you never let me mourn my husband and brothers when Achilles murdered them and you promised to make Achilles marry me. You were always so kind🥺."

I GUESS NO ONE TOLD HER??

Anyway girl don't cry, one of your oppressors is dead. Celebrate.

Agamemnon, Nestor, Menelaus, Odysseus, Idomeneus, and Phoenix are still trying to get Achilles to eat be he refuses out of mourning for Patroclus.

Achilles laments that Patroclus would always serve them a meal but now he can't anymore.

oh....😭

Achilles has such a way of making you hate him all the while feeling bad for him.

He says that even should he learn of his own father's death (Peleus), the pain would still not compare to what he feels for Patroclus's death

THEN Achilles says that Patroclus was supposed to get Neoptolemus and bring him back to Achilles' homeland and show him all his wealth.

Achilles literally had a whole life planned out for his loved ones after he was gone.

How much time did he spend preparing Patroclus for a life without him only for Pat to die first😭

Cut to Athena and Zeus. He asks "Hello? don't you like Achilles or whatever🤨 why are you letting him suffer?"

Athena goes down and instills nector and ambrosia within him to stave off the hunger.

I shit you not the fucking horses start talking.

As Achilles is preparing for battle he starts talking to the damn horses.

"Ok, you guys really dropped the ball last time. You need to make sure your charioteer actually comes back alive this time. Remember how you left Patroclus?" - Achilles

LMAOOO the blame game just won't fucking stop.

And to horse go "Achilles ur going to die soon by the way."

Achilles is no phased and just says that he already knows all of that.

They go into battle.

The end

[orionremastered]

do you think you would ever do a wingfic? cause i LOVE your writing style and your shifter fics have lead me to believe that you would be super good at it :]

like brucie would obviously have batwings cause ✨drama✨ and maybe for the rest of the fam they have wings that match their hair colors and personalities? if that makes sense 🫠 and maybe the reader has just super duper soft wings :}

if you ever decide to do something wingfic esq. just know that i would be the first to read :3

with love - @gothammybeloved

Rising from the dead with this one (I have twenty asks in my inbox)

Happy Holidays you mfs

Masterlist

Bruce

Def a bat. Causes him problems with the press having similar wings to Batman sometimes but there's a lot of other people with bat wings so it's generally a baseless accusation. This likely goes for the entire batfam because lots of people have similar bird wings. Ye

I'd think that he and Lucius Fox probably designed some kind of protection for bat wings (and then later of feather wings once he adopted Dick etc) because criminals would purposely or accidentally rip the membrane/break the bones of batfam wings.

Dick

Dick is a Blue Jay because;

A) blue does it need explanation

B) Blue Jays have elliptical wings which are shaped in a way that "allow birds to maneuver tightly in confined spaces and minimize drag for rapid ascent and descent". And it makes sense for Dick who is flexible to concerning degrees. So. Neat

Jason

We have two options here:

A) secretary bird bc they beat the shit out of snakes. I promise. Snakes = dirty criminals yk??? Also that bird looks like it reads Jane Austen

B) Andean Condor which is the largest bird of prey

because Jason is a brick shit house

Tim

Crow/Raven. Doesn't matter cause they're both smart and have been known to use things like tools and other stuff etc.

Also black would fit with the Red Robin suit I'd think so yeah 👍

Damian

Like father like son, so bat wings too. In the League I'd think they would treat the wings of the Al Ghul (I'd wanna say all have bat wings too? Cant see Ra's with bird wings) family as...

Idk but see the vision ok: painting the membrane with special paint that doesn't weigh them down, in gold intricate patterns. They'd have people do it for them but when moving to Gotham, Damian would probably keep doing it himself.

Steph

Red (or yellow) tailed black cockatoo. Cockatoos have a fun personality I think and the wings of the red tailed black cockatoo are black, fitting in with her suit, but also have a fun sprinkle of yellow colouring.

Idk what birds have purple wings I sorry

Cass

An owl with black wings (black banded owl, black barn owl etc.) because:

A) black . Black bat? Like?

B) owls are silent in flight which makes sense for Cass because she's very stealthy and quiet.

Duke

Keeping a trend of Australian birds I think he'd be a rainbow lorikeet. Lovable colourful birds that no one can find a reason to hate except for when there's fifty squawking next to your bedroom cough cough

Have mostly yellow wings. Bonus their chest feathers reflect in ultraviolet light to signal (! See what I did there) to other birds. Let's pretend their wings do that too

Alfred

Some kind of albatross. This man went from British special forces to a butler for billionaires in America. He has travelled. He has seen shit. He makes it look easy

Bonus most albatross species live up and over of 50 years which isn't the longest but still pretty cool.

[ddejavvu]

Whipped!Hangman would:

Tell everyone to "Be nice to them, or you're all dead. Every single one of you. Especially you, Big Bird." He emphasizes the last part with a point to Rooster

Let you win at pool because you look so happy when you win and he doesn't have the heart to actually win

Give you seashells he finds

Win you a prize at a claw machine. He would literally stand there the whole night and empty out his wallet if it means he gets to see that smile when he gives the plush

Give you flowers. Idc idc, he so would

Listen to you talk and talk and talk

Send you songs that remind him of you

save your contact with a little '<3' after your name

no bc around his team members he's a whole different person than he is with you, and that's not to say he's not 'himself' around you, but he knows his friends need to be threatened into good behavior so he runs ahead when you meet them with the nastiest glare on his face like i fucking dare you to act out and lets you grab his arm if you're a little nervous to meet everyone :'))

hangman is the reigning pool champion but everyone else must be super bad bc he always loses to you?? he's really not even that good at pool, you don't know why he keeps making the stupid mistakes he does... oh well! he's asked you to teach him your methods, so you'll have fun giving him pointers <3

hangman probably never collects seashells, because he's too impatient to sift through the sand for him and there's always better stuff to be doing, like chasing a frisbee, catching a football, diving into the waves is he a dog? but he always collects seashells after you're dating, he spots one by his foot and he's like woah y/n would love this. and he just sticks it right in his pocket for you, presents the little thing in his giant palm later with a smile, like here y'go darlin'. Ain't it pretty? It made me think of you.

HNNGGH PLEASE :(( penny puts in an arcade machine in the bar to make more money, and it's proooobably rigged, but you can't prove anything >:( anyways ofc hangman doesn't know this, and penny didn't think anyone would put that much effort into the machine for a stupid pink bear, but $30 later (all paid in ones) he's about to smash the glass to get the poor thing out and you beg penny to just let him have it already 😭 she's like yk what i can buy a truckload of cheap stuffed animals with that $30. sold. so she fishes it out for him and is like ohh must be bugging out. i'll fix it. take this in the meantime. and he hasn't held it for a second before he turns around and gives it to you :')) he's all sheepish like wish I could'a won it for you. Guess I just paid Penny off, huh? I hope you like it anyways. and you sleep with it every night to make him feel better, you tuck it between the two of you when you cuddle up to his chest :')

he brings you flowers all the time!!! he's a real southern gentleman, if you ask what they're for he says 'just because' or 'just for being you' :')

he has one of those expressions where he zones out while listening to you talk and you can totally tell he's not paying attention to you anymore, he's looking at you all dreamy the same way babies look at chocolate 🥹

jake hangman country boy seresin only listens to country music. that's it. he'll send you any honky tonk song under the sun if it describes a sweet, pretty love interest, if there's anything positive at all in the song he's sending it like morning, darlin. this made me think of you <3

THE <3 !!!!!!!!! rooster's the first one to see it and his brow furrows and he goes 'hangman, who is that?' and jake snatches the phone away from him so fucking fast, snapping at him to stop snooping on people, it's rude. but bradley's seen it now, and he'll be damned if he doesn't torture the info out of hangman. within minutes everyone knows hangman's got a girl, and it's only a matter of time before you're discovered <3

[celestial-letters]

and the crowd went mild 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 also no chara dividers im lazy rn

these r so short id add more but im rushing rn sorry lmfao 😭😭😭

intended lowercase!

misc. obm hcs

LUCIFER

wakes up at the ass crack of dawn every single morning.

wears those old man pjs. with the long hat and fuzzy slippers and gown. you know the one.

most bitter coffee you've ever had in your life how he can drink it is astonishing.

his bed, his mattress, his pillows are all as hard as rock how does this man SLEEP.

sleeps like hes the corpse at the funeral hes that one image

MAMMON

will pull you into a headlock and call it a hug.

LEVIATHAN

guy who had mountain dew and cheeto dust in his veins instead of blood. guy who marinates in his room for two months straight. guy who- (i am immediately shot dead).

did a collab with the anti-lucifer league to create a 100k words dialuci fic to piss off lucifer (dont worry about him he got paid in anime and tsl merch).

TRULY believes he is the #1 tsl fan. and also #1 ruri fan.

wimp who VOLUNTARILY makes you cosplays if you are a cosplayer or even if you aren't. it will happen.

vtuber fan. he was like "hey i wanna be a streamer but i dont wanna show my face but i also want to be an anime boy! wait-" and now hes a vtuber.

has accidentally referred to all of his brothers as "chat" at least once. hes never recovering from that btw.

SATAN

cannot stop annotating books he reads for the life of him.

all of his books are just filled to the brim with sticky notes because all he does is annotate.

once he has a crush he will start imagining him and them in the same scenarios as the characters in romance novels he read. (loser alert!!)

sneaking a new cat into hol like once a week (he never succeeds btw).

ASMODEUS

oh boy his room REEKS of perfume and body spray.

"i sprayed my new perfume in every nook and cranny! smells so floral and elegant, don't you think?" (it smells like a bath and body works threw up.)

surprisingly plays the trumpet and BOY is he loud. bro is absolutely blasting those notes.

worst driver ever btw.

BEELZEBUB

freckles all over!! like a lot. *im not beating the insane allegations*

ate like 27 family size dorito bags, 30 dollars worth of taco bell, and four sprites in one sitting and he still hasnt recovered.

sleeps. like a lot. not as much as belphie but enough to be considered an eepy guy.

BELPHEGOR

will randomly grab every blanket and pillow he can get his hands on and make a nest in the common room if he's up to it. and then have everyone make a dog pile in it just so they can hang out and be silly.

will NOT clean it up afterwards. lucifer will tell him to and his only response will be "im tired..."

freckles like beel too i think theyre silly.

9829364 cow plushies. (theyre all from lucifer)

SOLOMON

will randomly gaslight people for no reason

"hey did you do the homework"

homework? what homework? there was homework? my, what even is homework? never heard of that.

"hey, i heard of this animal from the human world called a giraffe! can i see a picture?"

what? what's a giraffe? oh, those!! yeah, they're just myths. they're not real. purely fiction!!

yk that one post about tumblr funnyman solomon. he is a tumblr funnyman to me. he confidently posts his exploded spaghetti and gets 10k notes i think.

SIMEON

has a book club with satan and solomon. :)

probably writes oneshots of the brothers on tumblr idfk man (sorry to the simeon fans i write like nothing on this guy bro).

LUKE

bodily six ("but didnt the devs say hes ten?" shut up. /j)

along with that, also shorter than in canon. (since hes. yk. a first grader. that BOY is not five foot hes one sauce packet long dude.)

favorite store in the human world is walmart. i like to think his human world outfit is all exclusively from walmart bc thats funny i think.

DIAVOLO

hands of STEEL. he tries to grab your wrist and he nearly crushes it by accident.

ice cream!! he loves it :) his favorite is strawberry btw.

also this boy is NOT a himbo hes a smart man.

needs like a hug and some sleep and also a friend this boy works too much!!

BARBATOS

short. like really short. especially according to devildom standards since most demons are super tall.

"but isn't he six feet?" not in my heart.

somehow always making tea for some reason?? if he's not making tea then he's making pastries.

my boy does not SLEEP. hasn't slept since the sun has been birthed and doesn't plan on ever doing it.

[ankiebitez]

very odd thought but ngl i wonder what the whb demons would think of like human-specific trait things

like "the indomitable human spirit" where the mc is just Extremely determined to do something even if they're being threatened or nearly killed and the demons are just like "Bro it is Not that serious you do not have to try that hard"

or what mostly inspired this thought with something like morbid curiosity, bc since demons aren't really scared of death like humans and they see death pretty often from the war id imagine that they wouldn't really experience it like humans do yk

"i just got done killing a hoard of angels, theres a bunch of bodies everywhere"

"oh cool.................. where at?"

"down ___ street"

"............. can i go see it?"

"... sure i guess????????"

im just imagining the mc crouched poking a dead angel body with a stick like a kid looking at bugs and the demons just looking at them like "tf is this guy doing?" but would find it cute in a very weird way