#but I never bugged people to the point of annoyance about them

[borealwrites]

Ciri, quietly pondering to herself: ‘ Do not let him know how awkward you are. ‘

Roche: Nice weather.

Ciri: Oh, thanks—. . . What?

You know what, I can totally see Ciri falling for this guy

I mean I know nothing about his personality or skills, but he has a motorcycle. I approve of this Witcher x final fantasy ship! Maybe. Idk. Like I said I literally know nothing about him and I refuse to do more than an image search. Anyway he looks like he’d be awkward too! I don’t write for either of those fandoms, so I’m not taking that as a prompt.

[sugusatosluut]

Mind games

Not edited yet.

Synopsis: You’ve been fighting alongside Invincible and the guardians of the globe for years, yet youre the only super that the GDA can’t get any information about. Mark Grayson knows more than he lets on, but he doesn’t kiss and tell…

warnings: light smut, no use of y/n, some fluff, implied relationship, Reader is half viltrimite.

In the midst of a tough fight the guardians seemed to be struggling immensely against the unlikely team up between the lizard league and the mauler twins. It was almost unbearable to those watching live on television. The brutal tactics of the lizard league making viewers sick to their stomachs, the gut wrenching fear of possibly losing one of earth’s favorite super heroes.. that was until Invincible and Vex showed up at the ‘all is lost’ moment to save the day. Invincible showed up before you, smiling at your presence as you flew in immediately taking down salamander, then focusing your strength on Komodo Dragon.

“Hey take it easy Vex! I was getting there.” Invincible chuckled.

“Gotta fight me for him invincible.” You smiled at him.

Instead of waiting, you and Invincible teamed up taking down Komodo Dragon, then moving onto the mauler twins as the guardians recovered and took on the rest of the Lizard league. The pile of villains visible to viewers at home who cheered at the screen. The biggest threat of the day was taken down and according to everyone the day was saved.

You were satisfied, watching the guardians and Invincible socialize before deciding to take off. Before you could leave, you felt an arm grasp your own. It was invincible, the guardians and atom eve. They smiled at you.

“Vex, thank you for your help. Don’t think we could have done it without you.” He said smiling at you.

“Yeah you’re like, hella strong and smart and that’s a lot coming from me. I don’t usually think that of people.” Rex complimented you as he crossed his arms.

“Thank you, I just want to help where I can. The partnership between those guys was odd, could have been more dangerous than we thought if we didn’t take them down. You all did great work.” You smiled. Your mask was covering most of your face.

“You know.. Vex you should come hang at the guardian’s hq. Even if you’re not wanting to be part of the guardians you’re always welcome to come hangout and be yourself. Eve and invincible do it all the time. Plus we’d get to know more about you.” Rudy stated.

“Thank you. I’ll take some time to think about it.” You smiled.

Cecil popped in behind all of you, his presence immediately squashing the positivity in the air. He was satisfied with the outcome of the situation given it could have been much worse if not dealt with accordingly.

“They’re right Vex.” Cecil seemed to spit your name out his mouth with annoyance in his heart. Cecil had his ups and downs with the supers, always has a safeguard for when things seem to go against him or a super seems to act out and he needs the upper hand, but it was never that way with you for as long as you’ve been here. You’ve always made it a point to leave before Cecil arrives and this was why, he always wanted to know more. It bugged you to the core and invincible knew more than anyone how you felt, so he always watched before needing to jump in to your defense even though you never needed it.

“If you’re gonna help it’s earth courtesy to introduce yourself and make friends, unless you already knew that.. while you’re at it you might as well make that mandatory visit to the GDA and let us know more about you too so we can assist you better in fights or care for you medically without a fight.” He glared at you.

“Yeah.. like I said, I’ll think about it.” You said before taking off.

“Nice going Cecil, you scary fuck. You scared off one of the strongest supers we got.” Rex groaned, kicking a mauler twin who was out cold.

Invincible flew up after you, following behind you. This was always what happened after a huge fight. You’d play nice and social, then leave. Invincible would follow you to where the GDA couldnt and you’d hangout together. This time you decided to fly into a con. You and mark were already in your suits hanging out at a food truck.

“Hungry girl huh?” He smirked at you, moving your hair out of your face as you took a bite of your hotdog.

“Mhm, I skipped breakfast.” You chuckled.

“Quinn you know you could always come by my place and eat. My mom doesn’t mind making breakfast. She always asks where you are anyways.” He said. Only Mark knew your name. He never slipped up once in front of anyone though. His mom only knew you by your super hero name. She loved how close you and mark were on camera and how much he talked about you at home.

“Yeah, it’s just.. Cecil’s watching you guys so closely already. We could change here and go to your place? Be there by dinner? I’d love to meet your family formally.” You smiled at him.

The two of you sat on the bench, mark’s arm around your shoulder while the other was holding his phone, texting his mother.

You both changed out of your suits, meeting up at the entrance.

“Ill never get over the fact that you love seance dog as much as I do.” He smiled.

“It’s so good, the matching shirts are just the cherry on top. Are you flying us?” You asked.

“I can, you’re gonna let me carry you though.” Mark patted your head as he picked you up.

You held on knowing you could fly if anything happened. You couldn’t let the GDA tie anything to you. Living on the edge was scary. But tonight was all about you and mark. Mark knew everything about you. His favorite thing was that you could relate to him and his own struggles. You just had to explain how you’re here to his mother Debbie. He explained that the viltrimite race was a sensitive topic considering his dad was Omni man. This was it, you landed at the front door with Mark. He knocked on the door to be more considerate to how Debbie felt.

“Mark? Oh my son, who’s this?” She asked with a smile as she took your hands in her own.

“Hey mom this is Quinn, she’s here to have dinner with us. You said you wanted to meet her.” He smiled.

“Quinn how good to see you, come in!” She grinned.

You all sat at the table, Debbie smiling and staring at you.

“So, Quinn, tell us about yourself!” Debbie smiled as she took a bite of her own food.

“I love hanging out with mark, he’s my favorite person to do things with. I love being able to protect the world with him. Plus I feel like it’s right to tell you I’m part viltrimite part Vexan, I just hate Cecil.. I’m not fond of him at all..” You breathed out. You immediately regretted everything you said, yet mark grabbed your hand under the table, squeezing it to signal it was going to be okay.

“Oh thank god you’re honest sweetheart.” Debbie sighed with relief.

“I can’t tell you how happy I am that my little Mark has someone to be around who understands him. And don’t worry, Cecil won’t know a thing.” She smiled.

You smiled back in return. After dinner was over, you helped Debbie clean up. You met Oliver, who came back from playing with friends and he enjoyed your company and helped you, Mark and Debbie clean up the house. After cleaning you and Mark went to his bedroom, chatting for hours about school and life.

“So, how was life on Vexilan?” Mark asked.

“Not bad, their lives were lived similar to Earth customs. Everything was normal except school and mating.” You huffed.

“Tell me about it.” He was intrigued. You turned your body to face him in the bed.

“Well schools don’t have grades, they were similar yes but, we have fights to move into the next higher classed area. That was it. If you died you died. Magic is the life or death factor. If you don’t have it you’re destined to die.” You said. Mark’s interest was genuine.

“And what about mating?” He asked

“Mating.. mating was odd. It worked like our schools but you also couldn’t date anyone that wasn’t in your class. Sometimes you’d have to fight rival mates to the death, other times you’d have to prove your love by mind warping. It’s a lot like.. ‘mutual masturbation or assisted masturbation.’” You blushed.

Mark was blushing. It was quiet for a while.

“Did you want me to mind warp you, Mark?” You asked.

“I-uh..I” he was panicked, he wasn’t expecting you to ask.

“Oh- unless you’re seeing eve- I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked.”

“N-no I’m not seeing eve, I’m only seeing you! You can mind warp me I just wasn’t expecting you to ask so suddenly. I-I’d actually love to.” He said grabbing your hand.

You looked at him, blushing hard. He locked the door.

“Okay so what do I need to do?” He asked running his hands through your hair.

“Take your clothes off.” You smiled shyly.

Mark kissed you all over your face as he took his clothes off, all except his boxers.

“This works, now I take off mine and you lay down on the bed. I’m gonna sit on top of you and I need you to close your eyes.” You nodded.

Mark closed his eyes, you sat on top of him, feeling his hard on. You placed your fingers on his head, running your hands through his hair as you kissed him. You used your powers to amplify mark’s ability to feel pleasure. It worked as a type of aphrodisiac. In his mind he felt two of you, even though there was only one of you. You were touching him all over, the whines and whimpers leaving his lips.

“I feel so sensitive, what did you do?” He asked smiling at you.

“You’re gonna feel it.” You smiled.

Your mind intertwined with marks, every fantasy you’ve ever had filling his vision. He groaned and moaned. He was able to cum in the warp, but not in real life. You had him begging for more everytime he came in the mind warp. You finally stopped after the fourth time.

“I need you so bad right now.” He whined.

“I know, do you want the real thing mister invincible?” You teased him. Wrong move on your part, mark grabbed you and you stopped the mind warping. He deserved what he worked so hard for. Eventually letting him finish for real.

“You know.. I think I love your planets mating customs.” Mark blushed at you.

“Well… I think I love you mark. It only appropriate via your worlds customs that I admit my feelings for you. I’ve had these feelings for quite some time now. Just didn’t have the courage to act on it.” You smiled at him.

“Go out with me? Just as Mark and Quinn. Doesn’t have to be Invincible and Vex if you’re too shy.” He smiled.

“Yes. We can do both.” You smiled.

You both enjoyed the night, mind warping and giggling like teenagers

[mooooonnnzz]

Miguel taking his daughter to spider HQ?

Miguel takes his daughter to HQ! How bad could it be?

✎ my brain is brewing with words

✎ fem reader!!

✎ send more ideas cuz my brain is in writing mode rn hehe

✎ oh miguel is also lil grumpy here bc why not

✎ ok thats all!! :p

Miguel is very hesitant to bring you to HQ. He doesn’t want to have you near harm's way. Plus, there would be nothing for you to do there so what’s the point?

Though, you’re persistent and didn’t take his no for an answer.

He eventually gave in when you roped Lyla into it. He couldn’t deal with two annoyances at once. (He means it endearingly)

So, he brings you to HQ—against his will

Your eyes sparkled with amazement as you took in the place. The area was huge. “This place is so cool!” You marveled. You look over to Miguel, beaming brightly. “This is awesome!” You whispered and yelled, your attention going back to the Spider-People who swung and walked by. Miguel shook his head in amusement, a smile pulling to his lips. As you continued to wander off, he noticed you were walking a little close to the edge. “Cuidado!” His webs shoot around your waist as you near the edge. He pulls you into his chest, letting out a relieved sigh. “You have to be careful when you’re walking around here.” He’s following you like a hawk after that.

Since it’s your first time there, everyone jumps to the assumption that you’re another Spider-Woman who Miguel or Jess recruited.

Miguel is quick to squander those ideas. He informs them that you’re his daughter and he’s showing you the place.

They all have to take a moment. They’re all like, “What? Miguel has a daughter?”

When they ask why he never told them, he responds by saying; “You never asked.”

“That’s your daughter?” Peter B. Parker was gagged. He couldn’t comprehend the fact that Miguel had a daughter. “How come you never talked about her?!” His eyes are blown wide and his jaw is slack. Like, Miguel O’Hara has a daughter?! “I do. You just don’t listen.” He grumbled out, sending an icy glare to Peter. Miguel does talk about you, it just gets overshadowed by how much Peter talks about Mayday. “What? When!?” Peter sputters out. “All the time.” You roll your eyes at Miguel’s cold behavior. “Papi, don’t be mean.” Miguel’s pinched expression visibly softens at your words, right when Miguel is about to apologize, Peter turns over to you excitedly. “Do you want to meet my daughter?” Miguel lets out a long sigh. “Mayday would love to meet you!” Peter grins. “Speaking of the little devil, where is she?” He looks around, lips downturned into a frown. He cups his hands around his mouth. “Mayday!” Another sigh leaves Miguel’s lips. “Mayday, honey! Where are you?” Miguel takes this opportunity to grab your shoulder and walk away from Peter. Once he’s far enough, he gives you a tense smile. “Oh, there you guys are! For a second I thought you ran away from me.” Peter swings right next to Miguel, Mayday sitting comfortably in her baby carrier. The smile on Miguel’s face drops. “Anyways, meet Mayday!”

Miguel dreads the moment when you have to meet Gwen, Miles, Pav, and Hobie. They always bug him about you, wondering when he’ll bring you over.

They’ve seen him see videos of you and him on his little holograms as he worked, he isn’t secretive about you.

Plus, whenever he gets the chance to talk about you, he doesn’t hesitate to start blabbering.

So they know pretty much almost everything about you.

Blame Miguel

“Miigueel,” Gwen dragged out his name teasingly as she swung in front of you and Miguel. “Is this who we think it is!” Pavitr was brimming with excitement as he dropped right next to Gwen. “Is this Miguel’s daughter?” Hobie raised a brow as he leaned an arm on Pav’s shoulder. “About time we meet her!” Miles smiled, giving you a friendly wave. You wave back, chuckling to yourself. Miguel dragged a hand down his face as he groaned dramatically loud. “Estos son los imbéciles de los que te sigo hablando.” Miles' face dropped to an offended look. “Really?” Miles says. Hobie furrowed his brows. “What did he say?” He looked over to Miles in confusion. Pavitr shrugged. “I don’t know but I don’t think it was a good thing.”

The whole tour was a headache for Miguel. He couldn’t stay in one place without Gwen offering a new place to head to, or Hobie asking questions on how you manage to have a dad like Miguel.

Pav was adding his commentary to certain situations which drove Miguel up the wall. Miles was trying to strike up a conversation with you, trying to impress you by speaking in Spanish.

Then Peter came along and the whole thing fell into chaos

“Hold Mayday real quickly. I need to take a picture of you two!” Peter handed you Mayday and she fumbled in your hands until you managed to rest her on your side. “Picture? Can I join!” Pavitr jumped right next to you, striking a dashing smile as he struck a pose. Miles and Gwen swarmed in the photo, settling around you and posing. Gwen did a peace sign while Miles did bunny ears on Gwen. Hobie lazily smiled, body halfway into the frame. “Hobie, get your whole body in the photo!” Peter motioned Hobie to move into the frame. “I don’t wanna.” Hobie shrugged. Peter sighed and let him be, gleefully saying “Cheese!” as he snapped a few photos. “Oh, MJ is gonna love this!” Peter mumbled to himself. Mayday looked up at you, cutely babbling in her baby language. Her chubby arm grappled onto your shoulder and pulled herself up with her inhuman baby strength. “Oh! Peter, she’s climbing on me!” You watch in horror as she settles on your shoulder, only to fall back and luckily get caught by Miguel. “Oh, don’t worry. She does that.” Peter waves it off, eyes glued on the photos. “Por Dios,” Miguel murmured under his breath.

When you got home, Miguel swore to himself that he’d never bring you back over there.

You went back to HQ a day later.

[diazedand-confused]

i’m just giving in (never let me go)

buddie | T | 3.5k | angst | complete | ao3

a 8x10 coda where eddie kisses buck in the rain.

It’s not quite raining. There’s something fitting about that, the way the mist wets his face for him without the dramatics of rain drops. 

In the months without Christopher, the world has been a constant barrage of gray. Foggy. In-between, like now, where it’s not quite dry out but it’s not quite raining, either. Everything about Eddie Diaz has halted, gotten stuck, waiting to see his next move; it all hangs in the air, like the mist, waiting to see if the clouds will break or if rain will fall. With every decision he makes, he hopes for sunshine. 

Eddie turns his face to the sky. 

The actual drizzle will pick up into a downpour soon, but for now, the air settles low and heavy, matching his mood: it’s hot and gray and muggy, and it’s all sadness, tinged with determination. Acceptance. Dread. Regret, relief, guilt, anticipation, take your pick — they all swirl in the atmosphere, each feeling chasing the next in a whirlwind tornado, stirring in his chest and blowing his hair across his brow. The movement of them threatens to choke him, but he swallows it down. 

He’s gotten good at that. 

If Buck were acting like himself, he’d make a joke about the weather, about how Eddie’s last day in Los Angeles feels more like Texas than ever. If Eddie were acting like himself, he’d agree, scoffing loudly and challenging the world for the rotten send-off, asking, “Was it too much to ask for that California sun?”

But neither of them are. So they don’t.

“Thanks,” Eddie forces himself to say as Buck puts the last of the boxes in the truck. 

Buck hums with a slight nod of his head, and then he steps away, putting space between them. He wrings his hands. He picks at the skin of his cuticles. He’s very resolutely not looking at him, and Eddie feels the flare of annoyance unstick his tongue — but he swallows that down, too. 

He doesn’t want this to end with a fight. 

Maybe he had wanted it before, earlier in the week. He had considered the ease of a clean break. Thought maybe that’s what Buck had wanted, too, when he pushed Eddie’s patience with the dog and the home tours and the Freddie Fakeman thing, but then — Buck had done it again. Saved him, in more ways than one. Eddie can’t fight him. He doesn’t want to. 

The breeze picks up; trepidation, longing, the sweet smell of gratitude.  

“I mean it, man. Thank you.”

Buck shrugs as he kicks a foot into the dirt. “It’s not like the boxes were heavy or anything. You’re leaving most of it.” 

“I don’t just mean for the boxes.”

Eddie will never be able to repay him, never be able to even put into words the ways Buck has just been — there for him. Unequivocally. No hesitation. He parked himself at Eddie’s side and never left, never asking for much except for a spot on Eddie’s couch and a cold beer waiting in the fridge. 

And now Eddie was leaving him behind. 

Not leaving, he tells himself. I’m not leaving Buck. I’m going to Chris. There’s a difference, he knows. He’s been repeating it to himself all week like a mantra whenever he feels a shred of doubt. 

He’s been trying not to do that too much, doubt, but it creeps in anyway, especially in moments like these, where he’s forced to face the consequences of his actions. 

Eddie just can’t seem to stop hurting the people around him. 

“Buck.” 

Buck still isn’t looking at him. He’s not sure why it bugs him so much. 

“I know this thing between us,” Eddie says as he points back and forth, “it’s been messy and hard, and both of us could’ve handled it a little bit better, but I hope you know — you do matter to me.”

It’s not enough. The words are too small, but they feel like a confession anyway. 

He expects Buck to screw up his nose and argue but not enough to stay. He almost wishes Buck would grab Eddie’s face between his palms and whisper, you matter to me, too.

“Yeah, I know,” Buck says instead. His voice is soft. It almost gets lost in the winds of Eddie’s disappointment.

The drizzle grows a little heavier, as if it can tell Eddie’s stalling. It’s on its way to becoming proper rain. He should use it as an out, and get out of here before the roads get slick. 

He claps his hands together, and watches Buck flinch. “I guess that’s it, then.”

“Guess so.” Buck stuffs his hands into his pockets and leans back on his heels. He’s the perfect picture of nonchalance, and Eddie sees right through him. A gust of wind, and with it a sense of urgency thrums in his veins. Desperation.

This is it. 

“Nothing left to do but go.”

“Right.”

Neither of them move. 

There really is nothing left to be done. The truck is packed, Buck is all moved in. He’s said his goodbyes to the 118, to his neighbors, to the baristas at his favorite coffee shop. He even swung by the church to say goodbye to Father Brian, who had looked at him with a frown when Eddie said he was moving back to Texas. 

“Is this what you want?” he had asked. 

“I want to be near my son. That’s the only thing that matters.” 

Father Brian had looked at him for a long time, long enough for the wind to clear away the invigoration he had felt. In its place, contempt and despair settled over his skin. It left him cold. 

“Look, I didn’t come here for your permission or whatever, man, I came because I won’t be around anymore. I didn't want to just disappear.”

“I appreciate that.” Father Brian had paused, then, and Eddie stood to leave, ready to put this behind him. “Eddie, if I may—” 

It had taken everything in him to keep from saying actually, you may not.

“I… I want to encourage you to keep digging. Doing this for your son, moving back to Texas, it’s commendable, don’t get me wrong. But don’t lose sight of what you’ve been working towards.” He had smiled, and Eddie had hated him for it. “You can still choose the juice, Eddie.” 

“This is juice. I’m doing the right thing,” he spat. “This is what I want.”

“I hope you’re right,” Father Brian said, cryptic as ever, and Eddie left. 

Want. 

What does it matter what he wants? 

He wants to stay in Los Angeles, in the life he’s made for himself. He wants to stay with the family he’s chosen, stay in the home he’s built. 

And he wants his son here. 

More than anything, he wants Christopher to want to be here. 

But he doesn’t. So Eddie will go where Chris wants to be. He’s picked up and moved before, he can do it again. It’s all for Christopher. Always. Eddie’s wants took a backseat when he became a father. 

It’s fine. He’s used to it. He’s making the right choice. He has to be. 

His life in California ends with Eddie here, standing in front of his life packed up in a truck, in front of his best friend, with the winds blowing gusts of sorrow and yearning across his skin, and there’s nothing left to do but drive away and put this all behind him. 

Buck still isn’t looking at him. 

“Buck, look at me. Please.”

It takes a second, but then he does, and it takes Eddie’s breath away. Buck looks at him with his kicked puppy eyes again, but he’s trying to hide it, Eddie knows. That almost makes it worse. 

“Come here, man.” 

Buck moves like permission is all he’s been waiting for. He practically collapses on top of Eddie, and Eddie is left engulfed in his embrace. For a brief moment, he freezes, caught in the smell of Buck’s shampoo and the heat from Buck’s body and the strength of Buck’s arms squeezing tight, and then Eddie regains enough sense to hug him back. 

The stirring in his gut tells him this was a mistake. 

He should’ve just gone and left Buck standing on the curb without meeting his eyes, without touching him at all. At least it would’ve put them both out of their misery quickly. Instead, his final moments in LA are wrapped up in Buck’s skin, and Eddie isn’t sure how he’s ever going to leave.

There’s a puff of air against his temple. 

Eddie’s hands clutch at Buck, wet with rainwater, because it’s raining properly now, falling around them steadily. Neither of them care. He tightens his fists in his shirt, holding on tight, and he tries to count to ten. He’ll let go at ten. 

One. 

Two. 

At three, Buck turns his face into Eddie’s shoulder, cold wet nose brushing the sensitive skin of his neck, and Eddie can’t suppress the shiver that shudders down his spine when he feels him exhale. This is the closest they’ve ever been. 

Four. They’ve hugged before. This is the first time Eddie’s let himself indulge in it. This is his last chance to– to—

Five. 

The winds blow in the minimal space between them, whistling in his ears. In it, he hears grief and desire, clashing. 

What does it even mean, to want something? 

Six.

“I meant it,” Eddie says urgently. He tucks the words right into the shell of Buck’s ear. “This is as hard on me as it is on you, okay? This isn’t— We’re not— it’s not nothing.”

Seven. 

Neither of them move. 

This, he thinks. This is what it means to want something. 

Eight.

Nine.

He pulls back in time to watch as Buck’s eyes grow red, his lip wobbly. His face is wet, and he’s thankful for the benefit of the doubt on how it got that way. 

And Eddie —

Ten. 

Eddie kisses him. 

(Continue reading on AO3)

[oldsoldier56]

A random ramble on what I saw from a comment on Reddit in regards to Katara’s arc during The Southern Raiders:

I am not sure if any of you experienced this but I did and it bugged me. So I was going around on Reddit, through the Character Rant subreddit. I was looking at a post that was talking about ‘Revenge is bad’ stories and what is often brought up is Katara’s arc in The Southern Raiders as an example. I don’t know if it’s just me or I feel that some of the people on that platform just misunderstand the point behind the story of the episode and Katara’s arc. I even saw a Redditor say that Aang was being supportive towards her, even though he wasn’t really. Him preaching the ideals he learnt from the Air Nomads and forcing them onto her were not making things better for her. It just made her more agitated. Hell, at the end of the episode she even tells Aang that she would NEVER forgive Yon Rha even after he preached about forgiveness to her. She gives Aang a look of annoyance and anger upon him suggesting that. Like, Aang and Katara experienced trauma very differently. Aang wasn’t even there when his people was slaughtered and Gyatso died. He will never know who killed them and his father figure because they are all dead and it happened 100 years ago. Katara knows who murdered Kya. She was there in that hut and she knew it was Yon Rha that murdered her mother and scarred her for the rest of her childhood to the point she had to grow up way to fast by stepping up and getting into the role that her deceased mother took.

Katara was in complete control of her anger in her confrontation with Yon Rha. It was more colder and restrained than Aang’s anger in when the sandbenders took Appa. The worst that could have happened with Katara’s anger would have been her killing a war criminal that was guilty of killing a defenseless woman without remorse whilst also partaking in genocide. The worst that could have happened with Aang’s anger would have been Aang getting his friends hurt too. We’ve seen how dangerous Aang can be in the Avatar state without proper control. Hell, that outburst in the Southern Air Temple is one good example where Katara and Sokka were almost pushed off the mountain.

The episode was never about the morality of revenge. Not once did Katara or Zuko give any idea that their trip would be to kill and get revenge on Yon Rha. It was about moving on from trauma and finding closure to scars as well as forgiveness (as shown with Katara forgiving Zuko at the end).

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

i love the pumpkin decor from anura and the skulls from silk cradle !! even though its not even close to halloween,,,(its always in my heart lmao) i was thinking about bishops (+narinder and/or labert, if your up for it) platonically with a child! black cat reader (who is kind of like in the spooky month skid and pump mindset LOL, but the town they grew up in, possibly outside the lands of the old faith, is very halloween-centered)

i hope this isnt too specific !!

Don't worry, Halloween's ALWAYS in my heart haha. I love those decorations too! And the ones from the blood moon ritual. Can't wait for that event again

.........

Heket

With pumpkin patches flourishing in her domain, it only makes sense for her to have celebrations and rituals surrounding the harvest season.

Yet she knows nothing of this "Halloween" you've rambled on about to her followers, nor why you became so excited upon discovering that Anura's environment reflects the autumn season.

That's because the town you're from is centered entirely around the holiday, with you living among ghouls, skeletons, demons, crows, and (of course) other black cats.

To you, every day is Halloween and you're loud and proud about it!

You introduced the idea of jack o'lanterns to Heket when she discovers you carving a pumpkin, sticking a candle inside after you gutted the entire crop, much to her confusion and annoyance.

"You there..why do you waste precious food?" She accuses, but you're completely oblivious to her anger.

"Where I come from, we always carve pumpkins! And we make cool things like this!" You show her your finished product: a Yellow Crown carved onto the face of the pumpkin. "I offer this to you, Lady Heket."

"I see, but...what am I to do with it?"

"You put it outside your home to ward off scary spirits! Like those who wanna wilt the crops!"

She had her doubts about these traditions of yours, but she grows to like this "jack of lantern" and puts it into effect almost immediately.

More followers join in, learning how to carve their own pumpkins and place them outside their homes.

It actually gives the incredibly superstitious and paranoid some comfort that they won't be haunted or plagued by negative spirits/energy.

Heket made a point to allow an overabundance of pumpkin patches during Halloween season so there's enough for both food and carving.

She also discovers people are willing to pay for the best-looking ones, so she allows the elders to run stands by the fields and make some coin.

Ofc, a good chunk of the profits go directly to her.

Shamura

Skull piles and skeletal decorations are commonplace in Silk Cradle, being trophies of wars and intimidating those who dared wander into their domain--grim reminders that it could be their own skull next.

You, however, find them nonthreatening as you've had similar decor back in your little town of Halloween (/ref).

Fake or not, you loved them all the same (plus the cobwebs, even though most are just part of the natural environment) and had to ask Shamura if Halloween was celebrated all year here, too.

Although their brain struggles to recollect things, they have books on holidays and their ancient origins..so they are aware it exists.

But it's not one they ever cared to implement.

Nevertheless, they permit you to decorate your home to your heart's content with whatever skulls and bundles of silk you found--as well as pumpkins shipped from Anura.

They're nicer to you bc you remind them of Narinder back in his youth, fascinated with the spooky and the taboo.

All the giant axe traps and toxic pits scattered throughout Silk Cradle never bothered you, as you've seen them back in the spooky dungeons of your hometown.

Usually the resident bugs would freak out any newcomer shelling in new traditions..but Shamura told them that you, specifically, are not to be harmed under any circumstance and that they allowed this.

You've actually befriended Hauras, sewing them a spidery Halloween cape for them in place of the gray rags they wore.

They wear it with pride to every sermon from there on, not caring who judges.

Kallamar

This bishop's paranoia is a force to be reckoned with.

Even if one hapless follower said the words "red crown" in any context, he'll strike them down for "preaching heresy". He's easily scared of the taboo and misfortune falling into his realm.

So Halloween is definitely the last thing he wants to hear about, especially with its association of black cats (who are in turn associated with bad luck and Narinder).

He keeps trying to shoo you away when you try explaining that's a common myth.

If he sees you using bones and skulls as decorations, he feels sick to his stomach and orders you to take them down.

Those can be used to forge weapons or intimidate potential dissenters! They're not yours to keep!!

Yet you never listen, oblivious to his demands as you try telling him they're harmless.

Would he ever punish you for disobeying with sickness or sacrifice?

No...or at least not at this stage in your life.

That would damage his already-fragile reputation as a leader even further.

But if you grew up into an elder and continued with these "twisted traditions", however, he'd punish you as retribution for the "torment" you've brought upon him.

He just wishes you'd follow his ways and his ways alone.

Fortunately for you, that retribution never comes as he's brought into Lamb's cult during your teen years...with you keeping the Halloween tradition alive and well.

And Kallamar has a more open mind now, although he's still easily spooked by the decor Lamb brings out during the Blood Moon Festival.

The first time he partakes in it, someone pranked him with a fake ear and it traumatized him so bad he cried and hid inside his shelter.

But you comforted him, forgoing the festivities and sharing your candy until he was okay.

You just show him how to carve a jack o'lantern for the remainder of the night, and he's in awe as it glows.

Every year since, Halloween becomes less and less scary for him--and it's all ironically thanks to you.

Leshy

As a young bishop, he's open to ideas for traditions, holidays, etc. for his followers to enjoy.

So when little kitty cat you hailing from a distant land of Halloween propose celebrating it...he's all for it!

The only problem is, well, his sight.

With the Green Crown, he can see the general forms of followers, his siblings, and most structures within Darkwood, but he wouldn't be able to see the tiny details that gave Halloween its magic.

But you explained how you could go for bigger and brighter things. Like jack o'lanterns (made of both pumpkins and turnips) and skulls of giant beasts!

He approves of it and lets you lead in decorating the village nearest to his temple.

Followers initially questioned why they had to listen to a child, of all folks, but they're grateful it's something genuinely fun.

From your town, you've also brought scented candles to really enhance everybody's spooky spirit.

Especially for your Lord Leshy, who finds the smells delightful.

The pumpkin spice ends up becoming his favorite.

You've got him completely fixated on this event.

Plus it's a good opportunity for chaos to reign: with followers pranking one other and scaring each other half to death, dressing up like ghouls and skeletons.

The Bonfire Ritual is one Leshy likes to conduct to boost both his strength and cult morale (he's gotta benefit from all of this somehow too, of course).

Lamb

Not only did Lamb's cult know about Halloween...but they also celebrated it with the Blood Moon Festival.

You fully participated in the ritual every year, rushing outside just in time to see the moon turn blood-red and the sky darken for several days.

The ghosts of deceased followers usually terrified the living, yet you greeted all of them with smiles, waving goodbye as Lamb exorcised them with their book.

Crows, cattle skeletons, and even demons flocked to the cult as well, having been residents of your hometown, too.

And the decorations?????

You were obsessed and jumping for joy, wanting to decorate your little shelter and help everybody else with theirs!

And of course you participated in the many activities going on, including bonfire rituals, apple bobbing, and passing out soul cakes (yep you had a recipe for that from your hometown, too).

One year, Webber showed up and was initially scared since everyone was just staring at them and the spiders scattered around their feet..

But you greeted them warmly, showing them around the cult grounds and what the festival was all about.

Lamb themselves is impressed.

You're only half the age of most of their followers, yet you're active and very responsible (although only if your tasks have anything to do with Halloween).

So as a gift, they bless you with a jack o'lantern necklace. Not only does it light up at night, but its magical properties allowed you to lift up any pumpkin no matter its size with ease!

You vow to carve the biggest jack o'lantern the Old Faith's ever seen.

[pssy-wagn]

Day 13: Flirt

“Hey, how you doing?” Dean saddles up to the unoccupied stool near the gorgeous guy.

“Bad,” the stranger answers.

“Why bad?”

“Because people keep bugging me,” the man gives him an intense stare to back away.

Instead of backing away, Dean puts up two fingers to get the bartenders’ attention.

“So what’s your name?” Dean smirks.

“Castiel. Now leave me alone.”

As the bartender puts their drinks down in front of them, Dean raises his glass to Castiel, “To you.”

Exhaling an exhausted sigh, Castiel picks up his shot and downs it quickly without making a face unlike Dean.

“My name’s Dean Winchester.”

“Okay.”

“So uh, you have the most gorgeous eyes I’ve ever seen.”

“You are the third person to say that tonight.”

“But I bet I’m the only one to stay beside you when you treated them like shit.”

Castiel lets his shoulders fall as he looks at a smirking Dean, “If I’m treating you like shit, why don’t you leave?”

“Maybe because I know this isn’t who you really are. If a little flirting doesn’t give me any attention, annoyance will.”

Cas looks away to hide his smile.

“I saw that smile; don’t try to hide, Cas.”

“Cas?”

“No one’s given you that nickname before? Dude, your name is a mouthful. Good thing I only have four letters in mine.”

As the bartender comes by, Cas lifts up two fingers, “Two shots please.”

Dean smiles wide at him, “I knew you were polite. When you wanna be. So what is a tax accountant doing in a fucked up dive bar like this? Broke up with someone? Got fired?”

“Just one of those days.”

“Yeah, I know how that is. Hey, you see that pool table over there?”

Cas looks at the direction where Dean is pointing, “of course.”

“I’ll make you a bet. If I could land six balls in one shot, I get your phone number.”

“And if you lose?”

“I’ll stop bothering you.”

As Cas grabs a pen from his trenchcoat pocket, he takes a napkin and writes down something. Folding it, he puts it in his pocket and extends his hand for Dean to shake, “Deal.”

Downing his drink, Dean slaps the counter as he basically jumps off the stool and jogs to the empty pool table.

“You’re in a happy mood when you’re going to lose.”

“Ooooh talkin’ shit, Cas? I kinda like that,” Dean says with a wink.

As Dean is setting up everything so carefully on the pool table, Cas orders a beer for each of them.

“Come on, Dean, you’re taking too long.”

“I’ve never heard that before,” Dean says showing a sliver of tongue between his teeth.

“You have a dirty mind.”

“Thank you.”

“Not a compliment.”

“Well..disagree. You get to know me better, you’ll know why it’s constantly dirty.”

Dean strokes his pool stick as he stares at Castiel with heat in his eyes. Cas blushes as he sips his beer.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute, Cas. Okay, I gotta chalk up my long stick, gimme a sec.”

As Dean bends down to set up his shot, Cas makes his way a little towards the back of Dean. When he stops moving, Dean wiggles his ass, “Get a good look yet?” he says as he looks behind himself.

“You’re a very attractive man, Dean.”

“Was that a flirt? Finally?”

“I suppose it was.”

“Dude, you gotta work on it more. I’ll help you if you want but only if you flirt with me.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Awesome.”

As Dean positions himself again, he tells Cas, “Okay so I’m gonna make all these balls, without a scratch.”

“So everything is going to go in except the white ball?”

“Yeah in one go.”

“Go for it.”

“Are you rooting for or against me?”

“I’ll let you know once you attempt your trick shot.”

Taking a gulp of beer, Dean takes a huge breath as he re-positions himself for the shot again.

“Ready?”

“Stop stalling, Dean. Do it.”

“Pushy.”

As Dean gets focused and serious, he finally hits the cue ball, knocking every single ball in the pockets, including the white ball. Standing up straight, he lets out a frustrated exhale. He slowly makes his way to Cas with a small pout on his face.

“Alright, I guess I’ll leave you alone.”

As he walks by Cas, Cas grabs his wrist, bringing him to face him, “Dean.” Cas reaches into his pocket and gives him his napkin, “The white ball never went in.”

Dean smiles as he takes the napkin and opens it.

I knew you weren’t going to make it but I love seeing you try hard for this

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“Wait. How did you know I wasn’t gonna make it?”

“Had a feeling”, Cas shrugs as he winks awkwardly at Dean, making Dean bust out laughing.

“Okay, next time, try winking with one eye open.”

[hardworkandguts]

Weekly Catch-up #5

Nothing major, only thinking of figuring out some of the stuff in headers, like author (where I put the mangaka or adaptation director without any sort of consistency) and adding which studio it is primarily from. That's the problem of the backlog, Tumblr sucks when you have over 70 queued posts and I get lazy from thinking about editing all that.

(last week)

What was on?

The Apothecary Diaries

(ep 2.18) While Maomao ia still on parts unknown, and Lady Gyokuyou is about to give birth, Jinshi almost accidentally uncovered the conspiracy in the rear palace, picking up a lead about the mysterious eunuch, and investigating the graves of the victims of the previous emperor, runs into Shenlu, and from there visits Consort Loulan and reflecting on the Addicted To Love thing she has going on with her maids, notices she has the moles of one of them, which he thoroughly memorises, and immediately goes from your friendly sparkly eunuch into "Ka Zuigetsu" mode and deeply terrorises her (and the other maids) into confessing she has indeed abandoned the palace. So, huh, is bug girl Consort Loulan? She looks like them, only with less makeup. Anyway, adding to his worries of his missing cat and having to think about Shenlu's terrified reaction to seeing the previous emperor in him, he also knows Lakan discovered Maomao is missing and is about to do something about that, but before had sent his adopted son to investigate and discovered a suspicious rise in the price of grain and metal, adding to the case of a greater conspiracy against the emperor and the bloodline. Good for Lakan, because those palace repairs look expensive.

Kowloon Generic Romance

(ep 6) Around the start, looking at Hebinuma and Gwen and thinking of the retro style and making a joke about them being cousins in the English dub (seconds later) wait nevermind. So, the second Kowloon was also destroyed, but some people can still see it by resonating with it in a way Generic Terra is involved? Over on bsky I've mentioned this illusion theory would be more interesting if we never saw them go up a bunch of stairs. Or is the opposite, everyone else thinks it was destroyed, but only some can still see it? Ahhh, anyway. I'm sure next week we'll be fed a few more hints of mystery that will make me sound like a total fool.

Witch Watch

(ep 6) First things first, is it me, or was the character design a bit off this time around? I usually get a few screencaps of Nico doing funny faces but this time there was very little of it. As for this episode, spring is in the air and everyone is or wants to be in love. Except Moi, for Nico's annoyance. It's a nice episode that build in their relationship, but really, the animation felt off.

Uchuujin MuuMuu

(ep 5) Well, can't complain about the weirdness factor on a episode where we see Akihiro casually eat a box of tomatoes over a few minutes, and he's completely useless with technology, making his choice to join the refurbishing club very strange, and Tenkubashi being abducted by aliens who have decided to get the knowledge they need the hard way. I still think this show kinda lacks an extra gear I don't think it has, also, still don't get the point of Akihiro's girlfriend, most interactions are of her getting jealous of Sakurako being next to him, then after 30 seconds she disappears until the next episode. Last time I'll complain about that, because it's a weird recurring bit. On today's lesson, troubleshooting an AC that shuts down, and how x-rays work.

Gundam Soldering Pump

(ep 5) it's the beach episode! Only instead of a beach it's the belly of the Red Gundam in a damp recess of a space colony, and if you're wondering if it's a bad idea: yes. Also the "war is hell, huh?" episode, which is a weird mix but if you have only 12, you have to make them count, same with newcomer kira-kira action, now from Nyaan, who had to get in the Eva as Machu was too busy giving the ol' Kamille treatment to some guards and was running late for the match, and later seemed oddly thrilled with all the killing. Something I haven't mentioned so far is Machu has quite a range of faces, all good. Also: saw this theory on who Annqi might be, and you know what, yes.

mono Weekend Animation

(ep 5) This is more of an observation rather than criticism, but it feels the initial premise of the show around the cinephoto club just went out of the window. After an episode where Kako convinces Haruno and the club to go for a wine tasting trip, now she gets her on a cured ham trip, and what makes it weirder in the context of what I've said above is looking up the location this episode takes place and noticing this went unmentioned. Once again, not a criticism, just an observation, as in, if you are looking for a hobby anime about photography, after the first episodes this is looking like it probably ain't it. Second story is a ghost story, and those are generally fun, and no exception. But here comes a problem...

Food For The Soul

(ep 5) uh, with the cinephoto club now being mostly about going to nice locations and eat the local delicacies, where does it leave the do nothing / food appreciation club? Well, you put Kurea and Shinon getting their driving licenses, and by now, you should know how that plays out with Shinon. Second half of the episode have them driving Kurea's mother work van for practice, and as Shinon gets into the freeway and overshoots the exit, they decide to go Tsukiji, where Kurea used to go to the local food market with her mother, and decide on a seafood barbecue for today's meal and to give Nana some memories together. It's a fun and chill episode, although I feel mono straying away from what I expected would be the hobby show with tourism highlights isn't helping either show to stand out.

Tis Time for "Torture", Princess

(ch 269) In a Hime-less episode for a change, we get to see Inki terrified about a big-budget sequel to her favourite movie, so she goes with Youki just in case it's bad.

Flying Witch

(ch 85) I really wish Flying Witch updated a bit more frequently, because I had a bit of a tough time remembering the characters beyond Mako. Chapters might just come once every three months, but generally they're pretty good, so I'm going to put that more on my shitty memory. Anyway, it's a nice story that begins as a visit to a Buddhist temple that ends as a youkai / ghost story in the typical supernatural iyashikei style it does so well.

Monochrome Days

(ch 19) as promised two weeks ago, it's the start of the serialisation arc, and after winning the contest, Hanaichi and Saori are not too sure if they have everything set to be fully satisfied with the project, particularly the plot, so they pass on the priority opportunity and aim even higher, which greatly impresses Hanako, and you can imagine where it goes from there. This continues to be an interesting view into the manga industry, and I'd be curious to hear how faithful it is.

In other news:

It's not exactly "news" (just realised I lost it on a draft and didn't wrote it back in) but the 9th volume of the English release of Can You Keep a Secret? / I Have a Crush at Work is out. Some weeks ago on the post about the adaptation I mentioned there's a lot that was not adapted and the finale matches the 8th volume, so if you want more Mitsuya and Tateishi, the manga is the place to go, and now you get to see where it picks up from the ending in 10 new chapters. I'll probably feature them on a What was on? still this month.

[dirgefordurge]

Papastarion Headcanons Pt. 7

The brainrot doesn’t stop. I am so sorry.

•Over time, Astarion manages to re-attune himself with his elven nature. Primarily, he manages to reverie, most nights. The nightmares may always prey on him, but there are nights of peace, too. Mostly recent memories, even amidst the chaos of the grand adventure their now disjointed band had embarked on as unsuspecting victims, and even less suspecting heroes. The warmth of his beloved’s touch, welcome and genuine. The harmless annoyance when he manages to rile Gale up into one of his infamous rants. Karlach playing fetch with Scratch. Nights by the campfire (though he tries not to think of all the bugs.) Community, with all its wonders and growing pains.

•He finds it easier to slip into reverie properly if he has something to focus on. Some nights that means chewing on a problem to be solved for the sake of the Underdark’s newest settlement. Other nights it’s the sound of Sable’s (Tav/Durge’s) heartbeat. Then, once it’s no longer just the two of them, he takes great comfort in listening to the sound of their unborn child’s heartbeat. As much as doubts and worries mix with excitement and, gods, hope, that sound brings a great deal of peace.

•He doesn’t rely on reverie to help him remember the little details of their children’s lives. He doesn’t want to forget a moment of them, especially since dhampirs don’t inherit their vampiric parent’s immortality. He journals, dating everything. First words. When their first steps happened, and where, and how old they were. What their favorite food was once they learned to tolerate solids. When their fangs came in. When they lost their first tooth. Anecdotes. Simple things like “Eldritch had a fever today, and so refused to sleep anywhere that wasn’t against me so he could keep cool,” or “We tried cutting Nim’s hair today, and she might be more of a peacock about her locks than her father,” or even just “I hugged Enoch today, for a quite the while…I don’t want to think about the day where he decides a hug from his world-saving parents is a detriment to his social reputation.”

•Astarion is terrible at baby talk. He just doesn’t have that instinct, or realize that’s something people do. Instead, he’ll walk around the house with a baby 30 days into their existence explaining the finer points socio-political structures and how they effect lawmaking decisions.

•Traveling never really stops, not even when Sable is pregnant. If she’s good to go and they’ve got somewhere they want or need to be, they go. That doesn’t mean Astarion isn’t Stressed to the Max the Whole Time.

•Co-conspirator Supreme. If there’s a prank to be pulled, he wants in.

•He doesn’t realize that he’s not all that different from Other Adults to the kids. He doesn’t realize that to them Dad has always been kind of chilly to the touch, or that his fangs are just longer versions of their own, or that his eyes are just red. That’s just the color they are. He’s only scary if something is scary to them—he’s never scary to them, only for them.

•He makes blankets for each before they’re born, because he doesn’t want their first instinct when he holds them to be anything other than safety, and the feeling of warmth.

•And gods help him when they reach that inquisitive “must touch everything” phase. Those fangs he was so worried they would fear inevitably become Forbidden Toys they all try to grab, and sometimes he’s too tired to even pull their hands away.

•Yeah, he complains about it constantly.

•Yeah, he misses it when they’re older.

•No, he’ll never admit it.

•Protective as he is, he does enjoy bringing them around the spawn and his siblings—once they’re older, of course. He’s still terrible at sharing with them when it comes to baby holding privileges, but he loves showing off.

•He’s that parent that won’t stop bragging about their kids. He talks about them like they hung the stars in the sky and command the sun to rise for their own entertainment. If you don’t know him, it’s annoying. If you do, it’s still annoying, but it’s at least endearing, too.

•Misses the baby stage more than he thinks he will. He tries not to dwell on the fact that his children are mortal, because he’s glad they don’t bear his lot in life, but he also doesn’t want to think about the day they’re no longer sharing the world with him and their mother.

•Is so scared he won’t actually manage to be a good parent, but quickly adapts when he realizes that they’re his, and he’s going to take care of them, and that matters above all else.

•Spoils them rotten. If the kids want something, they know to ask Dad. (They usually don’t even have to ask.)

[milekael]

hi hi hi miles, i’m asking all the homies: if you had to add a third person into the royai relationship, who are you adding, and why?

OHOHOHO HELLO THERE >:3c AND THIS IS SO JUICY BECAUSE IT GIVES ME THE SPACE TO TALK ABOUT MY BELOATHED OC

ARTEMI YIPPEEE

This is me joining the FMA OC train SDFGHJ LISTEN YES I AM ADDING A THIRD TO ROYAI WITH MY OWN OC BUT HEAR ME OUT-

SO! The quick idea of this guy is that he is an rogue Alchemist that distributes alchemical materials regulated by the state under the table. Originally Roy went to investigate him to arrest him but at the end they reached a deal of Artemi will help Mustang with operations he doesn't want the military to know >:3c

Now the thing about this bug of a man is that he looves learning, both alchemy and everything about people- Specially people, to a concerning degree SDFGH Idunno if stalker is the right word but he does fit someone who tries to find literally every piece of information on someone who he fixates on. Enter Colonel Roy Mustang, a particularly mysterious, high-ranking officer who holds one of the greatest accomplishments of Alchemy - Controlling fire- at his fingerprints AND HE- DOESN'T SHARE IT!! ROY THINK ABOUT THE ALCHEMICAL COMMUNITY AND OUR PROGRESS!!

This makes him start fixating and stalking Roy, trying to figure out how to get Flame Alchemy out of him and why he keeps it secret. Is not even out of malice is genuine curiosity and a bit of annoyance over someone keeping something secret from him LOL. This eventually leads him to Riza's hometown where he learns about a long-dead alchemist that never interacted with anyone else- Berthold Hawkeye. And finally having made the connection and realizing the key isn't Roy but RIZA it makes him even more obsessed. On her.

LIKE OMG! I ignored her just as another subordinate but she is the key! Kept right in his shadow! So clever! And it turns out is even HARDER to find things about Riza and her relationship with Alchemy. At this point he finds her more interesting that Roy because whatever the fuck is going on with her is so!! Entertaining for him to try and take apart <3

I think he would eventually figure out the alchemical formula is somewhere in Riza's body, and here is where the weird, third-party in the Royai ship bit comes from ASDFGH I mean, he might stalk and find everything about his subjects, but he is not a creep, he needs Riza to show him consensually! He also doesn't want to anger Roy, he likes the guy! So now he is trying to insert himself in their situationship so he can be in the cuck throne getting a good peek at that Flame Alchemy formula....

I WILL SAY he does really like them both genuinely and he doesn't want to hurt them, is just... whatever it is, it is not romantic or even sexual attraction is a weird third secret thing ASDFGHJKL I also want to explore some stuff with him like Royai's relationship with Alchemy and their own morals.... I AM ACTUALLY OBSESSED WITH THIS CONCEPT AND WHATEVER IS GOING ON IN HERE!!! I spin them in my brain

I do really want to do more stuff with him btw I am just. Not particularly motivated to draw or busy 😭But I would like to at least do more art of him! And maybe one day write a fanfic or something who knows... I just have a bunch of random scenes floating in my brain............

Anyways, this is my answer. Third person added to the Royai relationship is my bug of a man who is as obsessed with them as I am...........................

[wiihtigo]

11, 16, 22, 25, 31 HE NEEDS CASEY BITES TO LIVE

ask game

11. How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

haha (imagines casey confused and scared pretending she understands whats happening when she doesnt) ahh....

but yes she would 100% lie and nod along pretending she gets whats going on. and then i think she'd try to just brush it off and forget about it rather than try to piece things together and figure anything out. she doesnt mind living in blissful ignorance..its blissful

16. What makes their stomach turn?

hmmmm...shes not weak to bugs or rodents (she wouldnt go out of her way to play with rats but she wouldnt gaf about picking up a dead mouse to throw it outside if she found one), and i think she has a pretty good tolerance for movie-gore and body horror, but hmmm. real life injury i suppose, shes not good with pain. she hates pain! this is not a unique trait since ..everyone hates pain. but its true. heights make her stomach hurt too lol. so if you want to make her throw up, dangle her over a deep pit and punch her in the stomach 10000 times

22. How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

(smiles) possessive ..which is CRAZYYY cuz if you ask casey if she even cares about nell she'd say helll no and she'd mean it..i think its not so much that shes actually afraid nell is going to leave her for another girl, its just annoyance seeing anyone else cozy up to HER bodyguard. its kind of cute to me that her internal opinion of nell goes up when shes using her to show off to other people. even though its insulting to nell.

on most days: nell is an evil jerk who cut off my ubereats privileges after i tried telling the same place the food never came for a refund 3 times and got banned

if any hussy breathes near ladybug: my handsome and brave superhero roommate who i live with and who protects me from everything and we're best friends and you should be jealous i know her secret identity and you dont kyahhhh~~

shes a difficult person

25. What are their thoughts on marriage?

she doesnt want to get married and she doesnt plan on dating anyone

its extremely low on her list of priorities not even for any forced "i have to focus on my goals" repression, it just coincidentally coincides with what she already feels, that she doesnt care about romance and stuff like that.

casey operates on a system where if there are enough pros to a situation that outweigh the cons to justify something she doesnt like or doesnt want to do, she'll do it. there are way too many cons to the idea of dating and marriage 1. she doesnt gaf in the first place so she doesnt see a point 2. she doesnt want children 3. she doesnt want the added financial burden of another person in her life 4. she doesnt want to spend her entire life forcing herself to make small talk with someone inside her house that just lives there forever now 5. she wants to focus on her goals of becoming a super awesome famous actor and the pros are............. 1. ?????

obviously her tune changes in new york ending where casey and nell get married because there are more nell specific pros and less cons. and even though she pulls out 'im literally your girlfriend!!!!!!" when its funny or convenient i think she mostly doesnt even see it that shes 'dating' nell, she just wants to be with her forever and nell can never date anyone or be in love with anyone but her for the rest of their lives

its cute though, when they do get married she does cozy up to the concept of being nells WIFE very quickly. you cant throw that shoe at me im your wiiiiiiiifeuhhhhhh eueueuuueee (crying ugly)

she also realizes the value of her wedding ring when she learns she can use it to instantly get out of any social obligation. hm no i cant go to drinks after work my partner doesnt like me being out so late. yes theyre a real BITCH haha you know how it is

31. Who are they the most glad to have met?

oh you....YOU KNOW WHO!!!!!!!

of course its nell bishop aka ladybug

she doesnt KNOW how happy she is to have nell in her life until way later because shes a stupid stupid girl, but nell is without a doubt the best and worst thing to ever happen to her

for 1, shes the most fulfilled and happiest and most alive she has ever felt with nell, but for 2, she fucking dies and it hurts her more than she ever thought something could emotionally effect her. so she hates nell for making her feel like that when one of the things she was so proud of herself for was her ability to trudge through anything and come out okay, to always get up and keep moving no matter the rejection or failure. but she is sooooooo so sad when nell dies it just puts a stop to her heart totally. and she HATES HER FOR IT!

this answer is kind of double edged because if she was asked if shed just prefer that she never met nell at all to avoid all this, she'd answer yes instantly, but deep inside that thought is really upsetting and scary.

the memory of nell doesnt make her a stronger or better person. she doesnt get up in the morning because nell would want her to take care of herself. she doesnt 'do it for her' or do anything kind or charitable in her memory. nells deaths caused nothing but negatives and she hates her so much for fucking up the direction of her life but if there was a button that would magically bring her back to life completely ok she'd break her finger spam pressing it

[seducemefanficsandheadcanons]

I love you

(Aron x Sam)

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Song title from I love you by Billie Eilish

Soulmates can communicate through their journals, but Aron's never wrote back. She'd accepted that she would be alone. Which was fine, until she fell in love with Sam, who does have a soulmate.

Notes:

This idea came to me a few nights ago and I had to write it! I have been in a bit of a slump with writing (Computer issues, writer's block, and the Ao3 author curse have all struck me at once) but I'm happy I was able to write this AU

It's not true

Tell me I've been lied to

Crying isn't like you

Ooh

What the hell did I do?

Never been the type to

Let someone see right through

I love you- Billie Eilish

It was a calm, quiet evening in the Anderson mansion. The air was filled with the soft lull of the grand piano, which was being played by Erik. The notes blended together harmoniously, and the melody was familiar, yet Aron couldn’t quite remember where she’d heard it from as she hummed along softly in her room.

Aron was sitting on her bed, fidgeting with her pen as she stared down at the journal with a look of almost annoyance. Her best friend Melody was sitting beside her, nostalgically reading through her own journal, which had conversations between her and one of the incubi they’d found in the mansion when they arrived here, James.

See, these weren’t just normal journals. These were their ‘soulmate journals.’ Aron thought the name was a bit boring but could appreciate how straightforward it was. Anyways, both humans and demons alike are gifted these journals from birth. It’s assigned to them, bound to their soul. It wasn’t an incredibly strong binding, nowhere near as strong as a demon's connection to their names for example, but it was strong enough that it was near impossible to lose the book. The owner could summon it to them at will.

The catch with these journals, is that it technically does not only belong to one person. At least not the pages inside. When one decides to write something in their journal, their soulmates journal pages will also be inscribed with the writing. Many people use this as an opportunity to simply give their soulmates their names and information so they can meet, while others make it a fun game. It’s simply up to the owner of the journal. Regardless, there is a binding that will lead to the two meeting at some point.

Another aspect of these journals is that only the true owner of the journal’s writing will transfer to the others, and no one aside from the owner of the journal can see what the soulmate wrote back.

Aron, however…her journal was only filled with her own writings. There was not a single mark in that journal that she herself did not make.

By the time she hit around fifteen, she’d accepted that she either did not have a soulmate- a rare phenomenon but by no means impossible, usually in people who were meant to be alone. Or, that they had gotten fatally ill or injured as a child and had died before getting the opportunity to grow up and write into the journal. The only other option was that they’d just…chose not to write back. 

She’d left her name and some other information, asked questions, wished them well, and moved on. It bugged her, the idea of having no idea what happened to her soulmate or that she never had one in the first place made her more irritated than sad, though. And extremely confused. Though, she grew a tendency to joke about it and laugh it off as she does with her trauma, coping by laughing at things that hurt. It mostly leads to her pushing down and ignoring the sadness and anger she feels at the situation, but at least she isn’t actively upset about it. She could deal with her emotions another day.

She actually would go as far as to say she’s glad she doesn’t have a soulmate. What if they’re evil? Or, what if the only reason they’re together is out of the social norm to be with their soulmate? Anyone who has tried to pursue a relationship with someone else but their fellow ‘journal possessor’ has been shunned or publicly humiliated for their idiotic decision. Then, they’d go through all of that just to realize they were better with their assigned soulmate.

Aron never really checked the journal anymore. She had no plans or expectations for a response, so now she just occasionally would leave a small doodle and move on with her life. She didn’t really like the idea of being tied down to someone just because some stupid journal says she should anyways. She spent her late teen years and continues to spend her early twenties simply not giving a fuck about romance or long term sexual relationships. She attempted to fill the void by partying and sleeping around, she’d tell anyone she was living her best life and leave out the details that showed the truth of how she was feeling.

Soulmates were a stupid concept anyways, is what she told people.

And a part of her still agreed with that, but…things changed for her.

As much as she hated the concept of being tied to someone endlessly, she also was beginning to hate the concept of ignoring any feelings she may have for someone. Especially when that someone lives with her.

When she began developing feelings for her incubus roommate and friend Sam, she told herself it was some kind of fluke. Her heart skipping a beat? She’s dehydrated, which is causing a palpitation. Extra smiley and giggly around him? She smoked too much weed, and he’s a funny guy!

But, what she was brushing off as a harmless crush had become painful. She fell quickly- it was like a rug had been pulled out from underneath her, causing her to fall face first into her feelings for him. 

Sam had a soulmate, he said that he’d seen them writing in his journal before, but never mentioned much more than that. Aron wondered if he ever planned to meet the lucky person, if that person would ever get the pleasure of meeting him. 

A selfish part of her hoped that the answer was no.

Her chest physically ached at the thought of what would happen when he met this other person. It may start out awkward or tense, but that wouldn’t last long. 

They’re soulmates afterall.  

When that happens, they’ll be the one laughing stupidly at Sam’s jokes. They will be the one who’ll cheer him up after a rough day at work. They’ll be the one who he holds and kisses, his touch gentle like they’re the loveliest thing he’d have the pleasure of holding. They’ll be the one who makes him blush at simple compliments, and reassures him that he is not the monster the demon world made him believe he is. They’ll be the one he finds beautiful, his eyes admiring them like some incredible piece of art that could never be replicated.

They will be the one he loves, and Aron will be left behind. 

Aron sighed at her own thoughts and put the notebook back on her nightstand, not even opening it. She wasn’t even sure when the last time she opened it was, it couldn’t have been in the last year at least.

“You okay?” Melody asked her, likely noticing her slightly defeated demeanor.

“Mhm!” Aron forced a soft smile, hoping to reassure her that she was fine. “I’m just tired, I think I’m gonna try to sleep.”

“Okay, goodnight,” Melody said, giving her a quick hug before retreating to her own room.

Aron sighed and flopped back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling with a blank, tired expression. Her soft blankets brought a comforting warmth as she pulled them tightly around her body.

She hadn’t told Melody the full truth of her situation. She’d opened up about having feelings, but she was never fully honest about how deep her feelings ran, nor was she upfront about how much pain she was in everytime she was forced to face the harsh reality. Truly, Damien was the only one who knew due to his mind reading, but even then, Aron had been able to hide some of it from him. He’d tried to talk to her about it, but to no avail.

“It’s just a crush, Damien. Worst things have happened to me,” is what she responded with when he approached her about it, and while he took the hint to leave her alone about it, she knew he wasn’t fully convinced. How could he be convinced that she was fine when he could hear every thought in her head?

It’s not like it mattered, anyways. Complaining won’t change anything, if anything it would just make things awkward. God, if Sam found out… Aron shook off the thought. That would be horrible for both of them, so she’d made the choice to suffer in silence. He shouldn’t have to be negatively affected by her…crush, so she’d never tell him.

She’ll be smiling happily at the wedding as she watches the man she loves cry tears of joy for another person. She already has prepared herself for this fact, but fuck, it never stops hurting.

Aron felt tears streaming down her face, her throat burning with the effort it took not to sob. She made no effort to wipe the tears as she sobbed into the palms of her hands.

This is how the world intended it to be.

What a cruel, stupid world.

[ace-does-stuff]

you say you love me, i say you crazy (we're nothing more than friends)

summary: this is what he gets for thinking that Gai would be happy with one night and nothing more than that

tags: aromantic Kakashi, angst, communication errors, implied one night stand

authors note: theyre so allo4aro qpr coded to me

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57561631

Gai won't stop bugging Kakashi about it.

It was supposed to be a one night stand, get the deeply enjoyed annoyance off his back for a bit. Mostly to turn the amount of "we should spar!" declarations he'd get from Gai, but it's backfired. He's let himself into a whole new world of horror.

And that world?

Desperate pleas of more.

It's nauseating to him. Sex is fine, sex is great, he'd be fine doing it with Gai every now and then if it meant keeping him from being so insistent. He gets it. Gai's a guy with ideals, he's got plans, and he plans full well on living them out. He's got an idea on how the world should work and what he needs to do to succeed in life.

Kakashi? He'll pass on the training and the teaching and the searching for the one. He has his books, his dogs, and his three students. That's more than enough for him. He loves them equally and ambivalently, his stories, his lifelong partners, his bastard children- unlike what Gai keeps trying to convince him of.

Someone didn't read enough of Jiraiya's books to understand a one night stand can stay as one night. One single night. Not a single string attached to it. A little fling between friends for shits and giggles, a simple parting gift for someone you'll never see again, a cost of fifty dollars for a quickie. What's so hard to understand?

He said one night. He said it loud and clear. To prove his point he left before Gai could wake up in the morning to start on his reread of Makeout Paradise. See if he can figure out why it was such an awful experience compared to any other affair he's had.

No matter how much he tried to shut Gai up by kissing him till he turned blue in the face he kept saying so many sweet things. Sugary sweet. Sticky like honey and it made Kakashi's skin fucking crawl. Love, love, love- yes, he'd rather die for Gai than bury another a dead friend, but where does that translate to love? He doesn't know.

Maybe he should try to get less hot under the collar when he's reading anything emotional. Maybe people would get the message that he's not fucking interested at all. Just his luck that he's disconnected to the point that an utterance of adoration in his stories where nothing can go wrong makes him flush bright red.

Gai tries to confess to him again, ask him out on a date, try and see if he'd like to spend the night once more. Can't he take a single hint? Or is his skull really that thick?

"What do you want from me?" The amount of exasperation on his tone borders onto a shout, final straw having been plucked.

Gai huffs, "I thought you'd have picked up on my hints by now-"

"I have picked up on your hints! How come you keep trying to give me hints is what I'm asking!" Kakashi swears he doesn't mean to snap, but that'd be a lie. He can't do this anymore. Can't brush off his best friend and say 'maybe later' anymore.

"Because the sex was great and I'm-"

"I've had better, now will you please just stop. Take a hint, Gai, I'm not into you and I never will be."

Kakashi swears he can see Gai's heart shatter into a million little pieces in real time. He knows that he'll regret his harshness later on but right now it feels fucking cathartic. He feels so fucking justified it's unbelievable.

As the beat of silence stretches on Kakashi opts to open his book once more and walk off. Whatever. Just, fucking, whatever. If the tables were turned everybody would care. If Gai was getting borderline harassed for romance every other day then there would be riots. But he's Kakashi Hatake, he's used to Gai's pestering, used to his insistence on rivalry, he can't complain.

Just suck it up and keep moving.

He lacks, he feels a gaping absence in his soul- why would anyone care for someone missing something. Missing what's supposed to make you human. Whose supposed to care about him in spite of that when he never brings it up calm and collected, even if he does they pity him. They pity his happiness because that's not how happiness works. No, sages no, what would he know about happiness?

-/-/-/-

Kakashi doesn't talk to Gai again for a week.

Kakashi doesn't talk to anyone for a week unless they come to him, and the only one who does drop by is Gai.

"Kakashi-"

"Don't."

"What?"

"Don't even bother, whatever you have planned in your head won't end up with me buying you roses, I promise you that much."

"You didn't even let me try my speech."

"Because I know that nothing you can say will ever make me love you as anything more than what we already are- and that's final."

"But-"

Kakashi has Gai in a chokeslam against the wall before another syllable can be uttered, and as much as Gai could break out, he doesn't. He waits for Kakashi to speak, "Listen to me, Gai, I don't work like that."

Gai keeps listening.

"And I never will, you either live with it or leave."

The silence he gets in response is deafening.

Kakashi let's go of Gai's throat and slams his front door shut. What an idiot. Bothering to explain it, even in simple terms, is a death wish, a way to seal any coffin. He should know by now that Gai follows the hierarchy, that he'd see romance as higher than what they have, that he'd want romance after sex. It's the only logical progression to people like him, not to people like Kakashi.

He's too different to ever find peace, isn't he? That's the world keeps telling him at least.

-/-/-/-

Gai buys Kakashi a single rose after another week passes. A bright yellow flower, carried in a tarnished cup with some masking tape that had the word 'sorry' scribed onto it. He hands it over to Kakashi eagerly and watches as his rival starts to tear up.

"Gai, I fucking told you-"

"Before you say another word, rival, consider the meaning of the yellow rose!" The exuberance on his voice is enough to snap Kakashi from his disappointed state.

"A rose is a rose and a rose always means love."

"Not quite, while the classic red rose may symbolize love, each individual color has its own meaning. Blue, mystery. Orange, enthusiasm. White, purity. And yellow symbolizes what we have."

Kakashi gives a defeated sigh, "What do we have?"

"Friendship, dear rival, and nothing more."

Kakashi has the gall to laugh, "And what makes you think I believe you?"

"You said I lived with you not loving me or leave, and I'll live with it."

That's sweet, but, not in a way that makes Kakashi sick to his stomach. He grabs the rose and the glass it's in, "Thanks, Gai."

"No problem at all, Kakashi." He's back to his old self again, not like his old self ever really left though.

"Wanna go get some sushi, or something? We didn't actually do that last week."

"You and I both now that I'd never turn you down."

[rainee-da]

I'm not sure if you do these types of requests but if it's okay could I please ask for Carpaccio with Kianna komori

Like in this scenario he at school and ends up catching feelings for her but she constantly avoids him because she doesn't know what he wants from her

*side note she has feelings for him but she pushes them down*

By the way you can find her info on my page here on Tumblr

🍀 Love Observation

CHARACTER ❥ Carpaccio Luo Yang 🍥 X Kianna Komori (OC)

W A R N I N G ⚠️ R13 w/ tw for stalking / she/her pronouns / BIG SPOILER for anime watchers!!!! / might be too OOC for you.

It has been 1 month and 13 days of me observing her.

Yes, Carpaccio counted it all.

His eyes squinted, observing each movement made by the girl that is currently sitting at the front of the class. His notebook, currently lying on his desk, is filled with numerous notes dedicated to her, capturing every detail and observation he made about her. Her biodata, her schedule, the list of her friends and enemies, her common ticks, everything.

Unbeknownst that he was already in his last entry, due to how incessantly he was observing and documenting her every move.

He sighed, throwing his pen to the side and crossing his arms as he leaned back on his desk. His expression is pinched, annoyance and confusion are imminent on his face. His analysis made him sure he could read the girl's feelings just through her facial expressions, or so he believed.

However, there was one question he couldn't grasp from her actions. He had observed that when conversing with people she liked, her eyes would widen and her brow would raise, while when conversing with those she disliked, her brow would furrow and her eyes would slant.

And for some reason, her brow always furrows whenever his and her eyes are met.

Like right now.

Though Carpaccio considers this to be ample time to view her face better. After all, she always turned away her eyes and fled whenever these opportunities arose. The only instances he could find such a chance is only when the sky are as dark as an ink, up at the trees with subtle light magic in his wand casting the only brightness in the night, silently watching her slumbering form.

To him, she was a true work of art. He often pondered in his daydreams whether she got that from her dad or mom. Her eyes, yellow as an amber, never ceased to ensnare him, making him feel as if he were a bug caught in a spider’s web. The soft brown roots of her hair blending into red ombre at the ends created such a divine contrast that was simply otherworldly, in his opinion. Even the frown on her face tugged his heart in such a way that left him addicted for more.

For reasons and methods that were yet known to him, she crept into his heart and made herself his addiction. It's a cruel and fascinating experience for him. He wants to know how this girl managed to do that to him. Is this the doing of her personal magic? or he was simply entranced by her beauty, like the other common peers of his age? Or is it something else from you that rigged him into such a fool?

Anyhow, you're fascinating to him, and he wants to learn more about this girl, at all costs. Pondering such a thing has become his guilty pleasure, distracting him in such a way to the point where he failed to realize that you had marched to his desk.

"What do you want from me, exactly?"

Although the fruitiness of your voice is laced with such a brood that hints heavily at your annoyance, it's still music to his ear.

"Why are you asking?" he replied calmly, hands moving towards his chest to soothe the rumble in his heart.

"Isn't that normal for people to ask that kind of thing, especially to someone who had been tailing me for weeks?"

Well, she's not exactly wrong on that.

Leaning against his desk, he took a closer look at her face. The smirk on his face grew as he noticed a scowl she reserved for him. He admired every expression on her face, be it good or bad. All of them are fascinating and hold a special place in his heart. Yet, any gesture of attention from her is what he longs for, and he feels a surge of triumph at his success in securing her focus.

He composed his best retort to that statement, and replied calmly, "Well, you're the one who kept running away"

"You didn't answer my question!"

"Then how else am I supposed to get to know you, Kianna?"

Oh? Now that reaction is unusual. One he had never seen before.

Carpaccio’s reply, for some reason, elicited a shocked expression from her. She let out a quiet gasp, eyes flitting around in a weak attempt to evade his gaze. Yet what truly fascinated him was the rare pinkish tint that gradually colored her cheeks and connected to her nose.

'Can I make her do that again?' is what crosses his mind.

"You… want to get to know me?" Oh, that slight waver in her tone is so endearing to him.

"I thought it was obvious?"

"No, it's not. I thought you were gonna make me your next test subject!"

Again, she's not exactly wrong on that.

Carpaccio Luo-Yang, the stellar rookie of Easton Magic Academy, has earned his notoriety due to the number of students he crippled and hospitalized for his 'experiments'. And in some ways, In some ways, Kianna isn't exactly wrong either. He is indeed observing her like a test subject, even as they are speaking.

How could he not? After all, she is just that addicting. And he needs to know why.

"I just want to learn more about you, is all."

"And that's why you've been glaring at me the entire period?" is that how she sees him? glaring?

"… I didn't mean to glare."

"And that's also why you've been stalking me around the school grounds?"

"Yes."

"And watching me when I sleep?" so she did find that one out. Is that why she stopped facing the window when she slept?

"Yes, I'm interested in you after all."

Carpaccio observes as the girl in front of her exhales harshly and hangs her head low, thinking to himself. Carpaccio took this opportunity to glance at the class he's in right now. All the students had moved for the next period and he and Kianna were the only ones left in the room.

This intimacy… he quite likes it.

However, the silence that surrounds the both of them is starting to make him uncomfortable. It was made worse by Kianna's gaze being fixed on the floor, making it hard for him to read her emotions. He wasn't sure why, but his mind started to flood with thoughts of potential bad scenarios. It was overwhelming to him, creating a suffocating tightness in his chest.

He wondered if this was what people often referred to as 'anxiety'?

"Next time…"

That hanging phrase snapped him out of his trance, and now his gaze is fixated on her with anticipation churning his stomach.

"… Just approached me like normal, uh, person. Okay? No need to do all… that,"

The look she gave him after raising her head rendered him speechless. Her face, previously tinged with soft pink, had turned scarlet red which emphasized the amber of her eyes, causing them to glimmer beautifully in the sunlight beaming from the window.

Those shyness... suits her so much, it was simply breathtaking.

" -Did you hear me? Hello?"

The sound of her finger snapping in her face shatters him out of his mind.

"Sorry, what were you saying again?"

"Hahh… really," the way she mumbles under her breath is adorable, "What I'm saying is… you didn't need to stalk me just to get to know me. It was creepy, you know.."

Something instantly clicked in his mind as she said that. Is that why she always seems to dislike him? She finds him to be creepy?

That has to change, for sure.

"… I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry," he answered honestly, the sincerity was transparent in his tone, "It's just that… I never had an interest in people before. I didn't know what to do with this.. feelings, so I just did what I thought would satisfy my... itch," with that, he could only hope that it would be enough for Kianna to understand him, to forgive him.

But then, she gave him something he truly didn't expect.

She laughed.

Her laugh was simply dazzling.

He found himself unable to look away, adoration overflowing his senses as he stared at her joyous face. Her eyes crinkled in delight with radiant smile that brought glows to her face. Her hair bounced with every laugh and the red ombre hues shimmering in the sunlight. The sight was enchanting, and his heart was brimming with comfortable warmth that soothed his insecurity away.

He can't help but stare in adoration as her eyes crinkled, her mouth curled upwards and beaming with radiance. Her hair bounces as her whole body shakes in her laugh, making the red hues of her ombres glint under the sunshine.

Her laughter, melodious as a song, filled his ears as he glanced at the forgotten book on the desk. With only enough space left for a sentence or two, he realized he'd soon need a new one. But the thoughts in his mind brought a smile to his face, for he knew precisely what he would write to fill the remaining space.

I managed to talk to Kianna today, and now I know that I'm in love.

After this, he might not need another book after all.

Hello! I didn't really know how to go with this request so I decided to challenge myself and made a fanfiction from it. I tried to make the OC reference quite minor so hopefully, other people can enjoy it too.

I'm sorry if this isn't what you meant (//sobs)

I had so much fun writing this since this made me learn more about English phrases/vocabulary, but I didn't realize I ended up writing this one for almost an entire day lol. My brain really goes whoooosh when I'm hyperfixated lol

Anyhow, I hope everyone will enjoy this one too! 🍀 thank you for reading!

[jacksoneblackburn]

My parentage is changing.

A fanfic of my own character that kinda goes into the lore of my character, altering the story to where they have multiple personalities inspired by the schizophrenic episodes of the Greco-Roman gods (and ofc @bright-side-of-the-moon)

Chapter 1: Will loses track of a patient.

IT WAS A DAY LIKE NO OTHER.

I was doing rounds- checking I was stocked on bandages, my list of patients with allergies, my medicine was stocked, I had plenty nectar and ambrosia, watering my sunflower given to me as a welcome gift by Will Solace when I got claimed, playing my morning playlist of Conan Gray, Olivia Rodrigo, Em Beihold, Claire Rosinkranz, Camilla Cabello- the usual.

Until I get interrupted by a knock on my office door.

I stop playing my music and head to the door, opening it with slight annoyance.

"Yeah? Who is it-"

"Hey, sorry Jacks, I know you're doing rounds but... we have a medical emergency in cabin 3," The person said. It was my freckled, suntanned, tall, blond brother. Will Solace. He was never good at telling me when there was medical emergencies. Especially during the morning.

"I can't help them," I sigh. "I was just about to reorganize my files in alphabetical order again-"

"Well- I- uhh- As Head Counselor slash Medic, I demand you go check on your patient!" He said, puffing out his chest and pointing a finger in the air.

I just stared at him for a while.

"It's been a week and you're pulling that card on me?"

"Just go down-"

"No."

"Pleeeease?"

"Hmm.... no."

"I'll give you unlimited access to all patient files."

"Where's the camper?" I throw on my lab coat.

"New that would getcha."

"I need blackmail on the Stoll brothers, I take wins where I can get them." I adjust something slightly out of place on my coat then walk past Will.

Will shrugs. "Fair enough."

We walk towards the strawberry fields, making small talk on the way. You know, the usual.

"How many people died last week?" I ask nonchalantly, as if death doesn't bother me anymore.

"Surprisingly, one," Will says while stepping over a mushroom that looked like it was on the verge of exploding. "He fell off of the rock climbing wall."

"Was he drunk?"

"Nope."

"Was he wearing any safety gear?"

"Also, nope."

"Well no duh, it's written on a giant sign to wear the proper equipment with supervision if you want to climb on the wall," I hop over a loose root in the ground. "It's literally the number one rule."

"It was an Ares kid."

"Okay, that makes much more sense."

We make it to the fields, with no one to be seen. Nobody. Anywhere, no matter where you looked. Not a single Satyr, bug, or demigod.

"Uh... Will?" I turn to him and bat my eyes. "Where's. The. Damn. Patient."

"How should I know?!"

"YOU'RE THE HEAD MEDIC. THAT'S YOUR JOB."

"NUH-UH- wait, no. You actually have a point. Am I gonna get fired?" Will was panicking, I was pissed, and we have a missing (probably dying, let's be honest) patient that's nowhere to be seen. "Oh gods, what do I tell Nico?!-"

"Calm down. You find that patient, before Chiron and Mr. D have your practicing license for a month. I'll go ask any nearby campers if they seen anyone..." I pause for a moment. "What did you say this patient looked like again?"

"I- uh.... Girl, very pretty, smelled like-"

"Let me remind you, you have a boyfriend that I know very well."

"Shut up," Will's face taking on the same hue of the strawberry milk served at lunch. "As I was saying, she was a daughter of Aphrodite. She was supposedly having a heat stroke-"

"Why would a child of Aphrodite be all the way out here in the Strawberry fields?" I interrupt. "Sorry, my bad. Please continue."

"-That caused her to pass out," Will continued, albeit, very annoyed. "She was saying something about needing water, and a Cabin Three kid went to the lake to purify some water for her to drink."

"That all?"

"No, she passed out and... well... You know the story from there."

I hum in thought. Being the gremlin I am, I walk away back to my office. "If she's not here, that means she's okay, or someone else is already treating her. Now about those medical documents-"

"What." Will said incredulously. "Not even gonna look for her?- What if there's a dead camper on my hands, and you just walk away?"

I nod. "Pretty much, yeah."

Will stares at me, dumbfounded and slowly getting more and more pissed off. "You're a terrible medic."

"If there's no patient to treat, there's no problem to meet." Ignoring Will's comment, I continue walking away. "I need to finish my rounds."

"You're fired."

I stop dead in my tracks, slowly turning around. "What?"

"You. Are. Fired"

"Y-you can't fire me?!" I walk up to him. "Only-"

"I don't care. Go to the Hermes cabin. And stay there. You're license is officially revoked."

"W-what..." I mumble, terrified. "Y-you can't do this to me- you're taking away my entire purpose-"

"That's the point," He folded his arms, towering over me, the damn Texan. "Get out my damn sight before I do something I regret."

"B-but my documents... My patients- You- you can't do this to me!"

"You are dismissed."

I felt the tension build up in my chest. My grip on my reality slipping away. The tears welling up in my eyes, burning hotter than any of the forges in Cabin 9. My breath became warm, my throat closing up and becoming dry as the tears fall off of my cheeks like rain. My nose and cheeks redder than any strawberry in the field.

I grip onto Will's shirt, falling to my knees and crying into Will's shirt. "P-please W-Will.... D-don't do this...." I sob.

"You have till the Harpies come out to move." Will said coldly, walking past me. Muttering and mumbling to himself to calm himself down as I slowly fall to the floor. Curling into a ball and clutching my stomach as my tears turn the dirt underneath my face slowly turning to mud with my tears.

So that was chapter 1 !!

Thank you so much for reading and I really hope you enjoyed!

A like would be greatly appreciated because it really supports me (you don't have to if you don't want to) :]

[ladylooch]

Ahhhh, I’m not the original anon who sent that they want angst for Lio and Sav but I do want it as well! Maybe Lio liking girls bikini pics or even just pics in general on instagram cause he doesn't see anything wrong with it. Maybe they argue because Sav wants kids but Lio doesn’t really want kids? 

Maybe they have a pregnancy scare… 

We all know that new man Lio would never cheat but he probably at first doesn’t understand how liking other women’s pics can upset Sav

The people want angst! And I am here to deliver the angst! Channeling some of this blurb and your thoughts above for this one 🥰

Savannah does not consider herself a snoop. She trusts Lio. She respects that he has a past from before her, just as she does before him. But she also has eyes. Blue ones that can’t help but wander over his shoulder as he scrolls through Instagram. 

Model after model sprints across his screen as he scrolls with his thumb. 

“Wow, more boobs than a swimsuit edition of SI.” She mumbles under her breath. 

“Hm?” Lio asks, looking over at her. She flips the page in her boring magazine, scanning the newest living room decor trends from Pottery Barn. 

“Nice couch.” She diverts the conversation. She points to a brown leather one. “Would look good in here.” 

“Yeah I like it.” Lio nods in agreement. “Should I get it?”

“You should ask Kendall if she would like it too before you make any decisions.” She flips the next page. 

“Who’s Kendall?”

“The girl whose tits you are engrossed with.” A wrinkle appears between Lio’s eyebrows. He takes in his girlfriend’s set jaw, then realizes she means Kendall, his ex fling, who he just scrolled by.

“Sav…” Lio chuckles. “I didn’t even notice. She’s an old friend.”

“I bet she is.” She responds, slapping the magazine shut. “What time are we meeting Lucie and Connor?” Lio stills, watching her cross her arms tightly across her chest. She rolls her foot in annoyance where one leg is folded over the other. 

“About an hour.” Sav uncrosses her arms, scratching distractedly at an itch in her hair, then stands up.

“I’m going to go read my book.” She announces over her shoulder, not even turning to look at him. She heads down the hallway to his bedroom, closing the door with a soft click. 

Lio sighs, then pulls up his Instagram. He may be new at this, but he knows whats bugging her. It’s not like she hasn’t brought it up off handedly, especially when she is drunk.

“I’m a cool girlfriend! I don’t even care that he follows over 100 models on Instagram.” 

Lio gets it. But he wishes she would talk to him instead of being so passive aggressive about it. He thinks about Lucie, wondering what she would say if it came up tonight at dinner.

Unfollow them you asshole!, probably.

So that is what Lio spends the next hour doing, unfollowing all the girls he doesn’t know, hasn’t spoken to in years, and especially the girls he has hooked up with. 

He wants Savannah to know she is the only one on his mind. He is willing to do whatever necessary to make her feel comfortable in their relationship. He knows he hurt her before. He doesn’t ever want that to happen again.

Lio raps his knuckles on the bedroom door once he is done.

“I'll be out in a second.” She calls to him. He frowns, hearing the tears in her voice. Shit, he should of come to talk to her earlier. He rubs at his hair in frustration.  Fuck, why is he so bad at this?

“Hey, time to go?” She asks brightly, sniffing discreetly when she opens the door. She tries to step around him, not waiting for an answer.

“Babe.” Lio takes a hold of her arm softly. Sav purses her lips, keeping her eyes down the hallway. “Will you talk to me?” 

“Do I really have to, Lio?” She pushes back.

“Would be nice if you did.” He shrugs. “I’m new at this.” His reminder is delicate, pleading even.

“I hate it. It makes me feel like shit that you have all these options at your fingertips.” 

“Sav, you know I’m in love with you?”

“Yes, but-“

“That is the beginning and end of it all.” He cuts her off, leaning down to smooch her lips. While he is kissing her, he slides his unlocked phone into her hands. “Look at whatever you want. Unfollow whomever you want me to. I’m yours.”

Then he slides her hips to the side to go into the closet to change for dinner.