#but it’s never with the same ferocity like he’s protecting his friends

[inkspottie]

Hello, I'm very sorry! Sorry for the weird question earlier. For context, I added the first question because I was hiding the fact that I was writing fanfic about the 2nd question. I came up with that because I thought it was the only way I could combine both respect for something or someone, and a dead animal. Something that would be caught in the crossfire. I didn't want spoil the fanfic I was writing.. I guess?

The question also applies to anything he's killed. Like remorse for something he cannot play a part in until he realises it's already done. And the guilt and respect he could have for those people or surroundings. His intervention that isn't apart of something natural could do to effect something normal.

Where fear makes him fight but he doesn't know what the outcome might be after he is finished. And he won't be able to pay proper respects to those he has taken.

If you don't want this, I won't write it. Just wanting to know if this is ok, as I think he's a really good character, and I mostly want to write about the divide between the Levithan, something that hides and human, someone who cares.

But, with that answer, I will let him have his shiny objects, he deserves it, which may be the fish. - Crow

No no you’re okay! I just have gotten a lot of….strange asks about roadkill and bringing dead creatures and bloody messes of gore to Sebastian as gifts and for romance and it makes me a little bit squeamish if anything lol

I kinda have to put certain boundaries on things, because I don’t want Sadao to be *too* animalistic. He eventually will accept both sides and still have his moments of course, but he’s still Sadao at the end of the day.

Cuz that’s what I like with those sort of tropes. A monster yes, but a monster who feels like they’re the same person they were, even with the changes.

For him hunting it’s more like…how one gives is respectful for the circle of life. He doesn’t kill for pleasure or for fun. It’s instinct to feed or even protect, and he would probably give a small thank you to any live animal he would have to kill if it meant feeding his weird rag tag group he has.

[romanarose]

First and Last

Logan Howlett x fem!Reader x Wade Wilson

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Summery: You are inexperienced outside of Logan, so he lets you get fucked by his fwend!!!

Warnings: Threesome, mfm threesome, m/m dynamics here and there, Wade is menace. PIV sex, sharing reader, blowjob, balls <3, protective Logan, lots of explicit consent, oral f and m, cumming in pants too soon. Bisexuality <3 Similar themes as Awakening with Triple Frontier <3

Immersivity: Reader is fem, afab, dresses in dresses, has hair.

A/N: I'm so excited for this!!!! First Wade Wilson fic? So excited!!! I've been writing some logan mostly at my dark account @romana-after-dark. I hope I did okay!!!

Sorry for the repost, this wasn't showing up in the tags at all??? So I'll retag those who rebloged my first one that i remember. Im so sorry to those I didn't remember!!!

You were a virgin when you met Logan.

That didn’t last long.

Sure, Logan took his time, not taking your first kiss and virginity at the same time, but you were as desperate for him as he was for you. You loved your Wolverine. Your sweet, cuddly bear of a man who protected you with a ferocity you’d never seen before and loved you with a tenderness you’ve never felt. 

Still, some days you wondered…

Logan brought it up first. You certainly weren’t going to suggest sleeping with someone else, absolutely not. You loved, loved, loved your boyfriend and he never once left you sexually lacking. Logan learned everything your body liked, everything it didn’t, and brought you pleasure and comfort in one go. It was just that natural bit of curiosity in you that occasionally it flittered across you mind. Not that you thought anyone could be better than Logan; no one could. Even with a bigger cock or someone more eager tongue, the love you shared would always elevate sex. Still, it was more what other people felt like.

“Do you ever wonder what it’s like, having sex with other people?” Logan waited until after sex, when the room was filled with emotional intimacy, but after he cleaned you up. He ever put you in his green flannel. He always put clothes on you before talking about anything serious, and one day you asked him why. He said he wants an even playing field, and at first you think your tits are distracting, but then he continues. He doesn’t want you to feel vulnerable or emotionally naked when you talk.

Heat creeps up your neck. You don’t want to hurt his feelings, but you remain honest. “Sometimes it crosses my mind I guess… But really, not something I like, sit and ponder about. I promise.”

“Hm.” He grunts, playing with your hair and looking at your lips, and for a moment you think he didn’t like that answer. Then he adds. “Have you ever thought about Wade?”

That’s how you got here. After some gentle coaxing, you say no, you never thought about Logan’s friend sexually. You asked if he ever thought about Wade sexually, and he just smirked. ‘Thought about him with you.’

Now you were sat on Logan’s lap on the bed, Wade standing against the wall just watching as Logan explores your body.

“Prettiest fuck’n tits you ever seen…”

Wade has a big grin plastered across his face. ”So you keep saying.” He says with a little laughter, hand fidgeting near his crotch but not touching yet. Not until Logan gives him permission. “And yet, they are like Hugh Jackman in my first two movies.”

You don’t know what he’s talking about half the time.

Logan gives a tit a squeeze, and you stifle a whimper. “Need her to get comfortable, first.” Logan turns into your neck, and you can feel his facial hair tickling your skin. A warm reminder that you are safe, loved and protected. “You nervous, pumpkin?” He coos into the crop of your neck, and you nod shyly. “Do you wanna stop?” You quickly shake your head.

Wade speaks now, more sincere than you are used to from him but still that playful tone. “You sure about that?” He holds up his hand, palm out, and wiggles his fingers. “Nothing tighter than my right hand.”

This made you smile, and Logan continued to touch you. He hooks your legs over his knees, spreading his own legs wide and letting Wade get a good look up your skirt at the cute panties you picked out just for him.

Wade whistles, his cock clearly tenting in his sweats. “C’mon Logan, you’re fucking with me here. I did not consent to edging, we’d have to negotiate that contract.”

A low rumble against your back and Logan chuckles. “Go ahead and touch yourself, dumbass.” As Wade quickly goes to palm at himself, groaning obscenely loud, and Logan responds by dragging his fingers over your clothes clit and tickles the soaked material. 

“Mmmmm” You sign happily at the contact, but stifled from the noises Logan has pulled out of you again and again and again. “Still feeling shy?” He murmurs against your skin, even as he delivers a small slap to your pussy.

You jolt. “M’ sorry”

“Don’t be sorry, just tell me what you want to do. Cards are in your hands.”

And they were. You look at Wade touching himself, heat growing in your stomach at the idea of him between your legs. Nothing in you says stop, no alarm bells to ignore… Wade could be balls deep inside your pussy and if you said stop, he’d stop. You knew Wade enough for that, but you also knew Logan was going to protect you. You doubted you could get to that point without Logan reading your body. No, you trusted them. “Just nerves.” You tell him finally, locking eyes with Wade for a moment before turning away. The heat was too intense, too much sexual tension in the room, the three of you’s desire for each other. You just needed to cool off. “Don’t wanna stop just… I need to relax.” You tell Logan.

Ever attentive, his hands leave your dripping core and go to your shoulders, rubbing them. In a half-whisper, he says, “Would it help if I told you his middle name was Winston?”

A beat of silence.

Then, you giggle. The air is lighter in the room, but no less attraction. You felt better.

Two large hands slide up your middle to cup your breasts. “Are you ready, sweet girl?” 

You look at Wade grinning ear to ear. You can feel Logan’s comforting presence all around you.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” 

*

Logan had taken care of the communication, and everyone was clear on rules and boundaries between the three of you. Well, yours and Logans anyway. Wade was absulty down for anything, stating “Any appendage, any hole.” He said something about toes and urethas, but Logan said something along the lines of , “shut the fuck up, she hasn’t even done anal yet, don’t scare the poor girl.”

Anal play was a no. Logan and you had definitely messed around with some finger and tongue action, but his cock hadn’t gone in yet, and you certainly weren’t letting Wade get in on that action before your loving boyfriend. As for other anal play, you just didn’t feel comfortable with a man you weren’t dating up in that. What if you farted? Well, Wade might be into that actually. Second rule was you stayed in your dress. Maybe it’s silly considering he’ll be up inside your guts, but you weren’t totally confident enough to undress in front of another man. 

Logan’s rules were very clear and simple. Firstly, your comfort comes before everything. Wade can’t lose himself. That was his rule for Wade, but he had a request for you too. 

“First and last,” He asked of you. “Your first and last orgasms belong to me, because no matter what happens here, you’re still mine. His cum might be leaking out of you, but it’s mine that’s gonna get you pregnant one day, do you understand?” 

That idea alone made your stomach do flips… but for the time being, you were on birth control.

Once you told Logan you were ready, Logan stood with you in his arms like you were weightless, turning around to gently lay you down on the bed. He ate you out slower than usual, insisting he wanted to take him time, get you to relax. Wade was suddenly leaning over where Logan knelt on the floor, hands on his shoulders and humps his still-clothed erection onto Logan’s back.

“No fingers yet? Wolvie, baby, you know better than anyone you gotta open her up or this is gonna hurt.”

“Shut the hell up.” Logan growled, then kissed your inner thigh. “She can take it, can’t you baby?”

You scrambled to get a grip on his gentle waves, trying to pull him back into your cunt. “Yes, but Lo, please don’t stop!”

“Ohhhh poor baby…” Logan teases you with a striped licked up your soaked folds. “You need me? Does my girl need me?”

Wade gives a long, slow grind against Logan’s back. “Better give her your fingers soon or I’m gonna go klablewy in my pants.”

Only half listening, Logan looks up at you through his dark lashes, Logan asks you. “That what you need? Need me to open you up, bub?”

You nod furiously, pulling him into you. Not making any effort to tell Wade to fuck off, Logan slides two thick fingers into your dripping channel, causeing you to sigh in relief and Wade to whimper, rutting against Logan like a dog. Instead of pushing him off, Logan reached behind himself and grabbed Wade’s leg, gluing them together and encouraging him on. The sight causes you to chase your high against his face and fingers.

“That’s right, take what you need, go ahead and use me… there we go, feels good doesn’t it?” You didn’t know if he was talking to you or to Wade.

When Wade begins moaning, face twisting in pleasure, Logan picks up his pace. He could feel Wade cumming against him, and seconds later you were gushing out onto his mouth. Getting two people off at once was not something he’d ever thought about, but as he felt it happening Logan couldn’t help the swell of pride in his chest.

Your body goes limp under him, sighing contently the way he loves so much, and he feels Wade braced against him still.

“You gonna be ready to go again, or is your dick as fucked as the rest of you?” Logan teases, starting to stand and only just now shoving the other man back a little.

“Ooh hoo hoo, just give me a minute, Logey boo. There are 206 bones in the human body, 207 if I’m watching you touch this sweet little thing.”

You smile up at him, happy to see him happy, happy he’s here. “Would touching me speed up the process?”

Wade practically jumps on the bed.

*

Once Wade was hard again, you were put into position, handmaid's tale style. Logan sat against the padded bedpost, legs spread, with you in between them. You rest your head on his jeans covered cock as Wade lines himself up at your entrance. He’s longer than Logan but not as thick, cut while Logan isn’t.

He was perfect, just not as perfect as your loving boyfriend. Wade pushes into you quickly, forcing a sharp breath to exhale out of you, nails digging into Logan’s hands where he holds you.

“Wade! For fucks sake, go easy on the girl!”

But you surprise Logan by begging Wade for more. “Please, please, please, give it to me, give it to me Wade.” You look up at your lover. “Logan, please tell him, tell him to fuck me?” Your hips buck, begging for friction.

Logan chuckles. “You heard my girl, Wade-o, give it to her.”

Wade fucking woops, fucking your pussy with an energy you weren’t used to. Logan was an incredible lover, stamina and tenderness, he was not lacking in energy and passion during sex, but Wade? Whole other story. Wade fucked hard and fast, hands wandering all over every inch of your body, whether exposes skin or your pretty dress. Never once did he try to push aside any clothing or show him more than comfortable, simply told you how pretty you looked in this dress. 

“Jesus, how did you find a cute little doll like this?” Wade practically giggles with glee. “This is gonna be in my wet dreams for as long as I live, which, as it happens, is a long fucking time. God, I could just live in this sweet little pussy forever. If you were mine, you’d never be able to walk straight.”

Logan, never one to be shown up by Wad’s mouth, talks right back, fingertips trailing down your front. “Why do you think we canceled on drinks last week? Had to carry her to the bath she was fucked so raw.”

“You kept it up that long, old man?” 

“‘Till she was cry’n”

 “Looks like she’s about ready to start that again.”

Tears were blurring in your eyes, the heat inside you festering into your lower stomach as Wade ravaged your core. You could feel him inside you, your body shifting and making room for him to reach deep inside you than anyone or anything had before. The way he touched your body made you feel wonderfully desired, Wade’s ADHD mind jumping from part to part, giving attention to bits of you that could never have found sex, while Logan’s careful and precise minstrations massaged those erogenous zones. There were even a few sounds Wade pulled from you touching new places that Logan took note of, making sure to know exactly what makes his girl whimper and whine. 

He’s not above learning a thing or two, even if he could make your cum untouched with just his voice. Logan knew how to make you feel adored and sexy and cum over and over again on his cock, but if there was a way to make it even better for you, he was gonna learn.

“It’s okay bub, let it out, we got you. Ooooohhh there we go, that’s my girl, crying on Wades cock like a good girl, my pretty wife letting my friend use her cute body to get his rocks off because he can’t find anyone to get his rocks off with”

“Hey now!”

Logan calling you his wife, hinting at what he had always promised you, a future together for the rest of your life.

“Logan!” You reach your hand back, and Logan takes it quickly, anchoring you. “Wade!” You pull Wade close to you, his body slimmer than Logan but covering you in comfort nonetheless. You feel his skin, mangled and beautiful and so uniquely him sliding against your sweat-slick skin, lips coming to kiss as the force of his thrusts rub your head against Logan's hard cock.

“You gonna cum, baby? Gonna cum on my dick while Logan watches? You know, generally I like to keep my cucks in a chair, but I’ll make an exception for my little peanut.” Wade boops Logan’s nose.

“Ignore him, pumpk’n” but you didn’t want to ignore Wade, not when he was making your legs shake, your climax crestinc as you whine. The hand that isn’t holding yours cradles your neck on his lap, grounding you into this bed where he’d shown you his love time and time again as you cum on his friend's cock. “That’s it, cum for me, sweet girl. Squeezing your cock so good isn’t she?”

“Like FUCKING HEAVEN!” Wade hollers in your ear, pumping his cum into your cunt against and again while you writhe in their arms, a full body orgasm having blossomed from your stomach and tingling down your toes and fingers. You’d never felt so desired, so sexy, so beautiful. 

Wade collapses on your body and you instinctively wrap your arms around him, whispering a thank you in his ear.

“Anything… for… my OTP!” Wade tries to quip between breathless wheezes, but he’s so tired he remains on your chest, eyes drooping.

Logan plays with your hair, tender touches on your face and down your neck where he caressed Wade’s head as well. You loved this, you loved them, and you especially loved your sweet Logan, the fearsome Wolverine only soft for you… and Wade Wilson, it seems. He start to get up after several minutes, still fully clothed and fully hard. Your head slides off his lap, and his hand guides in gentle down to the bed.

“I’m gonna get you guys cleaned up.”

You catch his hand, gazing up at him questioningly. “First and last, remember?” He wanted to give yoru first and last orgasm, but Logan just smiles down softly at you.

“You’re tired, bub. Let me take care of your guys.”

“I can do another!” You try to assert. This was Logan’s condition, and it’s not like you were in pain or pure exhausted. There was no reason you couldn’t do this for him.

From his place resting on your chest, Wade pipes up. “I see you’re still rocking a stiffy, gramps. I bet we could heat things up in here to the 60’s” He turns to a wall and winks. “The highest 60’s”

Logan shook his head. “Today wasn’t about me.”

But you don’t let go. “First and last. You are my first, and my last, okay?”

His soft smile grows into something more wicked.

*

You are placed on top of him, your sweet pussy dripping down onto his tongue, his thumb fucking your ass, and cock making your mouth gag. Wade, a tired wittle guy, laid down between Logan’s legs and under mouth, slobbering with Logan’s balls in his mouth. Gagging on your lover’s shaft, Wade is not put off by your saliva and Logan’s precum dripping down on him. Likewise, Logan was not bothered by swallowing down Wade’s cum. In fact, he ate you out with more vigor than he had earlier, humming contently at the taste of his friend.

Wade guided you, using your mouth like a toy to pleasure his friend. With fingers entangled in your locks he pulls your head off and pushes it back down, forcing your throat to take whatever it’s given. Still, somehow he listens to those little cues of yours and never pushes it too far. You gag and moan in delight as Logan devours your puffy pussy, your tight little ring of muscle squeezing down on his thumb. Finger nails dig into Logan’s thick thighs and he’s not sure who they belong to, you or Wade, and before he can draw it out any longer Logan is flooding your mouth with rope after rope of hot cum.

“Yeah, fuck, don’t fucking stop baby, keep gagging, want my cum spilling on Wade’s face.”

“FUCK YEAH!” Wade shouts, albeit muffled with Logans tightening balls still in his mouth. When Logan finishes pumping your mouth full, you pull off his dick and lean over Wade, mouth full. He leaves Logan and smiles, giving you permission for what you were both thinking. He opens his mouth and spit a blog of saliva and cum into his mouth, slowly letting it drip down before you encased his mouth in your, letting him lick the rest of Logan’s cum out as he watched.

*

Logan did as he promised and took care of you and Wade. The two of you were entangled yourself with each other, arms in arms, legs wrapped around waists as Logan got a warm wash of clothes and cleaned both of you up with a gentle touch you ’d never seen him give Wade, but you liked seeing it. Wade and you provided each other with that skin to skin as Logan handled the technical, praising you both.

While Logan made you and Wade drink water, he rummaged through his clothes, tossing Wade some sweats and looking at you as he pulled on boxers. “Can I take you to the bathroom so I can get you into something more comfortable?”

You consider his words for a minute. He was offering you privacy, not requiring you to undress in front of Wade nor stay in the dress. Wade mumbles something about leaving the room, but he was clearly half asleep. Thing was, you didn't feel embarrassed with Wade anymore.

“You can change me here.”

Logan smiles down at you, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to your dick-sucking-swollen lips, and grabs at the hem of your dress. Even though he’s tired, Wade helps lift up your hips, then torso, then neck with his strength and is nice and carefully laying you down again on your nice soft bed. When Logan finally joins you two, you’re surprised to find that inside of going to curl his arms around you at your side, he crawls up between you and Wade. For a second you think there’s jealousy, that he wants distance between you two and you fear he’s about to send Wade out. Spending the night was not in the plan, but neither was that intense sexual chemistry between all three of you. You didn’t love Wade, but you felt close to him. You wanted him to stay.

Instead of kicking Wade wraps his arms around both of you, pulling you close to him. He was warm, safe, strong as you laid your body down on top of his chest, Wade opting to curl in more and rest on Logan’s abs, muttering “Mmmmm my peanut” and for once Logan didn’t tell him to shut up. When Wade starts snoring, Logan continues to play with your hair as he speaks.

“Was everything okay, pumpkin? You feel good?”

“Yeah,” You confirm, nodding off to sleep in content happiness. “Are you okay that I kissed Wade? We didn’t really talk about that.”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little mind, beautiful girl. I know who you belong to.”

You kiss his left peck. “My first and last.”

I HOPE I DID OKAY!!!!!!

I love them you're honor ;-; WADE IS CANONICALLY QUEER SO DONT ERASE THATW HEN YOU WRITE HIM!!!

I love wolverine/ deadpool <3

I love my queer men

Thank you for reading! I have a/b/o Logan series coming after I finish up some Pedro Pascal fics!!!

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[moeitsu]

heyyy, I absolutely love ur fics and hcs...I was wondering if u will be willing to write smth fluffy abt logan...

Like they have been good friends for awhile and both of them have been pinning for each other...but the reader thinks he still loves jean...

And they've an argument Abt smth before a mission and obv reader gets injured...but someone else saves her and he doesn't get to meet her and when she recovers she avoids him .....

Smth like thiss...plss....❤️✨

The miscommunication trope is a tough one for me, but I hope I did alright! Thanks for being my first request!

"You're the only one for me" Logan Howlett x Reader

wc: 1k warnings: none Lots of fluff and feels at the end :)

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A jealous itch runs up your spine as you see Logan across the room, smiling at her the same way he smiles at you. Jean Grey. Everyone in the mansion knows about their history, about Logan’s long, unrequited love for her.

Despite her loyalty to Scott, Logan couldn’t help but fall for the beautiful, fiery redhead. But that was before you came along.

Logan and you have always had a deep, unspoken understanding. From the very first day you met, there was something electric between you, something unnameable but undeniably there.

A glance across the room was all it took to communicate. And yet, there was always something more, lingering beneath the surface, something neither of you were brave enough to say out loud.

Late nights under the stars became your shared solace. You’d sit side by side, talking about everything and nothing, as the night stretched on. Logan listened to every word you said like it was the most important thing in the world.

Those quiet moments, with the world asleep around you, were what he treasured most. But he never told you that.

He never told you how those talks meant more to him than any battle he’d ever won.

Logan isn’t one for grand gestures, but you noticed the small things. How his hand would linger when he handed you a cup of coffee, the way he instinctively stepped closer when the room got too crowded, or how his arm would sometimes brush against yours when you walked side by side.

These moments made your heart race, but just as you thought there might be something more, you’d catch him with Jean, and the doubts would creep in.

Oh, how he wished he had the courage to tell you how he felt. But the pain of rejection haunted him. The fear of opening his heart, only to have it shattered again, quieted him into submission.

So, he stayed silent, letting the tension build between you, even as he longed to close the gap.

But you were growing tired of the mind games. His feelings for you seemed as real as the ground beneath your feet, as the air in your lungs. He must feel the same way, you told yourself.

But then, there he was, spending time with Jean, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you had it all wrong.

The tension finally boiled over before a big mission. The argument was sharp, words cutting deeper than any blade.

“Just go back to Jean!” you snapped, frustration and hurt lacing your voice.

Logan’s eyes widened, his own frustration simmering beneath the surface. “You think I—” he started, but the words stumbled. He tried to deny it, but his voice failed him, the weight of unspoken truths holding him back.

You both stormed off, leaving the air between you crackling with unresolved tension.

The mission was a blur of chaos, and then—disaster.

You were injured, and it was serious. Logan’s heart stopped when he heard. He fought through enemies with a ferocity that terrified even his allies, desperate to reach you. But before he could get to you, someone else did, pulling you to safety.

The relief was brief, overshadowed by guilt and frustration. He should have been there. He should have protected you. As he watched you being carried away, unconscious and bleeding, he made a vow—he would never let that happen again.

When you recovered, the physical wounds healed faster than the emotional ones. You avoided Logan, convinced that his heart still belonged to someone else, that your feelings were nothing but wishful thinking.

Better to rip the band-aid off now, you thought, than suffer more heartbreak later.

Logan noticed the distance immediately. It gnawed at him, a constant ache in his chest. You had always come to him when there was trouble, when you needed a shoulder to cry on, when you just needed someone to sit with you in silence.

But now, you turned away, leaving him feeling helpless and lost.

He asked others about your condition, made sure you were okay in his own quiet way, even sat outside your room at night, listening to your breathing just to make sure you were sleeping. But the distance between you felt like an unbridgeable valley.

The tension finally became too much to bear. Logan couldn’t stand the silence any longer.

One night, he cornered you—gentle but firm, his voice low and rough. “Jean will always be a part of my past,” he said, his words heavy with truth, “but you… you’re my present, my future. I’ve been afraid of screwing this up, of losing what we have, but I can’t stay quiet anymore. You're the only one for me, and I’m not letting you slip away.”

You were stunned, tears welling up as you realized how wrong you’d been.

“I thought… I was so afraid that…” you whispered, your voice trembling.

Logan stepped closer, his rough hand brushing against your cheek. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured, his voice soft but certain.

The confession hung between you, fragile but true. And then, slowly, Logan leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was long overdue.

It was slow, tender, filled with all the emotions you’d both kept bottled up for too long. When you finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes soft and full of affection.

“You’re the only one for me,” he repeated with a whisper, his voice rough but sincere.

After that night, everything changed. The tension that had once thickened the air melted away, replaced by a quiet, comfortable closeness.

Logan became more open with his affection—small touches, lingering looks, and a new ease in your interactions. You both felt the relief of finally being on the same page, of knowing that the unspoken feelings were now shared and mutual.

Logan made sure you never doubted his feelings again. He talked more, shared more of himself, making it clear that you were the most important person in his life.

Jean was a part of his past, but you were his future, and he wasn’t going to let you forget it.

Thanks for requesting this!!

I hope I did it some justice. I love Jean Grey and I tried my best not to paint her in a bad light. But I know everyone's a sucker for a good love triangle hehe

[double--blind]

(SPOILERS) Ashley, self-esteem, and starvation

So, I adore Ashley. She's this intensely toxic, vicious, cruel, manipulative girl, and her psychology gives me hella brainworms. Andrew's not the only one whose head I wanna crack open and root around lol. She's thrown away the world just to keep her brother by her side, and she'll continue to do worse and worse for the same reason. She's pretty awful! I've been thinking about why, though. How did things get so bad? How did her soul get so dark?

We don't know everything (I'm waiting for those new eps patiently aND CLAWING AT THE WALLS AND FROTHING AT THE MOUTH but whatevs y'know whatevs I'm normal. I'm fine), yet what information we have been given is bumping around my brain like a DVD screensaver on hyperdrive

It's clear from the start that the roots of Ashley's issues lie in her horrible, neglectful upbringing, but it's hinted that even those outside of her family felt the same abt her. I'm lowkey even betting we'll learn later on that she was ostracized by her peers somehow. However, what's most disconcerting, I believe, is how little she was when the results of this alienation are first made apparent to us (bc kids aren't dumb; they notice this stuff oftentimes instinctively, impossibly young, before they even know what it means to be hated), and how devastating the consequences were.

(There's something decidedly childish abt her dream sequence in the "questionable" route—filled with crayon scribbles and rabbit plushies, the metaphors simplistic yet profound—which really hammers in how these sentiments are things that have made a home in her since childhood. Formative subconscious truths.)

Growing up unloved and noticeably unwanted by virtually everyone around her likely left her with a gaping hole in her heart that she'd spend the rest of her life trying to fill. She'd make friends, but she'd always worry that they'd leave her, that they'd betray her, nothing tangible or weighted enough in their connection to trust in its persistence. Why should she expect otherwise? Not even being bound by familial ties ensures affection if her parents are any indication.

Every lesson she'd ever learned had always taught her this: you are easy to abandon. You cannot love and be loved by virtue of your own worth.

You have to rip their affection from their clenched hands if you want it so bad.

This understanding carries with it an undercurrent of degradation, instilling within Ashley a constant, biting inferiority complex which will never fail to be a source of insecurity. She will always be put last. She was difficult to raise, so her parents gave up on raising her. She was difficult to get along with, so her friends gave up on getting along with her.

It's an odd cycle. She's difficult bc she needs to be to get attention, but bc she's difficult, she can't keep it. Not without having whatever fondness she's managed to cultivate within someone fray at the seams, volatile and prone to collapse, bleeding toxicity.

Hence, her relationship w/Andrew.

By being the only reliable constant in her life, caring for her and keeping her company, Andrew essentially became her only source of happiness, and she's since learned not to bother with anyone else. Still, it's dangerous to keep all your eggs in one basket; since he is all she has, she must protect her place in his life with even greater ferocity, which becomes a torturous ordeal when coupled with her damaged self-esteem.

It's apparent in her quarrels with Andrew that she needs constant reassurance that she is wanted in some capacity or perceived in some positive light (getting pouty when Andrew says he's "stuck with her", needing to hear that she's pretty, needing him to "choose her", wanting him to say he loves her back, etc. etc.), yet her insecurity remains, bc unlike her, he's got options. She doesn't think he needs her like she needs him. He's got a gf, their parents love him, her friends love him. Why would he settle for her? What if someone better comes along? Someone she can't scare away?

Wouldn't he just leave her like everyone else?

Even before getting locked in the coffin of their apartment, starvation's been a constant theme in Ashley's life. She's constantly aching for love, and Andrew's the only one who can feed her. When you're forced to fight for a bite to eat or suffer every moment you hunger, you become ravenous—covetous—when faced with food; you don't want the hunger to return, so you lock down the source of your sustenance, wary of its retreat. Ashley's in a permanent state of intense insecurity, always anxious that the love that gives her life will leave her.

Andrew knows Ashley better than anyone else in the world, and it's obvs to everyone and him how desperate Ashley is for him, but I don’t think Andrew has truly, consciously processed the depth of that desperation. It's there buried in his head somewhere no doubt, but rn, he doesn't operate w/the direct awareness that he is everything. He is brother, mother, friend, and soulmate. He is life and love, air and water, everything that is good in the world—everything that there is to justify existence.

It's heartbreaking, in a way, that it's so difficult for Andrew to convince her of his loyalty. This goes further than his tendency to hide his true feelings, bc when push comes to shove, he's at her beck and call. Objectively, he's hers. She doesn't see that bc all she sees is all the ways she can lose him.

So, she gets bratty. She gets pushy, possessive, territorial. Manipulative. Gets under his skin, guilts him to exhaustion, bc she can't see him staying any other way, bc he doesn't get it, bc it works. He bends to her will, for her sake. For now. It's always "for now", bc he'll start slipping away again, and then it'll get worse. She does worse.

Becomes worse.

[imagine-darksiders]

Ok, so please hear me out because I've been thinking about this in depth. Imagine Karn helping his human friend raise their baby. (Imagine him carrying the baby around in his scarf)

ooohoho h KARN LOVE IN THE YEAR 2024.

He;s like... the most imperfect perfect babysitter you could ask for. Doesn't see danger as well as others might, so your baby will end up going to places a baby should definitely not be going, i.e., lava-filled dungeons and demon-infested pits etc.

However, you have to trust that Karn is a fight-to-the-death kind of maker. Just because he wanted to show your little tyke a cool treasure at the bottom of an ancient well doesn't mean he won't protect your baby with every single fibre of his being.

He's as attached to the kid as he is to you. And he'd never betray your trust by letting something happen to his little brother/sister.

Out of the dungeons and in your regular, day-to-day life, Karn is still a proud - if scatter brained - protector. And a very proficient one too.

Are you tired from carrying the baby around on your shoulder all day? He'll use his scarf like a sling, bundling them up inside the warm fabric, all the while boasting about how his big, burly arms won't ever get tired. He might even try to flex for you at the same time, which earns him nothing but a gentle laugh.

Need to get so much done but you also need to watch the baby? Say no more, Karn can be an extra set of eyes for you. Just wait and see! Why, he'll take the baby out into the garden and watch them play safely under his protective-...

Where did they go?

So, the baby nearly crawled into a hole under his watch, it could have happened to anybody. The important thing is that Karn nearly tripped over his own feet lunging forwards to snag the back of their overalls and hoist them away from danger, so if anything, he's kind of a hero.

Your hero? Perhaps?

When you're trying to rock the baby to sleep but fighting off exhaustion yourself, Karn will happily set aside his evening to pick you and the baby up and balance the two of you on his broad chest, beaming proudly whilst you grumble at him, feeble in your resistance. This way, he can rock you both to sleep, and everyone gets some shut eye. It's a win win.

Wow, he's smart! You must be so grateful to have a friend as smart as him.

Of course, he feels a smidgen less smart when he allows a rogue demon to venture too close to your home. A stalker. Sniffing out the soft bodies hiding within.

He still regrets what he let himself become in that moment when he heard you scream from the garden and all but smashed his way through your living room wall, his eyes locking at once to the enormous, catlike beast trying to claw at you while you fended it off with a poker from the fire, keeping yourself valiantly planted between it and the baby cradled in your opposite arm.

Whatever ancient instinct he'd borrowed from his ancestors leapt to the fore in the blink of an eye. Protect the young.

Well he had. It was brutal. You've seen brutal, but you'd both privately hoped your baby never would. Karn was almost inconsolable after the stalker way pulverised into your living room carpet. A snarling, heaving brute who seemed nearly double in size for all his posturing and ferocity. The baby's crying kept him agitated, whipping his head back and forth whilst he crowded you both into a corner of the room and stood guard, his back bent low to accommodate his size under the ceiling.

It takes several minutes of gentle coaxing, cajoling and the softest voice you can muster to convince Karn back into himself. Even longer before he lets you leave the corner, and only when you make him hold the baby so you can focus on cleaning up what's left of your would-be assailant. You didn't realise why he seemed so reluctant to hold them at the time, he usually loves holding them. It was only later you realised he was terrified of losing himself in that space between incoherent rage and absolute fear again, and something... bad might happen to you or the kid...

[luimagines]

"Hello, this is not a request, but I want to share an idea I've had for a while.

Can you imagine a FNAF reader?

Now, do you remember the 5 missing children?

One of them was the older brother of the FNAF reader, adding a touch of anguish. FNAF reader witnessed how the Purple Guy killed her brother and the other children. She was spared from being murdered because her brother hid her in a desperate attempt to protect her. FNAF reader was so traumatized, so scarred by the death of her brother and those children, that she was never able to tell anyone what happened, developing such deep post-traumatic stress that a large part of her personality changed after that. FNAF reader became terribly protective of those close to her, especially if they were young or children. It didn’t help that she couldn’t trust people easily, as she could see and know when someone was a danger, especially if that threat was directed at a child.

Now, when FNAF reader meets the Chain, it’s hard for her to trust them, but that changes thanks to Wind, who reminds her so much of her late older brother with his cheerful and mischievous personality. It also didn’t help that he was a pirate, which only heightened the memory of those happy days full of innocence.

To the Chain’s confusion, they don’t understand or associate why FNAF reader is so brutally protective of Wind. Even Wind doesn’t understand why she’s so protective of him—he’s a hero, after all, and can take care of himself.

It’s not until they’re in Warriors’s Castletown, and most of the group has left their weapons at the inn while they go to the market, that FNAF reader sees it—a predator in the crowd, with their eyes on Wind. She does everything possible to make sure Wind doesn’t get separated from her, not even for a second, but the worst happens.

In a moment of distraction, Wind gets separated due to the crowd at the market. The Chain tries to calm FNAF reader, but she’s unable to tell them that Wind is in danger. Her desperation grows with each passing second as she searches everywhere for him. When she finally finds him, oh no. Wind is in an alleyway, frozen with fear, with that same person about to kill him. She dissociates; she no longer sees Wind and a man, but the Purple Guy about to kill her older brother. She sees red, and years of pent-up rage explode.

With a ferocity that would scare even a certain god of war trapped behind a mask, FNAF reader attacks this predator mercilessly to save and protect Wind. Her mind only repeats, ‘Protect’ ‘Not again,’ as she punches the child-killer with her bare fists. When the Chain arrives, they are horrified and can barely pull FNAF reader off the man. Even Time, with his strength, can’t contain her savage state.

If it weren’t for a group of guards passing by, no one would have been able to stop FNAF reader from beating the man to death.

If it hadn’t been for a disturbed Wind’s statement about what happened, FNAF reader would have barely escaped imprisonment, as she had acted in defense of Wind. It also helped that the man who tried to kill Wind was already being sought for other child murder crimes.

When everything calms down and they are back at the inn, with Wind still clinging to FNAF reader, trying to process what happened, Time is the first to demand an explanation. He asks why she attacked like a rabid animal without thinking twice about the man who had already been arrested for attempting to murder Wind. FNAF reader, after so many years, is finally able to tell someone through tears what happened to her when she was young, how, as a little girl, she witnessed her brother and his friends being cruelly murdered by an adult, and how she was only saved because her older brother had hidden her to protect her from the man. And she couldn’t bear the thought of it happening again, especially to Wind, who is only a few years older than her brother was when he was killed.

There is complete silence. None of the Chain can believe it, but at the same time, it all makes sense—why FNAF reader is so protective of Wind. What she experienced as a child was undeniably traumatic, and it’s impossible not to be scarred after something like that.

I don't much about FNAF. I lost contact with the plot after like... game 2. XD

I've never been good with horror so I avoid it as much as I can.

I don't think we've ever had a FNAF! reader though. I know someone brought up a Poppy Playtime a little bit ago.

You must have been sitting on this for a while then, huh? ^.^*

This could easily be a full-scale fic. Granted, I don't see it being more than a one-shot but it's very impressive none the less.

Poor Wind. When you said Predator though, my brain went to a different place instead of just... direct murder. Torture beforehand was completely where I thought it was going to go.

[bonefall]

BB!Honeyfern -> Honeysnake

A girl who's gonna be stealing a little more time in BB.

[ID: The Better Bones version of Honeyfern. She is a spiky, golden, blue-eyed cat with a brown mask and stripes. Her torso, paws, and 'boots' are creamy. She is being bitten by an adder, and prepares to bite back]

Clanmew Name: Mlashiff, Mlasis (Mla = Honey + Shiff = Frond, the leaf of a fern) (Mla = Honey + Sis = Serpent, generic term for snakes)

Alignment: ThunderClan

Relations: Parents - Sorreltail, Brackenfur Siblings - Molepaw, Cinderheart, Poppyfrost Ex-Mate - Berrynose Apprentice - Briarlight

Honeyfern stands tall as the strongest, most ambitious kitten in the Brackenfour litter. Through BB!Po3, she is a rising star in ThunderClan, and Hollypaw's rival. Honeyfern's ferocity was only matched by her compassion; in early BB!OotS, she doesn't hesitate to lay her life on the line to attack an adder in defense of Briarkit.

After fighting for several days against one of the worst injuries Clan cats know of, Honeyfern survives, and is bestowed the Honor Title of Honeysnake before even getting her first apprentice.

(One of the first completely uncontroversial choices that Bramblestar makes!)

But, the painful ordeal causes Honeysnake to realize things about her boyfriend, Berrynose. Traits that had once been endearing were suddenly not so cute. Boldness comes across as selfishness. Protectiveness becomes controlling behavior. His 'sense of humor' means he doesn't take things seriously.

If only it could have been so simple to just leave him. No, she never would have guessed that the week she left Berrynose, he would immediately become interested in her sister. Poppyfrost!! What are you doing?! GIRL

With her uncle Thornclaw as deputy and far too busy for an apprentice anyway, it's obvious who Briarkit's mentor must be. The brave cat who saved her life became her guide and best friend, staying by her side through every hardship until her fateful death during the Battle of the True Eclipse (BOTTE).

LOTS more under the cut!

Honeysnake's personality is firm, responsible, and occasionally overly proud of herself. At the same time, she is driven by kindness more than anything else, and would break her own back to lessen the burden on her clanmates. She takes after her dad, Brackenfur, more than any of her siblings!

Because she massively values her own strength and her helpfulness, she can be goaded into overexerting herself and bossing around other cats. She doesn't mean to be pushy, but her heart is so large that she sometimes fails to realize that she's only made things worse. Big sister energy!

She must learn to balance this; a flaw is often a value in excess.

When she was an apprentice, her personality could really clash with Cinderpaw's.

Cinderpaw is very emotional, to the point of instability. Honeypaw couldn't understand that Cinder had to learn to work it out on her own, and sometimes inserted herself into her problems

This would make them both upset, as it wouldn't work and then Honeypaw would scold Cinderpaw for not taking her unsolicited advice.

In spite of all this, they love each other and got closer when they got older. It's ironic that Honey and Poppy would eventually be the ones fighting-- they NEVER fought as kids!

She fell in love with Berrynose after he developed a crush on her. Honey hadn't really thought much about romance before then, but she fell hard.

Berrynose was bold and exciting. She was always the one chasing after other people, finding ways to help everyone except herself. To BE pursued instead felt flattering, even freeing. He could be REALLY mean, yeah... but that was endearing, for a time. It felt like honesty, and it was refreshing that he would just say the things she would hold back to be polite, or diplomatic.

They were getting serious before the snake, which is now shuffled to happen in the first book of BB!OotS

The energy in ThunderClan had been... off, for a while. Since Hollyleaf had revealed the secret of her parentage and vanished, uncle Thornclaw had replaced Squirrelflight as deputy, and Leafpool was demoted as Cleric.

The couple had been discussing kittens and such, something uplifting so things could start to heal and move on.

In hindsight, they were normal adult discussions. In Honeysnake's reflections, something is ironic about how mature Berrynose had been just before the incident. Like he really was growing up, for a while.

Was he truly getting better? Or was that just a side of him she stopped being able to see in the new light? She'll never know.

The fight with the adder is burned into her mind, in extreme detail.

She remembers being cuddled next to Berrynose from the second level of the camp. She remembers the way her stomach dropped when she realized, from her vantage point, that a branch-shaped object under the wall was slithering. How she screamed for Briarkit to get back and bound across the quarry faster than she'd ever moved before.

The snake bit her first, and then she bit it back.

Venom from an adder burns. It quickly spread up her paw and through her arm, searing her veins like fire. She crumpled into a screaming heap next to her dead foe, sending the entire camp into a panic.

Jayfeather, already overwhelmed through being a new Cleric working alone after Leafpool's demotion, having recently been publicly disowned, and still mourning his sister, had to spring into action

And the very first crack that Honey noticed on her mate was how Berrynose threatened Jayfeather. "You'd better save her, if you don't I'LL kill you!"

Jayf didn't even dignify it with a response. She was glad he didn't. She didn't want Jay doing anything but helping her not have burning blood.

An adder bite is one of the deadliest, most painful, difficult injuries to treat across all four Clans. She required round-the-clock care and was in constant pain, for days, without guarantee she would survive.

And Berrynose was unhelpful, to say the least. Even going so far as to wrinkle his nose when Jay chewed up a mouthful of nettle for Honeyfern's treatments.

What she once found funny and endearing wasn't so cute when he couldn't be serious when she wanted him to be.

Leafpool, ex-Cleric, started stepping in to help Jayfeather in the den... against Bramblestar's demotion. Jay had never treated such a serious injury before, the rest of the Clan didn't stop needing treatment

The Clan was already a bit split on the idea of Leafpool not being a Cleric anymore. She's Leafpool Moonpool. She made mistakes-- but what else are the Queen's Rights even for?

Has she not already been punished? And what about Honeyfern, their clanmate, who needed her help right now?

And Bramblestar would NEVER prevent Leafpool from giving an injured cat from getting the proper treatment they need..........

But, of course, Berrynose was more loyal to his mentor than almost anything else. He had concerns about an unholy, codebreaking ex-Cleric attempting to heal his mate, and what it would mean for Bramble to rescind an earlier command.

Honeyfern, obviously, didn't care if StarClan themselves had come down to say Leafpool Bad. She wanted to not suffer and die.

And after monumental effort on the part of two trained cats, the entire Clan doing their part to support her, and Honeyfern's indomitable will to survive, the burning cooled to embers and the pain subsided.

She survived the bite of an adder, killing the beast in the process. An achievement that was so impressive that ThunderClan concluded she MUST be truly blessed.

Bramblestar is stingy when it comes to Honor Titles, but for this? He could not ignore it. The Clan needed a morale boost. She had survived the insurmountable. Everyone had come together over this situation, in a way that they hadn't in many moons.

So, as soon as she could stand for a ceremony, he decreed before their ancestors that the venom had been an anointment (thornclaw came up with that line). From now on, she would be known as Honeysnake, in honor of her survival.

It's rare that cats who are so young receive such Honor Titles, and it immediately boosted her up in status.

Berrynose was jealous of this. Not in a way where he'd say so openly, but in the way he would downplay her Title, not celebrate her achievements, or use it to deflect in conversations.

The breaking point was when the newest crop of apprentices was assigned, and Bramblestar decided that Honeysnake was absolutely ready for her first apprentice.

(Millie's three kits, despite being a little older than Dove and Ivy, were slightly delayed in their apprenticeship so they could all be apprenticed at once)

Hazeltail and Mousewhisker had proven themselves strong and competent, ready for their first apprentices. Mousewhisker was given Bumblepaw, Hazeltail receives Blossompaw.

To make sure there weren't too many young mentors, Birchfall was given Dovepaw, and Brightheart received Ivypaw.

And, lastly, to commemorate her strength and honor how she'd saved this child, Honeysnake was given Briarpaw.

...leaving Berrynose as the only cat of his litter without an apprentice! While Bramblestar, HIS mentor, was leader!!

But instead of being upset with Bramblestar, he felt Honeysnake had taken what he'd been owed.

Maybe some other time, Honey would have tried to comfort him, and make him feel better about it all

But she was DONE. That was ENOUGH coddling! SHE was the one who had gone through all of that, killed an adder and saved Briarpaw, and now he feels so entitled to an apprentice that he's upset with HIS MATE?

Poppyfrost, meanwhile, had been watching the ceremony of the apprentices with a forlorn gaze... and was about to get sucked in.

Without getting into Poppyfrost too much here, her key traits are Curiosity and Avoidance. Setting boundaries has always been difficult for her, or saying no to people. So when Berrynose turned his sights on her following his breakup with her sister...

Poppyfrost felt good. She felt desirable, for the first time since she'd given birth to Jayfeather's secret children. She hadn't shared with anyone how low she'd felt for the past 6 months, and it suddenly felt like there was a light in her life.

From Honeysnake's perspective, though, Berrynose found a whole new way to get into her life through Poppyfrost. Poppy started taking his side, or at the very least, not supporting her sister. Honey couldn't get away from Berry without avoiding Poppy, too. So the fights continued.

But, the most important thing in Honey's life quickly became her apprentice.

Briarpaw was attentive and enthusiastic, a bright little ball of light and hope. Honeysnake had a lot to teach her and she listened eagerly

But Honeysnake couldn't save her when the tree came crashing down.

Briarpaw lost control of her back legs, and it was immediately, widely accepted she would not be able to become a warrior.

As Jayfeather spoke with Littlecloud about how to treat her and give her a good quality of life, picking up the "notes" for Wildfur's old mobility device, Millie started becoming very controlling of her daughter.

At first, Honeysnake tried to give the family space... she didn't know what to do, if it was right to get involved or not.

After all, Millie is Briarpaw's mother. She just wants what's best for her, and Honeysnake wasn't sure how much Briarpaw could do now either. She loves her apprentice, so she didn't want to hurt her, or ruin her family by accident.

But then she started to realize how miserable Briarpaw was becoming. She was always such a joyful kid, so excited to get out there and try everything. A radiant little fireball, eager to fight for her Clan.

Now, she was silent, just letting her mother speak for her, only ever piping up to comfort her own parent.

Her quietness wasn't coming from her injury-- it was coming from how Millie was making her feel like her life was over. Like it would have been better if she died, since it was hurting her mom so much to "see her like this."

One day something hit Honeysnake, like a revelation. "I never stopped being her mentor. It's STILL my job to be there for her!!"

She couldn't completely stop Millie from making Briarlight feel awful. She couldn't prevent Blossompaw from misplacing her anger on her sister. She couldn't make Graystripe do his job as a dad to help his kids.

But Honey could be there for Briarpaw. She could be a safe place to talk, a friend and a mentor, and just get her away from Millie for a few hours a day.

And she was even wise enough now to realize that arguing with Millie directly would only make things worse for the young cat. Everything was for Briarpaw, what SHE needed. How to help her.

Together with Jayfeather, they'd even planned out how to schedule things so that Briarpaw could speak for herself without Millie interjecting.

For Briarpaw, it meant everything. There were people in her corner.

Though she couldn't pass an assessment in the usual way, Bramblestar still allowed Briarlight to get her full name. After all, she, like her mentor, had survived the unthinkable.

Honeysnake had never been so proud of anything in her whole life.

And at the end, just before the Battle of the True Eclipse when the Dark Forest was going to attack, they had a final conversation. Watching the moon inch closer to the sun, and knowing it may be the last time they ever spoke.

Briarlight said something she'd been holding back for a long time. "I'm sorry I couldn't be the apprentice you deserved..."

It made Honeysnake's belly lurch. After all they'd been through, to hear she was still holding onto a piece of what Millie made her believe was painful. "What...? I didn't save you to make a warrior. I did it because you have a life to live. Brili, I'm your mentor. I'm supposed to deserve you."

It turned out to be exactly what they suspected, the last words they'd ever speak to each other. Honeysnake fought ferociously for the Clans in the BOTTE, reunited with her old rival Hollyleaf and putting her quarrels aside. She meets her fate halfway through the night, in the bloody Second Wave.

Her death fills ThunderClan with sorrow. She's deeply mourned by everyone; her mother, sisters, friends, nespring, Clanmates. But most of all, Briarlight holds her memory close to fill her with strength in the coming years.

Honeysnake's spirit is invoked for fulfilling one's full potential, and making hard, painful choices to reach it. As the generations go on, she's associated with the shed skin of snakes and beetles, and the 'necessity' of putting oneself in danger to help others.

OTHER TRIVIA

SPIKY. I decided to give her Brackenfur's colors with Sorreltail's texture. She's the most intensely-colored of her siblings, BRIGHT golden, hence the name.

She's also got Sorreltail's torso marking going on, and her fuzzy 'dividers.' She got the boots from Brackenfur though.

In BB, she has Sweetness Tolerance! Ironically enough, she is able to taste and enjoy honey... and boy does she like her sauces.

Her favorite food is honey-glazed bacon, meat strips cut from the belly of a boar. A rare treat but a delicious one. She likes to eat the whole thing like a noodle, chewing it upwards and not using her paws at all.

As a kit, Brackenfur used to tell her to mind her manners. She had a bad habit of eating things without using her paws, because she likes sauce but not getting it on her beans.

She had her eyes on deputyship from a young age. She wanted to be just like her dad.

Losing him was rough. It was even harder when Bramblestar took power just a few months later, she felt like she should have been seeing her dad making the announcements...

But, she stayed strong, especially for her siblings who seemed to be taking it even worse.

Canon doesn't mention what sort of snake bit her, but BB takes place in northern England and the only venomous snakes there are ADDERS babey!!

I drew a girl adder on purpose because something felt very funny about this. here I go pitting two bad bitches against each other. diversity win! The wild animal that tries to eat a baby is a girl!

ADDERFACT: A female Vipera Berus is brown, a male is black and white, but their color can vary immensely.

Bramblestar is a terrible namer. Honeysnake, Mlasis, is a fine name, but he chose the generic term for all serpents (sis) instead of an adder specifically (sipya). In his head it sounded more honorable.

But! It's not the worst!

"Honeyfern" was given by Firestar, and intended to be a nod to her rivalry with Hollyleaf! Hollyleaf's suffix referred to the leaves of most trees, and Honeyfern's to the leaves of ferns.

Both them were named after Brackenfur, who they both looked up to. Brackens are a type of fern, and Firestar wanted to invoke a plant for the names of both cats.

Because Honeyfern was named first and also Brackenfur's child, she got the word for fern leaves.

Of course *Holly*leaf was already named after a plant... but no one ever said Firestar was a FANTASTIC namer either, after all, he's the genius behind "Brambleclaw."

Honeysnake's relationship with Poppyfrost was stable at the time of her death, with her two young nespring having been born... but if it was ever going to "improve," who knows.

but they were cordial. At the very least. She would have been involved in the lives of Mole and Cherry.

Unfortunately there's always a lot left unsaid when someone dies so young. She had a whole life in front of her, cut short because of Tigerclaw's ambition.

[senseearly]

I tried drawing young mithrun but ended up with an attempt for a kbms lovechild so uh:

MYRTLE (84)

Half-elf/born in Melini

Assigned female at birth/non-binary

Grew in tallman pace until they suddenly stopped growing at 20 years old

Currently working for their uncle (Kerensil Trading Company) in Melini but wants to be an adventurer

Close with their parents as a child but developed a strained relationship with Mithrun and Mithrun's struggles with rying and finding desires (worsened when Kabru died but they're both all good now)

More stuff under the cut:

Myrtle was actually an 'accident' and Mithrun carried them for 4 years (someone shared a HC that elves have a gestation period of 4-5 years so I'm borrowing that lol)

Myrtle spent most of their childhood in the Golden Kingdom and was visited by his uncle (Mithrun's brother) and Milsilril (who they call Auntie but at one point called her 'Grandma'). They are more familiar with Tallman/Golden Kingdom and Utayan culture, but not acquainted with their elven roots (they actually find Western elves intimidating)

Kabru did his very best sharing what he remembers of his hometown; Mithrun had assimilated into the Golden Kingdom way of life at this point and found some (most) of his elven noble ways too cumbersome

Myrtle was a kind child who grew up doted and loved by his parents and relatives. And they love their family with the same ferocity. But growing up, Myrtle was quickly made aware that his father, Mithrun, was 'not normal' - in most days, he was okay; in others, he struggled to get out of bed. In rare days, Mithrun was completely catatonic, and seeing Mithrun unresponsive, staring at the distance, scared Myrtle so much that he became somewhat of a troublemaker child, so that Mithrun always has to act and respond and not have anytime to be lost in his thoughts.

At some point, Myrtle 'disliked' Mithrun for the way that he is, not understanding his situation at all. Myrtle thinks that Mithrun does not love them enough to be better, feels ashamed that they cannot do anything to help Mithrun be better. But Myrtle's feelings on Mithrun comes from a place of love and ignorance - love because they do genuinely love their Father; and ignorance because they were never told why Mithrun was like that (Myrtle heard of what the dungeons were, but Kabru nor Mithrun never bothered to tell of the demon, Mithrun being the dungeon lord, or the full extent of the destruction of Utaya)

Once Myrtle became aware of their parent's pasts, they understood them a lot better.

Also thinking that a point of friction that Myrtle had with his parents was their dream of becoming an adventurer and fighting monsters (which were still rampant, though weaker) and Kabru insisting that they choose any other dream but that. Myrtle in their teenage years found Kabru too strict, too protective, not that Mithrun wasn't. But Mithrun at least was willing to teach them how to fight; Kabru made it clear Myrtle was not allowed near even a walking mushroom. Learning that Kabru was from Utaya, and what exactly happened in Utaya, made Myrtle understand why.

Eventually though Kabru concedes, knowing that Myrtle is much more capable, and surrounded by their own friends and comrades who will support them. I think in the last years of his life, Kabru made sure to prepare everything that will help Myrtle in his adventuring journey if they chose to embark once he is gone - such as speaking with guilds all over the content, ensuring a diplomatic immunity for Myrtle when they're in ally countries, writing an annotated adventure guide just for them, etc.

They work as a Vice-Manager of the Kerensil Trading Company (Mithrun's brother's merchant empire), but that's just a gloried name for the position of intern. Mithrun technically manages the Kerensil Trading Company branch in Melini, and is being pestered by Mithrun's brother to take over the main branch so that Mithrun will move back to the West. Mithrun is unmoved so Mithrun's brother has plans to declare Myrtle as 'heir' of the Kerensil merchant empire, all for the purpose of having his brother and niece move to the West (Mithrun's brother does not see the point of Mithrun and Myrtle staying at the Golden Kingdom any longer after Kabru's death)

(The beauty mark next to Myrtle's right eye is something that they got from Kabru's mother)

[mslanna]

Raphael and his love (either unspoken affection or officially a couple) are in a battle but the opponent tries to flee and casts the spell Enemies Abound (which makes the target unable to tell friend from foe, causing them to attack anyone near them) on him and the effect ends after he has just severely injured his love. (For extra angst, maybe his love doesn't realize what happened and just chokes out a heartbreaking, "Why... ?" before collapsing against him) What does Raphael do? Does he try to save his love or go after the fleeing opponent?

(yes, I know Raphael probably wouldn't be effected by a spell like this but 🤫 that's not important)

There are many advantages to helping Omeluum study the tadpole. Survival Instinct is one. they/them Tav without body configuration angst happy end Read it on AO3

Come Back to Me

Everything went well until the second wave of enemies arrived. In the new chaos, Raphael lost sight of his little mouse and regardless of how many foes he slew, there were always more. What was worse, not only was Tav lost from sight, his own troops were suspiciously absent. Betrayal?

Tav would never. That Raphael knew. His little mouse was not only a capable general and fighter, Tav was loyal. A rare treat in the hells and an advantage few devils could boast of. To lose them in the fray was no reason for concern, usually. But this situation was anything but usual. He fought alone in an ocean of enemies.

At least many of them kept their distance. Raphael fought viciously but it would not have been enough if all enemies attacked in concert. His ferocity filled them with fear that not even their superiors could override. With fiendish glee, Raphael cleft another head and swept hellfire in a wide arc around him.

Flesh sizzled under superheated armour and screams filled the air with sweet music. Moments like these reminded Raphael why he did fight from time to time. The symphony of painful death and excruciating pain invigorated his every cell.

Another enemy approached carrying a gorgeous maul. A present for Tav maybe. They liked their weapons huge and heavy, enhanced with magic and infernal blessings. Raphael attacked and the foe parried. Instead of retaliating, they tried to wrestle his weapon away. A deadly mistake.

Raphael unbalanced the enemy with a short burst of hellfire. He heard Tav calling for him, but a quick glance around didn't reveal their figure on the field. He would find them. His little mouse needed him. But first, he turned and swiped at the foe. That maul would make a great present. A little something for being late to their call.

His opponent dropped under his heavy blow. At the same moment Tav called for him again – the urgency and pain in their voice tugged at a heart he denied having. Tav was perfect. A tool, certainly. The perfect fit for all his problems as well as all his desires. Losing them was unacceptable.

The bloody body at his feet still moved. A state easily remedied. He raised a foot, armoured for battle after Tav begged – sweetly, on their knees, until their soft lips were all swollen and glistening – for him to wear better protection. Even in the frenzy of battle Raphael stirred at the memory. One of many. One of many more to come. He'd find them soon enough and take exquisite revenge on those who dared hurt them.

A strong gust of wind pushed at him and the world tilted strangely as he set down his foot to steady himself. The ground around him was burnt, sizzling and creaking as it cooled down. His devils fought but in a wide circle around him. Not a single enemy was close. Raphael blinked.

Tav's voice reached for him again. Soft and fading it floated up from the ground. Raphael looked down and his heart stopped. Then the traitorous organ beat half out of his chest. There Tav was, on the ground before him. Their life seeped out of their body on the blood that pooled around their prone figure.

How?

It didn't matter. What did matter was their survival. His little mouse! Raphael recognised the wound as his last heavy stroke. Magic. It had to be. Him unable to discern friend and foe and Tav – of course Tav – unbelieving he wouldn't recognise them had come for him.

Raphael knelt and the battle around him sank into a silent fog. He turned Tav over with gentle hands. Tav coughed up blood but their eyes focussed on his face. Recognition bloomed and softened their features into a pained smile.

"Raphael." His name dripped with blood.

"Tav." There was so much to say, but this one word had to carry it all. Raphael reached for a healing spell but his inherent magic worked only on the infernal. His little mouse was a mortal, out of his reign and control. Out of his reach for saving.

They tried to speak again and he placed a finger over their bloodwet lips. He would save them. Had to. His gaze strayed to his forces. They pushed the enemy back and the retreat turned into a flight. His bloodlust and anger urged him to join. To rip through the enemy ranks like vengeance incarnate. But Tav lay at his feet, life leaving their broken body with every moment he hesitated.

Healing. He needed healing in whatever form. But while a guard stayed with him, his call for potions and magic was answered with apologetic looks and shuffling feet.

Tav's pack! They had to have something.

Raphael placed his torn mouse gently on the ground and rifled through their things with brutal claws. Scrolls ripped and were thrown aside, elixirs and poisons clattered against each other as they tumbled away. Whatever healing potions Tav had on them, they were used up already.

He could have brought some himself. Raphael's thoughts beat down. A little vial from his healing pool. A single scroll of revivify. But he brought nothing and this was the result.

Tav's eyes fluttered and darkening red lips moved. Raphael recognised the shape of his name. He had drawn it from those lips many a time. This was not how it ended. It could not be. He was a devil and he did not fail!

Yet Tav bled out in his arms.

There had to be something he could do. Something more than cradling the limp body to his chest and feeling Tav's blood trickle down his throat. But his mind was a blank. Swirling and grinding relentlessly but without a single complete thought. Piercing guilt mixed with boiling anger. But both were gutted by the shame of falling under a simple spell.

He had betrayed Tav's trust. Their rockfirm belief that he would know them under any circumstances. And that would cost them their life. It seemed impossible. Unthinkable. Raphael bowed his head and murmured soft assurances and gentle love into Tav's ear.

The mortal barely stirred. With each breath less air moved against Raphael's skin as he sat frozen in anguish and anger. He needed to save Tav. He couldn't move, could not let go. The world was a triumph of blood and fire. He only saw endless loss. Such a vile way to lose his precious mouse. Felled by his own hand.

He cradled his face against Tav's bloody throat and concentrated on the feeble pulse. A last sign of life that ran through his fingers like the red sands of Avernus. Stillness fell like a hammer. Nothing moved in his arms. No breath from Tav's lungs, the beating of their heart lost, the blood in their veins, little that was left, stayed.

Raphael sat motionless. His body and wings a cocoon around his heart, a body part he could not deny having any longer. It was breaking, splintering under the loss of his mouse. Tav was his. It should have been forever!

Rage reared its head. Red hot anger and the thirst to maim and destroy. But he could not move. The notion to leave Tav alone, vulnerable as they were, was unbearable. So he stayed. He curled around the centre of his life, realising it for what it had been only now that it was gone. The scream winding up through his body grew with every inch it rose up his throat.

Raphael did not care if other devils were close enough to hear his roar. Pain and defiance mingled and promised death to those who caused Tav's demise. They would not be safe anywhere. He would hunt them and he would find them and their anguish would be eternal as his.

Air full of ash and dust raked through his lungs to replenish his scream. The whole hells deserved to hear it and fear the repercussions. Yet Raphael loathed the though of letting the small body go. He pressed it against his own despite their armour grinding against his with desolate screeches. As long as he held on, Tav was still with him. As long as he didn't let go, they were his as always.

The memory of Tav's hand on his cheek wormed its way through all layers of knotted emotions. Raphael closed his eyes and revelled in it. To think he was going to miss out on the real thing for the rest of his immortal life. Suddenly, eternity was impossibly long.

"Raphael." A soft whisper. The sweetest sound in the world. His name from Tav's lips.

He lowered his head. "Tav." The name had to carry the weight of his world once more. "Come back to me."

It was a silly plea. The dead did not return for an encore. Yet he had to utter the words so his little mouse might know them wherever they had gone. Maybe a foray into the fugue plane was an appropriate interlude in the war for the hells.

A warm wind carried his name as it cooled the sweat and blood on his skin. The fragile body trembled in his grip as the devil heaved another deep breath. Raphael caught Tav's hands and placed it on their chest. He wanted them around his but there was no strength left in Tav to hold him.

Tav's lids fluttered. A vile trick of the wind. Their lips trembled, but so did their whole body in his quavering grip. Yet he could not shake the feeling that Tav moved. Slow, careful. Their hands centred on their chest and the air filled with the subtle boom of magic.

It pulled Raphael towards Tav like an inverse supernova. His mouse shone in a golden glow and their hands worked through the motions of a healing charge. The devil stared, stumped as life returned to their face. It wasn't much, but it would last them until he could dip them into his healing pool.

His thoughts circle around the miracle but found no explanation. One moment, Tav was gone and in the next, they lived. Raphael wouldn't question it. Whatever saved his mouse was a blessing. He wouldn't question it, though he might question Tav. Later. When they where whole and hale and his.

The moment Tav's eyes fluttered open, Raphael's world righted. He pressed the mortal to his body and knew only one thought: save them. He now had the time and means to keep the soft centre of his world alive.

Raphael gathered Tav to him and hellfire rose around them as he pressed his mouth down hard over their bloody lips. His house had its name for a reason. The war would wait while he bathed Tav and claimed their every last cell back from death.

[bullet-prooflove]

Hiya 🫣 I have an ask for Nik Sabatino ❤️ The prompt is: #16 “Well we know I’m going away And how I wish - I wish it weren’t so.” Thank you so much.

Companion piece to Burn and Calling Card

References to upcoming Choices!Series

Nik hates this. He hates the fact you’ve been sleeping in the Boatshed, that you’re living out of shopping bags, that everything you own can be packed into the leather brown satchel you were carrying when the house exploded.

The two of you are sitting on the pier outside watching the sun rise in the distance. Your legs hang over the edge of the wooden ledge as you listen to the waves crash against the stilts below. Nik’s arm is wrapped around your shoulders, his face buried in your hair as he clasps you close. The scent of smoke still clings to your skin despite the fact you’ve showered and changed your clothes. It’s a reminder of how close he came to losing you tonight, how his actions had impacted your life as well as his.

“Nik…” You say and he knows what’s coming.

The reason you’re sitting on the dock is because Sam is on his way with the boat. He’s going to take you up the coast under the radar, all the way to Portland. A Navy SEAL friend of his has a cabin off the grid. Sam’s going to stay with you, protect you if it comes down it. Nik just hopes that it’s enough. Ferris is known for being relentless when he’s in pursuit of a target, it’s one of the things that made him such a good operative. The same could be said about Nik.

He thought he was done being Sabatino but he was wrong. He needs that version of himself, the ruthlessness of the persona, the ferocity. He’s going to hunt Ferris down like a fucking dog and then he’s going to kill him.

“Nik, I don’t want to go.” You tell him, tipping your chin up towards him. “I don’t want to leave you here, dealing with this alone…”

“I know.” He whispers, his thumb chasing along the line of your jaw. “But Alana, I need you to do this for me ok? I need to know you’re safe.”

“Nik…” You begin again but he shushes you, cradling your face between both of his hands as he looks into your eyes.

“Alana.” He says firmly. “You are the most precious thing in the world to me. If anything happened to you I would never be able to forgive myself…”

If you disappeared from this world, he wouldn’t be far behind. He’d stick around long enough to wreak havoc on the people responsible but a life without you…

It wouldn’t be worth living.

“The last thing I want is to be away from you, especially after so much time apart.” He tells you, his gravelly voice lowering an octave as he guides your palm to where his heart beats in his chest.  “I need you to promise me that when that boat comes you’re going to get on it and go with Sam. Promise me alright? Promise that you’ll do this for me.”

“Nik…” You implore.

He hears your voice break and something inside of him cracks. He’d spent six months living in purgatory, training his replacement. He’d had no contact with you throughout that time, no phone calls, no texts, just the belief he held in his heart that he was working towards a brighter future, one filled with love, happiness. He’d promised you a life when he left the CIA, one where the two of you could be together and now he’s driving you apart. Again.

“Alana, please…” He begs, his voice rough with emotion. “I can’t lose you. I just can’t…”

His forehead comes to rest upon yours, his eyes stinging as his lips brush over the corner of your mouth. There’s an agony in his chest, every breath feels like he’s being stabbed in the heart, the jagged blade ripping through the intricate vessels until he bleeds out into the depths of his chest.

You see it, he knows you do. He’s never been able to hide anything from you, no matter how much he may try. He hears your exhale of resignation, feels the fight ebb out of your body and he knows he’s won.

“Alright Nik.” You say softly, your fingertips trailing over his cheek. “Alright, I’ll go.”

@kmc1989 @words-and-seeds @novamariestark @whateversomethingbruh

[artemis-potnia-theron]

Examining Artemis & the Myth of Actaeon

And discussing transphobia in her worship space

***(tw:sa)

I've seen a lot of people reference Artemis' myths and her often violent retribution against the men in said myths as her disapproval of masculinity in general.

But Artemis' punishment never came without cause, especially in reaction to violent actions/harmful intent. And if you naturally and inherently equate masculinity with violence, that is a wildly transphobic mindset.

She was just as brutal with women who offended her. (Look at the stories of Euthemia, Chione, Niobe and her children) If you take her myths literally/as evidence, you have to accept that as well.

Yes, she has consistently been a protector of women/femmes/female identifying people, but that does not mean that she hates men inherently and without purpose.

Let's look at the story of Actaeon;

"...the story of Actaeon, a young prince and hunter of Thebes in Boeotia who incurred the wrath of Artemis by spying on her as she bathed, is terrifying in its cruelty and gruesome details.

Though some say he came across Artemis by accident, the young man nevertheless failed to avert his gaze, and this voyeuristic violation was met with swift and terrible punishment. Artemis transformed young Actaeon into the very thing he was hunting, a stag, and then incited his loyal hounds to tear him apart in a mad frenzy.

It is not just that the young hunter is torn apart by the very tools (dogs) he has trained and brought with him to tear apart his prey, but the fact that the hunter becomes the hunted due to his inappropriate gaze at the naked body of a woman/goddess.

This young man feels the violation, feels the vulnerability as prey, and experiences the violence of attracting unwanted attention. This myth is profound in its expression of victim psychology, particularly the vulnerability women experience on a daily basis for simply being in their bodies and gazed upon as like prey.

As such, Actaeon experiences the helplessness of being a body of prey firsthand, held against his will and hearing the cheering of his friends before being torn apart by those he trained for his own protection."

- She Who Hunts: Artemis: The Goddess Who Changed the World by Carla Ionescu

I think one of the reasons victims/survivors (like myself) focus on this myth is because it can invoke not only a feeling of catharsis, but also of power. It helped me release a lot of my rage and grief (metaphorically through the use of story).

But this all shifts when Artemis' myths become 'men are all violent scum and Artemis is repulsed by them.' No. No. No. That isn't the same thing as finding meaning in the story of a perpetrator who has to feel the violation, powerlessness, and fear of victims/survivors.

That kind of attitude is the same one as people who believe trans individuals shouldn't be able to use their gendered restroom because 'of the fear/threat of violence' that doesn't exist. If you think like this, you are actively contributing to the contributed oppression of trans and gender nonconforming people.

Think more critically about what this myth is actually speaking to. It is not men=bad. It is instead about violence against women and other vulnerable bodies. Which, I should add, is felt horrifically and brutally in trans/gender nonconforming communities.

Don't use Artemis' myths to support your own transphobia and bigotry. You don't know what you're talking about. You're just using her protective energy to support your hate.

This is a deity that protects with all the ferocity of nature incarnate. She gives so many victims/survivors strength. What right do you have to say that some people deserve that and some people don't?

What right do you have to speak for a goddess in your own bigoted voice?

[obsidiancreates]

Random Into The Neon Rambles (Angsty 2012 Universe Stuff. I mean seriously sad, I cried writing it.)

So I've had the WORST brain fog lately (we keep intending to get a Covid test but it's been over a week and a half now since my breathing became like Just Swam Up From The Bottom Of The Pool But That All The Time and it still hasn't happened yet so IDK at this point, it's dependent on the cleaning schedules) and haven't been able to write SHIT so here's some completely word-vomit rambles about this AU.

April and Casey are still alive in the 2012 universe, but of course the boys died at 19 and I headcanon that they turned 19 in Season 4 and were 19 through all of Season 5 so that means Splinter is dead. The Mutanimals actually moved into the lair and take very good care of it, they set up a memorial to the boys right beside the one for Splinter. April and Casey see them often, Leatherhead took over the main care of Ice Cream Kitty, and they're all trying to get by. April's dad has his hands full these days, trying to be a grief counselor for all of them, and it's difficult because it's not his specialty. At this point he's always on the lookout for therapists and psychiatrists who are either mutant-friendly or, more ideally, mutants themselves.

There's actually quite a bit of focus now on finding and helping other mutants. The reason for the boys deaths was kind of the last Big Thing to happen, so there's not a lot of combat to do in the years following. The occasional alien issue, but April has been practicing and growing her powers with a focus that Casey likes to think is her way of honoring the turtles, specifically Leo and Donnie really, and The Mutanimals have been too.

The boys were alone together when they died. Partly by their own design, making sure no-one else got hurt... or worse.

They knew there was a strong chance they wouldn't make it out this time.

So Earth is well-protected by a powerful, grieving telekenetic/psychic/empath/ninja/general badass alongside a group of kick-ass mutant, a grieving Salamadarian soldier who keeps Raph's mask on her whenever she patrols, a grieving basically-son who's like 10 feet tall and can crush practically any enemy with his mace, a grieving best friend who's determined to carry both Mikey's kindness and ferocity with him always, a grieving teen who just lost some of the first people to truly help him after being kicked out for his mutation, and of course, a grieving big sister who lost her brothers the same way she lost her father and mother: before she could truly know them.

Yes, Karai knew the boys for a few years. But she never knew them outside of War. She never knew them in casual settings, she never even thought to try when they were alive. Now not only are they gone, but the last people who knew her father are, too. April tries to share stories of Splinter, but she can't tell Karai what he was like on birthdays. She can't tell her what he was like as a father, not just to teens, but through childhoods. Karai lost the last of her family before she could even fully appreciate finding them. She's trying, now. She helps a lot with the efforts to find and help mutants who have nowhere else to go. She takes a lot of them into her reformed Foot Clan, trains them to be able to defend themselves, and uses the vast network of international resources for anything that can help. She does it in remembrance of her father, who raised four little mutants as his sons, and those four sons, who accepted her and loved her even after she did horrible things to them more than once, who showed her there was a way beyond The Shredder's and helped her to be free of him.

April tries to find them sometimes. She never learned that kind of thing from Splinter, and her powers actually make it harder to connect to the spirit world sometimes. It's a different energy, one she isn't used to, and she has no teacher. She's felt, at most, a comforting presence, the faintest tough of a familiar paw, but nothing from the boys themselves. She can only hope that Splinter's assurance means they're okay, wherever they are in the universe.

Ice Cream Kitty was very confused for a while. She would yowl and yowl for Mikey. She would climb out of the freezer and drag herself to his room to look for him. At some point they put Mikey's mask in there with her, and a few of his comics. It helped.

They could all tell when she understood. That day, instead of finding her in his room after she escaped, she dragged herself to April in the dojo and meowed sadly until April held her. April cried. Ice Cream Kitty didn't make a peep. April felt the sadness of the kitty more strongly than the cold or stickiness of the ice cream in her arms.

It's been less time for them. The boys are 10 at this point in Into The Neon, for them it's been half the time. 5 years. April is in college, community college. She's not sure what she wants to go into. She thought biomedical for a while, but she kept wanting to ask Donnie for help when she got stuck.

She dropped the class.

Casey is mostly working with The Mutanimals. Leatherhead actually keeps trying to get him to take a break from it, concerned about how much he throws himself into battle. Casey is working on it. He had a breakthrough recently. He has Survivor's Guilt. The boys told him and April to go and convince any stragglers to evacuate, and they did. He wished he'd stayed. He knows he couldn't have stopped what happened, but his last interaction with any of them was a quick nod and a 'Got it.'

He believed they'd come back. Really. He knows April didn't, and tried to assure her. "Those guys are unkillable," he'd said. "If space aliens and Super Shredders couldn't get them, nothin' can!"

He remembers falling to his knees when they came back to the wreckage and saying "Just had to prove me wrong, didn't you?" It was the hollowest he'd ever felt, and he doesn't really remember the words like they came from him. He just remembers hearing them in his voice, distant and far away while he waited for someone to move, cough, shout at him to help them up already, anything.

They were buried on the farm, of course, next to their father. Doctor Cluckingsworth actually protects the graves from the other chickens, and when the others come to visit she usually comes by with some flowers she picked for them. She really only knew Mikey very well, but Mikey loved his brothers, and she remembers that.

The worst part was how peaceful everything became after. April was so angry that they didn't get to see it. That she's living in a world where, slowly, mutants are more able to be known and exist, where there's not a constant threat, where there's chances for harmless fun and just being happy, and they can't be there for it. When they announced a live-action reboot of Crognard she blew up the TV without even meaning to. She just saw it and thought 'I gotta tell Mikey' and then it was obliterated and she was sobbing in her dad's arms.

Casey actually does have something he's considering. He's been the one trying to keep the old vehicles in shape, and he thinks maybe he could be a mechanic or some kind of engineer. He thinks Donnie would laugh about the engineer thing because of all the math that takes, but he's gotten better at it. He has to use Donnie's old blueprints a lot to make sure he's not breaking The Shellraizer or The Party Wagon or the go-karts or anything else while trying to repair it, and you can't really pour over Donnie's stuff and work on the same things without absorbing a little. He's not a whiz by any means, can't do even a quarter what Donnie could, but they work together well. He remembers that every time he repairs a new hole Slash made by accident, or something Mondo accidentally ripped our with his tail while skating past, or anything like that. He remembers working on the hot rod in the barn with Donnie and wishes they made more wild things with each other instead of fighting all the time. He liked that Donnie matched his energy, could go toe-to-toe with him, that they could get into awful fights and rip each other apart verbally and it didn't really matter to either of them. He liked Raph for the same reason. And he liked Leo because he seemed all calm and cool but you could stoke a real fire out of him, and he liked Mikey for a similar reason-

He cries a lot while he's doing these repairs. It's a safe place to do it, and if any of the others have noticed (they have) they don't mention it. They never interrupt him, though he knows April is keeping a psychic eye on him most of the time. Whatever. He's keeping a (regular) eye on her all the time too. At least when he cries over their lost friends, it doesn't have a chance of rattling half the city like they're sitting on a fault line.

Chompy still refuses to fall asleep unless Mona is holding him and she has Raph's mask out. Chompy snuggled his face against it. Slash watches him when Mona can't, because for a while they were deeply worried about the little guy. He was depressed without Raph, and he got sick. It took a lot of patience and care to get him to the other side of that, and the two of them basically made it their whole purpose in life to keep Chompy going. For Raph.

Everyone's trying their best, all for the sake of the boys. For their memories.

They're having a hard time of it.

But they're trying.

[beachy--head]

japril when they are in their hook up era and april feels insecure because of all the experience jackson and how many other girls he has been with but jackson reassures her

April has had a lot of bad ideas in her life, but she feels like this one might take the cake.

Her hands nervously fidget with the belt of her trench coat as she tries to decide what to do. She's been standing in front of Jackson's door for the past ten minutes, debating if she should ring the bell or not.

It had seemed like such a good idea at first. She'd read it in a magazine, and a drunken and weird conversation with one of her sisters had convinced her that wearing lingerie, and only lingerie, under a trench coat and showing up at her best friend (and current sex-buddy, because God forbids they define their relationship these days)'s door would be a genius move. Now that she was almost naked in public, she was reconsidering everything. Damn Libby and her stupid suggestions to spice up her sister's life.

She shakes her head and starts walking towards the elevator when the door opens and she hears Jackson's perplexed voice.

"April? I didn't know you were there. Did you knock?"

"Hi, I, uh, I was just..."

Disconcerted, Jackson motions for her to come inside, and she doesn't want to be rude (she has manners, even when half-naked), so she gets inside his apartment.

"Can I take your coat?"

"No!!"

She blushes and folds her arms in a protective stance, and Jackson looks even more confused.

"Okay...?"

"It's just, I... I..."

Jackson half sits on one of the stools next to his kitchen island and waits for her to keep going, the way he always encourages her when she's looking for her words or rambling, and it both calms her and works her up. Because he's Jackson, her friend. She can tell him everything. But he's also Jackson, who was having a threesome before she even knew what the clitoris or an orgasm was, and what was she thinking?

"It's just, I'm sorry, I'm so ridiculous! I thought, I don't know, I would try something sexy, but who was I kidding, I can't pull off sexy! Don't say anything, I know I can be cute, pretty maybe sometimes, if I put my heart into it, but sexy? I'm so stupid! You attract so many sophisticated women, the kind that goes to the gym and wears high heels all the time, who never blushes and look like they could model in their spare time, you have threesomes and hook-ups and so much sex just by batting your eyes, and I'm so far behind that it's ridiculous!"

She might be rambling, but she clocks the exact moment he understands exactly what she's not wearing, because his entire face changes. She doesn't know why, because doesn't he realize how pathetic she looks? He stands up and comes closer to her, and she almost takes a step back.

"And don't get me wrong, you're amazing, and you're a good teacher, I mean I have no complaints, but I should go, you must be tired to be with an inexperienced, stupid girl who doesn't kno–"

"April."

She raises her head, and sees that he looks at her the same way he's been looking at her lately in on-call rooms. Eyes dark, hungry, with the pupils so dilated she sometimes loses focus just by looking at them.

"Ridiculous? Are you kidding? I'd kill to see you in lingerie."

"You don't have to say that, just, I'm leaving, we can pretend–"

"Do you know how many times I've dreamed of this exact scenario? You showing up at my door like this?"

He's probably exaggerating to make her feel better, because him? Dreaming about her? Having sex dreams about her? Even she is not that delusional.

"Dream? Come on Jackson, you don't have to, let's not–"

The rest of her sentence is lost in the hottest kiss she's ever experienced. Jackson's mouth is exploring her own with a ferocity she eagerly welcomes. His hands are suddenly everywhere, tugging at her trench coat's belt, and it's suddenly easy to realize that he really wants this, wants her. Jackson is a man of action, and what words could beat his mouth on hers, or the way her body reacts every time his fingers brush her skin?

He slowly walks her towards his bedroom, and the last coherent thought she has before the trench coat falls on the floor is that maybe she should send Libby a thank-you text.

[scaly-freaks]

amara and helaena as friends is something so dear to me! loved their friendship in burning jasmine and i love them in tgowarl and now them being bffs and roommates in black hole my girlies i'll put them in my pocket 🥰 and im soooo sorry but aegon taking her bloody panties from the floor was hot. and he totally deserved that punch. yay uncle criston for teaching her how to fight! and alicole canon, i love to see it!! thank you for sharing another great story with us, we are so lucky 💜

I love them together so muUUCCCHHHHHHHH. I started out writing from Helaena's POV when I first wrote for HOTD and she's always such a safe place to tell a narrative from :') Once I created Amara, it was this immediate click that they would understand each other in a way that was beyond just "yayy let's be friends bc we're both girls surrounded by idiots." No, it was going to be "we are two halves of the same soul and the ferocity of your weirdness is like a gentle balm on the madness of mine." They may or may not have explored each others bodies (you will never know) but they definitely have explored each others minds and souls (Aegon, you have no idea what you're up against).

ALSOHSGFJKGHDFKJHDFKJH ARGHRHGRGHRGHRg you mentioned the bloody panties.....YOU GET IT, YOU GET IT, LET ME HUG YOU FELLOW FREAK!!! I know I framed it as gross, but I kind of wrote it in the "ewww this is gross (😏) way fr.

Alicole canon, Nyracole canon...that man is ploughing his way through rich women...but he is a lovely uncle and protective guardian over his baby niece so he is forgiven (for now).

Thank you for making my night, lovely <333

[elshells]

Agent Ace || Character Art

Thank you @illjustpretend for taking on my request and delivering with all of these beautiful sketches you created for Agent Ace! Please check out the rest of her art, because I'm in love 💕

*Minor spoilers in character bios*

⬗ Sophia Colbo

“If it looks like you won’t make it, I’ll be here to catch you. Whenever you’re ready.”

Sophia Colbo is a former Harmont Guardian and a current agent of the Watch. After her own crucial mistake resulted in a traumatic accident, she stepped down from the Guard to take up field work, scoping out potential threats in the city and gathering intel. Despite the smooth transition, her past days as the sharpshooter Ace continue to haunt her at every turn. Sophia is scrappy, tough, and competent, taking immense pride in her work and refusing to accept failure or dissatisfaction. She'll never back away from a job (or an ally in need), even if it means putting herself in danger.

⬗ Janus

“We’re all on the same side here, whether you like it or not, so your cooperation would be much appreciated."

Janus is a street-smart vigilante working alongside a shadowy organization with ambitious plans for the city of Harmont. Despite his alliance, he mainly operates under his own agenda without any regards to authority. Snarky and sarcastic but surprisingly empathetic, he isn't easily rattled. Janus is used to building up walls and working hard to bury his past from the rest of the world—including himself.

⬗ Harley Manalis

“At this point, I’m starting to get used to the weird.”

Harley Manalis is Sophia's younger sister, but due to their complicated family history and large age gap, they rarely cross paths. She loves to tinker around and discover how different mechanical creations work, considering herself an amateur inventor. After graduating high school, she was offered a robotics scholarship for the prestigious Westheight Institute, but she ultimately turned it down to accept an apprenticeship with her eccentric uncle, the talented but underrated architect Atticus Manalis. Harley is as intelligent as she is loyal, harboring a secret crush on her one of her best friends that she wishes she could share. She may not have the same tactical experience as her sister, but she, too, has a protective streak—to the point of being impulsive—and may be capable of much more than she realizes.

⬗ Jade de Soto

“Some things can be self-indulgent. You’re allowed to have fun with this, too.”

Jade de Soto is best friends with Harley and Max, though certain feelings for the former continue to transform and grow stronger. She has a talent for chemistry, though her passion lies in street art. Participating in the medium as an anonymous artist to avoid scrutiny from the public, she works to build up a reputation and prepare her portfolio for the day she steps into the light. She's incredibly spirited and bright in terms of both brains and personality, loving her friends with dedication and ferocity.

⬗ Max Ahn

“I might not be as strong as you, but I know more about these guys than anyone. I’m not that helpless.”

Max Ahn has been friends with Harley and Jade for many years. He's quiet and reserved, but mentally strong with a dry sense of humor (though he's rarely funny on purpose). He studies law and political science at the Westheight Institute and is extremely close with his family, though together they keep a dark secret, which he learns the hard way once he gets caught in the middle. At first, he's uncomfortable as a leader, and unsure of himself in moments of high pressure, but as he learns more and starts taking charge, he begins to grow and gain confidence in his own abilities.

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So what have you changed and added to Wyverns? In my personal little verse I like making Wyverns more of an Esmund thing over an Irene thing (I find it sad that Garroth can’t speak to Raven, they deserve to chat), and it kinda feels like you’ve done the same? So I’d just love to hear all the Wyvern headcanons and changes

So I've kind of done something similar, basically I made wyverns a symbol of Irene but also specifically a symbol of the Ro'Meave family, not so much Esmund himself as he never had a specific wyvern he rode, it was just his children. I headcanon that anyone who wields a relic gains the ability to talk to wyverns, since they were made by Irene and she put a lot of her power into them. This actually supported by canon though because Garroth and Raven are able to talk to each other at the end of season 2 after he gets his relic. I haven't written too much on wyverns (yet) but I'll at least list what I put in the Maela the Mad post plus a few extra:

Wyverns used to be able to travel to and from realms on their own as they were capable of creating their own personal temporary portals until they sealed off this power along with their whole realm after the War of Scales.

Wyverns also have their imagery tied to Kul'Zak, as they were kind of seen as "wanderers" between realms. Also it was Kul'Zak who helped them seal away the wyvern realm from the overworld

Wyverns don't really have genders, so whenever I refer to them with a pronoun know that its simply based on vibes and I may alternate

Wyverns don't actually gain sentience (ability to speak like a person) until their around 300-350

Ages 0-100 are considered infant wyverns and 100-350~ are considered adolescent wyverns

Wyvern bonds more commonly during infancy or adolescence than in adulthood

Wyverns also take life debts pretty seriously. If a human saves them, they are honor-bound to protect/serve them for the rest of the human's life.

This isn't the same as a wyvern bond, but bonds can happen as a result of a life debt later down the line.

This is just my personal opinion, but I don't actually think Garroth and Raven were actually bonded. I don't think Raven ever mentioned it and since he doesn't want to refer to Garroth as his friend in season 2 I think its an understandable assumption

This one's just for me, but I wanted to talk about the Ro'Meave wyverns I mentioned in the Maela the Mad post

Krysoff was the most famous out of all the wyverns, mostly because he had the most legendary riders out of everyone (Astarse I, Garath I, and Kulza I). He was a cobalt wyvern and also Garroth's personal favorite growing up.

Bemeld was ridden by Sion and Rahne, and like I mentioned before, Bemeld was one of the two sentient wyverns the Ro'Meave's had, meaning they and the Divine warriors were able to talk to one another and (according to Esmund and the other divine warriors) was the wisest being they had ever met, being very kind towards humans as well as highly strategic during battles. Bemeld was an emerald wyvern and also Vylad's favorite

Xarxes, the obsidian wyvern, is the second most famous, or moreso infamous I should say, as he was the most terrifying out of all the wyverns. Let's just say he had murder down to an industrialized process. He had two riders, Maelyn I and Maela I, who strangely enough both claimed that Xarxes ferocity existed only on the battlefield, and when he wasn't fighting had the disposition of a bitchy kitten (though this was largely ignored by most historians). Xarxes was Zane's favorite because of course that little edge lord liked the goth wyvern.

I haven't written much about Rmora yet, but she was a ruby wyvern and bonded to Astrid I

Also haven't written much for Dhurga, but she was a bronze wyvern and belonged to Sion II and Aya II

Lastly there's Strygr, the iron wyvern and the other of the two sentients. He was briefly ridden by Kulza I and Aya I (before the latter was killed in battle, another thing thing I forgot to add to the family tree), however he was only recorded as being bonded to Yrene I, however they disappeared with Yrene after she abdicated her position as Lord. The two of them were never seen again, though there have been several sightings over the centuries across many different regions of a spot of glinting silver flying through the skies.