#but ive looked and sadly i cannot

[nixotinix]

Had a super busy day today and am due for an even busier one tomorrow, so, to hold you fiends over, here is:

Miscellaneous Jackson Jekyll/Holt Hyde headcanons Part 2: Electric Boogaloo

-Starting out with a few headcanons about Jax's time on the casketball team. Jax is much more athletic than Holt thanks to his time on the team and the fact that he cares about his physical health a lot more than Holt does.

-Though, out of all the casketball team members, Jackson is the most likely to foul out. On one particular occasion, he was just about to foul out and asked if he could "throatslam player 8" instead of "fouling out in a lame way". Clawd okay-ed this.

-During the casketball national tournament, on the first night, Granite High stole the hubcaps from the Monster High school bus. In retaliation, Jackson and Deuce formulated a plan to siphon the gas from the Granite High bus. They were never caught.

-Jackson can hold his own rather well in fights, even though he isn't as aggressive or reckless as Holt, especially when it comes to physical altercations. Though, even still, Jax usually loses his fights thanks to the fact that most people that pick fights with him are full-blood monsters.

-Holt's eyesight is just about as bad, if not worse than Jackson's. He absolutely refuses to wear contacts or glasses for fear of looking like a "total nerd". He also refuses to wear his fearing aids.

-Holt's voice always sounds like there's just a little bit of autotune on it. Not much, but enough to be noticable.

-Holt carries around a kazoo everywhere he goes. "For emergencies".

-Jackson can stomach almost anything. Sweet, sour, spicy, you name it. Holt, on the other hand, is severely lactose intolerant and deathly allergic to raspberries.

-Catty Noir, Operetta, and Holt all have a group chat. Holt has lovingly titled it "Sax on the Beach" thanks to the jazz-rock album they're working on together.

-Deuce once mistook Holt's cork grease (for his saxophone) as chapstick. Holt tried to warn him. It was too late.

-Thats it! Expect me to update this post every now and then with newer headcanons. And feel free to add your own headcanons in replies or reblogs!

[iiseult]

Oooh open requests! May I have King Baldwin with a wife reader who sweetly helps him treat his wounds regardless of how he tells her not to come into direct contact with his skin? Please, do it nice and fluffy, if it's not too much trouble! Thank you!

Wedding Night: Baldwin IV x reader

CWs → fluff, probable historical inaccuracies, she/her pronouns, leprosy, christianity and mentions of god, reader and baldwin just got married!

Note: This is the first request I've ever responded to! Thank you so much for sending it in, I really hope you enjoy! <3 Also this was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away

Wordcount: 2k

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Baldwin was laying on his stomach with his bandaged arms and legs stretched out across the large mattress, and his face nuzzled into a plush pillow. The day had been strenuous for him, requiring much more standing than he was accustomed to, and his body ached terribly. Though originally just on his hands and face, the disease had recently spread up past his wrist and onto a small patch of his back, causing an uncomfortable burning sensation every time his clothing brushed against it. He was waiting for his physician to arrive and apply his nightly soothing salve, which usually helped to relieve some of the discomfort that resulted from the intense dryness of his skin. But when the door opened, instead of his physician, it was you. 

Hastily, he sat up, looking around to find something to cover himself with. Besides the bandages wrapped around his ribcage, arms, and the middle of his face, the only thing he had on was a pair of white linen shorts. You covered your mouth and giggled as he scrambled to grab his robe from the nearby chair it was draped over.

“My lord, that really won’t be necessary. I’m only going to take it right back off once you put it on,” you said playfully, closing the door behind you and sauntering towards him. You were carrying a small basket in your left hand. He furrowed his brow and instinctually clutched the fabric to his chest, hoping it covered most of his exposed skin. A wave of heat rushed to his head, and he suddenly felt a bit dizzy.  

“Lady Y/N– I mean, Your Highness, what are you doing here?” he asked, his voice betraying his mild panic as his eyes followed you across the bedroom. You had changed out of your wedding gown in favor of a tightly fitting dress of a deep emerald green and a low neckline– typical attire for a bride on her wedding night. Heat rose to his cheeks as he admired his new queen’s attractive figure, on display just for him. He really hadn’t been expecting this. You had to know that, given his condition, consummating the marriage would be more trouble than it was worth, and attempting to sire an heir with him would be a completely fruitless endeavor. Why, then, were you standing before him, looking like the very picture of grace and beauty? You smiled gently at him, setting down the basket and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. 

“Let me help you. Please, lie back down so I can take those bandages off,” you murmured, trying to keep your voice as even as possible. You waited a moment, but he only gawked, eyes still shamelessly concentrating on your choice of wardrobe. You sighed and placed a hand over his bandaged one, looking deeply into his eyes. 

“I promise I’ll be gentle.” 

He hummed sadly, shaking his head no, knowing he could not give you what you wanted. 

“I believe that you would, but I cannot allow it. If you were to come into contact with my bare skin…” he trailed off. You bit your lip. You knew he wouldn’t agree to it. 

He noticed your disappointment, and his eyes softened a little. 

“Look at you, your skin is so pure…if anything were to happen to it on my account, I could never forgive myself. Not only because of the pain it would inflict upon you, but also for my own selfish reasons.” He spoke slowly, letting his words sink in. 

“My wife, you are so beautiful, and so smart. You have so much to give, and you are everything I am not. If you were to put yourself at risk of becoming like me, you would be condemning yourself to a short, bitter life of wasted potential. Though I may not be long for this world, I want to spend the remainder of my days admiring you and all that you bring. Please do not forsake the gifts God has given you for fleeting desires of the flesh,” he begged. His blue eyes were so wide, pleading, swimming with genuine emotion, but it wasn’t enough to break you. You knew what you wanted.

“Baldwin,” you said, addressing him directly for the first time, “Just this once, please. Let me do this for you.” 

You tugged lightly at the fabric bunched up in his grasp. He resigned, allowing you to pull it away and discard it at the foot of the bed, leaving his mostly bare chest exposed to your intimate gaze. No woman had ever seen this much of him before. He watched as your eyes traced his body, beginning at his delicate neck and protruding collar bones, then down to the smooth expanse of creamy skin covering his chest, and finally to his well-defined middle. Those parts of him had yet to be contaminated by his affliction. You had yet to ever come into contact with his bare skin, but the way you were studying him, he could almost feel the sweet sensation of your fingertips ghosting over his body. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry if you had hopes of…enjoying a true wedding night with me, but I must be honest with you, even if it does cause me great pain and regret-” 

You hushed him quietly, clasping his hand in yours a little tighter. 

“No, my love, you don’t have to explain to me. I understand. That is not what I came for. I simply wanted to take care of my husband.” You smiled, the corners of your eyes crinkling as you gazed down at him lovingly. He let out a breath and untensed his shoulders, relieved that he wasn’t letting you down after all. The sight of you smiling down at him with all the love in the world melted his heart, and his resolve broke. 

“Alright. But please promise me you will cleanse yourself thoroughly afterwards. We must do everything we can to prevent the spread,” he whispered, dropping his hand to allow you to have your way with him. 

Slowly, carefully, you reached for him, stretching your fingertips out and finally grazing them against the middle of his chest. He inhaled sharply, watching in awe. Your touch was feather-light, but it sent a spark of heat straight to his heart. His skin tingled. Gently, you applied a bit of pressure, encouraging him to lay back. He stared into your eyes and refused to look anywhere else as he readjusted his position, locks of blond hair shifting away from his brow as he reclined.

“That’s it, just like that. Perfect. Now, just relax, I brought some oils and salves for you. I’m going to take this bandage off now, okay?” You said, reaching for his wrapped hand. He nodded, and you slowly began unwinding the linens, peeling them away to reveal the most decayed part of his body; his right hand. Any skin left intact on it was shaded by a grayish hue, and the rest was just angry, red, open sores. You fought the urge to wince, not because it disgusted you, because it didn’t, but because you empathized with Baldwin, feeling the pain he must have felt in that moment. The bandages you removed were dotted with blood and other secretions from the angry wounds. 

You continued unraveling, all the way up his arm, and its condition gradually improved the further up you got. Then you moved to the other arm, repeating the same process. Soon, it was time to attend to the linens coiled around his torso, protecting the rash on his back. 

“Can you sit up for me, please?” 

He wordlessly obeyed, watching you work through his curtain of fine, golden hair. You scooted over until you were fully seated on the bed, face to face with him. He was suddenly glad for the bandage covering most of his cheeks and nose, so you didn’t detect the blush rapidly spreading across them. 

You reached around with your left arm and placed your cool palm against his shoulder blade to steady him as you pulled away the bandages. He sat as still as possible, not sure what to do with himself. His heart was about to beat out of his chest. Your hand was so soft, so slow…it was lulling him into a trance. He sighed deeply, letting the air roll all the way through his lungs. You deftly unweaved the bandage with your delicate fingers, working swiftly to avoid any discomfort that the pulling might cause him. Soon, all that remained was his face. 

Wordlessly, you slid a hand up the back of his neck and cradled his head in your palm, threading your fingers through his curls. He let his head fall back, confident that you would support him, and closed his eyes. A quiet rumble emanated from the back of his throat when he felt your fingertips brush his forehead. Then, you peeled off the last bandage, finally exposing the sensitive skin of his face to the cool evening air. 

Yes, his complexion was blemished and inflamed, as you expected. His nose was red and dry, some of the skin flaking off completely. His lips were in much the same condition. A smattering of pink blotches covered his handsome cheeks. But to you, nobody had ever looked closer to perfect. You grinned and cupped his face between your hands, gently circling your thumb over his cheek. His pretty blue eyes crinkled up at the corners as he smiled back, letting out a short laugh he never meant to let out. 

“You are such a beautiful boy, Baldwin. I love seeing your smile so much,” you said, tracing his bottom lip. That smile only grew as he closed his eyes in bliss. Your warmth was almost too much for him to handle. 

“I’m going to apply the salve now, okay?” you asked, gently laying his head down on his pillow and reaching for a bottle from your basket. 

“Mhmm,” he hummed contentedly. The smell of lavender and chamomile permeated the air as you scooped up a large blob of the salve and gently smeared it over his cheekbones. He sighed in relief as soon as it touched his parched skin, his pink lips parting. Soon, his face had absorbed most of the moisture, making him glisten in the candlelight like he was made of porcelain, and you moved onto his back, having him turn over. You ran your hands over the plains of his shoulder blades, massaging the tissue to help relieve any aches that may have built up. He groaned into the pillow in satisfaction. You smiled, continuing your ministrations. 

Needless to say, Baldwin had never experienced anything remotely similar to this before. The way you handled him and didn’t shy away from coming into direct contact with the most afflicted parts of his body made his stomach do flips. Maybe he could get used to this. 

‘I think I’m all done, my king. You can turn back over,” you said softly, putting the cork back in your bottle and stowing it away in the basket. Baldwin stretched leisurely and rolled over, hair partially obscuring his half-lidded eyes and crooked smile. He suddenly looked so young; only eighteen years old and he had already led an army. 

“Thank you, love,” he murmured, reaching out to grab your hand, bravely intertwining your fingers. He figured the damage had already been done, and there was no harm in a few more precious seconds of warmth. So he swiftly lifted your hand and pressed it to his delicate lips, almost burning your skin with the lingering passion in his touch. 

Now it was your turn to blush. 

[transmascaraa]

Hi!! I saw that requests are open 😈😈😈

may I humbly request Ga ming, Bennett, Tighnari, Cyno, Freminet and Scaramouche with a reader who uses gen alpha slang like Gyatt, skibidi, rizz, ect?

Like they the most serious person ever but says stuff like "oh my gyatt 😧 (in a sophisticated accent ofc)" "that wasn't very skibidi rizz of you..." AND THEY ARE DEAD SERIOUS (bonus points if they're like royalty or something)

IVE BEEN OBSESSED WITH SAYING "oh my gyatt" AND IM NOT EVEN GEN ALPHA 💀💀

-with many love and thy prayers,

🍓 anon

multiple characters headcannons!

gen alpha typa humor

characters: gaming, bennett, tighnari, cyno, freminet, wanderer x gn!reader

author's note: i say some phrases ironically too💔💔 but it's not THAT SERIOUS bro i fear MOST of gen alpha it's not funny anymore😔 have fun reading cuz i died 27 times writing this

✿ Gaming

-taking into hc that he's gen z btw

-he knows exactly how horrifying the words and phrases are BUT

-after he heard you saying:

-"shush gaming i'm gonna ruin my mewing streak!"

-he looked at you dumbfounded for the first few seconds as if you told him some gibberish

-but after he realized what you said he kinda just started hysterically laughing

-probably would start tickling you afterwards and if you just don't let him, he'll tell you:

-"okay fine gigachad, i won't interrupt" barely being able to pronounce a word due to him laughing like that

-yeah it's just him laughing at you a lot in the relationship lmfao

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♡ Bennett

-definetly doesn't understand a thing at first

-like the first few months, he just awkwardly laughs when you say something like that

-hoping that you won't question him

-but in the end, he asks YOU to tell him wtf is any of that

-first, he asked you what does "gyatt" mean.

-and you told him:

-"ass." with the most dead serious eyes ever possible.

-and he just looks confused

-until he gets to learn even more of the words/slangs and kinda

-just becomes like you unfortunately

-now you both use gen alpha slang sadly and people give you weird looks

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⑅ Tighnari

-aeugh

-he feels as if he has 2 cynos in his life since cyno uses it too

-dies inside whenever you say some slang/word

-dies even more when in public

-like he was literally so embarrassed once when you screamed:

-"I LOVE ALPHA MALES!!!" in public from where he just dragged you away and was embarrassed for the rest of his life

-he literally has trauma from some situations(that was one of them)

-he loves you, he js thinks you're weird.

-VERY weird.

-ABSOLUTELY WEIRD.

-it's the worst when he's hanging out both with you and cyno at the same time.

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๑ Cyno

-he uses it too.

-i've already mentioned it in tighnari's part but you cannot change my mind.

-so you use it together.

-you piss people off together.

-(preferably tighnari, along with alhaitham and kaveh, and also any of the other women/girls from sumeru)

-basically partners in crime.

-like you were at some restaurant with him and tighnari, whereas you're showing them the people you've met in fontaine.

-you show them a picture of wriothesley and immediately look at cyno dead serious.

-"this is wriothesley, he has the gyatt that arataki itto from inazuma doesn't. literally level 3 gyatt. it is crazy how a man-" that's when tighnari tiredly said he's going to the bathroom.

-too bad.

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✷ Freminet

-embarrassed literally 24/7.

-if in public, 25/8.

-he understands everything you say and all but no way in hell that he will be okay with it especially when other people are around.

-he actually tried confronting you about it but like you just replied with:

-"but i won't be the rizzlord if i don't do that, y'know?"

-he just sighs hopelessly.

-unfortunately he cannot change you in any way, shape, or form

-take it easy on him like bro don't embarrass him too much lmfao

-he even tried telling 'father' but she had no clue what the words meant in the first place

-so he kinda js gave up there

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✧ Wanderer

-he hates it. like he absolutely DESPISES it.

-it doesn't even have to be in public, he's leaving the conversation the second you say something gen alpha

-"you see and that guy was so fucking annoying, yeah?"

-"mhm." he replies.

-"exactly, that wasn't a really skibidi nor sigma male thing to do, especially including his jawline, does he ever even mew-"

-he just continued walking and you had to literally CHASE him to make him continue walking with you. you're gonna be the death of him smh

-and it was fine for a while until you saw something and just screaming:

-"OH MY GYATT-"

-he then left for sure and you found him just when you came back home.

-probably didn't talk to you for a while after that.

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uhm

so

yes

| 🍓anon | @mariaace <3

[olderthannetfic]

I always see people who have never been antis, talking about/questioning how some antis even ARE antis when you look at their taste in media - ie the ever famous joke of "Hannigram is #problematique" "but it's a show where he eats people" or whatever.

I thought I'd weigh in as someone who could, hypothetically, be called an ex-anti (which, thankfully, nothing ever really came out of it - it was just very 2014 keyboardwarrior-esque behavior of me being a chronically online young adult who would share posts in a group chat making fun of certain shippers, or reblog posts about how 50shades is The Most Problematic Media Ever to exist -- basically I was an anti with anti-lines of thoughts, but i never, like, a ran a Shipping Discourse Blog or whatever)

For me, personally, it was a few different things. I can now see how it's incredibly hypocritical that teenaged me shipped Light/L, while still thinking that Dramione was Bad And Abusive. It ultimately boiled down to a) being pretentious, and b) just not understanding media or what proshippers REALLY believed, with a side of c) not realizing that nuance exists. like i was pretty late to join tumblr, I think I immigrated here during PEAK "yourfaveisproblematic" era which definitely did have an impact on my opinions and my tastes.

to elaborate, a.) being pretentious. i mean this one just kinda goes without saying. "I engage in media in a way more intellectual way than you do, don't you know that? You're a filthy and disgusting person who writes Snape/Hermione because you're an actually disgusting pedophile IRL who would probably date your own student that you're abusing if you could. Meanwhile, I'm a very smart, good, and pure person. When I read Uncle Vernon/Harry, I'm doing it in a G-d honoring whump way that clearly condemns abuse, incest, and rape. Unlike YOU who only writes harmful stuff as a way to get people off :/"

(as an aside, i think this line of thinking will ALWAYS be present in fandom and popculture in some way, sadly. ie the recent trend of people hating on booktok bc the books are 'trashy' and how these porn addicts should read real classic literature instead.)

as for b.), not understanding media - i cannot emphasize enough that i was GENUINELY stupid and disconnected enough to think that proshippers REALLY WERE pro-All Of The Degenerate Dead Doves That They Wrote.

why did i feel this way? why did i understand that Lolita clearly isnt pro-pedophilia, but for some reason i thought that someone shipping weecest was? well, first of all, i think that fanfiction is (generally) seen as Less Serious than classic literature, and fandom is a fun place, so i guess i somehow thought that every fanfic/fanartist who wrote Problematic Things, especially Problematic Things that they portrayed as Sexy, really DID enjoy the thought of that Actually Happening To Real People.

and i think THIS is the bulk of why antis ARE antis. i'm not calling them all stupid - i do think BEING an anti is stupid, but at the same time, there are people who are truly smart and good-intended people who just have some really off color opinions about, like, homestuck ships or whatever. Lawlight is okay because notebooks that kill people don't exist so it's IMPOSSIBLE for the Harmful Aspects of Light/L to be romanticized! but schoolyard prejudiced bullies DO exist and are a REAL problem so Drarry is BAD (*truly completely unaware of the fact that there's 'realistic' aspects of the Light/L dynamic and 'unrealistic' aspects of Drarry - such as, for example, Hogwarts arguably being even MORE of a fantasy setting than DN is.*) I know that media literacy is the hot buzzword of the year to throw around in 2024, but, like, i really did not have media literacy.

as for c.), not realizing nuance exists - ok "nuance" might not be the best word here, but i dont know how else to describe it. like, each time ive typed the word "problematic" out in this ask, i've done so in a very tongue in cheek/ironic/retroactive way, but, like, those posts about how Everything Is Problematic, Including Your Fave ARE true. and i didn't like the fact that my favorite media or favorite person might've Made A Mistake! i need to Talk About Its Issues Because I'm So Betrayed That My Dear Sweet Comfort Media Would Do This To Me. I Need To Prove I Clearly Condemn It.

like, i legit morally could not justify reblogging a twilight post without adding in the tags '#this is my guilty pleasure it sucks that the books were so racist though' or whatever. Most people were lucky enough to avoid that line of thinking, but there was an actual group of people who felt a genuine need to virtue signal all the time, partly bc, hey, they WERE passionate about talking abt #issues in media, but also bc of a subconscious fear of If You Reblog A Singular Piece Of Hetalia Fanart, You're Literally A Nazi And Will Get A Callout Post Written About You.

and during all of this i was at the tail end of my high school experience (yes i know im younger than most of your audience, ha). i was going through A Lot emotionally, going through a lot of life changes, and lived in a very . . . interesting household/place where i couldn't do ACTUAL good in the world that i was passionate about. so to make up for the fact that i was genuinely in no place to do legit activism, clearly i had to save the gay community by arguing about johnlock queerbaiting or whatever.

^ and honestly i do think that is the position of most antis. theyre isolated and cant seem to do Enough in the Real Scary World so they have to resort to talking about how bad of a person someone is for "shipping abuse", bc theyre not in a situation where they could, for example, ACTUALLY fight the good fight to end abuse or raise awareness for it.

There was way more to it and way more that I could say, if I wanted to, but this post is long enough as it is and probably doesn't make much sense.

I feel bad for antis, honestly, or at least the ones who are antis in the way I used to be.

--

Oh yes, passionate young fools who think they can at least fix the internet if not their lives make up most of the cannon fodder. Some of the ringleaders are just mini dictators and wannabe cult leaders, but most anti-leaning types are just traumatized or clueless, even a lot of the ones who do serious damage and don't just mock shit in private with their friends.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Run, pretty girl, run Chapter 3

Summary:  Even with the safeguards put in place after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., the remaining Avengers find themselves on the run after the American government falls into disarray.  The code word is sent, and they’re officially fugitives.  Bucky makes a run for the safe house set up for emergencies like this where the Avengers are told to meet up, but on the way saves the pregnant agent turned payroll specialist that he was partnered with.  Will they make it before she goes into labor?  Or at all?

Warnings: violence, pregnancy, childbirth, death of minor character, language, eventual smut

“Бегать”: run “Подтвердить” : confirmed “Enkosi”: thank you “Дома”: home “Добро пожаловать”: welcome

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They reached Wakanda by midday.  As the stairs opened they were immediately surrounded by the Dora Milaje and a team of doctors that hoisted Y/N onto a gurney and Bucky walked alongside holding her hand until they reached the surgery area of their medical wing.  “I’m sorry, Sergeant Barnes, you cannot come past this point,” Ayo instructed him.

Bucky nodded unhappily and quickly turned to Y/N, leaning down until his face was hovering just over her face.  “I’m gonna be right out here waiting for you,” he promised.  The first tears started to fall out of the corners of her eyes as she nodded.  “Hey, pretty girl,” he said, trying to get her to look at him.  Y/N met his gaze, and his heart broke for the pain he could see swimming in her eyes.  “You, me, and a cocktail in Monaco,” he smiled sadly at her.

Y/N giggled at the inside joke they made for a vacation after successful missions, though it came out a little garbled as she started to choke up.  “Me, you, and a beer in Malta.”

“Sounds perfect,” he chuckled wetly as his own tears started to fall.  Y/N squeezed his hand before the doctors started pushing the gurney through the doors.  Ayo let Bucky watch her until she was out of sight and then led him to the bedrooms.  The room that Shuri’s family had made for him, even though he rarely used it even when he was there, was still just as he’d left it.  

“Get yourself cleaned up, rest, and we’ll come let you know when she’s out of surgery,” she said quietly.

“Enkosi,” Bucky replied.

Ayo looked at him for a moment, clapping his shoulder then leaving.  Once the door was closed behind her he made his way to the bathroom.  As he stripped out of his dirty, torn clothes and got in the shower he let the events of the day finally wash over him.  He cried heavily at the loss of Y/N’s baby, how it didn’t matter what he’d tried or done, he couldn't save them all.  He cried over the exhaustion of yet another government entity chasing him, and he still didn’t know why.  Another fight, another battle, another loss.  He cried for Y/N and how much she had to endure, and would endure, from this day forward.  He loved her as a friend and a partner, and trusted her with his life.  He loved her as more, and had been wanting more, but she didn’t need that right now.  When he was done he got dressed in the clothes provided for him, then walked back down to the waiting area near the med bay.

A couple of hours later a doctor came out with Shuri.  “She’s doing well,” he informed Bucky.  “We were able to remove the baby without further complications.  She is in recovery now.”

“Can I see her?” Bucky asked, glancing at Shuri.

“Yes,” the doctor replied.  “She’s not fully awake yet.”

“I’ll come with you,” Shuri said.  She led him through the med bay to one of the adjoining rooms.  Y/N was laying on the bed, slightly propped up, dressed in a medical gown with an IV in her hand, looking like they had bathed her.  She was asleep, her breathing heavy as Bucky walked to her, pulling the chair by the wall over so he could sit next to the bed.  He reached out and held her hand, his thumb rubbing her knuckles gently.  She only had a few bruises and cuts from the crash, but her belly was no longer large, only a slight bump left.  He fought off another wave of tears.  Shuri walked to the other side of her, taking her other hand.  “You are both welcome to stay here as long as you need,” she said quietly.  

“Thank you,” Bucky said.  “Do you know what’s happening?”

Shuri sighed and folded her arms.  “The American government has fallen.  Like S.H.I.E.L.D. all those years ago.”

“Was it Hydra?” he asked.

“No. It’s an invasion of a species called the Skrulls.”

Bucky sighed.  He’d been informed of this alien species that had turned up on Earth many years ago, and the possibility that some of them may attempt to overthrow governments and take over, but none of it had been confirmed as far as he knew.  Obviously the invasion had begun.  “It’s not just the American government, is it?” he asked.

Shuri nodded.  “Britain, France, Germany, Russia, North Korea, Japan, China, and parts of South America have been compromised.  We’re not sure who to trust.”

Bucky rubbed his temple with his free hand.  “Have you heard from anyone else yet?”

“Yes.  Most of the remaining Avengers have reached out in some capacity.  We have locked down everything here, but they are still planning on meeting in Sibiu before making any other further preparations.  We are also being monitored very heavily.  I could get you to Sibiu, but that’s about it at the moment without raising suspicion,” she said, sounding tired.

“What a shitshow,” Y/N whispered.

Shuri and Bucky turned sharply to look at her.  “Hey, pretty girl,” Bucky smiled, standing so he could be eye to eye with her.  

Y/N gave him a small smile, her eyes fluttering.  “Heya, hot stuff,” she smirked, making him chuckle.  She looked at Shuri.  “Hi sweetie,” she breathed.

Shuri took a step forward and smiled at her.  “Hello love,” she said quietly.  “How are you feeling?”

“Like I was in a car crash,” Y/N said, cocking an eyebrow.

Shuri chuckled as she pushed on one of her Kimoyo beads.  “I’m sure.”

The next moment the doctor came back in.  “Miss Y/L/N,” he greeted her as he walked up next to Shuri.  He gave her a pitiful smile, gently poking and prodding her in different areas and checking her over.  “Everything went well.  I’m very sorry for your loss.  We wanted to wait until you were awake to ask if you wanted to see the baby before…” he drifted off, unsure how to proceed.

Bucky squeezed Y/N’s hand as her eyebrows knitted together.  Her free hand moved to her stomach, where it was noticeably smaller than before.  She shut her eyes tight and bit her lower lip.  He leaned down and awkwardly hugged her, his face in the crook of her neck.  “Whatever you choose, I will support you.  I’m here for you,” he whispered into her ear.  Y/N nodded, her hand moving up to pat his hair.

“Can I just…can I just see him?” she asked quietly, swallowing harshly.

“Yes,” the doctor said, turning to the nurse by the door who nodded.  

Bucky stayed next to Y/N, Shuri moving to be by the head of the bed as the same nurse came back a minute later looking sad and holding a small bundle in her arms.  She walked over and Y/N sat up more, wincing slightly.  

“Would you like to hold him, Miss Y/L/N?” the nurse asked quietly.  

Y/N stared at the blanket in her arms for a moment before slowly nodding her head.  She opened her arms and the nurse settled the baby into them.  Y/N sat back and held him against her chest, staring at him as her tears silently fell.  Bucky looked down at the tiny human in her arms, marveling at just how small he was.  He looked almost completely normal except for the muted shade of his skin, like he was just sleeping.  No one spoke, no one moved, as they all let her have the moment with her son.

“Isn’t he beautiful, Buck?” Y/N whispered.

Bucky nodded and sniffed as he looked down at them.  “Yes,” he said.  “Just like his Mama.”

Y/N huffed a laugh as she reached a hand up and traced his face with her finger softly.  “You know, I was gonna name him Grant, after Steve’s middle name?” she mused.  Bucky sucked in a sharp breath.  She had never disclosed what she wanted to name him, saying she hadn’t decided yet, but she had been wanting to surprise Bucky with honoring his best friend.  She had also been friends with Steve before he left, and he was touched that she thought so highly of him.  “Grant James Y/L/N…my son…” she whispered.  Bucky sniffled at the use of his first name.  Y/N looked up at him and smiled through her tears.  “Thank you for taking such good care of us, Buck,” she sighed, then looked down at Grant one more time before kissing his nose.  She looked at the nurse and gave him back to her.  The nurse nodded to Y/N then the doctor and walked back out with Grant.  Y/N watched until they were out of sight, then turned on her side facing Bucky, grabbing his hand tightly and bringing it close to her face.  “When do we leave?” she asked quietly, squeezing his hand and keeping her eyes shut tight.

Bucky’s brow furrowed at her question.  “We don’t need to leave yet, Y/N.  We can figure all that out later–”

“When do we leave?” Y/N asked again, more firmly this time.

Bucky looked at the doctor.  “We’d like to keep you overnight at least, just to monitor your progress, otherwise everything looks like it’s mostly superficial cuts and bruises that should heal fine.  We can give you a solution to help dry up any milk that comes in, but you may still get some, and you will still bleed for a few weeks until your body heals from being pregnant,” he said matter-of-factly.  “But we can send anything you need with you when you’re ready to leave.”

“Okay.  Thank you,” she said in a clipped tone, a clear dismissal.  The doctor nodded and gave a deeper head bow to Shuri before leaving the room.

“I will give you some space,” Shuri said after he left.  “I’ll come back later to check on you,” she said, reaching over and squeezing Y/N’s shoulder.  Y/N nodded and whispered a thanks as Shuri walked out.

Bucky waited until she left then leaned down again to be eye level with Y/N.  She still had her eyes shut, her breaths huffing hot against his knuckles as she tried to keep her composure.  He leaned in and kissed her hand, keeping his forehead rested against her’s.  Y/N finally opened her eyes and looked at him.  He didn’t know what to say, so he stayed quiet, just staring at her, letting her do what she needed to get through the next little while.  She stared back at him, the tears building again and her face pinching in pain.  She let out a shudder and a sob that she tried to bite back.  Bucky’s other hand came up and pushed her hair back, scratching along her scalp, his own tears falling at her pain.

“H-help me,” Y/N cried, gripping his hand with surprising strength.

“What do you need, pretty girl?” Bucky whispered.

“I don’t know!” she wailed.  “I…my heart hurts.”

Bucky instantly climbed into the bed with her, which definitely was not big enough for the two of them, but he didn’t care.  He maneuvered her so her IV wouldn’t get ripped out, tucking her into his body, holding her as she sobbed against him.  Her hands gripped his shirt, her tears soaking it through, her breath heating his chest as his arm cradled her neck and head and the other pulled her into him by her back, her legs tangling with his as he moved one of the blankets over the both of them.  He continued whispering whatever he could think of to her, kissing her hair, her forehead then down the side of her face, pulling one of her hands up and kissing it along her knuckles and then over her palm.

“I’m so sorry Mamas,” he said.  “I wish I could fix it for you.  I tried, I really tried…” he broke down crying with her as she wrapped an arm around his back.

“It’s not your fault.  It’s not mine.  It’s no one’s but them,” she whispered, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck.  “Like I said, you took such good care of me, of us…thank you,” she said, then kissed his jaw.  “Thank you…”

They held each other as they cried, mourning the loss of what could have been, but wasn’t meant to be.

@vioplay19 @mrsnikstan @scott-loki-barnes @tufflepuff23

[fireismine]

DAENERYS TARGARYEN APPRECIATION WEEK 2023

Day 4: Character Parallels → Rhaena the Black Bride and Daenerys Stormborn

The Queen in the West:

In the Red Keep of King’s Landing sat the Queen Regent Alyssa, widow of the late King Aenys, mother to his son Jaehaerys, and wife to the King’s Hand, Rogar Baratheon. Just across Blackwater Bay on Dragonstone, a younger queen had arisen when Alyssa’s daughter Alysanne, a maid of thirteen years, had pledged her troth to her brother King Jaehaerys, against the wishes of her mother and her mother’s lord husband. And far to the west on Fair Isle, with the whole width of Westeros separating her from both mother and sister, was Alyssa’s eldest daughter, the dragonrider Rhaena Targaryen, widow of Prince Aegon the Uncrowned. In the westerlands, riverlands, and parts of the Reach, men were already calling her the Queen in the West. - A Surfeit of Rulers, Fire and Blood

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Dany knew she would take more than a hundred, if she took any at all. "Remind your Good Master of who I am. Remind him that I am Daenerys Stormborn, Mother of Dragons, the Unburnt, trueborn queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. My blood is the blood of Aegon the Conqueror, and of old Valyria before him." - Daenerys II, A Storm of Swords

Three Husbands:

Rhaena was married to Aegon the Uncrowned, Maegor the Cruel and Androw Farman.

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Her silver was trotting through the grass, to a darkling stream beneath a sea of stars. A corpse stood at the prow of a ship, eyes bright in his dead face, grey lips smiling sadly. A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness. . . . mother of dragons, bride of fire . . . – Daenerys IV, A Clash of Kings

The Queen in the East:

“Done,” the king said…mayhaps too hastily, for it must be remembered that Aerea Targaryen, a girl of eight, was his own acknowledged successor, heir apparent to the Iron Throne. The consequences of this decision would not be known for years to come, however. For the nonce it was done, and the Queen in the West at a stroke became the Queen in the East. - A Time of Testing: The Realm Remade, Fire and Blood

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"The best calumnies are spiced with truth," suggested Qavo, "but the girl's true sin cannot be denied. This arrogant child has taken it upon herself to smash the slave trade, but that traffic was never confined to Slaver's Bay. It was part of the sea of trade that spanned the world, and the dragon queen has clouded the water. Behind the Black Wall, lords of ancient blood sleep poorly, listening as their kitchen slaves sharpen their long knives. Slaves grow our food, clean our streets, teach our young. They guard our walls, row our galleys, fight our battles. And now when they look east, they see this young queen shining from afar, this breaker of chains. The Old Blood cannot suffer that. Poor men hate her too. Even the vilest beggar stands higher than a slave. This dragon queen would rob him of that consolation." - Tyrion VI, A Dance with Dragons

Refusing to Cry

When word of the battle reached the west and Princess Rhaena learned that both her husband and her friend Lady Melony had fallen, it is said she heard the news in a stony silence. “Will you not weep?” she was asked, to which she replied, “I do not have the time for tears.” - The Sons of the Dragon, Fire and Blood

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His business done, the captain of the Indigo Star bowed and took his leave. Dany shifted uncomfortably on the ebony bench. She dreaded what must come next, yet she knew she had put it off too long already. Yunkai and Astapor, threats of war, marriage proposals, the march west looming over all . . . I need my knights. I need their swords, and I need their counsel. Yet the thought of seeing Jorah Mormont again made her feel as if she'd swallowed a spoonful of flies; angry, agitated, sick. She could almost feel them buzzing round her belly. I am the blood of the dragon. I must be strong. I must have fire in my eyes when I face them, not tears. "Tell Belwas to bring my knights," Dany commanded, before she could change her mind. "My good knights." - Daenerys VI, A Storm of Swords

Gains Confidence After Bonding with a Dragon:

At the age of nine, however, Rhaena was presented with a hatchling from the pits of Dragonstone, and she and the young dragon she named Dreamfyre bonded instantly. With her dragon beside her, the princess slowly began to grow out of her shyness; at the age of twelve she took to the skies for the first time, and thereafter, though she remained a quiet girl, no one dared to call her timid. - The Sons of the Dragon, Fire and Blood

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Day followed day, and night followed night, until Dany knew she could not endure a moment longer. She would kill herself rather than go on, she decided one night … Yet when she slept that night, she dreamt the dragon dream again. Viserys was not in it this time. There was only her and the dragon. Its scales were black as night, wet and slick with blood. Her blood, Dany sensed. Its eyes were pools of molten magma, and when it opened its mouth, the flame came roaring out in a hot jet. She could hear it singing to her. She opened her arms to the fire, embraced it, let it swallow her whole, let it cleanse her and temper her and scour her clean. She could feel her flesh sear and blacken and slough away, could feel her blood boil and turn to steam, and yet there was no pain. She felt strong and new and fierce. And the next day, strangely, she did not seem to hurt quite so much. It was as if the gods had heard her and taken pity. Even her handmaids noticed the change. "Khaleesi," Jhiqui said, "what is wrong? Are you sick?" "I was," she answered, standing over the dragon's eggs that Illyrio had given her when she wed. She touched one, the largest of the three, running her hand lightly over the shell. Black-and-scarlet, she thought, like the dragon in my dream. The stone felt strangely warm beneath her fingers … or was she still dreaming? She pulled her hand back nervously. - Daenerys III, A Game of Thrones

[tiredandwireds-blog]

@jennalistening i got u

Ok here's a list of all the best Dick and Damian(mostly with father/son dynamics) fics imo. Pls dont judge me.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40095006

The Stowaway (5099 words) by LittleLadybugs

Short sweet and fluffy! Damian sneaks a cat into the penthouse and struggles to keep it hidden. At least Dick always has his back!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32923282

Emergency Contact by DawnsEternalLight for grousemouse

Hilarious and cute! Damian gets attacked on a school trip and is just the way youd expect him to be lol. Dick freaks out ofc

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49322866

my shoulders are heavy already by a_alene

Ughhh its sooo goodddd! Damian and Dick sickfic cannot recommend enoughhh plsplspls read ittt

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36304804

a chance to celebrate by emavee

So cuteee! The batfam throws a party to celebrate Dick adopting Damian. Its such a cute story that gives insight into each characters feelings and its also fluffy as hell!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46392967

Father's Day (we were the best) by InkpotSprite

Damian decides to celebrate Dick on Mother's and Father's Day lol cute and absolutely hilarious!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40260231

I'll Carry You by BrickSheep

BrickSheep puts it best with the tag Comfort No Hurt. Its exactly as the title says dick carries damian and i get a rush of dopamine lol

https://archiveofourown.org/series/890946

I Saw Grayson Kissing Santa Claus by pupeez4eva

Damian becomes convinced Santa is after Dick Bruce is confused and Jason is evil. So pretty par for the course lol. Tbh tho this fic had me laughing so hard my sides hurt an absolute beautiful nightmare to read

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51531457

The Ping-Pong Wars by fadesfanfic

Stephanie and Damian bonding! Dick being worried over Damian! And oh the shenanigans! Its beautiful and sweet and funny and iloveitsomuchhh

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28186434

Paint Cans and Sneaking Out by CarrionCarnival

Damian sneaks out to do some graffiti and tries not to get caught lol. Cute and fun. A whole new look for Damian that I loveee

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22544392

The R Stands for – by Cirth

A beautifully written look into Damian's adjustment to his new home. Honestly made me cry ngl but sometimes you need that

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52221118

Obsolete Tools and Tangible Miseries by Corybantic

Ok we def in angst territory now gang! Damian thinks hes nothong but a weapon and Dick helps convince him otherwise. Read at your own risk cause i was sobbinggg

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37052449

the city without stars in its skies by Alienu

Ok i literally just reread this one anddd. Ughhhh im dyingggg. Damian is sent to kill Officer Dick Grayson you see where this is goinggg its so gooddd plsreadplsreadplsread

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40538418

Home Is Where the Heart Is by LittleLadybugs

Ok ill admit this ones more batfam focused then just dick and dami but still. So good. Dick is adopted by Slade not Bruce and goes running to blüdhaven to hide from him. Sadly the Birds wont leave hime alone

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22395412

Not by Blood, Maybe by Heart by Ellegrine

Ok we back to fluff now lol. Damian loves his brothers even if he never says it. In this fic he shows it by protecting Dicks honor lol

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18296282

Still the Best by Cdelphiki

3 great fics all in one spot! Literally some of the best stuff ive ever read! Iloveitiloveitiloveit pls readdd

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10918887

Catch Me (All Records Indicate) by Engineerd

The evolution of the nickname lil D. Cute and so sweet. Short but such a comfort read

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29866386

This Too Shall Pass by DarthPeezy

Just oh. just so so goodddd. Another gorgeous look at Damian adjusting to his new life with the batfam tho this one is more plot directed and ohmygosh did that plot have me in a death grip

And finally my top 2 fav fics:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19718083

Throughout Infinity by flumen

Damian is sent to an alternate universe and meets young justice Dick and crew. Ok no summary i can do will do this fic justice just know i read this in one sitting and immediately felt my sense of priorities and my mind shift. No joke this changed me.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2021464

3:16 by partingxshot

AAAHHHH

Ok now i can talk abt this. Im in the process of rereading this AGAIN bc i literally cannot be left alone. Ok quick summary: each chapter follows Dick and Damian adjusting to their new life as Batman and Robin. I feel like most everyone who is in love with the dynamic between Dick and Damian has read this fic but i cant leave it out bc its literally my fav fic EVER. i will never be normal abt this fic if you havent read it yet plspls do

[eventhorizon081]

As someone who fell hard for Xiangli Yao, I have to say -- words cannot articulate how let down I was by the Moonchase Act IV story, oh my gods. Spoilers below:

In the span of twenty minutes, I went from thinking "maybe wuwa can actually write a story" to so immensely frustrated. I read Xiangli Yao's character stories and I thought this was going to be something about how it isn't worth it to burn yourself away for the sake of pursuing more knowledge but NO they just turned it into some type of fairy tale everyone gets what they wanted in the end story. I thought Pascal was being built up to be a contrast to Xiangli Yao with the whole "I should give up everything for research" belief, while XLY believes in pacing himself and not burning up just to reach higher heights.

It's so immensely frustrating that wuwa's writers got halfway there, and then completely dropped the ball. First off, Abby fully killed the mood in the "circle of doors" room (but that's more of a personal gripe, and not really all that significant). Then, the whole "corruption" in the second half of the sonoro sphere journey was just so underexplained and badly done. I think the story had so much potential, with Pascal and the other researchers finally burning out when their research results yielded nothing. And then...there was nothing more that the quest had to say after that -- at least, nothing that wasn't incredibly muddled. Everyone's looking to Xiangli Yao to save them -- but why? We, as the readers, have zero context beyond "Xiangli Yao is a genius," and I think this scene in particular could have been done better if there was more of a clear invitation from the other researchers to Xiangli Yao -- an invitation to burn himself up in pursuit of research along with them. Yes, subtlety is good, but not in this case.

I'm also really conflicted about whether they should've written Pascal's work as so successful. I think it works, but the way they did it was completely wrong, because it actually teaches the opposite lesson: that we *should* burn ourselves out, because our work will have a legacy beyond us. I think that's a fine lesson to tell, but given that it goes against everything the writers were building up up to this point, it feels a little odd. They probably should've picked one side, instead of trying to do nuance in such a ham-handed way. Also, the lack of build-up to Pascal's big old confessional really felt like lazy storytelling. We went from "it's right to do anything to discover the knowledge I need" to "I was completely wrong and I should've backed off". And yes, I know, time and boss fights and all, but it was jarring to me, at least.

Also, can we fucking talk about Xiangli Yao *defending* Pascal's ideals during the boss fight? I'm actually going to throw hands, because it seems SO out-of-character for Xiangli Yao not to be concerned about Pascal's behavior at ANY POINT in that quest, and while I do think Xiangli Yao would defend Pascal's memory, I think he also wouldn't look up to Pascal as a role model of any sorts, given that they clearly had that fundamental rift in ideals.

Overall, super pissed about that quest because I can personally relate a lot to Xiangli Yao's conflicts (at least in his character stories), and I thought I was going to get a wonderful story where those conflicts were explored. I loved the lighthearted dating sim-esque parts of the moonchase quest, but I was seriously excited when I figured we were finally going to get an insight into XLY's character. Sadly, it was a bit of a letdown. Hoping that this isn't the last we see of Yao, though, because his character stories contain some JUICY facts about the worldbuiling of wuwa as a whole.

[tomeebear04]

do you have any eddsworld merch? If so from where i cannot for the life of me find anything i really want on their website i sadly got into eddsworld a little too late to see any good merch 😭

not really. im very picky when it comes to merchandise. honestly the only franchise i buy anything from actively is sonic. gotta spend all my coin on that hedgehog

i did recently buy one of germs tom keychains since i had the extra cash to do so. which i should be getting pretty soon. he makes pretty great stuff so @/germygogurt on twitter if you want any fan made merch. idk when his next drop of ew stuff will be tho

and i made stickers of my own art to just put on my record player bc i thought it would be goofy

i do agree that the official merch is lacking. i never liked anything they released ever LOL. even pre-beyond. none of the t shirt designs ever clicked with me. i wish they had more discreet designs. the only ones that are kinda like that available rn are the m@, ska band, and smeg head shirts. which... im not going to buy a shirt about smegma sorry man. i wish the ska band one came in black or something instead of that terrible grey t shirt color that always shows sweat stains. the m@ shirt is just ugly. i would only consider getting the pins but i have no where to put those things

the youtooz figures are okay. im not a fan of how they look at all. it's just funko pops for gen z imo

im a "plush loving person" - (jenny nicholson, 2020), so when they announced official plushes i got pretty excited. but theyre terminally ugly so i never even considered buying one. ive never actually seen an eddsworld plush that isnt weird looking official or not. no ball for me

your best bet with eddsworld merch is with fans. at least until the official store ups its game or smthn

[bbrokenbback]

Hairstyle hcs time!

So recently ive been thinking what if all of those bald-ass primarchs actually had visited a hairdresser of some sort at least once in their lives instead of taking a razor and getting rid of all their hair. And also what if other who canonically have hair had something actually good on their heads instead of just going in a fight with flowing hair of theirs and idk being tugged on it by some warboss of whatever.

So there it.

I. Lion ElJonson. I think he should have had some sort of braids and it is also going to be probably just as loose and messy as it is in the picture since you know he likes a mele fighting.

2. Let him stay bald.

3. Fulgrim. Canonically hes already got the best hairstyle of all of his brothers but i think there must be something that would fit him best and also be a little more practical in a mele sword fight than having loose hair. I sadly havent found a male reference but it doesnt matter. So i would give Fulgrim a neat ponytail with a band probably made out of his own hair. Its practical, it shows how good hes hair is, its beautiful, its everything we need.

4. Perturabo. Hes focused a little too much on a practical side of things so i think if he had hair he would collect it into a bun. Not so neat since he does not really care about hair at all and it gets messy with time cause he just makes it in the morning and does not correct anything about it till the time he goes to sleep again unless the bun collapses. I also think he would have slightly curly hair because well greek. It also charcoal black.

5. Jaghatai Khan. Hes allowed to have messy hair because hes the definition of a mess himself and he messes around and pls stop me. I think his hairstyle is required to be a little more loose than its in canon because i dont think that a person like him would actually care about keeping his hair neat. Although i see him having a little ponytail on the back of his head the hair itself is just to short to be collected in one scrunchy.

6. Leman Russ. It was too easy to find lots of scandinavian kind of hairtyle references so there we have it: shaved sides with long braids going from the top of the head which is sometimes collected in a bun and sometimes not. Hairstyle had quite a meaning in the northen contries so i think hes the unexpected one to actually care about his hair and making his little braids. It must be some sort of a ritural for him.

7. Rogal Dorn. I honestly cannot see him with hair any longer than hes got in canon. Actually I see him as a person who would like it to be even shorter because you know another guy whos focused on practical stuff too much. He does not really care about hairstyle so his head is always neat but with nothing fancy or special. Hes hair looks like hes just gotten out of the army and is trying to grow it up but fails and cuts it short.

BUT i think he cares about his hair condition a lot because its quite hard to have a clear white hair when you are in constant war. Hes got plenty of purple shampoos to get rid of that annoying yellowness in his hair. One of the few of the primarch to actually use conditioner so altough his hair is short its the softes and the silkiest of all.

8. Konrad Curze. This was a difficult one actually. Most of his hairstyle habits disappear the moment he exits the Prime of Emperor after he finished his Fulgrims degree. And when he had any kind of hairstyle at all it was mostly made by Fulgrim himself so Konrad does not look like a junk rat while walking on his flagship.

I can imagine Fulgrim making poor Konrad having the worst and the most difficult hairstyle ever so he does not unbraid it himself or gets too frustrated by the structure before he finishes it. Maybe something that in M2 was popular among brides, all those hairstyle that requires at least two people to make it work on a head. Increadibly neat and shiny and silky though Konrad does not like it at all. Hes head is itchy hes eyes are pulled in two different direction because of how strong the tension on his temples is.

However Konrad does not shave his head bald out of protest. He just endures his fates.

9. Sanguinius. His hair must be so hard to work with because hes got the curliest of all curls so I think it would take a lot of time for him alone to make something of it properly. Thankfully hes got his sons who are all happy to help their dad with his hair and would probably fight each other for a chance to do so because its considered an honour.

He needs something that is strong enough to not fall apart during his flights and also beautiful so I decided it to be a head-circling braid or a few of them. It is held my several hidden hairpins and from outside it looks rather magical than real because of how good its made. His curls although are almost unnoticable.

10. Ferrus Manus. There is not that much to say about his hair outside of it being a total mess all of the time no matter how long or short it is. His hair must be very dry and so straight that it would never touch Fulgrimg stay in any kind of shape and will stick out in all possible directions like hes not a primarch but a hedgehog. If his hair ever grows up more than shoulder lenght it would look spiky.

Also no idea who the character is but his hair fits and also a little beard is something I can see Ferrus having.

11. Cut of his head while shaving it. Deserved.

12. Angron. Ive seen it somewhere as a canon fact but his hair must be red. So hes a redhead! Its cute! Since he was a gladiator there is not so much of things that he might have done with his hair so he would probably just keep it short. It wouldnt get too dirty in fights, practical and not as ugly as a bald head. Simple though not so neat because I think its kinda hard to wash it while being a slave.

Since hes got nails I think he would always have bristle because its hard to shave when you twitch all the time.

13. Roboute Guilliman. I do not know why hes hair is not curly since hes a walking reference to the Roman Empire. Anyway there is not so much to say about him too but I think hes really into accessories. Flower crowns, lauren wreathes, all that kind of stuff. Simple things like little golden leaves as hairpins too.

I also think that in 41M hes wreath hurts him because it has sharp leaves and is spiky in general so hes got little wounds on his temples all the time which sometimes bleed dirtying his hair and making him look even more like a figure of faith.

14. Mortarion. Hes hair is white or rahter colorless and very thin, also its very brittle considering all the toxic stuff hes met on his homeworld and also his casual habit of taking a glass or two of literal moonshine of his own making which is rather a promethium to human body than an actual drink. Since his hair is thin and brittle I think his hairstyle would be very uneven although he would still keep it long rather than shoulder or temple lenght. He lenght is different on every side of his head but somehow he does not look like a mess of a man who cannot take care of his own hair but rather like a fairy moth.

15. Magnus the Red. Hes a literal shapeshifter so he doesnt really care about whether his hair gets cut off or burnt during a fight or not because he can always grow it back in a minute using his warp magic. Although he still would need a hairstyle to attend some official meetings with humans or his brothers so this is it. I have no idea how to call it but with the hair of his it would look so great. It might appear to others like kinda messy but actually it is not and for Prospero where I can see this hairstyle to be quite traditional its very neatly made. Hes also into accessories like Roboute but for him its rather thin chains, strings and necklaces.

16. Horus Lupercal. Somewhere Ive read that hes got canonically red hair too so be it. Hes a redhead. If he wasnt bald he would have a short military hairstyle. Hes hair is straight, thick and healthy in every way though he does not do much to it. Hes got no actual hairstyle but hes very into royal kind of accessories. Crowns. wreathes, tiaras and diadems of all sorts. Nothing too extra like those gigantic russian crowns since he considers himself to be a rather warrior type of king. Its still too much in comparison to his other brothers.

17. Lorgar Aurelian. I think his hair is just like the Emperors because hes always compared to Him in terms of appearance. Brown. straight but not messy, very heavy. If he wasnt bald he would keep it long, much longer than his shoulders, probably to his waist. The hairstyle is simple yet sometimes quite excessive. Little braids with rings and chains of gold braided into them, sometimes with no braids at all and just the accessories put straight onto strands. And there is always a little too much of them than its required. Just as Sanguinius allows his sons to take care of his hair sometimes with braiding and washing it although it mostly Erebus and Kor Phaerons job.

18. Vulkan. Hes getting dreads since it was quite obvoius but its not that simple. I think on Nocturne its very important to keep you hair clean out of all that vulcanic junk that atmosphere is full of and dreads make it much easier to manage. The way it looks, amount of added colours and accessories is the way of showing a status of a person. Since Vulkan is a primarch his dreads would be very colorful and full of small details such as hollow gems, beads, tapes and belts. There must be lots of pieces of dragons` skin too. Its also very practical because a bun of dreads makes it much easier to work in a forge with long hair considering all the sweat and dirt.

19. Corvus Corax. I dont think hes the kind of a person who would put too much effort in his looks but its different with hair. Since hes got very thick hair and its canonically long I think he might grow it even longer and experiment with it a lot. There is a different hairstyle for fight, for meetings with humans, his brothers and his sons, for each and every special occasion. But i think he would prefer ponytails the because its simple, practical and still looks coold with that hair of his.

20. Alpharius and Omegon. Matching hairstyle. I havent found a reference pic for this one that would fit the vibe of the two of them. Its just crazy matching haistyles. Pink waist long dreads? They both got it. Blue quads with a shaved side? They are mirrorying each other. The older they get the more interesting it gets.

[sulfies]

So Altaïr and Ezio use terms of affection all the time with Desmond, but it doesn't look like Desmond uses any back to them. Like Altaïr and Ezio call Des Habibi and Tesoro all the time but he never calls them by cute pet names.

When Connor shows up, before they realize Connor isn't his given name, do you think they get confused when Desmond calls him Rathonhagé:ton? Like they think Desmond is calling him something sweet because they don't realize that's his name? I think Ezio would be especially bitter about it.

Anyway hope you're having a good day! 🩶

Not the call out, didnt realize yall noticed💀 I just dont like english pet names that much😭 I sadly dont see him the type to use "babe, hon, sweetheart, love etc" He probobly would actually I just dont like writing it lol He does enjoy getting called petnames tho

rather than pet names I like to think he on rare occasions (being drunk, wanting to annoy them, make them do smthn for him) uses the Shortened names like Connie/Radoo, Ezy/ez, Alty (never rlly normally tho) or If he really wants to rile em up "Mentor/é" "My prophet/s" "assassin" their own nicknames back at them" etc

Oh and.. "sir/s" tho thats just me wanting that kink in there :9

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That Idea is so smart tho and fun do

imagine with Ezio going "so when will I get a cool cute name from you like Connor? Ive been here longer than him :'(" and Desmond just looks at him unimpressed and maybe calls him fucking stupid in Connor's language.

realistically 2 smartass assassins would figure it out themselves that its probobly his real name💀 but its fun for dynamics so I dont think dumbing characters down is bad I just try to keep it away from becoming idk too... Ooc and trope-y? Even tho they are litterally ooc antime I draw them interacting lol

They would probobly be more jelous that they cannot pronounce it also (the accents dont help....Connor doesnt even want to hear Ezio try it tho he does appriciate them not giving up)

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I think Connor also wouldn't use petnames(esp english ones) but maybe he would give Desmond a Kanien'kéha name? Bc he knows Ezio and Altaïr would not be able to pronounce it (I am not sure tbh I have not researched the language or the native-culture on how love language works yet)

Maybe he would call Desmond "spirit" the first time he appears and just stick with it sometimes

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And ty I had a great day❤️ ate good food that I didnt have to pay for... What more could I ask🥹

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With the strenght of a fiery stallion and soul of a colibri you will never be able to tame this mighty beast. But if he deem you worthy theres no limits of what the two of you can acomplish.

In the world were Colibris kind roam free people adore and co-exist with them and nature. In this world birds are sacred. Birds, you say. Why birds? Well, let me explain. I told you people there co-exist with nature, but that wasnt always the case. Once they kept polluting the planet to the very extent in wich all the birds fell from the sky and died. They knew it was happening but they couldnt hinder it, wouldnt change. And then one day there were no more birds, not a single one. That was the harsh reality and a very real wake-up call for humanity. You might think it was then to late for anything to be done at all, but the people did manage to turn things around, and today they live in harmony with their planet, caring for it dearly. However, sadly, the birds never returned. But, you say, what has this to do with Colibri and the horses? You see, one day a horse was born that didnt look like the traditional kind and absolutely not like its brown parents. The foal was jet black with the softest feathers around his neck and tail. It was quite perplexing. And it didnt stop there, more and more foals were born different. Browns and grays, whites and multicolored ones of all variations. And then people realized, the horses reminded of different bird species! Truth was, the horses had taken the spirits of the birds into their hearts to carry and protect. And this is how they still exist, two souls in one body. One day the birds might be able to return to the world in own bodies again, to once more travel the skies and sing their songs. But until then the horses will keep safeguarding their spirits, and the humans will keep doing their best to restore the planet in wait and hope of that time to come.

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[emeritus-fuckers]

Hello, wondering how the Papa's would handle or comfort an s/o (during an episode) who has BPD. Thank you.

As someone with BPD, here ya go, anon. - Zenith/Jasper

Papas with s/o during BPD episode.

Primo

He knows you're having an episode before you do.

Can see the signs before hand, and immediately gets ready to help you with it, and is searching for your medication.

Gently tries to helps to work you out of it, and hugs you if it gets bad.

"I love you, Amore. No matter of your head, Si?"

Secondo

He gets it, He is bipolar after all.

Helps you in anyways that you prefer. Medication, self isolation, or a plethora of affection or words of encouragement. Anything you need.

Also calls in with your doctor to get you a higher dosage. Is with you the entire time.

"Chin up. You aren't alone. Got it?"

Terzo

He isn't bipolar, so he cannot completely understand, but damn does he try.

He'll get you anything you could need, and will help you with showering or eating, handing you your medications.

He'll read up on anything he needs too, and ask Omega for help of course, making sure to keep tabs on you. Doesn't fully understand how it works, but he tries.

"I am here, understand, Amore..?"

Copia

He also doesn't fully understand.

He tries super hard! Reads all the books, articles, and reads up on all the medications to see what would work best with you!

Is super attentive and looks out for any possible triggers you could have, and makes sure you never have to come in contact with them to the best of his ability.

Helping to remind you to take meds and too shower when needed.

"I am here, my love. And so is rigatoni!"

Old Nihil

At his age, he has a shit ton of mental issues that make him... somewhat passive when it comes to his mental capabilities, to put it gently.

He is absolutely in love with you, even if you have an episode and yell at him and say the worst things... he will just keep staring at you, completely in love.

He will try to cheer you up, offering whatever he can come up with.

Honestly, he's just so calm and in love it has 50/50 chance of making it worse of throwing you off completely.

Either way, he's with you no matter what. He loves you. And nothing can scare him off.

Young Nihil

Nihil might actually have undiagnosed BPD himself, which was sadly always swept under the rug by the Ministry.

So if you have an episode, he might have one too.

Sadly, unless you end up getting him a doctor and making him take meds, your relationship will not be very healthy.

It'd be very off and on unless you drag his ass to a psychiatrist.

And while he is oblivious about many things, he does eventually seem to learn what things may trigger an episode from you. You learn the same for him.

There's still a lot of struggle, but you slowly learn how to cope together.

~

Papas I-IV written by Zenith/Jasper.

Papa Nihil written by Nosferatu.

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[blacklight-creature]

☆IF IT ALL BURNS DOWN☆

Chapter 1:

Description: Phantom is summoned that's really it for this chapter

Tw: panic, brief depiction of burns

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Everything was suddenly dark but also blindingly bright it was freezing but also burning hot. It was quite deathly silent all of this happening within moments. Phantom's life in the pit although painful and lonely was familiar.....all of this so violently ripped from his claws in seconds.

Phantom's body was freezing only being covered by a tattered set of trousers, bandages and a shirt. The ground under him was frigid the cold seeping into his bones painfully as he became aware of his surroundings.

He looked around noticing that he was in a stone room that was only lit via candle light surrounding the circle he seemed to be in the middle of.

Adrenaline began to pump through his body as he looked infront of him and saw a man adorned in robes and skeletal paint towering over his body. Instinctively Phantom dashed to the back wall of the room knocking a candle over and onto his tail in the process, shrieking at the pain the flame cause by making contact with the sensitive skin of his tail. He looked back to where the man was and to Phantom's horror saw the figure approaching him. Phantom pressed his back against the cold stone wall hissing aggressively as his frills opened, scales mimicking eye patterns that some butterfly species are known to use to scare off predators, in an attempt to make himself look bigger as his tail lashed defensively.

Phantom made eye contact with the strange skeleton creature who knelt before him. The creature made no indication of aggression looking back at him with an expression with the only explanation too is that of sympathy.

The creature then spoke to Phantom "Hey, hey calm down I'm not going to hurt you little one, just breathe ok"?

Phantom calmed down after a minute or 2 of the man anxiously rambling in an attempt to help the kit, although Phantom was still incredibly suspicious of this unknown perso-

His thoughts were cut off by the man "Oh Satanas I forgot to introduce myself please forgive me for that. My name is Papa Emeritus IV but you can call me Copia" he nervously exclaimed with an even more nervous smile on his painted face. "You are currently in the summoning room, where you have been summoned to serve the dark duties of the Satanic ministry, you will accomplish this by helping around the ministry and performing as rhythm Guitarist for the ghost project!"

Phantom looked at the man he now knew as Copia with a confused gaze although he still nodded as if he had completely understood the man.

Copia smiles at the small quintessence ghoul infront of him "Now my Ghoul I must ask you a few questions if that's ok with you"?

Phantom looks unsure but mumbles a barely audible confirmation in response.

"Alright!" The man happily speaks "I only need to know 2 things off of you for now that being your name and age and don't worry this will only go on your file you can introduce yourself properly to the others later."

Phantom freezes at the mention of other not knowing what Copia could mean by other, but nevertheless tells Copia that his name is Phantom and he is 15 years old.

Copia looks at Phantom with what seems to be concern after the mention of him being 15 but doesn't say anything.

"Now Phantom I am a very busy man sadly, so I cannot show you the sights around the ministry at this moment so I will quickly leave to get a Ghoul who can give you a tour" with that Copia leaves Phantom alone in the summoning room shaking in fear at the thought of their being other Ghouls in the ministry, in the pit other Ghouls were a death sentence let alone a full pack of them. Phantom never had a pack in the pit being kicked out of his original pack at 5 then adopted by another quintessence ghoul a few weeks later who would later die in a fire which left Phantom with the scars that covered half his face turning the purple and blue of his skin bone white these scars also made one of his once bright orange eyes milky and blind. Ever since then its been Phantom alone against the whole of hell. Needless to say he did not like the idea of other Ghouls who could very easily kill hi-

Phantom's panicked thoughts are interrupted yet again by Copia joined by another much larger Ghoul.

The Ghoul in question had multicoloured locks that consisted of bright cyans and warm pinks, contrasting with the honey and copper patternings of their skin.

The Ghoul seemed to have noticed Phantom staring and smiled brightly at him, this appeared to Phantom though more as a snarl in attempt to intimidate him this caused Phantom to sqeak rather embarrassingly.

"Phantom this here is our multi Ghoul Swiss he will be showing you around today" Copia said motioning to the Ghoul who was now waving at Phantom politely.

"Now Seestor wants me to send her even more paperwork so I must go now Ciao!"

Notes: SORRY IF THIS IS BAD THIS IS TGE FIRST FIC IVE EVER PROPERLY WRITEN ALSO REALLY NEW TO TUMBLR SO IDK IF ITS WRITTEN RIGHT

[ottomanladies]

reallifesultanas Thank you very much for your answer! Yes I meant Dumas not Alderson sorry for that! Is there a reason for the illogical amount of salaries? I mean the earlier salary lists of registers clearly help us to indentify the sultanas. The 1555-1556 registers are 100% logical; the 1603-1604 registers are still logical: Safiye, Handan, aunts of Ahmed, great-aunt of Ahmed, great-great aunt's daughter (Ayse Hümasah), cousin of Mehmed III, far relatives. But then there is this one.. highest salary for the full sisters of the sultan is logical, but then what does the daughters of Murad III doing there? Fahri/Kamer and Hümaşah/Rukiye* are surely Murads and so Ümmügülsüm could be also Murad's... For the lesser salaries Beyhan, Safiye, Hatice I could imagine they were Mehmed III's, maybe Beyhan's Mustafa was Mirahur Mustafa? But these stipends are just not logical... (*Murad III's daughte Rukiye was said to be married to Nakkas Hasan not Huma). And for Ümmügülsüm there is that one report from 1688 (Katherine Trumbull) when it is said she developed a relationship with Sultana Ümmühan, the aunt of the deposed Sultan Mehmed IV, through visits to the harem. This Ümmühan could be Halil Pasha's wife and so Murad III's/Mehmed III's daugher, or is it more likely not an aunt but sister/cousin? Or she truly can be Ahmed I's daughter? There is this 85 numaralı Mühimme defteri that provide some informations suggesting suggesting Ümmügülsüm was sister of Murad IV. Sadly I dont have the book so I cannot check how true is this claim...

I hope you don't mind if we continue here on ottomanladies.

I know the harem register doesn’t seem to make sense from the point of view of hierarchy but we must remember that the hierarchy could be broken on the basis of favouritism. Maybe those aunts were more favoured than the others.

In this table we can see Gevherhan Sultan, a great-aunt of Ahmed I’s, the reigning sultan. Dumas mistakenly identifies her as a daughter of Murad III’s and a concubine of non-haseki rank, but the reality is she’s first because she’s the most senior princess alive. If you look closely at the second category — “Frais de bouche” — she receives the same amount as Ayse and Fatma, Safiye’s daughters. Gevherhan was quite favoured by Ahmed I because she had trained Handan in her household. Also, her late husband Cerrah Mehmed Pasha had performed Ahmed I’s circumcision. Borekçi says that she was the only recipient — apart from Handan and Safiye — of sable fur:

“A register preserved in the Topkapı Palace Archives gives further details of the gifts Gevherhan Sultan received from her great grand-cousin. At the beginning of this register, there are records of the furs and robes of honor sent by the new sultan to his larger family right after his enthronement on December 27, 1603. Here, Gevherhan Sultan is listed as a recipient of a sable robe (semmûr kaplu nimtâne) and recorded as the third female member of the dynasty after the retiring queen mother, Safiye Sultan, and the new queen mother, Handan Sultan, and before all other living sisters and daughters of Murad III and Mehmed III -- a clear indication of her privileged position. Later, on February 6, 1604, she again appears in the register, this time as the only female family member apart from Handan Sultan to receive a fur-trimmed silk robe.”

(I believe the 6 şehzâdegân are unmarried princesses that Ahmed still had to matchmake but this is another story)

I know it’s Rukiye that Öztuna says has married Nakkaş Hasan Pasha but he could be wrong tbh, it wouldn’t be the first time. Also, neither Sakaoğlu or Uluçay confirm this; they give no information about Rukiye except for the identity of her mother. Unfortunately Öztuna never gives his sources so we don’t know where he found that Rukiye was married to Nakkaş Hasan Pasha. I would trust the harem register and contemporary sources (the ragusian diplomat, in this case) more tbh… both say that Nakkaş Hasan Pasha was married to a princess called Hümaşah…

About Beyhan… the problem is the wife of Mirahur Mustafa Pasha went on to marry Cigalazade Sinan Pasha’s son Mahmud Bey in 1612, and died before 1620, the date of Mahmud Bey’s second wedding, which means she shouldn’t have been alive in 1638-39. The Ragusian letter date 1648, though, lists a Beyhan Sultan widow of “Nideli Mustafa Pasha”— unfortunately, I can’t say who this man is or what “nideli” means.

I do agree with you, though. I think that Beyhan, Safiye, and Hatice are daughters of Mehmed III. We know that seven princesses were married in the summer of 1613, after all. A letter dated July 1613 by a Ragusian diplomat, furthermore, says that “at the present there are fifteen sultanas”.

About Katherine Trumbull, I guess you mean this:

“While in Istanbul, Katherine had developed a relationship with Sultana Ümmühan, Mehmed IV’s aunt and sister to Ibrahim II. On 14 July 1688, Katherine met with Ümmühan for the first time, and the two women continued to meet in the imperial harem throughout Trumbull’s residence in Istanbul. During these visits, Katherine must have been accompanied by someone with knowledge of spoken Turkish, or else it is unclear how she would have been able to communicate with the women she met in the harem. At any rate, when she returned to the embassy, she brought to Trumbull news of things taking place in the Ottoman court.” — Ghobrial, John-Paul A, 'Overcoming Distance in Everyday Communication', The Whispers of Cities: Information Flows in Istanbul, London, and Paris in the Age of William Trumbull (Oxford, 2013; online edn, Oxford Academic, 23 Jan. 2014)

Unfortunately, William Trumbull’s diaries were not published, they’re in the British Library. I always like to cross-check my sources and the fact that I can’t read the original kind of annoys me. Ümmühan is quite an unusual name for an Ottoman princess: Ümmi means mother and Han sovereign, it kind of sounds like “valide sultan”, which is why I thought it was a title for a moment but I couldn’t find anything to confirm this. It is kind of interesting, though, that Öztuna says that Ibrahim’s eldest daughter was called Ümmügülsüm, who could have been named after another Ümmügülsüm (the one that in 1622 was unmarried? Who knows)

The Mühimme defteri is not a book but a collection of copies of all the imperial decrees or decisions taken in the imperial council. They’re numbered and the number 85 refers to the years 1630-31. You can find the PDF for free on the website of the Turkish National Archives but, well, it’s in Ottoman Turkish.

(This is one of them)

So I can’t really read it even though I have it.

[clownery-and-fuckery]

Someone took Plan 12 already, so I’m going to go with For the Glory of the Republic.

EEEEEEEEEEEE

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE THIS ONE IS MY FAVOURITE ✨️ V✨️!!!!!!!!!!!!

FTGOTR is a project that runs at the same time as Project Failsafe and Hecatomb Initiative, following Senator Lilla and her time as a Senator ✨️ v✨️

There are a good few plot points I wanna meet but here's a quick snippet!!!!

"–the first Galactic Empire!"

Applause shook the room as Lilla felt her breath catch. Behind her, Snip and Rodere drew up sharply, taken aback by the sudden volume.

"Empire?" Rodere echoed, helmet tilting towards Lilla. "What about the Republic?"

Lilla didn't answer- couldn't find anything to say. She looked around as senators applauded and cheered for this sudden and violent shift in their policies, as that same man stood at the centre of the growing storm.

This was not what anyone had ever spoken of- no one had ever mentioned an empire. Much less one as foreboding as this seemed to be.

No one cared. They all simply followed, a senseless, stupid crowd.

Her eyes found Padmé's, and the woman sadly shook her head, resting her chin on her cupped hands as she stared at their shattered democracy.

The senator didn't waste another moment, turning and marching from the room. Rodere and Snip met eyes, and followed after her.

This story will be multi-chapter and end shortly before Hecatomb does on the timeline, and I literally cannot wait. Its gonna be SO good.