#c: protector of a legacy

[butter-bubbles]

Alan Turing & Will Byers: How Will's Happy Ending is Foreshadowed by His "Historical Heroes" Project...

Wait, I just realized that the Alan Turing reference goes deeper than just Will's admiration for a gay historical figure by basically juxtaposing against Will's likely trajectory in S5 to show that he will have a happy ending!

I mean, I've basically had zero doubts that Will will be surviving S5 since S4 came out. It just makes no sense for what his character has been building up to; in fact, this post by our resident lawyer goes into detail about how the Duffer brothers have been setting up a happy ending for Will since S1. Specifically, his conversation with Joyce in S3 where he says he's "not going to fall in love", and then the Duffers' own admission that Will is going to come into his own as a hero and a protector after four seasons of being the protected one of the friend group.

But I never realized how Alan Turing's legacy has been juxtaposed against Will's heroic setup in S4.

So if you somehow don't know the tragic story of Alan Turing's life yet, he significantly expediated the British Enigma code-breaking efforts during World War II with his machine the Bombe and went on to help create the modern computer in his post-war career, only to be arrested and chemically c*strated for being gay by the British government. He died soon afterwards via ingested cyanide.

Will gives his historical heroes presentation on Turing in S4, clearly understanding the persecution that Turing faced in his life and relating it to his own sense of alienation.

This, to me, feeds right back into his own (understandably) pessimistic views about his likelihood of having love/a relationship in S3.

Here's this accomplished, intelligent, selfless, heroic gay man who was condemned by his own country after helping to save it from the brink of collapse. This is likely how Will views himself; that, if it ever came down to it, he'd probably have to sacrifice his own life to save his world and never even receive any love or recognition for it. It makes a lot of sense that Will would gravitate to the tragedy of Turing's life, especially given the fact that he was ready to sacrifice himself for the good of humanity in S2.

But it also shows exactly why Will needs a happy ending. If there's one thing that Stranger Things excels at, it's breaking the mold; we see this in Nancy's unconventional relationship, Lukas and Max's interracial coupling, Steve's redemption (and likely lack of partnership by S5), Rovickie's romance, El being the unlikely hero of Hawkins.

Everything points to the fact that Will will be rewarded for his bravery and heroism, and get his happy ending with his boyfriend after saving the world. Will is not going to be another Alan Turing. He can have it all, which is everything that Will deserves.

[sunofpandora]

Hii could I ask a request for Lo’ak or Neteyam with a shy Na’vi reader?

𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷/𝓭𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓼/ 𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼

Neteyam Sully x Fem!omaticaya! shy!reader.

Y/n was always a shy person. Growing up a war orphan, being raised alongside the sully kids, forging a bond and finding a plantonic soulmate within Lo’ak, a sisterhood rooted with Kiri and Tuk, a somewhat chaotic friendship with spider, She finds herself on a winding path of romance with the eldest sully brother….

Disclaimers:

Mentions of parent death, undiagnosed social anxiety, mentions of fear, panic attacks, nightmares,

Tooth rotting fluff.

Spider and Lo’ak being ‘y/n protectors’ 

Neteyam wanting to strangle them for it. Kiri being a crystal girlie. Tuk being a menace.

(This is not proofread or edited and was written on a phone.)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓.𖥔 ݁ .𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓.𖥔 ݁ ˖

Trust is a fragile thing. And most protect fragile things.

Sometimes, trust struggles to cross borders where shadows of regret and heartache dwell.

Sometimes we are held back, and our fears lapse until we are nothing more than lingering whispers in oblivion.

Y/n wasn’t a fragile thing.

At least, that’s what Jake convinced himself.

Jake Sully never saw himself as a father. 

Yet again, he never saw himself as 8 ft and blue either.

But I suppose sometimes we don’t find what we are looking for. We find something far deeper.

When Jake had his children, he was able to heal some of the scars of the past, some of history’s cruel rhyme schemes. Lapsing glimpses of the ones he had lost.

Watch a new life grow, vibrant with color from the gray-stained past. 

When Neytiri lost Tsu’tey, one of her closest friends and allies, it was like losing a brother. Sometimes soulmates are siblings, where others saw a replacement, a place holder for the sister she had lost, she saw Tsu’tey. The closest thing to a brother she would ever know.

Tsu’tey’s mate, Säyaron, the sole survivor of the couple, became pregnant a short while after Neytiri. 

Losing the child’s father, a detrimental dent in the woman’s life.

Säyaron was a fierce woman.

Chasing waterfalls and leaping over fire pits for the thrill. 

Everything made of revenge and fire coursing through her veins. Säyaron was a creature of habit. Like Neytiri, an archer. The finest of aim, the deadliest of gazes. A woman with lightning under her skin, her fingertips lingering the softest of touches in which she only reserved for her child.

Säyaron became ill, shortly after Y/N turned 3. 

Recovery was impossible. Säyaron’s daughter was placed in the hands of her people to raise. The omaticaya was entrusted to guide her.

Neytiri and Jake made a promise to themselves that they would honor Tsu’tey, and Säyaron’s legacy and many following, looking after this child as one of their own.

Th3 bravest of warriors deserve honorable epilogues.

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But have no fear. 

Where an epilogue begins, a second story surely follows.

Y/n was born a few months after Neteyam. 

Raised alongside the Sully children, Y/n was a rather quiet little one.

Y/n often dwelled herself with Norm’s bunch. The war orphaned children he ‘adopted’ soon after the battle of the hallelujah mountains, Spider included.

Although, Y/n wasn’t one for crowds.

Her shyness built herself a barrier from others, and sometimes a rather strong one at that.

She fared well with Lo’ak, Kiri, even Spider. But outside of the small circle of sully’s, her attamepts at socializing seemed to lapse over dead ends, to no avail. 

But she wasn’t fragile.

No. Fragile wasn’t the right word.

Soft?

No. Soft is for objects. 

 Poor thing would even flinch when Jake would drop something, or when little Tuk would start wailing during her infantry years.

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“Shhhh…ma’prrnen…”

Neytiri cooed, scooping up Tuk from her tiny woven made carrier.

Y/n peaked out from behind the small bow holder, sat perched was a couple hunting spears and the bow that was formerly eytukans. 

Neytiri smiles at the child.

“Y/n, would you like to hold her?”

Neytiri reached her free arm out, motioning the little one over.

Neytiri hadn’t adopted y/n, not to the same degree of officialness as Kiri.

But the little one was still one of her children. Under her care, her love, her guidance.

Y/n froze up. Her tail twitched, her ears pin back, she shook her head and scurried away. Slinking back into the corner hooded by the shadows.

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Jake looked after Y/n like a daughter. 

Holding her small hand within his whenever the family traveled, keeping her close, his eyes lingering on her for just a beat longer whenever Lo’ak dragged her off to play some stupid game.

Children aren’t perfect. 

Of course, if there’s one thing Jake has learned from becoming one of the people, it’s that na’vi are significantly better people than humans. Smarter, that’s for one. Their fingertips stained with the brown dirt of the great mother’s skin instead of the oil that rusted off of the RDA machines.

Na’vi may not be human, but they are still people.

Imperfect, flawed creatures at times. 

When he first met Neytiri, he had no knowledge of this. Blinded by the beautiful, towering azure-skinned goddess she appeared as, who fancied herself Cupid, striking an arrow through his heart in all the wrong places.

As he learned, as he grew, he realized that Na’vi weren’t aliens at all.

Children still bickered over toys and petty games, teenagers still gossiped over who wore the feathered top better, or who hunted the most game, who was to be mated first, and last.

Jake’s children were typical examples of this.

“Why should I let you have it?!”

“I had it first!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Lo’ak you liar!”

Jake sighed, rubbing his fingers against his temples, hitting the pressure points Mo’at taught him about, attempting to soothe the headache that brewed.

Ah, the joy of children.

He glanced over at Lo’ak and Kiri, the trouble twins, as Jake called them. 

Lo’ak, the spawn of recklessness in every form.

Boyish as the word comes, you find sensitivity, if you turn him over, backwards and then upside down again, and graze your fingertips over the right edges.

Or in his case, one fingertips too many.

And Kiri, a mysterious creation. Who’s heart beats with the rhythm of eywa’s pulse. Who’s eyes longed for otherness.

Things that grew beyond the edge of her grasp. Beautifully out of place.

He peered down at Y/n, who had perched herself next to him. A feather top covered her chest, similar to the one Kiri wore., handmade by Neytiri.

Her hair, a dark void of charcoaled honey brown, small beads adorned the shoulder length braids. 

Jake sighed, running a hand along her back.

“What are we gonna do with them, babygirl, hm?”

Y/ns ears perked up, looking up from the small flower stems she was braiding.

Y/n was a shadow.

Slipping into backgrounds, the darkness in small corners and shades of trees becoming a sanctuary of silence.

A shell of what Jake was accustomed to. Jake didn’t like silence. Silence was daunting. It’s something that demands attention.

Y/n wasn’t silent. She was quiet. There’s a difference. A paradox of hidden things could only be heard when gently whispered, not pried open.

She fiddles with the woven strands on his armband, he allows her, his voice quiet to not overbear her. 

She treats the flowers like living things.

Gentle, small things with lungs and a heart, just like her. When Lo’ak was 4, y/n 5, he grew a habit of carelessly stomping through the tswakesyul flower bed whenever he and spider raced up the creek, the small noises of nervousness that fell from Y/n’s lips, little hands itching to wilt them up to their right side again.

Where others looked over a tiny, withered voice and shaky hands, stuttering speech and unbraided hair that was known as Y/n, Jake and Neytiri saw a child who cared. Longed for something to protect without the consistency of burdening noise to shake her.

A child who watered the flowers, planted extra seeds, picked more fruit than she could carry because she cared too much.

Jake watches as Y/n carefully braids the flowers. Her fingers weaving between the stems, gently cradling stories.

Stories?

Yes, Stories.

Plants harbor memory. 

Memories that we cannot see.

Well, Jake can’t at least.

Where he saw a leaf, Y/n saw a piece of the great mother that had grown through the seasons, refusing surrender during Great storms, but instead be blown with the wind to find itself placed here, on the ground. Stories of stars and wild skies, such fragile things like flowers spoke to her.

“I HATE YOU!”

“I hate you times Infinity, Lo’ak!

Penis face-!”

“Hey! That’s enough. Don’t make me come over there.”

Jake glared at his two children.

Kiri huffed, her chin tilted up in disapproval of Jake’s intervention.

She was Grace’s child, through and through. Don’t believe me? Grace’s sass still haunts us all.

“She started it!”

Lo’ak protested, snatching the toy away from Kiri who snickered as she whacked him with her tail.

“Ow! Dad-!”

“Enough. Kiri, go over there, Lo’ak, you over there.”

Jake stood up, withdrawing himself from his peaceful spot in the shade with Y/n.

Grabbing Kiri by one arm, Lo’ak by the other.

“No fair. Dad, we wanna play!”

Kiri whines.

“Then play away from one another, please?”

 Lo’ak huffed, like the petty 7 year old he was, 

“Fine. I’m gonna go play with…”

His hands dangled at his sides, eyes flickering for his next victim-

I mean playmate.

“Y/n!”

Before Jake can protest, Lo’ak jogs his way over to Y/n. Roughly grabbing her by her arm and dragging her away towards the shallow creek, Jake sometimes took Neteyam to practice fishing.

A small squeak of surprise leaves Y/n’s lips.

”lo’ak! Gentle for Eywa’ s sake.”

Jake scolded.

Lo’ak waved his dad off, ridding his remark from the Pandora air.

“We’ll be back soon! I promise! We’re gonna go play in the river!”

“Be home by sundown. And be careful!”

Jake sighed, taking Kiri home to go play with baby Tuk and Neteyam.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓.𖥔 ݁ ˖

Spider roared playfully as he chased Y/n and Lo’ak.

Lo’ak, Spider, and Y/n forged themselves into a nest of chaos.

It stunned Jake, to see two na’vi children treat a human like one of their own, helping him re-twist his locs and paint his skin the colors of their culture in hopes it’ll stain itself a new life in its wake.

It scared Jake, in a way. 

To see bonds forged out of something so undeniably dangerous.

The kind of paradox of love that was stitched together out of mismatched pieces.

They fit if you place them in the right position.

The deepest rivers, the vastest of oceans, kindred with the sun, the moon, the stars.

You can’t have 1 without the other 2 tagging behind.

Trust. That’s what the 3 had.

Neytiri and Jake watched from afar, their looming shadows remaining unveiling over their children.

Neytiri saw spider as nothing but a burden.

The type of animal with no hope of survival, but refuses surrender. It clings to life even in the excess of misery.

Neytiri’s anger was a shallow thing.

Yet, it roots itself deeper than Jake could reach. A daughter of the forest, whom dances where other struggle to stand on uneven ground.

When it came to Spider, it awakened A destructive havoc we call distrust, introduced officially as our antagonist.

A costume. An actor. Entertainment in its most pathetic form. A pale child painting their self blue.

Wishing for the type of dream that lets him sleep in longer.

That’s what Neytiri saw.

When jake looked at Spider, he saw an unfinished canvas.

That’s why Spider paints himself.

“He belongs with his own kind.”

Jake looks towards his wife, his eyes glancing a pattern between the trio and his mate.

“He’s just playing.”

Jake adds, the mumble lingered in the pandora air.

Neytiri clicked her tongue, wincing a bit as she watched the boy roughly pull on Y/n’s tail.

Something she would have considered harmless roughhousing, if Spider was a na’vi child.

Neteyam peeked from behind his mothers leg, his tail flicking curiously as he watched his brother, Y/n and spider run around.

“I am the hungry thanator! Coming to eat you all!”

Spider hissed, running to catch up with Lo’ak and Y/n.

“Not with those legs you’re not!!”

Lo’ak jumped into a higher branch, one which spider couldn’t reach.

“Lo’ak! No fair! I can’t reach!”

Spider complained, attempting jumping for a few failed attempts at catching the mischievous na’vi boy.

“No way! I’m not trying to get eaten!”

“I’m still on the ground!” 

Y/n waves her arms around, signaling to spider to come get his free meal.

Y/n wasn’t like Lo’ak. When she played with spider, sparing him the difficulty of things his body wasn’t made for. 

Spider’s eyes lit up and he roared once again, charging at Y/n, feet assaulting the ground beneath him with splashes in the shin-deep water.

Y/n squealed and found herself tackled by the human boy.

“Caught you! Now I will feast!”

Spider laughed.

“I’ll protect you Y/n!”

Lo’ak tackled spider, Neteyam watched as chaos ensued between the three.

“Neteyam, you wanna go join them, bud?”

Jake nudged his eldest lightly.

But teyam shook his head, his feet rooting him close to Neytiri.

Neteyam was jealous. 

No. He wasn’t gonna admit it.

To see y/n with spider and Lo’ak, yelling wildly, as if the two reckless boys barricaded her in a circle of safety in which she could shed her skin and become her true self.

Why couldn’t she have that with neteyam?

Neteyam thought of himself as a nice person.

Neteyam had a fascination with Y/n.

Often found himself trying to climb over the barrier she had built around herself.

Jake called it a ‘puppy crush’.

What’s a puppy? 

Neteyam didn’t know. Nor did he care, really.

At age 8, Neteyam was the kindest soul you’ll ever meet.

Kind, gentle, beloved by all of his friends in the village.

And trust me; teyam had lots.

Quite the popular kid.

There was a time where Neteyam was following his father, bow in hand, his steps unfaltering in speed, skipping over rocks as he trailed behind Jake, whom walked with his head high, ready to take his eldest fishing.

“Alright, bud. Gotta make this one quick. I promised your mom I’d get you home before sundown.”

“Okay dad…”

Neteyam’s words trailed off as he found his steps lacking perfect pace behind the taller na’vi.

A bit beside him, a na’vi girl came into view, quietly poking and picking at the flowers with a steadied gaze.

Stomped on, withered tswakesyul under the fingertips, it only took him a second to realize it was Y/n.

Neteyam’s feet moved before his mind could.

“Y/n?”

She squeaked at the sound of his voice; her eyes widening a bit; and she stared like a deer in headlights.

“Hi teyam.”

Her voice is quiet, a fragile thing.

“Whatcha doing? Is that a flower? It’s pretty. Tswakesyul are mama’s favorites-“

Neteyam pauses mid sentence as he sees Y/n struggle to answer his overwhelming questions.

Her mouth opens and closes, but no words form a grand execution.

Choppy breaths, stuttered scentences.

Neteyam sits patiently, awaiting her voice to flood his ears.

Neteyam was a kind child. Patient like his mother, growing into a noble warrior with dreams of ikran wings and victorious wind races, running through lightning and chasing rainclouds.

To execute these wild fantasies?

He couldn’t. 

It was like a wall he couldn’t climb.

Even at 8 years of age.

To give in, to fall off the edge, it was like a rope constantly pulled him back to safety. To familiarity and warm scents, to comfort and warm touches from dying fire pits, in a way he envied Lo’ak, who ran through wildfires like it’s his life mission.

No cozy fires for him.

Neteyam never saw y/n as a fragile thing.

Not a thing to be studied or observed.

And yet, the girl whom showed a rare generosity towards something as fragile as a flower….

It enraptured his heart.

Neteyam, once 8, is now 19.

Muscles rippling, stance widening, strength conquering.

He was everything.

He was a hunter, stealthy, silent, graceful, like his mother.

He was a warrior, proud, confident, intelligent like his father.

Expectations were heavy things. Tying him down like weights to a shoulder.

Growing as the future chief, the son of Toruk Makto. Neteyam found himself stuck under an un-surrendering shadow.

Neteyam was sunlight. A tyrant of honor, violent with color, sun-streaked glowing flaxen running through his veins. Reminisce in his laugh, it’s bright enough to challenge the sun and the sky. 

 Haunted by the atonement of loneliness, with the unburdened carefree childhood withering away with each year.

The vexatious luminescent deity we claim to be sunlight, provides no sanctuary to a shadow.

He was the dawn that climbed the mountains slowly at first light, he was the sunsets that bleed through the sky, a lingering shield that protected the lands from the thousand eyes that would soon litter the dark sky, withering into a thin strip of horizon.

Neteyam never stood where he couldn’t see. 

The sun that became mere background noise, a shadow of a looming ruler who no longer throned once night fell.

Watching the moon glow, constantly providing, but never falling off the edge.

With the vengeful thief we call time, Y/n grew into an 18 year old.

Y/n Is a shadow. Dwelling under dim fires, glowing under the moonlight. Sometimes Neteyam thought the universe could fall apart in her hands, and she’d whisper to it like one of her flowers.

A kaleidoscope of perfect curves and colors, sunlit eyes and gentle hands.

Y/n yearned for darkness.

The quiet of the night, the whispers of stardust, the heartbeat of the moon.

where she can touch the consolation within isolation. It is not loneliness she desires, but fixations on the introspection of her affection.

Where she can unravel stories in the leaves, the trees, the earth, the petals of a tsawkesyul.

Neteyam fantasies sporadically.

Dreaming is a dangerous thing.

Is it wrong?

That he yearned for her like she yearned for her flowers?

Had dreams of kissing her neck, dragging his nose along her pulsepoint

feeling the curve of her hips beneath his palms?

Feeling her breath, her heartbeat.

To thread his fingers through her braids. To love her. To kiss her from teh perfectly curved cupids bow and down, worshiping her every breath.

Oh Eywa. Let him pretend.

Let him pretend like the day he stood behind his mother’s leg, watching Y/n and his brother. Pretending it was him, pretending he was with her then.

Pretending he was with her now.

Pretending he was hers. Hers to ruin, hers to kiss, to gently drag her fingertips over.

He longs for her laughter. To chase one another while the sun burns out, the sky submerging into a sunset violent and rebellious with color. The last salvageable stretches of sunlight flirting with her eyes, she serenades him with the aubade of her laughter. Proclamations, promises, and monuments fade behind him.

Those unscathed hands cradling her stories. Her flowers. Her sun

He wants to be her sun.

Trust me.

Trust me please.

Look at me.

Can’t you see me?

Neteyam wants to scream it.

Trust me to treat you like one of your flowers.

Neteyam was sunlight.

Y/n was a shadow.

Can we be an eclipse?

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First request finished! this will become a mini series. I’m thinking 3 or 2 parts? The next parts will be WAY less fancy and extra I promise. This was just kinda a build up to Neteyam and Y/n’s blossoming romance. im actually so excited for this work and I had so much fun writing it. writing it was kinda a blur, yk? like I just sat down and thought “shy reader? Okay-“ And then I started typing and I couldn’t stop 😭

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@neteyamsoare

luv you bby hope you enjoyed 💙

[horizoncountdown]

Character Dossier: Aloy (Countdown ‘verse)

Aloy

Culture:

Nora (raised)

Mixed (adopted)

Birth:

April 4th, 3021 (age c. 19)

ELEUTHIA-9, All-Mother Mountain, The Sacred Lands

Gender:

Female

Eye Colour:

Green

Hair Colour:

Red

Affiliation(s):

Talanah Khane Padish

Carja Hunter’s Lodge

Avad

Carja Royal family

Vanguard

Petra Forgewoman

Vanasha

Uthid

Sylens

Aratak

Aratak’s Werak

CYAN

GAIA

GAIA Gang

Beta

Hekarro

Tenakth Marshals

Jurassic Pack (Blue, Charlie, Delta, Echo, Lil’ Beta and Vicki)

Solarflare

Tidebreaker

Seyka

Gerrit

Seyka’s family

Khita

Khita’s family

Profession:

Huntress

Machine Hunter

Position:

Outcast (formerly)

Brave (before appointed Seeker)

Seeker

Anointed of All-Mother

Thrush of Sunhawk Talanah Khane Padish (shared with Milu)

Banuk Werak Chieftain (temporarily)

Alpha Prime of Project Zero Dawn (joint)

Leader of the GAIA Gang

Hekarro’s Champion

Family:

Elisabet Sobeck (genetic blueprint)

Rost (Guardian/father)

Beta (Genetic twin)

Seyka (Partner)

Kina (adopted sister)

Khita (adopted aunt)

Aliases:

#LK1A1-4510

Aloy of the Nora

Aloy, Despite the Nora (Nickname for herself and used by Talanah)

Aloy Machinehunter (Nickname for herself with Petra)

Flame-Hair (Nickname by Petra)

Little Spark (by Gera)

Little Huntress (by Vanasha)

Anointed of the Nora (by the Nora)

The Saviour of Meridian (by the Carja)

Red (Nickname by Salma and Delah & Boomer)

Troublesome Redundant Copy (by Gerard)

Commander (by Kotallo)

Hekarro’s Champion (by the Tenakth)

Blood Hair (by the Tenakth)

Desert Flame (by Drakka)

Wall-Breaker (by the Sky Clan)

Living Ancestor (by the Quen)

She Who Flies on the Wings of the Ten (by the Tenakth)

Ginger Avenger (by Walter Londra)

Sunwing (Petname by Seyka)

Darling (Petname by Seyka)

Aloy, Daughter of Rost (Quen familial name)

Sis (by Beta)

Arms and Armour:

Armour/Outfits:

Main;

Nora Thunder Warrior - Main battle armour. Made by Aloy.

Nora Tracker - Main hunting attire/flying attire. Made by Aloy.

Nora Huntress - Main casual outfit. Mede by Teb.

Other;

Tenakth Tactician and the First face-paint (Hekarro’s colours) - Gift from Hekkaro for stopping Regalla

Utaru Protector (Early Autumn) - When in Utaru territory

Carja Blazon (Blood Dusk) - Gift from Talanah. When in the Sundom

Nora Anointed – For official business with the eastern tribes.

Has but doesn’t wear much;

Oseram Artificer – From Salvage Contracts

Weapon(s):

Death-Seeker’s Shadow - Won from the Arena

Iriv’s Downfall - Won from the Arena

Carja’s Bane - Won for winning the Gauntlet races

Legacy’s Reach - A gift of thanks from Legacy’s Landfall.

Brawlbreaker - Made by Petra on commission.

The Tie That Binds - Traded for from Fleet’s End.

Champion’s Spear - Token of Gratitude from Sun-King Avad

Specter Gauntlet - Retrieved from Zeth, and upgraded after killing Pirik

[antispopausandstuff]

no one asked, but here we go:

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every spop-centered AU i have so far ( most of them are not public and just live in my brain or in some discord chat )

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Virtues Universe - A universe that centers around Adora and Catra's ( positive ) sisterly relationship, Catra joining the Rebellion alongside her sister. Includes Adonnie and Catfuma ( Adora x Lonnie, Catra x Perfuma ) and Adora becoming a Rebellion Leader before becoming She-Ra ( in s2 ). I think this is the one AU I have where Catra isn't a bad person, lol.

Her Heart Universe - A universe where Adora is an alien on Earth, and is in the care of Mara and Razz. Includes learning values, social struggles, and episodic stories turning into a serialized "we gotta get our shit together or die" story.

Two Suns Universe - A universe where the key sibling relationship is Adora and Kyle, rather than Adora and Catra. Includes loving siblings, redemption arcs, Crimson Waste Kyle, and Kyle x Rogelio x Bow. Lots of Kyle love.

The Wilted Flower Universe - A universe where Adora's 'dead' ( bc Catra ), but her spirit resides, and She-Ra has taken over her form, desperate to keep her wielder alive. Includes a lot of violence, arguing, and blood, as She-Ra is unhinged in this universe and I love it. Not self-cest or a She-Ra x Adora AU, don't be weird.

Pearl Of The Sea Universe - A universe where Adora is a mermaid and Entrapta finds her in her boss' lab. Includes lovers to enemies to ??? ( entrapdak ), found family, and typical corrupted workforce.

Until It Ends Universe - A universe where Adora suffers from amnesia, She-Ra is an unknown entity, and the only thing she remembers is the Sword of Protection and is meant to serve it and its legacy. Includes folklore, forming friendships, ??? to enemies ( catra ), and discovering lost memories. Inspired by BOTW.

Ready To Go Universe - A modern universe where Adora and co use social media to boost their cafe's reputation. Includes Angella being Adora's mother figure, long distance relationships, found family ( again ), and cutting ties.

The Ghost Of Her Universe - A universe where Adora is a ghost, and a friend of hers tries to figure out how she died. And Glimmer and Bow are there too. Includes abusive background, manipulation of the higher-ups ( SW and Catra don't talk about why she died ), and friendly, but sad ghost.

To Be Loved Universe - A universe in the process of being reworked, but is essentially a s5 rewrite ( with some rewritten details of previous seasons ), and Adora is allowed to swear. Incluces Catra being a cunt and getting told to fuck off, rebuilding friendships, and an unexpected pairing.

Can't Sleep Universe - A universe focused around my c*tradora kid, Elizabeth Randor ( Izzy ), who is very bitter and angry with her parents ( mostly Catra ). Includes abuse, divorce arc ( that's a thing, apparently ), and healing.

The Whispering Woods Universe - A universe where Adora is raised by Madame Razz and Light Hope and is a fierce protector of the Whispering Woods, setting up traps and making spells. She-Ra most likely doesn't exist in this AU. Includes learning about the past, Grandma // Grandkid dynamic, and Adora being a nerd.

Desert's Flowers Universe - A universe where Entrapta raises Adora instead after the little one runs away from the Horde. Includes loving mother, family to complicated, strangers to allies to friends to ??? to enemies ( entrapdak again ), and Horde Prime being a douche.

The Lightning's Song Universe - A universe where Adora was locked away in the Prison Dimension for 100 years, and is considered a 'corrupted heroine'. However, Glimmer and Bow decide to unleash her, hoping she'd be their best bet against the Horde. Includes discovering the truth, unhinged rageful Adora ( we stan ), and earning trust.

The Soulmates Universe - A more historian universe where Adora and Bow have to fake-marry for social reasons, and struggle with internalized queerphobia as they fall in love with people that aren't each other. Includes best friends, what love really means, and identity metaphors.

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Cross-Over Universes

Danganronpa - Adora is the Ultimate Warrior, who may be considered the 'second Mukuro', depending on who you ask. Is best friends with Sakura and Hina ( including others ).

Teen Titans - Adora gets involved in a freak accident and is sent to the TT universe and joins the group. Adora x Starfire is a thing.

Sonic the Hedgehog - Light-hearted fun, mainly just Adora thinking Sonic is really cool and vice-versa.

Mario - Again, simply light-hearted fun, Adora thinks Peach is amazing and has her as an idol.

Voltron - I know. I know. But she'd be best friends with Lance, and that's all the reason I need.

almost all AUs feature Catra getting her ass whooped.

[malnutx]

☆ﾟ.*・ ◞ danielle rose russell /cis-female / white / she / her ——— is that hope mikeelson on bourbon street ? the 24 / 28 year old tribrid who stay in the french quarter district ? i heard their parents are klaus mikaelson and hayley marshall. they are notoriously known for loyal & compassionate but also reckless & self sacrificing. which is probably why they are considered the protector around town.  i wonder if they had their tarot cards reading, yet? either way, the cards on the table will reveal their fate soon enough // tk, 31, she/her, gmt.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄:

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Hope Mikaelson NICKNAME: hop. hobby. hobby. hopester 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 28 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄:  May 2, 2012 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍: New Orleans 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: New Orleans O𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: student

P E R S O N A L I T Y

traits:  (+)loyal & compassionate, (-) reckless & self sacificing

B A C K G R O U N D

Hope Mikaelson, at 28 years old, exudes a youthful vitality that often makes her appear as if she’s just 24. With striking features framed by long, dark hair that cascades in effortless waves, her piercing emerald green eyes reveal a depth shaped by both compassion and turmoil. Known throughout her community as "the Protector," Hope has earned this title through her unwavering loyalty and fierce commitment to those she cares about. She possesses an instinctual drive to defend the vulnerable, often throwing caution to the wind in her reckless pursuits. Whether she’s intervening in a dangerous situation or confronting threats head-on, Hope is always ready to put herself on the line for others. Her bravery is matched only by her deep compassion; she has an extraordinary ability to understand the struggles of those around her, making her not only a fierce guardian but also a trusted confidante. However, the weight of her lineage adds a layer of complexity to her character. As a member of the Mikaelson family, Hope grapples with the legacy of her ancestry. The supernatural powers she has inherited can feel like a double-edged sword—offering both immense strength and heavy burdens. She strives to carve out her own identity amid the expectations that come with her heritage, often torn between the responsibilities of her family and the desires of her heart. In every encounter, Hope embodies resilience and determination. Her life is a delicate balance of embracing her abilities while navigating the challenges they bring. As she walks the line between protector and warrior, Hope Mikaelson stands ready to face whatever darkness may threaten those she loves, driven by an unyielding spirit and a heart full of compassion.

[sonicstorybook]

The King’s Champion

A SatBK AU where Shadow is the one sent to Camelot and Sonic is the doppelgänger- the one and only King Arthur!

Part: 3/4

Summary: Arthur the Hedgehog pulled the legendary sword Caliburn from the stone, and he became King Arthur, the ruler of Camelot. Shadow the Hedgehog appears in a flash of magic in the middle of his banquet hall, and he becomes Arthur’s problem. As the sun rises over the kingdom, a pre-dawn conversation between both hedgehogs also helps them reach... well, not quite a mutual understanding, but progress is progress!

(Shadow doesn’t know where he is, what’s going on, or why he’s there- but it doesn’t matter. He’s Shadow the Hedgehog, the world’s ultimate life form, and he’s going to play this weird game by his rules.)

Contains: Pre-relationship/platonic Arthadow (Arthur the Hedgehog x Shadow the Hedgehog)!

Rating: G

Word count:   1,820

Note: I figured out the issue! The new post editor. C,: Back at legacy and no word limit- but I’m going to split the last part into another post so I can make another lil chapter header image ahaha.

Also, other characters introduced this part:

Sir Gawain is Knuckles the Echidna! Sir Lamorak is Jet the Hawk! Sir Kay is Scourge the Hedgehog! Sir Gareth is Mighty the Armadillo!

“Sire!” Well, more like broken open, as Gawain’s armored fist tears through the solid wood easily. (Arthur makes a mental note to get the tower and the door repaired.) The knight of the sun runs up to him, a worried frown darkening his face, “Are you well, my lord?!”

“I'm great!” Arthur tries to keep his composure, but he’s still energized from the unexpected adventure. Lamorak, his newest knight, is the first to follow after Gawain, followed by more of his knights. Kay is the very last one through the door, looking bored and unconcerned as he picks at his sharp teeth. Typical. His brother didn’t care about things outside of his area of responsibility, and he knew Arthur could take care of himself. 

Arthur gives his knights a reassuring smile, gesturing at them to lower their weapons, which most do with varying levels of reluctance. Lamorak, notably, does not, but the hawk is too hungry to make a name for himself to ever take a passive role. Most of his other knights seem content to let Gawain take the lead, “Shadow just showed me the most marvelous trick with the wind, ‘Wain! It was like a dream-”

“Is that so?” Gawain glances at Arthur, scanning him quickly for visible injuries, before turning his attention to Shadow. He puts himself between the hedgehogs, standing in front of his king as he eyes Shadow warily, “Where is your cape? Did this churl take it?”

Arthur sighs deeply as Gawain doesn't see him. His knight noticed his symbol of authority was missing, but Gawain didn’t notice the brightness in Arthur’s eyes or the genuine smile on his face. A true warrior and protector, so focused on the potential threat to the crown that he doesn’t realize the crown is fine. Actually, the crown is better than he has been in a long time.

“I’m a hedgehog,” Shadow answers Gawain defiantly with a chilly glower of his own. 

“And what do I want with a rag?” Shadow crosses his arms over his chest, a sign of dismissive self-assurance that has Gawain bristling. Only someone very brave or very foolish would dare face Gawain when the sun is so high in the sky, and Arthur isn’t sure which one Shadow is as he keeps antagonizing the knight of the sun, “Your king is simply careless.”

“How dare you!” Gawain takes an aggressive step forward, slicing the air with his hand in his outrage. Some of his other knights react poorly to the comment, too, making sounds of disagreement as their hands rest on their weapons threateningly. (It’s a pity Guin isn’t there. She’s mastered the art of laughing in her eyes while keeping her expression prim and proper, and she would have undoubtedly agreed with Shadow’s assessment. At least Lamorak, still so new to knighthood and not yet versed in the ways of the court, guffaws as his beak widens in an amused smile that makes Arthur feel like he’s more than just a king.)

“Do not speak to him so familiarly, imposter!” Gawain demands angrily, circling Shadow warily.  In his haste, the knight of the sun did not bring Galatine with him, but his armored fists and legendary strength are formidable enough on their own.

“Imposter?!” Shadow echoes back, offended, baring his teeth in a snarl. He matches Gawain step for step, quills bristling up angrily, “Me?!”

“You may look like Lancelot, but you cannot fool me!” Gawain cracks his knuckles, and stretches his shoulder, telltale signs he’s getting ready to fight, “I will not allow you to try and steal Lancelot’s place! Just like you took the king’s cape, no doubt! You are undoubtedly seeking to replace him as the Queen’s champion!”

“Gawain…” Arthur calls out wearily, knowing that now that he’s worked up, the echidna won’t listen to anyone- not even the king, “He didn’t take my cape, the wind did.”

Gawain, predictably, ignores him since his attention is glued on Shadow.

“You have Lancelot’s face, but nothing else!” Gawain reaches back and lunges forward, fist first. Shadow jumps out of the way, but the force of the wind nearly knocks Kay off of his feet, “You don’t have his skill!”

“Kay-” Arthur starts to call out to his foster brother, but the green hedgehog waves him off irritably as he dusts off the front of his robe.

“His grace!” Gawain roars, throwing another punch Shadow skillfully avoids, although the stone floor isn’t so lucky. Debris flies into the air as several cobblestones burst with the force of the impact.

Shadow doesn’t dodge the next punch so much as he disappears from where it was aimed. “And none of his honor- Huh?!”

Gawain only has a few moments to look confused before Shadow appears behind him in a flash of energy. The hedgehog’s eyebrows are drawn together tightly in a ferocious scowl, and in the blink of an eye, Shadow kicks the knight in the back of the head. 

Gawain’s helmet takes the brunt of the impact, metal meeting metal with a hollow clunk, but the force of it still sends the echidna flying face-first into the ground. It’s deathly silent as everyone seems to hold their breath, surprised and not sure how to react.

Shadow kicked Gawain in the back of the head.

Gawain shakes his head, looking at Shadow over his shoulder with a bewildered expression. The serious hedgehog glowers back at him, half-crouched down like he’s ready to continue the fight. Time has come to a standstill in this long, quiet moment.

It’s not funny that Shadow kicked Sir Gawain of Orkney, knight of the sun and a proud son of Camelot, in the head.

Gawain’s temper and hostility make sense- he’s worried about Lancelot. He sees a stranger with his best friend’s face and immediately assumes it’s Shadow’s doing. Quite a reasonable assumption, given Lancelot’s mixed experiences with magic. Even worse, Shadow is with Camelot’s king now, and is too dangerous an unknown to leave unchallenged. Gawain was simply getting carried away while trying to protect those he loved.

Shadow, for all his stoic indifference, is disoriented and frustrated. He doesn’t understand his new social environment, or realize how his words and actions are seen as provocative and insulting. Well, initially anyway. When Gawain unfavorably compared him to Lancelot, the echidna pushed on the still tender wound of his self doubt. Naturally, Shadow lashed out to protect himself and assert himself as powerful and capable by his own merits.

It’s not funny at all, in fact, it’s serious- Arthur only has moments to think of a suitable solution that keeps Gawain from being embarrassed, mollifies his knights, and somehow protects and restrains Shadow all at the same time. And yet laughter bubbles in his chest because Shadow kicked Gawain in the back of the head for calling him something other than ‘hedgehog.’ Just like he promised he would.

“Arthur?” Kay asks from his side in a moment, although he doesn’t look particularly concerned. His brother has a habit of sniffing out trouble and getting in the midst of it, no matter the collateral damage. Kay’s sharp teeth are pulled into a smile, blue eyes glinting with mean delight, which means he found this just as amusing as Arthur did, “Are you laughing?”

Of course his brother would use this opportunity to try and drag him into this, and make Arthur the object of ridicule instead! Kay’s sense of humor is as sharp and deadly as his green quills, and always pops up at the most inconvenient time.

“Of course not!” Arthur regains his composure quickly, laying a hand against Kay’s shoulder with a strained smile and a subtle glare to convey his annoyance, “I was choking in surprise!”

Kay, as expected, doesn’t look the least bit regretful, shrugging his brother’s hand off with a flippant wave. With a low sigh, Arthur makes his way to where Shadow is standing and Gawain is getting to his feet. He slips back into his royal persona like a glove, “Splendid! I asked you to impress me, Shadow the Hedgehog, and you have not disappointed!”

Arthur claps his hand on Gawain’s back, giving his knight a friendly shake, “Rare are those who can catch Sir Gawain by surprise, and rarer still those who can land a single blow! Particularly when the sun is casting her full blessing on him! You have proven yourself, and I will grant your boon!”

“A test.” Gawain brushes some dust from his pauldron, moving his arm in such a way that his rippling muscles are in full display. The echidna eyes Shadow with distaste, forgetting himself and demanding an answer from Arthur rather than asking, “Boon? What boon?”

Arthur lets it slide with great relief, elated that Gawain readily accepts the explanation without further questioning, “The boon of being given the opportunity to prove his worth in skill of arms, noble deeds, and succor to those in need.”

It’s not an uncommon request, in fact, many of Arthur’s current knights have asked for this same boon. Gareth the Armadillo seems to be particularly moved by this request, likely remembering his own path to knighthood. He exchanges a glance with Gawain, pointedly relaxing his posture as if proving to his older brother that there was no need for hostility. Several other knights follow Gareth’s lead, willing to give Shadow an opportunity to prove himself after his impressive demonstration against Gawain. 

Arthur feels his shoulders begin to relax-

“Strange,” Kay comments airily from the side, buffing his claws against his vest. His eyes are calculating and cold, scrutinizing Shadow in a way that leaves Arthur increasingly nervous. His brother’s voice is cloyingly sweet as he asks, “My King usually extends this boon to every hopeful, young squire who stumbles through the doorway… Not getting stingy, are you, Wart?”

“Sir Kay,” Gareth gives the green hedgehog a disapproving frown, voice cool but calm, “You would do well to remember your place and to hold that sharp tongue of yours.”

His ears twitch as the armadillo smiles in Shadow’s direction, “This fellow does not strike me as patient and forgiving as our king.”

“Hear, hear!” Someone calls from the left, setting off a volley of snickering that has Kay’s quills bristling in annoyance. Arthur does wish his brother would speak a little less loudly and boldly so the target on his back wouldn’t be quite so big. 

“Tch,” Kay sucks air between his teeth dismissively, biting his thumb in Gareth’s direction with a scoff, “Perhaps this Shadow’s request was just as pathetic as yours, Beaumains-”

“Kay!” Gawain comes in defense of his brother, looking over his shoulder at Kay in obvious warning. Much to the armadillo’s chagrin, who felt his ‘big brother’ weighing in on his disputes discredited Gareth’s own deeds and reputation. Gawain would answer back hotly, and this is would devolve into unnecessary family spat- 

“The King’s Champion.”

[legacycream]

Vitamins Cream Serum

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Heals Bruises: It accelerates the healing of bruises and other forms of skin discoloration.

Reduces Redness: Vitamin K helps to calm and reduce redness, making it beneficial for conditions like rosacea and broken capillaries.

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Podfic Requests on Purimgifts

Below is a list of all fandoms in which podfic is requested on Purimgifts! Fandoms with more than on request are marked with *.

10 Things I Hate About You (1999)  

12 Dancing Princesses (Fairy Tale)

A Half-Built Garden - Ruthanna Emrys

A League of Their Own (TV 2022)

A Memory Called Empire - Arkady Martine

A Series of Unfortunate Events - Lemony Snicket

All-of-a-Kind Family Series - Sydney Taylor

Ancient Egyptian RPF

Animorphs - Katherine A. Applegate

Archive 81 (Podcast)

Batman: Wayne Family Adventures (Webcomic)

Bend It Like Beckham (2002)

Bluey (Cartoon 2018)

Bomb Girls

Call the Midwife

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV)

Captain America (Movies)

Captain Marvel (2019)

Captain Marvel (Comics)

Carmen Sandiego (Cartoon 2019)

Charmed

Chasing Liberty (2004)

*Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis

Contact (1997)

Criminal Minds

Dance of the Vampires (Broadway 2002/03) - Steinman/Ives/Kunze

Deadloch (TV 2023)

Deep Impact (1998)

*Devil Wears Prada (2006)

Disney Princesses

Downton Abbey

Dracula - Bram Stoker

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023)

Ella Enchanted - Gail Carson Levine

*Emelan - Tamora Pierce

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[overcaffeinated-creative]

⚰️⚰️ for Jai and Harti because I'm terrible :D

Send ⚰️ for a glimpse of my muse’s funeral

Summary: Jai Vetra’s Death and Funeral as told between himself and his granddaughter.

Rating: T

Warnings: Character Death

Characters: Jai Vetra, Solus Vetra, Harti Wren, Iviin Shysa, Kal Skirata, Vhonte Tervho, Fenn Rau, Ahsoka Tano

Notes: The changes are clearly marked between paragraphs with a back and fourth between Jai and then a snippet of Solus and a Conversation.

(I promise I’ll get to Harti’s soon but I’ve been writing this since like 7 AM and it went on so much longer than expected. It’s 1505 words in an experimental style.)

“Havea drink with me for you ba’buir,” Iviin Shysa suggested whileshoving the bottle into her hands. Old, almost bruised eyes glancedup at him from beneath a white buzz cut. The past week had beencruel. “We’ll celebrate his memory and his name.”

Solusdrank deep before handing the bottle back. “Thank you, ‘Alor.”

Hetook a seat on the bench next to her, knees bumping together. “Nothanks needed. We’re going to handle this as best we can.”

–

JaiVetra would not receive a traditional Mandalorian funeral. What wasleft of Clan Vetra, as well as his followers and friends, would nothave the chance to mourn him together. There would be no gathering inthe early dawn hours to prepare his body for cremation. Solus wouldnot receive his full set of armor to forge into her own nor even apiece of it. As the sunset they would not scatter his ashes thencelebrate his life. There would be no crowd to share food and drinkas music played and stories flowed. Not even a battlefield funeralwould happen in his honor.

–

“Hehated Kamino,” Kal Skirata told her over a comm call at Krownest’smorning. Her sluggish mind supplied it was closer to evening or nighton Mandalore. “Swore the entire planet conspired against him havinga break. They’d beat his door down at the crack of dawn for what heclassified as strill shit.” His tone took a humorous turn, “Whichseemed to be anything less than the end of the Galaxy before his twocups of caf. After those cups it became whatever should’ve beensent to Jango first.”

Theirphone call ran for over an hour much to Solus’ delight. Kal hadnumerous stories to tell about his time with Jai in Cuy’val Dar.Funny quips delivered in passing all the way to her ba’buir’sability to weaponize the chain of command like a true bureaucrat.However, the surreal feeling still nagged at her mind. She only foundout he had been alive all of that time after he died.

Kal’sface shifted when he caught something off in her expression. “Don’tlook so down, Ad’ika. He loved you more than anything in thisGalaxy and so was proud of you. Make sure you always remember that.He did everything for you.”

–

JaiVetra perished a month after the issuing of Order 66 during theUprising of Tipoca City. It went against all expected outcomes. Forhis entire life, he had been known as a survivor. No matter thetrauma inflicted or the impossibility of the odds he survived. It wasjoked he was part Corellian because of it. After Galidraan, everyoneaccepted Death would have to take him  of old age while passed outdrunk. There would be no other way to have a fighting chance. Yet, asKorda Six showed the mortality of Jaster Mereel and Geonosis that ofJango Fett; Kamino became his proof of only being human.

–

“Hewas the architect behind our escape,” Vhonte Tervho whispered inthe late hours of the evening. They sat back to back before the fireplace in the large dining room. Solus could not recall how they endedup that way. “The Empire had the longnecks lock everything down.I’ve never felt so cornered in my life. Neither had the others andit was making us all antsy. Except for Jai. He was just as unshakableas always. Told us to keep doing our jobs and trust him.”

“Ba’buirwas always good at that.” Solus felt tears start to drip down hercheeks. “He did the same thing during the Clan Wars. If someonestarted panicking he’d talk ‘em through it.”

“Then,a couple of nights ago he showed up with this plan. I was part of itand I don’t know how it worked.” Her voice wavered. “All of usthat got out, from the other Mandos to the child clones, owe himeverything.”

–

JaiVetra had never been taken with starfighters but he died in one. Athis absolute prime, he was still incapable of the preternaturalmaneuvers Harti executed. There was never any jealous there, onlylove and awe and respect. Secondhand stories (and in one instance themost terrifying holofootage of the past ten years) told him Soluspossessed the same skills; maybe more so. Yet, he still elected topilot a starfighter for their escape. Transports would need theirbest pilots to protect their precious cargo. For this flight he couldstand guard over their six or clear the way.

–

“TheOld Man was something else,” Fenn Rau told her looking almostsomber. Part of her was still reeling from his surprise visit to theVetra Stronghold. Concord Dawn, and by extension the JourneymenProtector’s, were iffy about the burgeoning True Mandalorians. “Hewas always full of surprise and one of the better ver’alor I’vemet.”

Hersmile came across weak while she muttered, “He hated being calledthat.”

“Ihated being called vaar’ika and that never stopped him.” For amoment, she saw the brazen, defiant man she came to know as Fenn Rauinstead of this somber ghost.

“Takeit as a compliment,” she tried to tease with a limp twitch todrooping ears. “It’s what he used to call Har’ba’buir andmyself. All of his favorite people are small, spitfire pilots.”

“Isee a lot of him you.” Lavender flooded Solus’ face. “Both ofyou are white haired, pains in my ass who could rally anyone foranything.”

–

JaiVetra had been assured he would never die alone but that was exactlyhow he went at age 66. A failed evasion resulted in engine damagethat sent him into an uncontrolled glide to a landing platform.Skittering across the metal he finally slowed to a halt flippedupside down. There was nothing to see past the transparisteel canopy.All he could hear was the muffled firefight outside over his ownrapid heartbeat. Something began to pool around his broken body. Atfirst, he thought it was rain but with cool sensation throughout itcould have been blood as well. Nothing would matter thought becauseit would all be over too soon.

–

“Ja’ikasaid he survived by looking for the light,” Harti mused more tohimself than his granddaughter walking beside him. “He said that nomatter how dark it seemed there would always be a light. He had tostumble for it a few times, maybe even missed the cue , but it wasthere in the end.”

“Itdoesn’t hurt less.” Her shoulders started shaking while sheworked hard to keep pace. “It doesn’t make anything hurt less.”

Hestopped in the center of the hallway to draw her into a warm hug.“Sol’ika,” her murmured into her hair, “now is the mostimportant time to look for the light. We’ve lost so many people,both Mandalorian and not, and we will lose more. But, look at thoseJai and the others saved with their sacrifices. Think of the livesyou and your friends saved. There’s a way out even if we have tolight it ourselves.”

–

JaiVetra died alone as an invader in a foreign land according to therecords. What was not included was the sort of funeral he stillreceived. The last of his strength was used to start his favoriteaudio clip; “I love you, Ba’buir!” singsonged from a tiny voicewith Harti’s warm laugh echoed in the background. Baptized in fuel,a stray spark turned the entire starfighter into a shining inferno.But, beyond that there was those who would carry his name forward.

–

“Wouldit be okay if I learned to say Remembrance with you?” Ahsoka asked,sounding almost unsure. They were curled around each other in bed.Solus’ head resting on her shoulder with a leg flung over her body.Ahsoka’s near arm curled beneath Solus while the other rested onher hip, thumb absentmindedly tracing the curve of the bone. “Iknow it’s something really important to you.”

Blinkingseveral times, Solus tried to study Ahsoka’s face in the dark. Atbest, she gathered bright eyes were staring at the ceiling. “Ofcourse. I’ll teach you when we wake up.” Squinting she tried tomake out if the blue chevrons of the closest lek had darkened any.“Any reason why?”

“Itsounds dumb…because I didn’t know your grandfather at all. But, Iwant to help you remember him.” Her voice grew higher in pitch.“Since we’ve known each other you’ve always said it. Becausepeople live on through their names being remembered right? Or, thatwas how you explained it two years ago.” Shifting their bodiesAhsoka settled only when she could look squarely into Solus’ eyes.“And I’ve heard you say Skyguy’s name too. It’s somethingyou’re doing for me and I just…I just wanted to do the same foryou. That way there’s two people remembering their names.”

Ba’buirwas right about finding the light.

[angelprinz]

so im back with the promised marking headcanons for u!

u know how zhongli would have the pulsing geo symbol appear when u hold his e or childe and his riptide mark? the thought of them applying that to unsuspecting naive reader at the reader's lower stomach and them masking it as "a symbol of protection" when in fact its just a mark of ownership that makes the wearer incredibly horny when the owner wants them to...!

in the middle of a commission, the reader just suddenly felt a pulse down and mind numbing pleasure follows after. they're incapacitated, knees buckling down and a gush of their cum dribbles down between their thighs. it doesn't stop there, as the only way to stop the pulsing is to have the owner's dick and cum inside of the poor mind broken reader huhu

another alternative idea is the thought of them (can apply to any of them) writing down vulgar things on the reader's body, whether with something like a pen or sharpie-equivalent, or something like an elemental sight-type of marking. there would be really nasty things written like "ajax's cum dump", "diluc's pet", "property of zhongli", "ayato's slut" even with notes like "use until broken", "plug after use", etc. just the thought of reader having all those nasty things on their body underneath their clothes (sometimes even wearing skirts despite it littered all over their thighs) sends me shivers!

lastly, while pens and elemental symbols are an option, directly carving their name onto reader's body? maybe without them even knowing or in a place visible to everyone but the reader? Huhu :) another personal marking h/c i adore is... it ties with somno but it's mostly them, fucking unknowing reader, and reader getting knocked up, not realizing until they show symptoms. after all the biggest proof of ownership is their seed taking root in u, right?

- somno anon

warnings: blood, knifeplay, drugging, degradation, virginity loss?

beware my blog contains dark content. minors do not interact.

this takes my mind to two places. magic hole and knife carving. OKAY SO LISTEN.. we’ll start with the ‘tamer’ yet still out there idea.

with the geo/foul legacy marking, they'd form a link with your hole n a fucktoy of theirs. whenever they stick their cock into the fleshlight mimicking your insides, you can feel their flesh sliding into your heat as if they're right there. except you're a silly naive little virgin who has no idea why your precious hole is being split open! you have no idea your protector has marked you with their elemental mark, copying your warm hole with their element n pounding it like a toy. zhongli n childe absolutely use it at the most inappropriate times and whenever they think of you, roughening your hole by edging themselves over and over, making you get fucked raw, bent over in public with no idea why your body is spasming from such intense pleasure! it's also a natural aprohsadiac that makes you oh so wet/hard, so turned on it hurts and you cum so hard from this mysterious intrusion that normal masturbation just doesn't work anymore! you're addicted to this strange sensation that takes you at anytime, as if you're haunted by a ghost that gives you the most euphoric climaxes you've ever felt.

OH AND their cum gets dumped into you for sure!!! so they always use it as a well, cumdump! so confusing why theres a white liquid dripping out of your hole... who knows? maybe you should ask childe or zhongli!

okay, now moving on to knife carving <3333 oh i love it soooo much, i truly love it so much, my heart pounds just thinking about it. pressing the blade onto darling's spotless skin and scarring it with a carving of my name. childe is a MASSIVE fan of this, tracing his name all over your body while you sleep. sometimes he even dreams about it while he fucks you dumb, cock plunging in and out of your walls while he envisions your body bloody, skin dripping as the broken tissue spells out his name and possessive affirmations, that you're his property, his slut, his cumdump, his everything. harbringer's precious whore, darling fleshlight good for nothing but as a hole to fuck <3 my mind wondering off there hehe,,, but he most definitely craves it being scarred a milky white into your skin and how weak you look with bandages over areas that he's carved his name, branding you as his. your skin may recover, but it will always remember how he owns you.

are ya feeling better after the medicine somnie? giving u hugs n cheek kisses!!! they better let you outta there soon or i'm gonna storm in and make them <3 i lov ya sm, stay healthy till your next ask (i'll be waiting patiently hehe!)

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Imagine with Childe being the older brother figure with the reader not coming to the spot they meet at for weeks only to stumble there as a zombie with hazy and confused eyes and wrapped in bandages on their body

could this actually become a request?

(っ◞‸◟c)

yall. the words. they just worked so well this time. it feels so good to have the words just flow so well.

ALSO I KNOW IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE YOU REQUESTED I AM SO SORRY ;-;

~ * ~ Stop Thinking

Foul Legacy Childe x Reader (Platonic) Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Angst Warnings: Crying, feeling empty, allusions to anxiety, allusions to death

~ * ~

Children were peculiar. This Childe can say with confidence, having grown up as a middle-born with three younger siblings who looked up to him, not as Tartaglia the Harbinger, but as Ajax, the big brother. Though far from the eldest and most experienced, Childe, in his endless observation of the world, quickly gathered numerous memories regarding his little siblings’ differing personalities: Tonia’s sweet as sugar, Anthon is rowdy and playful, and Teucer, the youngest, had a thirst for adventure and little in the name of fear. And he was their protector, their Ajax, their toy salesman of Snezhnaya. But now he was here, in a strange new nation, despite the months he’d resided in Liyue, at the Tsaritsa’s beck and call miles and miles away. Time dictated by his mission, his task to steal and retrieve the Geo Archon’s gnosis, left him unable to explore and admire the city and the surrounding lands of towering peaks and lush valleys. Nor did he have any desire to, mind on a one-track path to victory, success, and home. Home to his nation, his archon, his family. It never occurred to think of extra time- as a concept, it simply didn’t exist for Childe. It’s this that he thinks and ponders, sitting outside in the swaying grass with his legs crossed and head resting in the palm of his clawed hand, a sudden overabundance of time within his grasp. A hiss of dissatisfaction escapes him, followed by a sigh when he catches the animalistic noise by its leg. This form was quite bothersome to simply use, and to be stuck in it was another hassle entirely, the aches and pains and new, elevated senses nothing but trouble. Yes, he was strong, but what use is strength if your bloodlust runs out? His want for battle, it seems, is at an impasse, near extinguished days ago and replaced by boredom and an odd emptiness, cold and hollow like a hole in his chest. The city glittered in the distance, below the mountain he had situated himself on, full of plots to be hatched and mischief to be made, but there was a distinct lack of want to stir and meddle in the mess of people of the Harbor, like the joy Childe received from his Harbinger work had been leached from his body and soul, and it was this lack of want that scared him so. Certainly he couldn’t go back, he’d only just escaped his subordinates! For their own safety, he justifies for himself, and he couldn’t return home, the thought of his family seeing him like this… he tries not to think about it. He’s gotten better at that, not thinking. It’s almost an art. It’s during one of these thoughtless sessions, one where the sunlight lulls him to sleep- out in the open, what a fool!- where he awakens to someone poking him gently in the side, small, inquisitive taps. He rolls over to glare at whoever or whatever could be bothering him, grumbles laced with annoyance, and comes face-to-face with a pair of bright, curious eyes. The eyes blink at him as you stare into this mysterious beast’s crystalline gaze, holding your ground until you blink again and proclaim the monster the winner of your staring contest. Childe gaps. Even when he was human, unconfined to his Abyssal form, few people would be brave enough to act so freely around him, the exceptions his younger siblings who adored him no matter what. Almost instinctively he lifts and sets his hand down on your head, slowly ruffling your hair and listening to your laughter and how you call him nice in an innocent, childish way. Harrowing, terrifying, powerful, that was how his Abyssal form was described, but never nice. But you didn’t seem to think so, and Childe finds himself patting your fluffy locks with more certainty, looking away as his eye wells up with tears. He didn’t even know this form could cry. Ah, at least they’re happy tears as you promise to visit again. And so it goes, you keeping your promise and hiking as hastily as your little legs can take you back to where he hides, everyday, half-past noon on the dot. For a child, you’re very good at keeping time, and you acknowledge it with pride. Never does he take you anywhere- he

can explore on his own time, and you shouldn’t wander too far from the Harbor- but you’re both content with simply lounging on grass and listening to sweet chatter and huffs and rumbles of agreement or admonishment. When the clouds bring rain and the rain pulls along wind for the adventure you and he huddle under a tree, contented and warm next to each other as you giggle and bury your cold hands into his fluff. Of course he couldn’t speak, but your young ears and eyes picked up emotional quirks in the tones of his clicks and coos and formed conversations in your imaginative head, listening for the words he could just-barely-almost sound out. In this way you deduced his first name, repeating it with a glee that swirled in both of your hearts as you immediately got to work breaking and piecing it back together for a nickname, and Childe feels his heart warm and the emptiness in his chest gradually fill with brotherly affection for you, and so it goes, day after day, stretching into weeks where he finally begins to reignite some semblance of happiness within him. Until the day you fail to appear. When at half-past noon he doesn’t see you, he assumes that, for once, you’re running late, perhaps caught up in little chores your parents have assigned or sleeping through a midday nap. He settles down for his own nap, pushing the worry in his mind away and enjoying the gentle rays of the sun. When he wakes up past 1, the worry creeps back in, clenching his claws anxiously as he paces, waiting. He waits for another hour, then two, which double again, exponentially. A day goes by, and another. He can’t sleep, unconsciousness eluding him as his thoughts go a mile a minute. Where are you? What happened? Are you alright? Are you hurt? It’s a week you’re missing and until Childe can sleep, collapsing from pure exhaustion and need. His dreams are surprisingly empty, or perhaps he just lost that capability sometime ago; the Abyss doesn’t give much to dream of. It’s hazy and weightless in his dreamlessness, until something pokes him. Something small and cold and familiar; he’s felt this before, and he springs awake despite his fatigue and rolls over to purr and fawn over you, then sternly wag his clawed finger at you for staying away so long. He looks at you, and he blinks. He lost, but you weren’t even competing. You’re wrapped in places, bandages around your arms and legs and even tiny ones on your fingers, and your movements are stiff, like a mechanical doll that’s rusted from neglect and misuse. But the scariest is your eyes, confused and bleary and sleepy-looking, with no emotion or warmth behind them, no spark of life. You blink back, slowly, and Childe’s heart freezes and breaks. You don’t recognize him. He holds back tears as he reaches up to pat your head, silently pleading that such a simple motion will click the gears of your memory into place again, yet they remain still and crumbling as you just stare at him, your hair and skin cold, too cold, against his touch. Someone calls for you, down the hill; a familiar voice, isn’t that the Pharmacy Doctor? You turn, slowly ambling down the hill without a second glance, and Childe watches you leave until you disappear from sight, burying his face in his arms as he cries freely, allowing his grief to escape in shining rivers of tears, dripping down his face and onto the grass you frolicked in not so long ago. To sleep he sobs, quieting only as the cold, hard emptiness returns, this time shaped like you and cemented eternally, the shape of a child from Liyue who knew him as Ajax. That night, the Eleventh Harbinger stopped thinking.

[holylulusworld]

The beast’s family (4)

Summary: Tall. Dangerous. Alpha. Sam Winchester is someone you should not piss off unless you want to pay for your sins. No one touches his mate, no one who wants to stay alive.

Pairing: Alpha!Mobster!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader

Characters: Stan Thompson, Jody Mills, Dean Winchester, Donna Hanscum

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, angst, scenting, soul mate trope, pregnant omega, true mates, protective Sam, daddy!Sam, cuddling & snuggling, mafia business, language, threats, fluff

A/N: For my story true mates = soul mates. The name of your true mate appears on your wrist when you first scent him/her. 

A/N2: A short epilogue to end the story. For now…

<< Part 3

“My son is my only legacy…”

“I didn’t want to believe the rumors,” the man muses, watching Sam walk into his office, a soft smile on his face. Not minutes ago, he watched you nurse your firstborn and now, his heart swells in his chest, making him feel like a different man.

“What can I do for you?” Sam is not in the mood for pleasantries, so he comes straight to the point. “I thought we agreed you’ll leave town after the stunt your daughter pulled.”

“I want redemption, Samuel Winchester,” Stan Thompson, Amelia’s father leans back in his chair, smirking at Sam. “I haven’t seen my daughter in years, but this doesn’t mean I do not miss her dearly since she’s been gone.”

“Your daughter was an awful person snaking her way into my life. When I finally came to my senses and found my true mate she tried anything to get rid of my omega,” the tall alpha growls, eyes glowing hazel orbs now.

“Sammy, you need to calm,” Dean tries to reason with an overprotective alpha. “I know you are a new father and all you can focus on are your omega and your pup, but we need to take care of the problem at hand for now.”

“That bastard has the guts to come here and demand redemption from me. His daughter tried to make me kill my mate. After she didn’t succeed she hired that monster to grope my wife and in the end, she tried to kill my family. I won’t sit here and listen to this nonsense,” the alpha is ready to kill Amelia’s father right here, in his office.

“Mr. Thompson, I suggest you leave town and mourn your loss somewhere else. We both know you shouldn’t bug my brother,” whilst Sam crosses his arms over his wide chest, already forming a plan to get rid of Thompson, his brother tries to make sure Jody won’t find another dead body tonight.

“Alpha, you are here,” you almost stumble toward your alpha as he walks into the nursery. “He’s about to wake. Little Sammy wants to greet his father when he wakes. Aw,” you sniff as your son opens his eyes to look up at his father, immediately lifting his tiny hands to cry for Sam.

“I read pups can scent their alpha,” Sam carefully takes Sammy jr. out of his cradle to gently hold him against his chest. “He’s so tiny.”

“Compared to you everyone is tiny,” cooing the words you stroke your son’s head while looking at your alpha. Sam is still overwhelmed with his new role but tries his best to not show he’s nervous while holding his son. “You are doing well, Sam.”

“What do you mean?” looking at his son in his arms Sam feels his heart flutter. It’s been ages since he felt like the young and carefree boy from back then.

“You won’t hurt him. It’s okay to hold him in your arms, alpha,” you kiss your son’s hair, smiling as he coos. “I think he knows you are his father and protector. Sammy jr. is relaxed and tired again…” you laugh as your son rests his head onto Sam’s chest to sleep some more. “I guess now you must hold him for a few more hours…”

“So, you want me to make sure Stan Thompson leaves town?” Jody watches Dean sit on her couch, nursing a beer. “Dean, I helped Sam out more than once over the last months; years even. I cannot do more right now. Hanscum won’t look the other way again.”

“I don’t want you to look the other way,” the mobster runs one hand down his face, sighing deeply. “Sammy will lose control if anyone or anything threatens his family. Thompson came to my brother’s house and demanded redemption for his daughter’s death. I don’t know for how long I can keep my brother from killing that man.”

“Thompson dared to extort your brother?” chuckling Jody looks at Dean. “I think that guy has a death wish. But you are right, Sam can’t kill another man. If he does, he could lose everything, including his family.”

“Help me, Jody,” the alpha pleas. “I would get rid of Thompson, but it would only end with his death if I take care of the problem. Give me a hand, an idea…anything.”

“I think I got an idea to get rid of Thompson without killing him,” the kind beta smirks, raising her bottle to take a large swig.

“Signed. Sealed. Delivered,” the mobster watches Jody arrest Stan Thompson, an amused smirk on his lips. “I did a great job, Jody helped. He got arrested for tax freud,” Dean says as his brother smirks to himself. “No need to kill him this time.”

“You’re right,” the younger brother dips his head, nodding at one of the officers arresting the newest bad guy in his game.

“No need to kill him,” as Dean turns to walk toward his car Sam keeps on watching the scene in front of him, “at least not tonight. But you never know what happens on his way to jail, or in jail…”

“A heart attack,” Donna frowns deeply as she read the autopsy report. “He looked healthily when I last saw him. Dammit, he was my best chance to bring Sam Winchester down.”

“Sometimes you win, and other days you lose,” Jody says, giving her colleague an apologetic smile. “No one knew about his bad heart, Donna. Stress, grief, and anger took a toll on him.”

“I guess so,” the blonde nods, still, there is this nagging feeling telling her Sam Winchester killed Stan too. “One day I’ll get him, Jody.”

“One day,” even though it would break her heart, Jody nods at Donna’s comment. She knows that she can’t protect Sam any longer.

“My men,” you sniffle, at the sigh of your alpha on your nest, his son on top of his naked chest. “See, I told you he’ll seek your warmth and presence. Now I’m jealous. He never sleeps so peacefully on my chest.”

“How could he? Look at your breasts, all swollen and leaking milk,” purring the words Sam stares at your tits. “I will devour you the moment I get the chance to.”

“I know,” crawling toward your alpha to curl in his side you purr low in your throat. “Do you want more children? Not now but—”

“Three, or maybe four. No—wait,” Sam mutters. “We have a son, now I want a sweet daughter and maybe another brother. Uh—we could have more. How many do you want?”

“I—uh,” giggling you look at your son on Sam’s chest. “I guess as many as we can get. I love kids, and my alpha has a big house.” You sit back up to kneel on the bed, pecking Sam’s lips.

“That he has but,” craning his neck Sam meets your lips halfway, “we will have a big wedding before our family grows. I want you to wear my name too…”

The End...for now...

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[overcaffeinated-creative]

Character A: You shouldn't insult people who are bigger than you.

Character B: Then I'd never get to insult anyone.

[foldingfittedsheets]

Okay, so my betrothed and I just finished First Kill, and as we knew we weren’t getting a second season the cliffhanger wasn’t as devastating. But it left a lot of loose threads, so! Here’s how I think the series should have wrapped up.

First off, Elinor stands trial and is found absolutely and unequivocally guilty of being an absolutely unhinged monster. Her parents stay away and learn later that she’s sentenced to burn at the stake once she fails the silver test. This is revealed as the first step of the big secret Legacy killing move. While being chained to the stake she starts screaming confessions trying to get mercy from her parents in the crowd. She admits to all the horrible things she made Oliver do as the flames go up and they shrink back in horror. Oliver shows up to behead her under the guise of zealous betrayed family and has a nice moment with his parents that ultimately doesn’t change his end goal of causing chaos.

Theo is utterly horrified at Oliver’s monster army. He plays along to get vampire training and ends up becoming a double agent, passing info to his mom on monster attacks so the hunters can stay one step ahead. I think it’s also fair to say that along the way he’s introduced to legacy lore and is able to trace the vampire who killed his mom and exact his revenge. He uses blood bags and willing donors to feed, and falls for one of his donors. He ends up being instrumental in taking Oliver down and in the process finds the spell to restore his humanity.

The parents decide to cut their losses and dip out of their extremely compromised identities, leaving to become embroiled in Legacy and Keeper politics which is hampered somewhat by:

Juliette and Calliope both respectively run away. They have had enough of borderline abusive family lives and the bullshit. Juliette has no desire to be Keeper in Waiting and abhors most of the current system. She flees to a new city and sets up shop as a freelance monster hunter. She finds a morgue hook up to keep her supplied with blood without needing to prey on anyone and keeps her chosen city safe.

Cal similarly sets out to be a lone monster hunter, no longer trusting the Guild who tried to kidnap her for unknown reasons or the family that turned on one of its own. She travels more, going from city to city cleaning up obviously supernatural massacres.

It’s seven years before they meet up again, Cal having heard rumors of a city with a mysterious protector. She suspects it’s a Legacy and is shocked to find Juliette standing over a recently dispatched demon. Cal initially is distrustful of Juliette’s motives and they duke it out. Juliette drops a hint in the fight that she’s not the real monster, Cal’s precious Guild is.

Cal backs off and they hesitantly begin to work together to uncover more of the Guild’s secrets. They grow closer slowly and warily and finally discover that the Guild is actually run by Legacy vampires. It’s the perfect way to suppress louder supernatural competition and keep the general populace from investigating them. It also means they can obscure and destroy any mention of Legacy vampires or their weaknesses when they’re uncovered. Hence why the Guild wanted Cal in the first place. It was Juliette’s grandmother who ordered the raid in the first place knowing Juliette’s father would be the only vampire actually vulnerable to the hunters.

They take down the Guild together and reunite in the ensuing adrenaline. Juliette asks if Cal still wants to kill her, and Cal admits she never really did, and that monster can mean a lot of different things, but that Juliette isn’t one of them. As they’re leaving the scene of the final battle in the Guild, walking passed the charred decapitated remains of the Legacy leaders, Cal sees a cracked door. It leads into a library of suppressed knowledge- one tidbit of which is that if a Legacy isn’t consecrated by the Malkia serpent then it’s possible to attain humanity. The girls look at each other and the curtain closes on the choice they’ll make together.

[la-ro-ki]

me: no, no you’re getting it all wrong! c!quackity is a shapeshifter both literally and metaphorically. he’s able to change his physical form as he pleases and the form he currently holds has been cultivated over his entire life which is why he takes such pride in his appearance! people insulting his looks means that they are quite literally saying they don’t like who he has chosen to be. on the flipside, you have him as a metaphorical shapeshifter which is actually quite a large part of his character. c!quackity desperately desires to please the people he cares about which leads him to play many different roles for other people. even when interacting with one person he can go through multiple changes in his role. for c!tommy he can be an older brother, just another kid, a co-conspirator, a protector, his legacy. for c!wilbur he can be the coy rival, a steady hand, the flirtatious paramour, someone to turn to, competition. for c!niki he can be a scapegoat, her savior, a distraction, the one who always makes a fool of himself. for c!fundy he can be a fellow wallflower, an upset loved one, the firm hand, countless olive branches. for c!tubbo he can be a comforting presence, a partner in crime, the adult for once, kind in his manipulation. for his fiancés he can be good.

my friends who i invited to my little brother’s birthday party under false pretenses: what the actual fuck are you talking about