#does he ever (in the darkest moments) blame her?

[generic-sonic-fan]

Sometimes I wonder about Maria being treated more as a trigger than as a person that Shadow misses.

[toffeecoco1]

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Ok my first instinct was to laugh, but then I realised you might be onto something???

Shen Yuan is LITERALLY an impostor, who’s more far more kind and beloved by Binghe than the original. The Guanyin pendant is a counterfeit, but it carries the love of Binghe’s mother and is far more precious than any real jade could ever be.

The heartbreak Binghe’s mother felt after realising that the Guanyin pendant was fake and she’d been tricked was part of what lead to the gradual decline of her health.¹ In wanting to do something kind for Binghe, she felt that she’d failed, and this led to her demise. What is Shen Qingqiu’s entire story, but trying to be kind to Binghe, feeling inadequate at this, and dying? (More than once!!)

Guanyin is a Bodhisattva associated with mercy, kindness, compassion and unconditional love. She is a patron of mothers, and is called upon in times of fear, uncertainty, and despair. The Bodhisattva she originated from is seen as a saviour, through whose grace even those with the most negative karma can achieve salvation. Even when she is not worshipped as a goddess, she is revered as the principle of love, compassion and mercy.² From wikipedia, “The act, thought and feeling of compassion and love is viewed as Guanyin. A merciful, compassionate, loving individual is said to be Guanyin.”²

The original Luo Binghe appears never to have lost his pendant. Shen Qingqiu tells us: “It was the only bit of warmth in Luo Binghe’s dark world, always by his side, and even in the future when he was at his darkest, it could summon up his last dregs of humanity.”¹ He also states that “it was Luo Binghe’s biggest berserk button.”¹

Our Luo Binghe does not cling to the pendant when he’s at his darkest: he clings to the love he has for his shizun and to memories of his kindness, and later, to the lifeless body of Shen Qingqiu himself. His biggest berserk button isn’t when people insult the pendant or his mother, or try to take it away; it’s Shen Qingqiu: when people insult him or try to take him away.

From the start, Shen Qingqiu expresses truly unconditional love for Binghe. He spends three years showing endless compassion and kindness, actions which feel insignificant to him but are more than enough to completely change Binghe’s life. He holds no blame or resentment for the things he fears Binghe will do to him; though he doesn’t want to be tortured, he forgives Binghe for it nonetheless, before it has even happened. He sacrifices himself to save Binghe as his mind is eaten away at by Xin Mo, when he believes that Binghe just slaughtered a hundred Huan Hua Disciples, when Binghe’s reckless use of the sword is putting countless more lives at risk.³

Shen Qingqiu is a counterfeit that is more precious than the original could ever be. For Binghe, he personifies kindness, compassion and unconditional love. His regrets over his treatment of Binghe lead to his temporary demise. Binghe clings to him in his darkest moments, and he is that which Binghe protects most fiercely.

I always found the pendant’s role in the story to be almost lacking: it’s treated as such an important item to Binghe, yet in the end its return is almost anticlimactic. But perhaps this is because the role the pendant played in Bing-ge’s story has been overtaken by Shen Qingqiu. When he returns the pendant, Binghe is relieved and appreciative: but his joy seems to stem more from the fact that Shen Qingqiu held onto it and cherished him than from the pendant itself. The pendant doesn’t matter all that much to him anymore, at least not compared to how important it seems to have been in PIDW. Binghe doesn't need an object to symbolize love and kindness; he has a person to love, who loves him back.

In conclusion: Shizun was in fact the fake jade Guanyin pendant all along!

sources cited below :)

1. Seven Seas Volume 1, Chapter 1: Scum. Pages 40-41.

2. “Guanyin,” Wikipedia. There’s a lot more to her than what I mentioned here, she’s quite interesting.

3. Seven Seas Volume 2, Chapter 8: Death. Pages 154-156.

[lady-of-the-puddle]

Hello hello, it is time once again for, you guessed it!

Rating Clu's

Homoerotically tense

Relationships

I thought long and hard about this because I only had about 2 in my head when I mistakenly threw it out there in another post but like, here you go 😎

Have a picture in case you forgot what cgi Jeff Bridges looks like:

Behold, a guy. Anyway

1. Kevin

He is the most obvious so I'll get this one out of the way

You are me and I am you but you are the darkest parts of me but I love you anyway

This begs the question:

Would you fuck your darker self/clone

Idk about u but my heart tells me that Kevin sure would

7/10 it's about the man vs self of it all

2. Jarvis (why is this photo so fuckin big??)

I know I said Kevin is the most obvious

But this guy has the biggest crush on Clu

He is simp supreme

Like the way he turns to Clu for approval after everything he says makes me feel like I should leave the room

He loses a point for being a dork coward but Sam's mascara is very pretty and he's also a Flynn so I can't blame him too much

9/10 go henchboy go

3. Rinzler

Fellas, is it gay to brainwash god's most specialest boyfriend and make him loyal to only you all while knowing god is still out there and can see what you've done to everything he loves? All while knowing he's nothing more than a pet and will never love you and wouldn't even if he could

Like talk about the ultimate rebound

No notes honestly, I don't even need to go on with this one

11/10 not even one girl(Quorra) could make this all seem a little less gay

4. Dyson

Another case of yoinking your exes boy but this time it was consensual

He literally just agrees with Clu and helped him take over

If that's not a basis for a strong relationship then idk what is

He really seems so desperate to stay in Clu's favor like he must know that tron is the real prize here, his bitter ex. Has there ever been so much dating drama between programs?

5/10 replaceable.

5. Sammy

It occurs to me now that he hasn't made it on these lists yet so everyone clap for him

I feel brave for even acknowledging this one

Is Clu his dad? Is he an entity separate but still containing qualities of his father at a certain point in time that forever diverged from the moment of conception? Idk he's a computer man

So like the part where he's just kinda circling Sam looking him up and down like he's a prized pig? Yeah.

CAUTION THIS IS A JOKE please for the love of Kevin don't cancel me over this

2/10 why the 2? Cause there's fics out there man I know it

6. Zuse

He's so babygirl

Clu even mixed him a drink before he blew him up

I love their dynamic I get the feeling if Clu had to spend more than 5 minutes around him he'd strangle him much sooner

Stoic asshole with the silly asshole

Honestly they're perfect for each other

10/10 what can I say? I'm a simple program I see two men interact and I rate them

Special mention:

7. Quorra

Now some of you might say, hey Puddle Girl, this isn't homoerotic at all she's a girl

Well they're programs so gender isn't real and also they're bi so it counts

Anyway I thought about this one cause there was this weird tense moment towards the end of the movie where Quorra is captured and Clu's just like, talking to her and touches her hair and it was uncomfortable but it also made me feel some type of way

Like I understand that it's 100% a power play BUT

😏

3/10 he was gonna add her to the boyfriend collection cause all he does is steal from Kevin

Hi in honor of my Tron themed birthday I finally finished this. I was really reaching for some of these as you can see but I can't take it too seriously anyway. I'm always here for the gay of it all but is it homoerotic or do they just need to put more people who aren't men in this franchise? We'll literally never know! 🙃

Hey @soihadthisdreamonce I'm sorry 5-10 business days turned into 5-10 business weeks I was moving and time got away from me but I didn't forget you

[tribalauthor]

THE WISEWOMAN (roman reigns ff) <chapter 14>

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Roman's POV

Me and Sophia are in my home now. The place where I was born and grew up - Pensacola. We are in our big yard, eating a classic Samoan barbecue with the company of my family.

My mother kept asking her a lot of questions about her life and to be completely honest I didn't quite listen cause I was too busy admiring my girlfriend's beautiful body that was hugged by the baby blue floral summer dress she is wearing and most specifically her breasts that are cupped by it.

Suddenly I felt a strong hit on my shoulder that completely startled me out of the unholy thoughts that I was having about my girlfriend.

"I raised you better than this." dad said quietly yet with scolding tone.

My father played such an important role for my mindset that is today. Frankly, if it wasn't for him, I'd probably never become a wrestler. He saw my potential before anyone else...even before myself.

He must have noticed how I look at Sophia and as a man, I expect him to understand me here but as I see, he wants me to behave. I couldn't help but feel bad.

"Don't blame me, dad." I whispered at him.

"I don't. The girl is amazing but please, keep your composure." he replied while he slightly widened his eyes.

I resemble him in a lot of ways. People tell me I look like him and act like him a lot, so I can bet my ass when he was young and met mom, he was completely crazy over her, too. But of course, he will never admit it to me.

"You are such a well-spoken woman, Sophia." I heard mom remarking. Judging by her expression and body language, she seems to like Soph and that brings me so much relief and comfort.

She didn't quite like my ex-wife ever since the moment I brought her here. Moms are always right. They really know when somebody isn't the one for you. My dad has also been telling me that I shouldn't stick to a woman I met in the darkest period of my life.

I met Michelle when I thought I was never returning to WWE again. I had a serious injury that could have ended my life and even if it didn't, it was questionable if I could return to sports one day. I was so lost and depressed. She was my escapism to all of that.

I really viewed her as a breath of fresh air and all that and she was. That's why I was convinced she was the love of my life and married her and tnen I found out she doesn't want kids. It's her choice, of course, I am not judging but when you marry someone, you have to have similar goals for the future, right?

Not to mention that the second I returned to WWE and started to become the greatest in the business, I felt her pulling away.

She just wasn't the same person I met when I was at my lowest. And that's why people say it's not important how people treat you at your lowest but at your highest.

Michelle is the pure examle for that. The more I was rising at work, the more she was drifting away from me. What she told me was that she just didn't feel like a priority to me which is completely wrong.

I was always trying to spend time with her as much as I could but I guess, there is nothing I could do if she felt that way. I couldn't convince her and I wasn't intending to.

That's why our divorce process was very smooth and unproblematic. No quarrels, no scandals, no fights.

So yeah, people sometimes can underestimate the vibe check on the parents and the clichè sayings.

Right now before me, I see my mom and sisters watching my girlfriend talk smartly, my lil' nephews drooling over her and my nieces admiring her.

I feel completed.

"And how does Paul feel about this?" my eldest sister asked.

"He just threatened my career." I replied with my arms crossed and the table was filled with laughter.

"It's so amazing. The fact that your uncle has been with our family for such a long time. I remember him ever since he was so, so young and now his niece being with my son. A generational bond." my dad remarked and I couldn't help but giggle.

"We may be talking about very deep generational tie here. I agree." mom replied and I took a sip of my water cup. "If you two have kids." I suddenly choked on my drink and started coughing like crazy and Sophia started hitting my back immediately.

"Sophia, you want kids, right?" mom asked her.

"Of course. I'd love to have one day." my girlfriend replied.

"Great. His ex-wife didn't want." she spoke with bitter tone.

"Mom." I said with scolding tone.

"Are we going to have little cousins?" one of my little nieces asked excitingly and I gave mom the "you fix this" look.

Sophia's POV

"All these trophies are yours?" I asked Joe as I was looking at the shelf full of trophies in his room.

We just had a pretty amazing day with his family and relatives. I got to know his parents and sisters. I spent time with his nephews and nieces as well all of which are raised so good.

I could see the wrestling genes are running in the whole family. The boys were fighting like crazy in the yard, I got scared for a second but Roman and Sika assured me it's a full circle moment. They were even advising them how to do the moves better and so on.

A bit scary yet wholesome.

I was left with the impression they liked me though but even if it was a pretend, it was a good one.

"Yup. I won my first one at seven. Long before you were born." he replied and I smiled continuously admiring the different gold figures in front of me. "I told you I have always been a winner."

"Impressive." I muttered. His room really looked like the typical room of a jock. Judging by what I've seen in the movies. High school me would never hang out in a place like this and I couldn't help but let out a mute giggle at that fact.

"I'm sorry if mom made you feel awkward, she just-" I interrupted him.

"No worries. She just wants grandkids like every mother." I replied logically. My mom has never expressed if she wants grandkids but even if she does, I don't know when she would be able to see them from her work schedule. What I know is that she would make sure the best midwife is around me.

"But it's too soon to be talking about this. Hope she didn't scare you." my boyfriend looked seriously concerned. I mean in a way I understand him since some of my peers as a whole can get triggered by this topic.

Not me though. Especially when my best friends are starting to get pregnant and the ones from high school are probably even expecting second kids.

"Nope. Not at all." I shrugged and finally decided to sit next to him on his bed. "This is not a taboo topic."

"I know but I had to make sure you are okay." he replied with cutely nodding his head.

"You're so cute." I exclaimed as I softly grabbed his face and kissed his lips. "I'm gonna eat you."

Joe looked excitingly scared with his boba brown eyes popping out. That expression however suddenly changed into a smug one.

"You know what I'm gonna eat? Those boobs." he said and buried his face in my cleavage making me squeal.

"Not here." I whisper-yelled.

"Why not?" he pouted and grabbed my wrists.

"I am not doing any freaky stuff in your old household where anybody can hear us." I declared. "I'm a woman of class."

"You just don't wanna make your biggest nightmare a reality." Joe said with that tone of a therapist who is psycho analysing you. By nightmare, he meant having sex in a jock's room.

"What? Don't be ridiculous." I rolled my eyes.

"It's true." he argued and as I was about to argue back, the door opened abruptly and it was the younger part of Joe's nephews and nieces, running to our bed.

"Uncle." they all yelled and climbed on the bed.

"We came here to say good night to you and aunt Soph." one of the curly haired angels named Alani spoke. They are all so sweet and the way they call me aunt is just so wholesome, it fills my heart.

I love kids.

Joe lifted himself up a bit and all of them went to hug him. I think I'm gonna pass out any second.

"Good night, my little angels." he replied to them as he stroked everyone's dark curly hairs.

"Good night, aunt Soph." they yelled and now they came to me for a hug.

I didn't hesitate to hug them back and I felt one of them burying his head close to my chest.

"Nuh-uh, lil' Julian." I heard Roman saying slightly dragging the boy's head away from my chest. "This is uncle Joe's territory."

"Leave the poor boy alone, Joseph, oh my god." I dragged the little kid back for a hug and my boyfriend squinted his eyes at me.

"You are very pretty, aunt Sophie." Julian now faced me. He is such a cute boy - around 5 years old with light brown skin and big brown boba eyes, curly hair.

"You are prettier." I replied and started tickling him a bit and the kid started laughing out loud.

"You look like Barbie." Sarah exclaimed and I smiled at her, squeezing her little hand slightly.

"No, she looks like Pamela Anderson." Liam, the eldest one here which was around 9 years old opposed. Me and Roman exchanged confused looks.

"How'd you know Pamela Anderson?" his uncle asked him.

"I found some old magazines in my dad's bedroom shelf." the boy replied and I started shaking my head.

"You really do look like her, though." my boyfriend agreed and I gave him the dead look cause there is another thing we should be concerned about.

"There you guys are." one of Joe's sisters, Summer, got in the room. "It's late already. Leave uncle and aunt to sleep, okay? They must be tired from the flight and the match yesterday."

She collected them like little stones and the kids actually listened to her. What I noticed from earlier when we were at the table, they may seem reckless and full of energy like every kid but when their parents or relatives tell them something, they listen immediately.

"They are so cute." I said after they left.

"Indeed but lil Julian can be a trouble." Joe remarked and I rolled my eyes.

"I guess he takes after his uncle." I snapped at him and he laughed.

"Some of them has to have my traits." he defended himself and then leaned to kiss me.

"I wonder what the fans' reactions are from last night." I said as we got away.

"Let's check." Joe replied excitingly and got in a sitting position, as he reached for his phone on the nightstand. "I will see on Twitter, you go to Instagram." he suggested and I agreed.

We started going through our phones. I am kinda off-guard since Joe claimed before that he isn't a technology guy and so on, he barely uses his phone but yeah, of course right now he is gonna be interested what the fans are going to think about us.

We opened the apps excitingly and while I was in the search bar about to type what I'm looking for, the stuff was all over my feed.

The capture of us kissing.

Headlines all over the place and questions rising for our future. Of course, there are comments about our age difference.

"I don't know if I wanna be Sophia or Roman in this situation. " Joe read out loud and started laughing. I followed him cause this is a good one.

"I knew it from the start that they were meant to be" I read a comment from Instagram.

"I was the first who knew that." he replied and my lips formed a tiny smile of sweetness.

"Of course the Tribal Chief would get the good stuff." Joe continued reading and started laughing at this. "Period."

"I wanna be in Sophia's shoes so bad." I read out loud and chuckled.

We actually read mostly very positive things and I am very surprised from this fact. People seem invested in this already and me and Joe said we shall not disappoint them.

[myreia]

FEBHYURARY XXI: SEASON

In winter, an encounter.

He finds her. Or she finds him. Stumbling her way through the back alleys of the Brume, lugging a greatsword twice her size—Fray’s greatsword—on her back. He is furious with her then, this stranger who burst into his and Rielle’s lives unwanted and unasked, dragging the asinine politics of Ishgard—and the weight of the world—with her. She claims to be a mage, yet cannot spark a whiff of magic. Until her rage takes her. Until she gives herself to the Abyss. Then it comes surging out of her, setting her blade—that blade, cursed blade, holding so many memories—aflame with violet violence. The all-consuming depths of fury and wrath burning, burning, burning, and yet at its core, a gentle warmth. A tender flame. She loves as deeply as she has been hurt, and she is the last to recognize it. This time with her is short. Brief. A moment crystalized in the Coerthan snows. When it is over and she is gone, ascending to the heights of the Pillars with her Scions and her High Houses and whatever other political machinations she has gotten herself involved in, he knows he may never see her again. He wishes he would. For Rielle’s sake, of course.

In spring, a reunion.

It has not been that long. Her hair is longer now, growing out from the shorn cut she told him she gave herself. He does not ask about Ishgard. He does not ask about the Lord Commander, her apparent paramour. Her life has moved on, higher and higher, and the stories he hears of her feel distant from the person he knows her as. They take Rielle to Gridania, soaking in the spring sun and the loamy scent of new growth. In her company, Rielle is happier than he has ever seen her. He is thankful.

In summer, a journey.

It has been two years since he saw her last. She is different now—the fury and the rage diminished to weary numbness. The red streaks have returned to her hair, she is no longer dyeing it. Perhaps she no longer feels the need to hide, to meet the expectations set on her. She is more honest, more raw… He fears something has happened. Something she will not speak of. She puts on a brave face, but inside she is as broken as her shattered soul crystal. As they traverse the scorching russet landscape of Gyr Abania, he wonders how much of this is an escape for her. An escape from her duties, an escape from her role. The further they go, the more she opens up, telling him things in confidence she has not shared with any other. It is on an achingly normal day when the realization hits. A stop by the river, where they set their blades aside and strip down to their underthings to enjoy the cool, refreshing water. As he sits on the bank, pale skin burning in the hot sun, and she looks back at him with that gentle smile… Ah, shit.

In autumn, love.

It starts in an inn on the road to Coerthas. Rielle tucked away for an early night, the pair of them retiring to his room after one too many dark looks from the other patrons. Two dark knights in the darkest corner of the tavern were bound to attract attention. Perhaps drink is to blame for their actions, perhaps not—that first night is a blur of many things unsaid coming to fruition—regardless, the end result is the same. Love that blazes darker than the abyss in their hearts. It’s a poor decision on both their parts. This thing between them—the seed for it sown years ago in bloodstained snows, only to bloom now at the worst possible time—is precious and fragile and must needs be sheltered from the tempest of her life. She is torn in so many directions—Alliance, Scions, Garlemald, friends, allies, enemies, all devouring pieces of her until there is nothing left. He swears he will not place those demands on her. He has become the eye of the hurricane, the calm before the storm. It’s the least he can give her. This happiness is not forever. They know they must relinquish it when they reach their destination. For everything there is a season. And for every season—as certain as the falling leaves—there comes an end.

[the-lark-ascending69]

i’m begging please make the flayed robin a fic it would be so good

Hii anon I'd love to!! However I am unable to write fanfic in this moment of my life. Ever since 2022 my life can only be summarized in college stuff, college stuff, a little bit of work and more college stuff. I am falling behind on my reading schedule as we speak lol 🙃 i expect to be free to write some time after... 2028, maybe (big maybe). I CAN draw though, which is not such a long-term compromise. Maybe I'll manage to draw something one of these days.

For the time being I would like to redirect you to two GREAT flayed!Robin fanfics that I adore, the devil's after both of us by @eskawrites and We're Going to End You by UnholyHelbig. Both featuring ronance. These are the only ones I know. Sadly, looking up "flayed Robin" on ao3 hasn't turned out to be a very fruitful search, but that doesn't mean there aren't more out there! I'll have to keep searching. If anyone reading this knows of more flayed!Robin fanfics please lmk!! Of course there's also @snowangeldotmp3 's rebel robin: surviving the upside down AU, which I'm still trying to catch up with, but it sounds like they're working on some cool flayed!Robin stuff!

While I can't give you a fanfic I CAN share with you some flayed!Robin ideas I have:

Vecna/the Mind Flayer is incredibly subtle this time, choosing to corrupt Robin rather than completely taking over her body and replacing her. He preys on her darkest thoughts, which are generally, jealousy, resentment, shame, self-deprecation hopelessness and loneliness. They both open the door for him, and act as weapons he uses to slowly torture her and turn her against her loved ones.

It begins with Robin feeling irritable, out of place, especially with Steve. Steve suddenly stops feeling like home and more like someone she shares a loving bond with but who can never really understand her, because he's a heterosexual man, because he has money, because he's high on the social pyramid and she spent her whole teenage years fighting to not fall to the bottom, because he can allow himself liberties not permitted to her. She begins to resent him. When she begins to isolate herself from him, it becomes incredibly easy for Vecna to make her spiral further and further down.

Almost nothing Robin says while possessed is 100% untrue. It tends to come from something she really feels. In normal circumstances, Robin would feel a bit sad knowing Steve can never fully understand her experience. Flayed!Robin resents him over it and wants to hurt him. But the pain is there. There ARE exceptions though, and they're interesting because the others are so used to hearing her say evil half-truths that when she says something so horriffic the real Robin couldn't possibly believe it, they think she means it deep down.

Flayed!Robin isn't physically violent - another reflection of the real Robin's nature. He uses her silver tongue to attack the others.

There's a lot of confusion from the rest of the group, even once they figure out she IS possesed, because its like she keeps coming back before being pulled under again. One moment she's acting normal and the next she's telling Nancy she always ruins everything. It's hard to tell what is true and what is a lie

Flayed!Robin targets Nancy specifically, not because it's particularly useful to Vecna - I mean, it is, but there's more to that - it comes from Robin's shameful love for Nancy, the source of so much pain. Flayed!Robin takes her anger out on her.

Flayed!Robin particularly enjoys making Nancy cry. Her favorite method is reminding her of Barb, blaming her for everything that goes wrong and telling her everyone would be better of if she were dead. Otherwise, she'll get them all killed until she's the last one standing. At the beginning though, she's just mean. She acts irritable and angry and rolls her eyes at her and doesn't take her seriously and casually insults her intelligence. She does it sparingly enough that Nancy actually wonders if she heard that right, if Robin is being serious, if it's just an instance of her "not understanding social cues" or if she really thinks she's "losing her spark" or "keeps talking nonsense lately", or whatever Vecna makes her say. This is one of the cases in which Robin doesn't mean what she says in the slightest.

Another way in which flayed Robin likes to taunt Nancy is by publicly accusing her of homosexuality. Everyone awkwardly ignores that most of the time (though sometimes Hopper sideyes her, Joyce closes her eyes and inhales deeply, and Mike snaps and loudly declares his sister isn't gay), and they ignore Nancy's sharp breath and tight fists when Robin says anything on the matter ("Aaw, Wheeler, are you in love with me? You know, I did take you for a queer but I didn't think you'd be after me. Thought you were still hung up on that Barb girl").

At the beginning of Robin's possesion, Nancy was incredibly kind to her, saying sweet, loving things to her even if unsure if she could hear her or not. She promised she would take care of her and that she'll be okay. Robin would usually roll her eyes and tell her, voice full of scorn, that if Nanch Wheeler is promising to "take care of her" then her odds aren't very promising. It hurts Nancy so much to hear that. She thinks there's a little bit of the real Robin behind those words.

Nancy becomes exhausted after some time. Exhausted and angry. She convinces herself it's only Vecna in there, and she refuses to offer him any kindness. He will pay for what he did to the girl she loved.

When they get her and tie her up so they can think of a plan, they leave her alone for a moment, and for the first time, Vecna retreats entirely, to let her fully feel the bite of ropes around her wrists, keeping her immobilized, tied to the chair. He wants her to fully feel the terror of her trauma without any numbing effect. Bonus points if she's not fully alone - Nancy is keeping watch, and Robin is scared and confused as to why she looks at her with such cold eyes, why she won't help her, why she won't comfort her when she sees her panicking and crying and begging. It's the worst torture so far, and when Nancy steps forward, and looks at her with so much hate, and says "Shut. Up", Robin feels her heart break all over again (Nancy had told her she loved her once and she never knew what she meant by that. She supposes the love is gone now). She has no idea Vecna has played with Nancy in this way a million times before.

Whenever they drug her to keep her unconcious, Nancy gives her as much physical affection as she can - stroking her cheek, brushing her hair, cuddling her. She wonders if, in this way, Robin will feel something Vecna doesn't.

When she comes back, Robin remembers everything she said while possessed and won't stop apologizing, refusing any comfort Nancy tries to offer her because she thinks she doesn't deserve it, but Nancy won't hear any of that. She stays by Robin's side no matter what, even if it means skipping school or not sleeping. The girl she loves is back and she's not wasting a single second more away from her.

[drivinmeinsane]

In case you're not tired of them yet- I've got some character asks :]

For Holland; 8, 16 and 27

For Julian; 15, 17 and 28 (Driver)

For K; 2, 17 and 47

Thank you for the message! I appreciated the opportunity to talk about these guys some more!!! <3

Holland

8. Unpopular opinion about them.

Holland loved his wife dearly, but Jackson Healy is the unexpected love of his life.

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves.

Holland is worried that Holly hates him. He thinks he genuinely might be a bad father. He couldn’t fault his daughter if she blames him for the death of her mom, he certainly does.

27. Their guilty pleasure.

It would be easy to say alcohol, smoking, or self-flagellation, but really? Holland likes all those cheesy family activities (this includes Jackson of course). He didn’t get to spend enough time with Holly and her mom together, so he tries to put in the extra effort these days for family game nights, dinners, movie trips, anything they can do together. He also gets the bonus satisfaction of seeing Healy’s face flush every time he’s included as part of the March family.

Julian

15. Worst thing they’ve ever done.

Julian has done plenty of terrible things in his life. He is a product of his upbringing. As gently as I can put this with the understanding that he was victimized, the worst thing he did was not love himself enough to save himself by cutting ties with his mother and his brother. Without them in the picture, he very likely would not have been engaging in the destructive (both to himself and to other people) behaviors to the extent that he was. Crystal truly was an epicenter of bad.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them.

Off the top of my head, here are some of the songs that remind of Julian » I Bet on Losing Dogs - Mitski » God's Gonna Cut You Down - Johnny Cash » Afraid - The Neighborhood » Knives Out - Radiohead » Grip - Seeb x Bastille

28. How they feel about Driver.

I feel like Julian would find common ground with Driver. Neither of them had a stable childhood, however Driver was able to come out of his experiences being able to connect with others, to love, despite everything. Julian might be able to let him in. Perhaps he could heal.

K

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on.

I firmly believe that Deckard would have left that upgrade center with two kids, Ana and K, if he had truly known what was going on from the start. By all rights, they were siblings. K had found his family. He just would not -could not- consider himself human enough to deserve it. By the time Deckard realized, likely when Ana explained the circumstances of K visiting, it would have been too late for him to claim K in life. In a happier story, he would have pried K off those steps before he succumbed to his wounds and the thought that he wanted to die. Maybe he could have been saved. Deckard had loved a replicant as a partner, he could have easily loved a replicant as a son.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them.

Here's just some of the songs I associate with K. We'll go ahead ignore that I'm pulling some of these off my Six/K playlist... » Like Real People Do - Hozier » Star Hopping Lover - Chance Peña » Take me to Church - Hozier » Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths » Way Down We Go - KALEO

47. Their dream job.

I think that in another life, K would have really liked to do something involving agriculture. As we see in both the script and in the movie, he has a genuine interest in Sapper’s occupation. He wants to know what he farms. He wants to know what’s bubbling on the stove. He’s intrigued by the cowslip he finds on the ground. Anything involving the creation of life and the tactile use of his hands seems right up his alley. Personally, I specifically see him as keeping bees if he were not… leashed by the LAPD (if he were to survive defection or were allowed to openly have his own interests). They captivated him from the moment on landed on his hand. As he is, they’re part of a system working for the betterment of a colony. I also think that in keeping bees, he would feel closer to Deckard given that he has his own. It might feel almost as if it were a family business, and we all know how desperately K wants to belong to a family. I’ve included some of my notes on the script and some shots of K finding the hives. I have too many feelings. :(

[glaito]

stares at you. i challenge you to answer every single ask for a massive sammy info dump because i require food, gabe. i need sammy info to survive

oh good lord fray, this is such a gift to me :3 it'll all be under the cut lol

BACKGROUND:

1. Where are they from? What is their homeworld like? Do they miss it?

Sammy was born on Necromunda, which is a Hive World and he grew up in a very industrial, factory part of the world in the poorest/lowest sector of the city. She doesn't miss it at all and if anything would love to see it succumb to exterminatus

2. What is their Origin? Who were they before they became a Rogue Trader?

Oh god, I'll try to give the simplest summary ever: Sammy was (unknowingly at first) being corrupted by Tzeentch from a very early age given all the horrors she saw upon the Black Ship, he wanted to, in his heart of hearts, change things and so the Ruinous Power began to supplant dreams/early memories into Sammy's head as he was going through his sanctioning as well as limiting the Emporer's influence upon Samael's mind so that he is in fact not fully sanctioned. After that he was forced into the Astra Militarum as a back-line battle medic. Years being in the Militarum she got a chance to apprentice with an Inquisitor, being their interrogator for a short period of time before being deemed suitable to become an Inquisitorial Representative upon Terra.

As the Great Crusade began, Samael was sent to be the trusted right hand of a primarch, Konrad Curze. She was by his side through the Grand Crusade and the Horus Heresy, Tzeentch influencing Samael the whole time, spreading the Changer of Way's rhetoric wherever he went. After Konrad had died, Sammy wandered the Imperium awaiting her reward from Tzeentch which came in the form of traversing its Crystal Labyrinth until she was of use again; which happened to be a few years before the start of Rogue Trader

3. Do they have a good relationship with their family? Who were they closest to growing up?

Short answer is no, the long answer is complicated because Samael absolute reviled his father, an abusive resentful man but Sammy loved his mother, a woman who was bedridden because of her child's birth with the sum of biomantic psyker energy tearing through her nerves from the waist down, making her paralyzed; Sammy still blames herself for this.

Him and his mother were rather close. Sometimes when she is in a very bad way, he'll recite his mother's lullaby's that he can remember; that's what kept him partially sane in Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth.

4. What does their name mean? Is it significant?

It means "venom of God" which I thought was super sick but also is incredibly accurate lol. He was doing actions for Tzeentch basically under the Emperor's nose for YEARS and still is (even if he's basically a corpse)

5. Describe a memory from childhood they think of fondly.

Definitely most interactions with his mother, but overall Sammy doesn't have many positive memories regarding his childhood, it was mostly being an outcast and severely abused by her father.

CHARACTER & CONVICTIONS:

6. What is their Conviction? How adherent are they to it? Does it change at all over the course of the game?

Heretical, obv. But there's moments where Sammy is able to break out of Tzeentch's grasp (specifically the moment where Heinrix helps a psyker RT against a perils of the warp in a cutscene, made me feel far crazier than it should have), so sometimes to just push Heinrix toward the worst version of himself, Sammy would pick dogmatic options

7. Was there a defining moment in their life that influenced their Conviction?

Uh, since she stepped on the Black Ship and Tzeentch began "contacting" him through dreams

8. What was their Triumph? Do they take pride in it?

I chose Illustrious Glory for Sammy, mostly for the +5 persuasion but I don't think Samael "takes pride" in it per se, she "saved" those people to save herself

9. What was their Darkest Hour? How does it affect them today?

I also chose Grim Portents cause idgaf abt Logic as a skill for Sammy's build but it would be funny if it was the same event as the Illustrious Glory where Sammy had to use sm power and help from Tzeentch to effectively drive off the warp breach that she was covered in bio-luminescent feathers and ice and her eyes were glazed over with an oily rainbow consistency so all the passengers assumed he had been possessed and kicked him off at the nearest planet

10. How do they feel about becoming a Rogue Trader? How easily do they take to being the head of the von Valancius dynasty?

Oh, it's fucking great. I think my first thoughts when I played through the prologue for the first time was like "oh, they are gonna regret giving Samael a whole ass voidship" but Sammy had been under the thumb of more powerful people her whole life so having actual power, it's nice

RELATIONSHIPS:

11. Who amongst their retinue are they closest to?

I still have this tier list you sent me and I feel like it answer's this question perfectly

12. Who amongst their retinue do they clash with the most?

God most definitely Argenta cause Sammy will do some heretic shit and Argenta is holding her finger over the trigger imagining Samael's head popping like a watermelon

13. Are they romantically involved with anyone? Do they wish to be?

Erm..yes :3 *looks at Heinrix and sees a younger version of herself that he can either lead astray or make him the best, most loyal attack dog that loves his new owners leash so so much

14. Who was the most important person in their life prior to becoming a Rogue Trader? Is that person still in their life now?

Konrad Curze 100%, it's been a millennia and Sammy is still not over his ex situationship who kinda hated him but was super meat-horny about him + you are the only person in this Heresy who understands me

15. How do they feel towards Theodora? Had they met before? Were they close?

As in the tier list above she is labeled in the "in my fucking way" category so honestly they probably aren't even actually related but Tzeentch did some weird warp shit to make it so

SKILLS & EXPERTISE:

16. What is their Archetype?

Grand Strategist Officer :3

17. What are their strengths in combat? What are their weaknesses?

Sammy is 100% support, he is so not good in confrontational combat, he is a healer and buffer. Though if she can talk her way out of something she will take that every time

18. How do they approach conflict? Do they tackle problems head-on, or is coercion favourable to them?

As said above Samael loves using his words to warp peoples perceptions especially if she can wiggle in her biomancy to race their heart a bit (either feeling admirable emotions toward Samael or debilitating anxiety/fear)

19. Which three skills are of the most value to them?

Bring it down, iron arm, and invigorate. Oh, also voice of command, love me stacking temp hp for the front-liners :)

20. Do they have a talent or hobby that would surprise others?

It's surprising but unsurprising at the same time that Sammy is super good at sewing like she continuously patches up her own battle medic/nurse outfit SO MUCH

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY:

21. Do they have any notable markings? Scars, birthmarks, tattoos, etc.?

He tends to hide most of his Tzeentch ritual scars with biomancy, for obvious reasons but the scars she doesn't hide are her lip stitch scars she got from the Horus Heresy, being tortured/interrogated at the hand of Lion El Johnson; stitching his lips together so he couldn't speak her warped heresy. She also doesn't cover up the self-inflicted scars running up the entirety of both her arms from having to use her own blood to heal people.

22. Do they have any augmentations? Were these installed out of necessity, or as a cosmetic choice?

No because biomancy psyker, he doesn't really need any

23. How do they hold themselves? Is the persona they show the world different to who they truly are? Who is privy to the ‘real’ them?

I mean, at what point does someone become their mask? At some points she is brought back to at least who he was in the inquisition when he's around Heinrix but other than that, Sammy is built out of lies and falsehoods, just as Tzeentch wants, someone who has a name and face only in appearance, not reality.

24. Do they place value in how their protectorate sees them? Does this sway their decisions at all?

Oh god no, Sammy sees the general population as ants or sand in an hourglass after having been alive for nearly 10k years, people start to not value normal, human life after that. But it is good to be celebrated and recognized every once and a while

25. Wildcard: Share a fun fact, random thought, or headcanon about them!

Just a random thought but I really want to write more in depth about Sammy's "lost memories" like what Tzeentch has replaced and sifted through cause that was just a passing detail for Sammy but man, it's kinda juicy

[louisesloveletters]

Letter #16: To My Fellow Soldiers — We Will Make It Through

“Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”— Psalms 23:4 NIV

One of my favorite Korean drama series is Because This is My First Life. It follows a group of adults as they navigate their firsts in life, and my favorite character is Ji-Ho — a struggling writer, just like me. There’s a particular scene that struck a chord in my heart. Ji-Ho is walking through a long, dark tunnel in her pajamas and slippers. What she thought in that moment was so painfully relatable:

“When I decided to follow my dream, I thought my life would be like walking through a dark tunnel. But I didn’t know it was going to be this dark. I didn’t know it was going to be this lonely.”— Ji-Ho, Episode 2

If you find yourself in a season where all you see is an endless dark tunnel, a vast desert, or towering, impenetrable mountains — I want you to know, you are not alone. And this too shall pass.

I’m in a season where God is pruning me. And honestly? I don’t enjoy it. My mind is clouded with questions, doubts, fears, and worries. BUT — God never leaves me to drown in these thoughts, nor does He let me fight these battles alone. He keeps drawing me back to Himself, gently reminding me of His greater plans.

“He refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake.”— Psalms 23:3 NIV

We may not always understand God’s ways, but hasn’t He always shown up? Covering the things beyond our control, carrying us through what we thought would break us? If you look back, those situations you believed you couldn’t survive — yet you did — that’s God’s faithfulness written over your life. He promises never to leave nor forsake you, especially in this season.

“You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.”— Psalms 23:5 NIV

I know the strongest soldiers get tired too. I get it — because I’ve been there more times than I can count. I’ve cried out to God, “Lord, I’m so tired of being one of your strongest soldiers. I don’t want to be strong anymore. Please let me rest.”

And if you feel the same, know this: you are not alone in this journey. There is no shame in being tired, sad, frustrated, or in complaining about the weight you carry. God understands — He knows your heart, your humanity. And He will never blame you for feeling weary. He will only remind you how deeply, how endlessly, He loves you.

But please, never forget this:

You are stronger and far more powerful than you ever believed — because you have a strong, merciful, and unfailing God by your side.

“Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”— Psalms 23:6 NIV

P.S. God loves you.🤍

P.P.S. We’ll make it through, my friend. Just hold on to your faith.✨

[aajjks]

sorry i’m late. today was…a day but hopefully, this part makes up for it 🩵

DHP!JK

your heart breaks as you listen to your husband. he’s so vulnerable and weak; so much has happened in one day. the funeral, sarang, and now mi-cha—it’s all piling on him, and when his back is against the wall, what more can he do besides eliminating the problem in his life? all your baby wants is peace of mind. his mind has been running since the day of ian’s death, and it hasn’t had rest since. you know, threatening to leave jungkook when he’s at his most vulnerable was the last thing he needed to hear, but after tonight, you’ve realized that his decisions could lead him to a very dark path that he’ll deeply regret, you know it.

in a way, you blame yourself for mi-cha’s betrayal. for years, you kept her at arm’s length (for a good reason), and the moment she got too close, she burned you, jungkook, and junseo. it’s just like jiyeon said: it all points back to you.

sarang was because of you.

mi-cha was because of you.

your poor husband is going crazy and feels suicidal because of you.

he’s not the poison, you are.

you poisoned him the moment you introduced yourself to him those years ago. you were never the antidote he thinks you are. you���re a cancer that spreads, and because you never have the guts or sense to leave, it never goes away. you both are so toxic for each other, but it never turned either of you away, it only made your love grow and grow and grow.

“i don’t think you’re a psycho, jungkook” you speak up. “i think you act on impulse instead of properly thinking it through. we both have that habit, honestly” you sigh as you think back to the time you beat sarang up at the party and almost had charges pressed against you for it.

impulsive, but she deserved it.

you take jungkook’s hands in yours and look into his teary, vulnerable eyes. “i’m so sorry this is happening to you—to us. you are and will always be the man i love. nothing will ever change that. i know so much shit is going on, but we can’t lose control like that. i never want us to feel unsafe with each other because you ARE my haven, baby. your arms around me is like the inhaler to my asthma. when you kiss me, i feel like i’m floating, and nobody will ever hurt me” you come closer. “so i get it. this shit is a fucking mess and makes you want to hurt any and everyone, but baby, you have to calm down. give your mind a break. i know you don’t want to be this person, baby, and i believe you. if nobody else does, i do. i’ll be right here changing with you and reminding you just how important you are to me. i’ll annoy the fuck out of you about it forever and don’t you DARE hurt yourself because you matter, jungkook. your existence matters”

“just because you did a bad thing, it doesn’t make you a bad person. you have a big heart, and you love hard. i understand you, baby, i see you. i. see. you.”

~🫧

Jungkook cries hard as he hears your words.

And before you can think he looks at you permission before he’s kissing your mouth like his life depends on it because you drive him crazy in the best way possible

You’re perfect for him because you understand the darkest parts of them and you know how to accept him as he is rather than trying to change him you’re just trying to improve him

And he appreciates your help so much because he knows deep down that he needs a lot of help. He’s not right in the head, especially these days.

He just came back from burying his brother 6 feet under, and he sees his stalker playing with his baby boy all because of your sister’s betrayal

What was he supposed to do?

The thing he was not supposed to do was to back hand you, and bust your lip with his wedding ring, which is the symbol of his commitment to you and his immense love to you

But he ended up, busting your lip and making you bleed.

“I love you so fucking much. I love you so much. You’re my entire life. I would do anything for you. I would ruin myself for you, but please don’t fucking leave me.” he begs against your lips.

His body temperature is burning right now because he’s got fever, but all he needs is your reassurance that you’re not gonna leave him.

But the more he stares at your busted lip the more he feels like he should be away from you because he ended up physically hurting you.

“Y-Yn please let’s go to the bedroom. Let me fix your lip properly. I promise.” he gets up on his shaky legs and helps you get up as well.

He spares one last glance into your sleeping son’s crib before he’s taking you upstairs, even though he’s so weak right now, he decides to pick you up bridal style and walks onto the stairs.

He closes the door to your bedroom as soon as you reach it and gently puts you down onto the bed so you can sit down.

And then he’s going into your bathroom to search for an ointment, it’s not like it’s gonna make it any better, but he doesn’t want you to be in too much pain, especially because of him

But he should’ve thought about it before he decided to smack you unknowingly, but he still did it.

After applying the ointment on your lip, he kisses it again and again, and as he does so he cannot stop crying because he’s the reason it’s busted.

These lips of yours were made to be kissed by him, not to get busted by him

But after your reassurance and your sweet words, he decides to change his clothes and take a shower, as soon as he gets into the shower, he slides down the wall and cries his eyes out

He’s so exhausted.

But he cannot put all of his burden on you. He’s already burdened you enough.

After 30 minutes, he finally emerges back from the shower and put on his sweatpants before he’s jumping onto the bed, as soon as his head hits his pillow, he sighs in relief

“Yn come cuddle me, please?… if you want to.” he slyly asks.

He’s not sure if you want to touch him right now and he understands, but he desperately needs your cuddles too. Why is he so selfish?

Jungkook moves his head so his cheek is pressing against his pillow, he tries to relax but then, as you climb onto the bed next to him, he notices something sticky.

His pillow is really sticky.

“Ew what the fuck? Yn my pillow is so fucking sticky.”

[nadia-stark-official]

Character Chart (things not filled in in too lazy to do)

Character’s full name: Nadia Carol Stark

Reason or meaning of name: Nadia means hope

Character’s nickname: Nads

Reason for nickname: who knows

Birth date: January 21st

Physical appearance

Age: 30

How old does he/she appear: 12

Weight: 90 pounds

Height: 5.2

Body build: Very skinny

Shape of face: Round and soft

Eye color: brown

Glasses or contacts: none

Skin tone: Light to fair

Distinguishing marks: scar on her left cheek

Predominant features:

Hair color: dark brown

Type of hair: 1b

Hairstyle: Up in a ponytail

Voice:

Overall attractiveness:

Physical disabilities: none

Usual fashion of dress: casual, easy to fight with

Favorite outfit: t-shirt and zip up sweater with sweat paints.

Jewelry or accessories: a friendship bracelet on her wrist

Personality

Good personality traits: Very polite,

Bad personality traits: Not always a great person.

Mood character is most often in: Tired, so she doesn’t want to deal with a lot, but she still has to.

Sense of humor: pretty dark, sometimes lighthearted

Character’s greatest joy in life:

Character’s greatest fear: Being taken back to HYDRA

Why? HYDRA has tortured her for most of her life, and she always worries that they’ll somehow get her back.

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? Having to return to HYDRA, without Bucky.

Character is most at ease when: she’s in her room

Most ill at ease when: she’s surrounded by people she doesn’t know

Enraged when:

Depressed or sad when:

Priorities: Keeping people close to her safe, following orders

Life philosophy:

If granted one wish, it would be: to never have killed all of those people.

Why? She wants to take back all the things she ever did to hurt somebody

Character’s soft spot:

Is this soft spot obvious to others?

Greatest strength: Being able to kill people without hesitating.

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: Her HYDRA words still work, so she could be under someone else’s control at any moment.

Biggest regret: trusting people she shouldn’t have

Minor regret:

Biggest accomplishment: Reading her first book

Minor accomplishment:

Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: her failure to complete her mission.

Why? She wants to be good at her job, because not accomplishing her goal leads to her getting hurt.

Character’s darkest secret: She killed a 7 year old girl just because she saw her

Does anyone else know? No, not even Bucky

Goals

Drives and motivations: keeping her family and friends safe

Immediate goals:

Long term goals:

How the character plans to accomplish these goals:

How other characters will be affected:

Past

Hometown: Long Island, New York

Type of childhood: Absent father, great older brother that played with her a lot (before hydra)

Pets: a goldfish named herold

First memory: being held by her mother

Most important childhood memory: playing with her brother a few days before the ‘incident’

Why: it’s her last really good memory of her brother, even though it was messed up by HYDRA

Childhood hero: Captain America

Dream job: Astronaut

Education: Preschool

Religion: None

Finances: none

Present

Current location: New York, New York

Currently living with: Her brother, Tony Stark

Pets: None

Religion: None

Occupation: None (occasionally helps with missions)

Finances: None

Family

Mother: Maria Stark

Relationship with her: Pretty good before Nadia was forced to kill her.

Father: Howard Stark

Relationship with him: Good, before she helped kill him.

Siblings: Tony Stark

Relationship with them: Not good, fights with him often, blames him for her time in HYDRA

Spouse: None

Relationship with him/her:

Children: None

Relationship with them:

Other important family members:

Favorites

Color: Pastel blue

Least favorite color: Red

Music: bury a friend by Billie Eilish

Food: Cheeseburgers

Literature: Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Form of entertainment:

Expressions:

Mode of transportation:

Most prized possession:

Habits

Hobbies: Reading, boxing

Plays a musical instrument?

Plays a sport? No

How he/she would spend a rainy day: sitting by her window and learning to read

Spending habits:

Smokes: Nothing

Drinks: Nothing

Other drugs: Nothing

What does he/she do too much of?

What does he/she do too little of?

Extremely skilled at:

Extremely unskilled at:

Nervous tics:

Usual body posture: If she is on guard, it’s very rigid and ready to move quickly at any moment. If she’s relaxed, she’s slumped a little.

Mannerisms:

Peculiarities:

Traits

Optimist or pessimist? Pessimist

Introvert or extrovert? Introvert

Daredevil or cautious? Cautious

Logical or emotional? Logical

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Methodical and neat

Prefers working or relaxing? Working

Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Unsure

Animal lover? Yes

Self-perception

How he/she feels about himself/herself: She feels guilty

One word the character would use to describe self: murderer

One paragraph description of how the character would describe self:

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait?

What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait?

What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? Small, easy to slip through people while fighting

What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic?

How does the character think others perceive him/her: As a murderer who shouldn’t be trusted

What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: Her paranoia

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general:

Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others?

Person character most hates: Rumlow

Best friend(s): Peter Parker

Love interest(s): None

Person character goes to for advice: Pepper Potts

Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Kila (hasn’t been introduced yet)

Person character feels shy or awkward around: All of the other Avengers that aren’t Nat, Steve, Sam, Tony or Bucky

Person character openly admires:

Person character secretly admires:

Most important person in character’s life before story starts: Tony

After story starts: Bucky

“Extremely detailed character sheet template”

Character Chart Character’s full name: Reason or meaning of name: Character’s nickname: Reason for nickname: Birth date: Physical appearance Age: How old does he/she appear: Weight: Height: Body build: Shape of face: Eye color: Glasses or contacts: Skin tone: Distinguishing marks: Predominant features: Hair color: Type of hair: Hairstyle: Voice: Overall attractiveness: Physical disabilities: Usual fashion of dress: Favorite outfit: Jewelry or accessories: Personality Good personality traits: Bad personality traits: Mood character is most often in: Sense of humor: Character’s greatest joy in life: Character’s greatest fear: Why? What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? Character is most at ease when: Most ill at ease when: Enraged when: Depressed or sad when: Priorities: Life philosophy: If granted one wish, it would be: Why? Character’s soft spot: Is this soft spot obvious to others? Greatest strength: Greatest vulnerability or weakness: Biggest regret: Minor regret: Biggest accomplishment: Minor accomplishment: Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: Why? Character’s darkest secret: Does anyone else know? Goals Drives and motivations: Immediate goals: Long term goals: How the character plans to accomplish these goals: How other characters will be affected: Past Hometown: Type of childhood: Pets: First memory: Most important childhood memory: Why: Childhood hero: Dream job: Education: Religion: Finances: Present Current location: Currently living with: Pets: Religion: Occupation: Finances: Family Mother: Relationship with her: Father: Relationship with him: Siblings: Relationship with them: Spouse: Relationship with him/her: Children: Relationship with them: Other important family members: Favorites Color: Least favorite color: Music: Food: Literature: Form of entertainment: Expressions: Mode of transportation: Most prized possession: Habits Hobbies: Plays a musical instrument? Plays a sport? How he/she would spend a rainy day: Spending habits: Smokes: Drinks: Other drugs: What does he/she do too much of? What does he/she do too little of? Extremely skilled at: Extremely unskilled at: Nervous tics: Usual body posture: Mannerisms: Peculiarities: Traits Optimist or pessimist? Introvert or extrovert? Daredevil or cautious? Logical or emotional? Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Prefers working or relaxing? Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Animal lover? Self-perception How he/she feels about himself/herself: One word the character would use to describe self: One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? How does the character think others perceive him/her: What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: Relationships with others Opinion of other people in general: Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? Person character most hates: Best friend(s): Love interest(s): Person character goes to for advice: Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Person character feels shy or awkward around: Person character openly admires: Person character secretly admires: Most important person in character’s life before story starts: After story starts:

found here

[blurmelonmilk]

My beloved by O.HW ~; | haewon

requested: no

protagonist: author!haewon ; fem!reader

genre: angst, slight fluff  TW: death; blood

Word Count: 808 words

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Haewon hurriedly grabbed her phone and laptop from her desk before heading to the front door, you quietly followed behind her making sure she does not fall from running around your shared apartment. Haewon looked at you before gaving you a small peck on the forehead, you softly smiled at her as you waved at her.

“good luck my love!” Haewon smiled as she watched the front door closed infront of her.

Haewon glanced at her watch before taking off to the bus stop, luckly for her the bus arrived at the same time as her, she boarded the bus before occupying an empty seat in the back. She closed her eyes as she tried to calm her nerves, she was meeting with a publisher who was interested in her story. This was Haewon’s most exciting and nerve-wrecking moment aside from when she first met you in the University library.

You were everything to Haewon.. her best friend, her lover. And she was your light in your darkest moments. Haewon would not even be herself if she lost you, she could not imagine what life would have been without you weren’t by her side, supporting and loving her.

Haewon looked out of the bus window watching as it drove past buildings and trees, before she could even realised she was closed to her destination. As she alighted the bus, as she was crossing the road, she quickly checked her bag making sure she didn’t forget anything. However, thats when she realised she had forgotten her thumb drive with all her work in it, she looked at her watch relieved to still have some time before her meeting so she quickly grabbed her phone and dialed your number.

Her phone rang for 5 seconds before she heard her lover’s sweet voice on the other side.

“hello?”

“jagi, i forgot my thumb drive, it’s the bear looking one... do you mind passing it to me? Im at the publishing company already, i hope im not troubling you.. i know you still have your assignments to do.” 

“not at all, i wouldn’t mind at all, just let me get my stuff.. i will see you in 10 minutes”

Haewon can’t help but smiled, how did she ever get so lucky with you. “thank you my love.” she said before hanging up the phone and looked around for a bench before walking to it. She sat down as she patiently waited for her lover to arrive.

10 Minutes have pass and there was still no sight of you, she sighed as she grabbed her phone to message you, thats when she heard her named being called. She looked up and there you were standing across the street.

“HAEWON!” you waved at her as you crossed the road.

Her face quickly lit up as she waited for you to cross the road.

“jagi- “

“BEEP BEEP”

Haewon’s eyes nervously looked at her lover’s still conscious body lying infront of her, she quickly ran to your side, she kneeled down as she shook your body.

“y/n?” she cried as she felt her tears roll down on to your body.

“y/n.. please stay with me..” Haewon held you in her arms as people started to gather around.

Haewon sliently sobbed outside of the emergency room with her hands stained with blood. She held her knees closed to her chest as she waited for you. She prayed that you will come back to her, she know you were a strong girl. However, she couldn’t shake of the feeling of losing you.

She blamed herself, if only she didn’t have forgotten her thumb drive this morning, you wouldn’t be in this state.

After what felt like hours to her, she heard footstep coming from the other side of the door, she quickly stood up as she waited for the doctor. As the doctor walked out, he removed his mask and asked.

“Are you Oh Y/n’s guardian?”

“Yes, Im her wife.”

“Mrs Oh, unfortunately she didn’t make it..” The doctor looked down as he felt guilty and helpless as he watched the girl break down infront of him.

“She lost too much blood on the way to the hospital, we did everything we could... Im sorry for your loss.” He bowed apologetically before giving haewon some alone time in the hallway.

The end...

Haewon closed her laptop as she sighed, she finally finished her story but she couldn’t help but miss you even after a years since your passing.

She packed her things making sure she did not forget anything for tomorrows meeting. Your shared apartment still felt as empty as ever. She laid down on your shared bed, she was hugging the teddy bear that you bought her for your first anniversary. She felt her eyes start to water as she closed her eyes before closing her eyes.

Note: its my first story, so i apologise if its not good :D

Should i do a prequel for when they first met? hm

Taglist: @the-roo-too​

[her-devils-advocate]

Snippets from a domestic summer. (Part 1)

♥. Genre: Fluff

♥. pairings: Nate Sewell / Female Detective (Named)

♥. content warnings: None

♥. notes: I have really been wanting to do a small-ish fic where its just Nate and my detective having purple tongues, despite having a red and blue iced slushy to themselves.

♥. Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47590726/chapters/119943328

♥. Word count: 1,644

Nate and Valerie walk hand in hand, the midday sun glaring down on them as the birds overhead swoop and soar, doing their best to scout for lunch that could be plucked out of the hands of an unexpecting victim. 

The gentle breeze catches the ends of his dark hair, now much longer than when she had first met him, causing the styled back strands to flutter behind him. Further convincing her that he would make a more than decent supermodel if he were to ever get bored of the agent life. Her own hair behaving far less well in the breeze, the strands which had broken loose from her braid are now flying around her face far less gracefully than she would like. She can only hope that the olive green summer dress, which had been dragged out from the dark corner of her wardrobe, has more decorum.

The duo slowly make their way to Haley's bakery, eager to try the new summer menu that she had been excitedly discussing all spring. The two of them needed very little convincing to try her new line of slushies, anything to get some relief after a day braving the unusually high temperatures overtaking Wayhaven as of late, something Mason had yet to stop grumbling about from the safety of the darkest and coldest shadow in the warehouse.

"How are you holding up?" She tilts her head up to look him over, checking for any signs of discomfort, only to be met with a smile so bright that it could put the sun to shame.

"I'm alright, very hot but it's worth the time spent if it means I get to be in your company." He smirks down at her before a serious expression takes over his features. "Though I'm more worried about you getting burnt. You didn't put on any sun cream before we left."

"I'll be fine, we’re almost there so we won't be out here for much longer! By the time we start heading back home to the warehouse, it will be much cooler." She gives a light-hearted roll of her eyes at his worry, missing the way he beams down at her, pure adoration shining in his eyes.

"You said 'home'."

Her face grows hot, hoping that it isn’t too late to take her words back and blame the growing blush on a sunburn. 

"I guess I did say that, didn’t I? It would make sense that I consider that place a home now, especially with how often I'm there and all." 

“It warms my heart to hear that.” He brings their joined hands to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to the back of hers before dropping them once more in favour of swinging them as they walk, earning him multiple giggles from the woman beside him as he does.

They fall into a comfortable quiet as they finish the journey to the bakery, making sure to walk within the cool shade whenever they get the chance. The closer they get, the stronger the enticing scent of freshly baked bread becomes as it flows out to greet them.

The small bell above the door chimes as Nate opens it, gesturing for Val to enter first with a grin. As they enter the brightly lit bakery, the duo is instantly greeted by the ever cheerful Haley, watching them with a fond, knowing smile.

“Good evening Val, Agent Sewell! Here to try my newest menu?” Her light voice glides through the stifling heat, earning her a small wave from the detective. 

“Hey Haley, when we heard that those slushies were finally available, we found it hard to stay away. Especially before we melted under that sun!”

Haley chuckles as she takes their orders, one strawberry and one blueberry. She lingers in front of the fan carefully perched upon a stool behind the counter for a moment before moving to make the drinks, humming a bright tune as she does. 

While waiting for the order, Nate idly plays with Val’s hands. He traces light patterns upon the backs of them before his hand begins to wander up her arms, causing a flurry of chills to shoot throughout her as she gently swats at his own arm.

They collect their drinks, giving their thanks to Haley as they reluctantly leave their own spot within the fans' range, mentally preparing themselves to brave the sun once more.

“At least we now have something to help cool us down.” As if to emphasise her point, Val stops sipping at her strawberry flavoured slushy in favour of pressing it against her forehead, sighing as the cold temperature brings relief to her burning skin. 

Nate, on the other hand, is much more focused on the way the condensation of the drink slides onto her skin, before travelling down her cheek and dropping to continue its journey across her neck. His eyes narrow onto the rogue drop of water as he takes a sip of his own blueberry slushy, hoping to distract himself from the urge to kiss it away.

Noticing the intense gaze aimed towards her, she flashes him a playful smirk before joining their hands together once more. Dragging him back in the direction of the warehouse before the others send out a search party to ruin their fun, under the guise of not wanting them to forget about the “very important” meeting taking place that evening with Agent Michaelis.

By the time they reach the forest where the team resides within, the scorching sun had begun to set, letting the temperature cool as their drinks begin to grow warm. With a sad sigh, Val wiggles her straw around, trying to find remnants of ice within the bright red liquid as she looks up at him with a faux pout.

“It melted…” 

“Yes, love. Ice tends to do that.” He tries to stifle a chuckle as he takes another sip of his drink, grimacing at the much warmer temperature which brings out the artificial flavouring that the ice had masked. 

Abandoning his drink, he smirks down at her as an idea crosses his mind. He slowly backs her up against a tree as she raises an eyebrow up at him, happily following his lead. Part curious, part excited by the look that had been shining within his eyes the moment they had left the bakery.

Before she gets the chance to open her mouth to question him, he pulls her close, trailing soft kisses across her jaw, prompting a breathy laugh from the woman as his light stubble tickles her in the process. He raises his arms to wrap around her as she melts into his touch with a sigh. With one slender finger, he tilts her head up so that his lips could finally meet hers. 

His free hand rests dangerously low on her back as she moans into the kiss, bringing her own hand to tangle within his hair and granting him access as his tongue collides with hers, sending a shockingly strong flutter to her heart, a flutter she will never get used to, no matter how many kisses they share.

He hums against her as she tries to press herself even closer to him, only to reluctantly pull away as their phones both begin to buzz within his pockets. Not even needing to check the messages to know the contents and their sender.

Val rises onto the tips of her toes with a chuckle, carefully stroking back his soft strands of hair which she had caused to become dishevelled, trying to gain some composure herself before they attend the meeting that they were now fashionably late for.

Unit Bravo are scattered around the living room, Mason impatiently tapping at his phone while Adam continues to glare at the door, as if it could summon the tardy members. Felix begins to whistle a cheerful tune, only to be silenced by the flying pillow sent his way by the less-than-thrilled Mason, his phone abandoned as his lighter takes its place within his hands.

Rebecca lets out a long sigh before turning to the Unit Leader, her eyebrows pulling together as she checks her watch. Before she gets the chance to comment on the time, the door swings open.

“About fucking time.” Mason huffs, tendrils of smoke punctuating his annoyance as he does.

The couple both flash the group an apologetic smile before Val turns to playfully stick her tongue out at Mason, earning her a scoff of laughter from the vampire and an eye roll from Rebecca, less than amused by her daughter's behaviour as she tries to ignore the growing nostalgia that the sight causes. Adam bristles for a moment, glancing warily between the pair as Felix’s natural smile grows into a full blown smirk. 

He slides up between the two, throwing his arms over their shoulders as he looks down at the drinks in their hands, ignoring the confused glances being thrown at him from around the room.

“Sooo…wanna explain why your tongue is purple despite the red drink in your hand, Val?”

The room falls silent, all eyes falling onto the trio still standing in the doorway as Nate shoots Felix a pleading look, hoping to silence any more highly unneeded comments made at their expense. Not caring for his pleas, Mason takes advantage of the silence before Felix has the chance.

“Looks like it pairs perfectly with the blue drink in Nate’s hand.” He shrugs half-heartedly at them. “Doesn’t take much to figure out the reason for your lateness.”

Two, perfectly matching exasperated sighs interrupt any further comments as Rebecca loudly drops the files onto the dark wood of the coffee table, a frown on her face despite the amusement that shines in her icy blue eyes. “Now that we are all here, can we please get on with the meeting?”

[soullessxpandora]

Pandora could recall how full of light they were in their younger years, seemingly chosen by the goddesses to become mortal carriers of their abilities. It was her destiny forming a coven led by kindness and a firm grip as was it Ezekiel's destiny being a father to all. Being the guiding light when one is lost within themselves, and when they were together? A cosmic collision written in the stars. She could not fathom how her vengeance could have blinded her so that she would abandon what they created from their blossoming love and the everlasting dedication to their children. Their twins. Pandora knew she was partly to blame, if not, utterly and completely responsible. Their coven lost a leader, she lost her family in one fell swoop. A devastating wake crippled those around the First Witch, the others disbanded after such a momentous grief clung in the air. Ezekiel's absence further divided what she once cherished and built before tainting a legacy she and her husband were fostering for the next generation. The ritual may have strengthened their already powerful magical bond, but the confessions and the truth solidified the fact that they will never separate ever again. "If there was ever a single second where you doubted that I still loved you, I am sorry, my darling. We are forever connected by bond and by the greatest love nothing in this world will diminish." Pan's eyes steadily lowered to their connected hands, the warmth of his heat soothing her very soul and feeling like home. She once has forgotten the meaning of the word home entirely. "A compassionate woman does not send her husband away or drag her son down to the darkest depths. I have poisoned Rhys, my darling. How are either of us certain I am still capable of compassion when I've failed our boy at every turn because of my selfishness?" The doubt strangled Panny no matter the web she spun. Nothing offered proof that the girl Ezekiel married isn't lost for good, it is a girl she has not seen in centuries, the stern and merciful witch untouched by unimaginable loss.

Pandora's eyes immediately shot upwards in shock at her husband's stated suggestion, nothing she hasn't thought herself at one point, but the fact he would offer this idea as if there were no other choice caught the woman with her back against the wall. Ezekiel's long-winded explanation, describing Rhys's turn to the darkness and detailing the consequences the King dished for every Prince, sent Pan through a whirlwind of emotions as her mind internally rationalized why she could never break the curse. Was she that stubborn, that vain and pure evil as to deny those boys their only chance ridding themselves of a monstrous abuser because of her own hubris? Pride placed a great barrier between himself and the King, going against his nature playing the dutiful soldier. Unexpected from him. She thought about Gluttony, souls ripped from his hands and a voice he coveted destroyed that left him with the silence just as Sloth was plagued by the screaming voices of the damned. She thought about Lust and his plight keeping his Prince from harm's way. Every memory she possessed of the brothers raced in her mind, blurry and indistinguishable, chaotic and causing enough fuel to set the woman into a complete panic. Those thoughts abruptly zeroed in on the two brothers who meant more to her than the idea of punishing the King. Greed and Wrath. Greed once upon a time looked her way when the other princes were preoccupied by the curse's effects, offering friendship and brotherhood when she spent her days alone. He opened his trust to her and she bared her soul as if they were two beings designed to coexist perfectly. And Wrath...the prince who granted her daughter happiness when her family could not rescue her. He and Pandora carried an understanding and he concealed her secret from his brothers for Celeste. Pan shook her head from side to side frantically, someone who exuded confidence her entire life, now left grappling with an impossible decision. "Everything that I have done, my promises to him, will have been for nothing." Pandora released her grasp and stepped back, willing the denial of the possibility to touch her lips, but the words failed. Zeke was right. Those boys are as good as dead in the water if their full abilities were not restored before the war landed at their feet. "I should have shown them mercy a long time ago." She whispered after a long paused beat. Pandora's attention shifted on her husband, nodding with acceptance. "It's time I let go before it really kills me, my darling. No more of this...this game of vengeance. For you, for our children, for those boys who deserve freedom. Our gift." Panny reached for the male's hands again, "We are breaking the curse."

Ezekiel almost couldn't bear the look that crossed Pandora's face at his admission, yet he didn't look away; he couldn't look away. Not when he needed to come to terms with what he'd thought and done once upon a time. He could have been a better father, been faithful to his moniker that was bestowed once upon a time, yet he failed– watching his son, their boy, cross the line into dangerous territories of never being able to come back from his decisions. He watched as his wife relished her chaos up close and personally– feeding into the despair that her curse caused on the Princes as they scrambled to find purchase in the mortal realm that they didn't belong in. All because their King stole his daughter from them. His eyes closed the moment that Pandora's hand slipped onto his face, turning so he could press his lips onto her palm. He almost couldn't comprehend that even after all these years and distance, if something had happened to the witch... his Panny still loved him so much so that she couldn't bear living without him. "You are my light, my love. We've both done uncharacteristic things these past centuries, but nothing stopped me from believing deep down that we'd meet again. This life or the next, and nothing will ever change that." Zeke listened to his wife speak with such fondness in his heart that only beat for her, his hands squeezing hers between his gently. "You are my wife, my whole soul. If you believe me to be strong, then I believe that you, with all my heart, are not so far from who you were before this tragedy either. You may have ruled with a strong hand over the coven, but you also had compassion within you that was dimmed when our daughter perished, but it was not snuffed out completely." He thought back on the interactions that he'd had with most of the Princes, and Ezekiel knew that even if they were told that they would never return home regardless of their King, their powers were never given back... they wouldn't blame Pandora. Not one of them would blame her, but instead blame their King.

"There is a way to give them back their power, Pandora. We can break the curse," the words falling from his lips quietly, almost as if he were afraid he'd spook her with the idea, but with what he felt from her earlier when her secret came to light... Pandora was already thinking about it. She just needed an affirmation. "Our boy is on the cusp of losing himself completely, and while he might not like the Princes being redeemed... he needs to see that rage doesn't last. Anger only leads to despair and the wrong people being brought into the crosshairs. You are not severed from your mercy, my love, not with the sorrow you feel if the Princes never forgave you if they knew your truth." He held her hands firmly in his still, bringing her knuckles to his face to gently press his lips to them. "While I understand why you placed the curse onto the King as you did, hurting him by way of his children just as he hurt you... we can't let it go any longer. It's not hurting him; it's only hurting those boys just as he is hurting them now in their vulnerable state. They may have been complacent and let him hurt Celeste, but they were merely following the rules of their leader, their father. If there's one thing I know about you, I know that you've gotten close to Greed through all these years, regarding him so highly, and you know Wrath loved Celeste when we couldn't be around her... I know about the others." His gaze never left his wife's face as he began to list all of the information he'd been able to glean in a small amount of time. "Pride, who's trying so hard to stay away from his King's influence because he knows it's wrong, doesn't wish to hurt anyone he cares about any longer. Envy who's trying to do right by his Queen and protect his happiness while breathing hope back into us and Wrath. Lust, who's stolen away the object of his King's ire and left everything he's known behind to keep Azriel safe. Sloth came out of hiding to support Wrath, whose life was colored by the light of what their King said he was. Gluttony who had gone through imaginable pain and suffering just to keep his brother safe and defied his King for once in his life." A sadness washed over him again, knowing that without breaking the curse, the Princes would surely perish against their King. No matter what magical assistance the Firsts gave them. "Those boys deserve mercy. Even if there was no connection between you and Greed or Wrath and Celeste... they don't deserve to be served up to the King on a silver platter under the guise that they have a chance against him without their abilities. We cannot let them die, my love, or else we are no better than him. Let me help you break their curse."

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

So binge read odnlb and

First of all how dare you make me more invested in your Kagami and Felix dynamic than any other ship??? How could you do this to me?? I have been ruined as a shipper. RUINED. I will never, ever be able to get over your Felix and Kagami in this fic and how wonderfully they interact with all their bluffs and pride and calculations and CONSTRAINED FEELINNNGSS I - this is it for me. I’m done. I’m gone.

You wanna know how I’ve been ruined?? You wanna k n o w ? I will never be able to ship either of them with anyone else now. It feels wrong. It feels like a betrayal after seeing how HEART ACHINGLY BEAUTIFULLY they could click and the amazing angst they could work and

And you know this really small thing which hurt me so much is that whole thing you pulled where she has never had trouble differentiating the two because FELIX HAS A HARDNESS AND SHARPNESS THAT MAKES HIM HIS OWN PERSON like not because she recognised Adrien easily! oh no! twas not her ex she recognised easily, no no noooooo, it was because she recognised FELIX easily, FELIX, like it’s almost as if her own hard edges recognise the soulmate in his sharp edges okay that brOKE ME IN TWO like why why whyyyy would you do this to my innocent shipper heart, how could you make me more invested in Kagami and Felix than the actual lovesqUARE?!

Like but at the same time I shouldn’t blame you because I love both characters a lot individually -I love their complexities, how Kagami is Good with a little ruthless in her and Felix is Ruthless with a little good in him- I just never opened my eyes to how well their opposite symmetry two sides of the same coin mirror opposite chess masters dynamic works as a ship until you wrOTE MY SHIPPER’S RUINATION LIKE DAMN HOW CAN I COME BACK FROM THIS?!

I mean yes of course I still care about Marinette and Adrien but I know I’ll enjoy them in this fic and on top of that they’ll always have canon and other fics too, whereas I will never be able to enjoy your Kagami and Felix outside your writing because the ml writers don’t have half the brilliant characterisation or good taste in ships and other fanfic writers just cannot pull this dynamic off okay, like

Like I genuinely don’t think anybody else can pull off this characterisation of how Kagami and Felix are in a way two sides of the same coin - they are both fully on the side of (their own idea of) Justice and they will be a little cruel if they need to be to do so, but at the same time they are both so dedicated to protecting the people they love - and this is the most interesting bit because I feel like what you’re implying is that if it’s for the people they love then Felix and Kagami actually both have the potential to become a bit of a hypocrite against their values (I mean Felix I think it’s almost outright confirmed he has/does this rn with him working for Monarque but I’m intrigued how far he will go), like not compromising on the bottom line, I think neither of them will ever compromise on what they think is Absolute Injustice, but they may compromise enough to bend their morals just a bit, so long as they don’t Cross That Line (for Kagami I wonder if she will ever even get near that line while for Felix I wonder if he’d be willing to move the line signpost by an inch or two)

While we are on the subject how dare you imply Felix has kept her at an arm’s length this whole time because he’s insecure about being a senti and now you’re going to have her take his ring, and he won’t just be hurt or betrayed (as you’ve hinted he kinda already expects the betrayal bc he knows where Kagami’s values stand) he will be humiliated just like Adrien neevr wanted LB to look at him like that (and LB doesn’t even KNOW-know), for Felix to have his deepest darkest secret blasted on full volume to the ONE PERSON he never wanted to find out, and for her look at him as if he was LESS of a human even if it was just for a moment, even if it is just in that second of the initial shock - I- I need a minute

No I’m genuinely tortured by this, I keep thinking of all the potentials of how that scene would go like just imagining- like how do amoks work? does Kagami realise whose amok it is the minute she touches it? I feel like Luka’s suspicion of her mean her betraying LB on a small-medium degree is inevitable, so this could be her moral bending point, her freaking out and deciding to keep Felix’s secret and taking a ring lookalike to LB instead which isn’t an amok and is just waved off as a sentimental ring of his mother’s.

(even better if Felix doesn’t know know that She Knows and continues with his farce none the wiser so Kagami has the time to adjust to the revelation and my boy is spared some PAIN)

And Kagami can rationalise it against her sense of justice because forcing someone to divulge information against their will is just evil, really, and she can’t let LB do that as she knows she inevitably will and it doesn’t hurt their cause for her not to know Felix is a senti so why not keep that on the downlow? Though I imagine it must absolutely backfire/blow up in her face later

(Also Luka would have no right to judge Kagami for keeping secrets to protect the ones she loves considering but I feel like he still totally would 😂 that would be funny if he called her out later and someone was like Uhhh pot meet kettle?)

BUT THEN there is the alternative where you don’t figure out whose amok it is when you touch it and I’m like does Kagami hand the ring to LB first without realising first and they all find out only when LB commands “Adrien” to come to their location?

Ngl part of me wants to see Kagami wounded by her own betrayal - like her being shocked and appalled when Felix is forced to show up instead of Adrien as they expected, seeing the humiliation and betrayal on his face, and LB obviously doesn’t care bc Felix isn’t Adrien, LB doesn’t think there’s any good in him, so she’s not gonna show mercy because this is her CHANCE to find out the truth, everything about their identities and hideout has all just fallen into her lap, she’s totally ready to force Felix to bend to her will and interrogate the pants off him, and HONESTLY I would metaphorically DIE if at that point Kagami just snaps ‘no’.

Like silk over steel low-key feral protective Kagami saying no you are not about to take away his free will I don’t care if it’s for the greater good or not, no okay, N - O, squaring off against feral vengeful LB who may just lose it and actually Hurt Her because she is so close, SO CLOSE, to finding out the name of the man she has to murder for her kitty and the girl she thought was her ally just cares about her villainous boyfriend. bug vs dragon almost fight over peacock’s ring? 😬

Lol also it would be funny if we had indignant Luka in the background like I TOLD U NOT TO TRUST HER (pot, kettle) and I can just imagine Felix dryly saying to Kagami ‘it’s a bit rich of you to try and stop her now when you’re the one who gave the ring to her in the first place’ (I’m so convinced sarcasm would be his coping mechanism 😭)

Like see this is the interesting thing about Felix and Kagami that we don’t have with the lovesquare, it’s seeing how they interact within the context of their clashing morals, bc LB and CN are usually morally aligned in that they agree on what is Right, but Kagami and Felix aren’t like that, they Really Do Not Agree on what’s Right so it’s interesting if/how far one or both will compromise for the other, and how that will affect their relationship with each other and others

But like I don’t even know if either of the two scenarios above are even close to the mark bc there are clearly so many layers to each of their characterisations and idk if I’m even interpreting half of it right, like but the beautiful thing us I could be totally wrong and still love them because you can tell you’ve put so much thought into their interactions and motivations

and I’m so sad about this like I’m so in love with a ship that’s doomed to exist only in this fic, do you know how tragic it is to be addicted to a drug with only ONE supplier for a limited period of time???? I guess I can kinda think of it as like shipping a movie ship but I still cannot get over this personal tragedy okay don’t judge me

To sum up I am more invested in this fic’s feligami than s5’s lovesquare at this point and honestly I feel victimised ;-;

YESSSS I GOT ANOTHER ONE!!! beloved anon, welcome to the feligami circus <3

the idea of feligami was born when i saw this in s4 "Gabriel Agreste." me and my sister thought it was hilarious how they glared at each other once, then ignored each other the rest of the time. idk if i've said this, but it's actually at my sister's request (plus my own wish fulfillment) i wrote feligami into one does not love breathing. (i tried to put them into my other fic What Makes a Monster last year, but had no room D: )

you really said what i love about my felix and kagami best. i'm just. in AWE. not only do you understand how i have them diametrically opposed as players in monarque & ladybug's game, but you also understand how they function as characters!! i don't even think i could have stated it better, really, which is why i was grinning like an idiot while reading your ask.

taking what you said about "it’s almost as if [kagami's] own hard edges recognise the soulmate in his sharp edges" & "FELIX HAS A HARDNESS AND SHARPNESS THAT MAKES HIM HIS OWN PERSON like not because she recognised Adrien easily!" -- THIS WAS IMPORTANT I'M RLY GLAD IT GOT TO YOU! something felix uses to his advantage is his identical appearance to adrien. take that away from him with kagami, and what does he really have left? this "levels the playing field" between them, so to say, and i think that was what initially drew him to kagami. that she could tell felix was felix not by recognizing adrien, but by seeing him for who he really is <3

"Kagami is Good with a little ruthless in her and Felix is Ruthless with a little good in him" <- aaahh this GOT me, anon! and it's why i ship them & made them main side characters in the fic. by placing them on opposing sides yet weaving their storylines together, we get to see them bring out their true selves in each other. felix needs that; he's always being sneaky/has a trick up his sleeve, while kagami is blunt and direct and doesn't put up with bs. the more involved they get with one another, the more we see them bringing out those opposing qualities in each other; felix coming clean, and kagami sneaking around as a double agent. makes me think of this line of analysis: "I think neither of them will ever compromise on what they think is Absolute Injustice, but they may compromise enough to bend their morals just a bit, so long as they don’t Cross That Line." YES ABSOLUTELY!!!! aaahahah it's SO fun to write anon!! i'm glad you enjoy it as much as i do heheheheh.

i do dare imply. i dare all the implications. you guys are getting pretty good at guessing what my plans are, i must say. i've even taken some of your theories/guesses/hypotheses and pasted them in my notes doc so i can pack more of a punch when the time comes :DD HOWEVER you will never get me to admit to anything! NEVER! but i can promise that it will hurt, yes. i can promise that whatever u think felix and kagami are planning, it will indeed blow up in their faces (rip to your metaphorical death, anon). and i also promise this fic gets softer. i swear. that goes for feligami as well ;))

i'm sorry for your struggles. thank you for loving my feligami as much as i do. we can be in the post odblb feligami desert together (until i write them into another fic, or find another BETTER one).

thank you for this essay anon it made my day <33 there's nothing i like better than reading analyses on my own work before it's even done. and also thank you for binge reading odnlb! i hope you're ok bc most people seem to not be & i'm really getting worried for you guys.

[enthblaze]

I know you said that as a joke earlier, but imagine he jokingly elbows mikey

Splinter would hear a scream coming from outside the room and when he tracks it he finds

Mikey laying on the floor while raph and donnie surround him, April standing above them, and karai standing in the middle of the room looking towards a dark corner and when he trails her line of vision he spots his eldest

In his snake form, wrapping himself with his tail and clearly hyperventilating and in a panic state

And splinter, feels lost

The moment Splinter stepped foot in the living room, he knew something was immensely wrong, and not only because of the concerned shouts coming from his children and friends alike. His snout wrinkles as he catches whiff of the scent of blood, faint but horrifically potent in a place that shouldn't smell of such things.

His heart spikes as he rushes to the group surrounding his youngest on the floor, and it's only then that he sees the growing puddle of crimson on their freshly mopped tiles.

Michelangelo's trying desperately to explain the situation - situation? whatever this was - to his ever growing concerned brothers, but he's failing miraculously. His eyes are undoubtedly misty and his breath is shaky as he exhales.

Donatello is listening attentively, just as Rapahel is, but he's tending to the deep wound in Michelangelo's side that hadn't been there when Splinter last spoke to his children, which was all about ten minutes ago before he retired himself to the dojo for the afternoon.

He can tell simply by looking at it that it's fresh and likely un accidental. How does one obtain such a serious injury by lounging on the couch? He baby-proofed and similarly, teenage-proofed the entire Lair years ago and has maintained such until now. And though his youngest is clumsy, he knows he is not one to trip and fall onto a blade.

"My sons?" he asks, because he'd been standing there like a fool up until now.

No heads turn to him but he knows he's heard.

Michelangelo perks up when he spots him by the pool. "Sensei! It was an accident, honest! He didn't mean to?"

He? So there was a culprit?

That rings alarm bells in Splinter's head.

But his frantic thoughts are quelled by a different voice. "There is no intruder, Father." His daughter, whom he admittedly hadn't noticed, is standing off to his right with her back to him.

"Miwa?" he prompts, because his heart can't take anymore of this, but he must remain calm for the sake of his children.

April and Casey exchange looks he cannot decipher from the corner of his eye. They're shifting from foot to foot, however, and their anxiety does not go unnoticed.

Karai does not answer.

As the rat opens his mouth to ask again, he finds that there's more to this than he thought, and follows his daughter's line of sight to the darkest corner of the room. She's keeping her eyes trained on the shadows, like if she looks away, whatever's taking cover there would flee, and Splinter can't blame her.

As his eyes adjust to the shadows, he finds something far worse than anything his mind could ever dream of.

There, coiled and tense and trembling, is his eldest. Instead of his whitened eyes, his heart splits in two to find wide, cobalt blue. Leonardo is back with them, but oh, my boy, what have you done?

Donatello has staunched the bleeding and is working on quick stitches, to which a clean dishcloth is quickly shoved in Michelangelo's mouth for him to bite down onto. Muffled sounds of pain is the only sound to accompany the panicked breathing of a snake who only wanted to bond with his brother.

"We were joking around. Probably forgot about his arm blades and elbowed me real good," Michelangelo explains once the stitches are tied off and the dishcloth is far from his mouth.

"He stabbed you and you're defending him?" Ah, Raphael. His second eldest has finally cracked.

Michelangelo shoots him an incredulous look. "He didn't mean to!"

"Guys," April says softly, and then motions to the form in the shadows. Their raised voices had only increased his shallow breaths, and if he continues at this rate, he will not be conscious for much longer.

Finally - finally - Splinter snaps out of his daze, having processed all that's happened here. Taking one last look at his other three sons, he moves towards the dark corner, deeming Michelangelo stable and in good hands. He spots April crouch down beside him and begin whispering before he brings his full attention to his eldest.

"Leonardo," he says with the gentlest voice he can muster up, making sure that there is no anger behind his words. "My son, will you look at me?"

Lost in his own mind in a way that he used to as a turtle tot suffering from a panic attack, Splinter prods on.

"My son," he tries again, still in that same voice. "Everything is alright. You are safe."

Leonardo's eyes suddenly clear with clarity and he lifts his head to meet Splinter's eyes. "Mi...key," he half says, half hisses, because words are hard with these vocal chords of his.

Splinter smiles kindly. "He is okay. It is not your fault."

Leonardo shakes his head and whines. "I...hurt him." His mouth twists into a grimace and he coils around himself even tighter.

Splinter feels him slipping from his fingers.

He dares to move a step closer. The snake freezes.

"I assure you, I am not angry. It is alright."

Then Karai is next to him, a much more imposing presence that Splinter nearly scolds her, but she holds out a hand to the snake with steady arms and looks directly at him as she speaks. "You forgot about your freaky arm blades, so what? Accidents happen and you're not used to this body. Sure, someone got hurt, but you live a dangerous life. Your people get hurt everyday. But look! Mikey's fine and Father's saying it's fine so if you don't stop sulking, I'm gonna sit here with you until you do."

"Bad...brother," is all that Leonardo responds with.

Karai tuts. "Now who said that? Come on, it's one little mistake."

"Your older sister is right," Splinter agrees. He sees Karai side eye him but not with the malice he expects. More so curiosity, and he continues. "You did not mean to. You are not a bad person, Leonardo." His son looks at him then. "What? Did you think I could not see the self blame behind those eyes of yours? I have known you since you were a baby. I can read your mind, even as a snake."

Leonardo's mouth breaks into a small smile then. Karai is practically beaming to his right, despite her mouth still set in a grim line.

"Come here, my son," Splinter urges gently. It could either work or Leonardo retreats even further than before, but the universe works in his favour this time round, and his son untenses and uncoils.

He slithers out if his hiding space and finds his way into Splinter's arms. It's a comically hilarious sight, for Leonardo is so much larger now, but Splinter holds him all the same and makes sure to keep reminding him that he is not a bad brother, that it wasn't his fault, that no one is angry.

And within all of that - that he is not a monster.