#feel free to have muses witness this!!! XD

[as-above-rp]

"....Gale. Are ye sure this is the ONLY WAY to try an' fly?"

"Well...it's the most effective one!"

"Don' birds have hollow bones or somethin'? What if I jus' fall?!"

"Our bones have to be strong for battle, you'll be fine!"

Riot peered over the roof of Gale's apartment complex, about 5 stories up off the ground. Her reassurance of their "bone structure" did little to dismiss his worries.

"Look, I'm as rough an' tumble as they come. But I still feel like landin' on the ground from this height is gonna hurt like hell."

"Then don't hit the ground, silly! Flap your wings and push the air down so that you go up. It's easy!"

"Yeah, maybe for someone who's flown before! Can we jus', try from a lower level than this?"

"I don't have access to those balconies, plus, that's not enough time or space to get the proper air under your wings." Gale stepped behind him.

"Wait where are you--"

"No more dilly-dallying!"

"GaLE--"

"Just GO FOR IT! :D"

Gale gave Riot a big SHOVE, right off of the roof. A mess of feathers and flapping went over the edge.

"GAAAALE!!!"

[dark-type-appreciator]

Intro post! :3

Hello! Like my description says, I'm Liam! I'm 16 and I found this website a while back and decided to finally make an account!!! I really like dark type pokemon (bet you could guess that XD), and I'm always open to talk about them! I also really like other catmons ^w^ curse of being a warrior skitties fan I guess...

I also like drawing, warrior skitties, and roleplaying! I have other interests but those are my main ones! I play games sometimes, but I'm not very good at them x_x

I'm not really a pokemon trainer… I only have one pokemon haha! His name is Goldie, and he's a purrloin! He's kind of a cranky old man but he loves me!

umm, what else? I get confused sometimes, please be patient, I'm autistic (and other things). Same goes the other way around!! If u need me to rephrase something, please tell me! Also i misspell things a lot, auto correct is my best friend. Hopefully its not too bad!

Oh! Also I am a furry! :3 I almost forgot to mention that asjhdjahs

Here's my pokesona!

not the best reference, it's kinda old... Maybe I'll redo it someday!

Also- if we're friends, pls tag any bug types!… I have a really bad phobia of them, and I don't wanna see them at all. Thank you!!!

also- look look look!!

They're friends.. :3

[OOC under the cut]

Hello! Actias/moth (@act11as) here with a new blog! On a different account! Wowie! Follows will come from here, of course! Once again, general unreality warning! Out of character posts will be green, and tagged as #ooc and #Moth's yapping to avoid confusion.

‼ This blog will have heavy themes including mental illness, gaslighting, (witnessed) domestic abuse, emotional abuse, child neglect, Past physical abuse, and generally dysfunctional and unhealthy family and friend dynamics ‼

Everything will be tagged (and please tell me if I missed something!) But please be safe when interacting!

This blog is heavily connected to @sound-type-advocate, highly recommend following if you want the full story.

Boundaries, and so on!

No NSFW or suggestive things! Both the muse and mod are minors. Don't be a fuckin' weirdo. *Almost any kind of blog is allowed to interact! Sentient Pokemon, Eeby Deebies, Evil teams, fallers, etc! *Self-Insert fallers, please do not interact. I personally cannot handle these kinds of blogs. Self-insert ocs are fine, but the idea of a real person on rotomblr being isekaid into Pok��mon is not. (Liam will likely not believe you for a while- unless he has significant reason to. He'll think it's a roleplayer, otherkin, or something like that. He will be willing to play along though!) In-Character Anon hate is allowed! Feel free to bully him, but remember that I'm not obligated to answer everything! Pelipper Mail, un-mail, and Malice are off currently! You may be able to convince him to turn it on! Mystery Gifts are closed! Though if this and Pelipper mail were to open, this one is preferred! Musharna mail, and Musharna malice are always on! Magic anons are off.

Organizational Tags! (HOW DID I FORGET FOR SO LONG)

Liam Chatters - General post tag! As long as he's saying something in the text portion, it'll be tagged. Reblog! ^w^ - Reblog tag. Pretty self explanatory Future Sight (queue) - Queued posts tag! Again pretty self explanatory. Liam used Doodle! - Art tag! Liam's art will be tagged as this, for those who want to see it. Foresight - Out of character tag. It marks posts that will potentially be important in the future. This can range from his opinions on things to heavy lore posts! Good tag to read through if you think you're missing something!

Friend Tags! (Tags for friends!)

#Tari mention - tag for Tari from @/pokemoncryptids #faith is friending - tag for Faith from @/faithispokemoning #rare sprig appearance - Tag for Sprig... Who does not have a public account! they're Liam's friend however.

ONGOING ARCS:

Nothing named!

PAST ARCS/EVENTS:

#Lucy Strikes! - One of Liam's friends stole his phone while they were supposed to be visiting. General warnings for bullying. #Mask Off Arc - Shorter arc involving the aftermath of the previous event. Liam started to open up a little more, and hey! Mask reveal! (subject to be renamed, could be used for something more important currently)

Blocklist:

These are blogs Liam has blocked in-character! usually for lore reasons! these are not blogs that have personally been blocked, feel free to interact on anon if you're on this list!

@/tinkatinktrain

@/sound-type-advocate

[navigatorsghost]

Frooooots, froooooots, get yer froooots here! :D 🍉🥭🍈

Thank you! I'm sorry it took me a bit to answer this, I got brainjammed on the final question trying to decide what to ramble about. >_>

🍉 Do you prefer to write short fics or long fics? Multichaptered works or single ones? Why?

Uh, this is a bit of a trick question, because honestly, what I have is a lot of ideas for longfics but all I ever manage to get finished are the short ones. XDDD I would prefer, strictly speaking, to be able to write long/multichapter fics because I always have so many ideas and so much worldbuilding I want to do, but sadly my brains just won't buckle down so I have to settle for the mostly short fics they give me...

🥭 Rank from most enjoyable/fun to write to least: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Crack.

I actually have written and enjoyed writing all of these so this is really difficult to answer! All of them are my favourite in different moods. I write fluff when I'm feeling emotionally battered and want comfort, I write smut mostly when I want to pamper my muses, angst just happens when someone in headspace drops random tragic backstory on me, and usually I do crackfic when someone says something silly in Discord and then a whole plot falls out. XD So I really can't rank in order, I love them all!

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions.

I have an ever expanding lifetime list of blorbos so here's a couple of my current active ones from Naruto:

- Sasori is autistic as. fuck. Uncomfortable inhabiting a living organic body to the point where he turned himself into an imperishable corpse puppet, detests and fears change, gets anxiety when he thinks things aren't being planned thoroughly enough, hates scheduling disruptions and/or having to wait, cares intensely about inanimate objects but struggles to relate to living people, likes to hide in very small enclosed spaces, noticeably flattened affect despite clearly having actual emotions underneath, cannot contain the need to infodump about his special interest even in a literal life-or-death battle... one of us, and I love him for it. I feel sure he would've been so very much more Okay if someone had been willing to keep him safe in a nice quiet predictable place and give him lots of supportive attention on a consistent schedule.

- Hidan, slaughter-happy devotee of a dark god of suffering, secretly has a villain origin story that's basically "was born and raised in customer service". In a world where ninja are generally hardbitten career soldiers, he grew up in the one village that's renounced war in favour of catering to tourists. Consequently he has witnessed and endured horrors of a kind most ninja couldn't even imagine (can you imagine dealing with a stereotype Karen who's also heavily armed and can throw magic at you?) which finally drove him to go on a chaotic killing spree just to get out of there. He's secretly an expert in a dozen different embarrassing "soft" skills - he can write haiku, play the shamisen, run a traditional Japanese tea ceremony, and more - but had to teach himself how to, like, throw a kunai. (And he can't even talk to anyone about his trauma because they'll just think it's funny.)

Thank you for asking! ❤️

[tenshusuto]

*blasts Belladonna from Ava Max* La mia bella'Donna.

Some love from non follower. The first time when I encountered this Kisuke I ended up with jaw dropped because I had no idea such jovial yet sinister aspect surrounded with symbolism could exist. It was easy for me to become obsessed and in haste, I checked who the writer is and I threw my hands like: but of course, it has to be Donna. I know what you can do, woman, and what blooms from your tinkering whenever muse falls into your hands. Your talent is insane and deserves to be treated with utmost respect just like your ancient soul, wisdom, and undying optimism. Ya sure figured who this stalker and let me say I frequently watch this muse and read your stuff because I love how you use your wits and create original yet wicked eclipse. Honestly, I've sent more than 5 anon asks and I loved each reply of yours. 2023 better bless you with more free time, Dee, because you deserve to rest i'm not talking now about the whole war situation may it never reach your doorstep ever again but other mundane things like job and other responsibilities. You are one of those writers who I come to for endless inspiration and who I admire and shall follow to the moon and back.

Ahahah, the Belladonna music really becomes our brazen ol' tradition, I can't imagine you starting without. xD Yes, I figured who this is, and I can't respond without listening to it as I enter my grand 'amplua'. I am melting. Thank you a lot, I humbly embrace your compliments while very equally glad even this year you reached out and charmed a touching-wonder smile on my face sauced with watering eye, you lovable stalker. Let me add that you can feel it right, and you noticed very well because it's true. My Kisuke seems bright but actually, he's pretty dark. He'll smile friendly at people but shall stab them in the back the other minute as soon as situation requires it; it's probably heavily noticeable in the vibes that I am all the way into exploring his dark and ambitious persona he hides from the world under the facade of a friendly shopkeeper. But what about you? Your contribution to the fandoms is a feisty nourishment, no less important, heck, it's so massively valuable, and cherished unexceptionally with quality content. Gosh, there's just so much for me to go on with but for the rest, I have sent you something ( a continuation where I should ) because the whole essay deserves to be displayed in detail elsewhere with pride but mainly for you to experience a tremendous rise in brain-prestige. <3

[wild-pineapple-butt]

a kiss to make each other feel alive + a kiss after being pulled into an alley to have a moment to themselves + a kiss after one muse has killed for the other (i tried to think of a proper situation for him to take the step and this might just be it with the adrenaline and all XD @dreadfulbrutality

another kiss prompt ||| accepting!

a kiss to make each other feel alive + a kiss after being pulled into an alley to have a moment to themselves + a kiss after one muse has killed for the other

@dreadfulbrutality

'FUCK!' Renji cursed and bit his lips as he flash stepped throughout the entire Seireitei, trying to find Zaraki - that bastard. He could smell the scent of blood still lingering on his uniform, almost too strong that it made Renji naseous.

Images of a body laying unconscious on the floor, slashed from head to toe as they bled out, flashed through his mind as much as he tried to push it out. Another figure standing atop them, heaving and panting for breath, sweat dripping from his brow, weapon dirtied and soiled, as it dripped excess blood onto the pavement, dying it crimson. It was clear as to who had done it - their large figure towering way above average height, hair gelled up and accessorized with jingling bells - none other than THE Zaraki Kenpachi.

Before Renji could even begin to say anything as he witnessed the scene before him, Kenpachi had fled the scene, running as fast as he could in any direction he could possibly go. Renji had recognized that man - a face he could not forget even on his death bed. That same man who was the sole cause of Renji's nightmares, the man who had sold him, the man who had prostituted him out to hundreds of people, promising Renji a better place after all that. That face, so clear in his mind, now a bloodied mess laying on the concrete, dead.

Why..? How..? There were so many questions racing through his mind right now, he couldn't even start to think. How did Kenpachi know this man? How had he found him? Why did he kill him? Renji grit his jaw - he already had a terrible inkling why, and how, and for what purpose, but he was refusing to acknowledge it.

His mind was a swirling tornado of emotions right now. The realization that the man who had been plaguing his every nightmare was finally dead, was finally gone, and not being able to do this to anybody else made Renji feel elated. Freed. Finally, free of the shackles that had tied him down. But at the expense of what? Broken promises and empty words on Kenpachi's part - swearing never again to kill an innocent man.

Despite being terrible at directions, Renji still couldn't find the man after an hour of thoroughly searching. He could almost feel the low thrum of his reiatsu from nearby, but Renji was not skilled enough to really detect and pinpoint his location. "Shit."

Then, from the corner of his eyes, a large figure crouched down in a dark alley, the shadow of his hair clear against the tall building he was rested against. As fast as his legs would carry him, Renji ran towards that individual, making no effort to hide his presence.

"What the fuck were ya thinkin', ya asshole??" he confronted the captain, slamming his arms against the wall in fury. "Ya promised me. No more killing. YA PROMISED!" Renji was livid, as he glared down at the captain. "What use are yer empty words! What use! How am I supposed t'believe what's real and what's not if I can't even trust ya!"

His voice was shaking - he didn't know whether it was out of fear, anger, or merely because of the emotional rollercoaster he was on right now. His legs going weak, he slid down onto his knees, tugging at the captain's uniform.

His voice came out weak as he pleaded with the captain to stop his killings. "Please... I didn't ask fer ya to do this. I didn't... I never wanted to see his face again. Never. He already brought me so much pain. So much anger, so much fear. He haunts me, Kenpachi. Even when I had escaped from his grasp more than fifty years ago! But I didn't ASK fer ya to do this!"

Tears start streaming down his eyes then as he bawls and sobs, as he finally breaks down, crawling into the captain's arms to seek refuge. It was much too agonizing to handle in this moment. "He's gone! I can't believe it. Gone! I'm free! I don't have to live in fear anymore!" And now he understood, finally why he was feeling like this.

Not because he was angry at Kenpachi for breaking his promise, no. Not because he was scared that somebody would find the corpse and trace it back to the captain. No, it was the pure relief, the pure fact and knowledge that never again in his life would he ever have to see that man again.

He desperately clung onto the man, who had this entire time been quiet, even at the beratings of Renji, an unusual trait. Now he finally moved, to wrap his strong arms around the redhead and pull him into a comforting embrace. Feeling safe in this man's arms, Renji allowed himself to break down and to release all these years of anguish, pouring out his heart and soul.

After what seemed like an eternity, finally the tears had stopped, his hiccups had ceased and his entire body felt like it'd been through war. Renji slowly peeled his face away from the captain's shoulder, now drenched with his snot and tears. He glanced up at this man, who ironically he'd met during his time in the Red Light District as his first customer, and the very man who would be his last. He snorted - it really came back around in a full circle did it not?

Quietly, he adjusted himself to sit more comfortably on the man's lap and without any warning, pulled Kenpachi's face down to meet his. Lips meeting in a hesitant kiss that began soft and shy, then grew in fervor as they both pressed up against each other, hungrily devouring the other.

Teeth and tongue and lips met in a clash of dominance, as Renji gasped every time those sharp canines would dig into his lower lip, but he relished in the pain. A reminder that he was alive and well and would be okay going into the future.

Reluctant to part from the captain but his need for air had him pulling away from the captain, to rest his head once again on Kenpachi's shoulder. "I'll forgive ya this time fer killing. I forgive ya, a thousand times," he whispered.

[dolcetters]

vanilla sunday .

no one asked, i just heckin’ felt like it m’dude. under readmore for length. i’ll try to keep my answers relatively to-the-point, too, since this’ll be a longer post but feel free to inquire on things or ... whatever u-u/ aye. i go sleep now.

is your muse a romantic? do they dream of love and marriage?

short answer: no.

as a teenager, dol didn’t have much interest in pursuing a romantic relationship with any of his peers around yuflam--or at all, really. by the time he got to academy things were either too busy or starting to get too tense for him to consider the idea. and shortly after that he went over a decade thinking he’d never even see sunlight again.

at this point, he just... --it’s just another thing he might want but doesn’t recognize it as something he wants. because he’s earnestly so bad at listening to his own desires and is more than willing to cast them aside if it means aiding someone he cares about achieve their own.

is your muse a deviant? are they overly flirtatious or forward?

no. there’s no real expansion on this, just no. <xD he tends to be much more bashful and sheepish, partially because of aforementioned inability to recognize he might want a relationship with someone. and even if he DOES realize this, he’s... extremely self aware. we’ll leave it at that.

is your muse good at kissing? are they experienced?

NOPE. and no. he’s never kissed anyone.

does your muse initiate a lot of physical contact?

nooooo no no no. he has an anxiety disorder (haphephobia) revolving around physical contact and even something as “small” as shaking hands or a shoulder bump can make him very nervous, uncomfortable and alert. the reaction is almost doubled if it comes with the sensation or energy of being grabbed.

it’s going to take a lot of time, patience, and trust for him to be comfortable initiating physical contact with you.

is your muse comfortable with public displays of affection?

no, for both the above reason as well as the paranoia that comes with being a fugitive/legally dead. the less attention that’s drawn to him, the better. at most, he’d hold your hand... but refer to the previous question for that.

does your muse steal clothing from their partner?

less “steal” and more borrow. due to having limited resources after escaping the labs and very few belongings he can truly call his own, dol wouldn’t/doesn’t just take or use things that belong to friends, family or potential partners (part of this spurs from his OWN resource guarding). he’d be more likely to approach you while you were brushing your teeth and be like “hey, s’it cool if i wear your hoodie today” and then respond based on that answer.

and he’s going to ask you every time. he doesn’t assume.

is your muse the big spoon or the little spoon?

varies! but most likely, when they’re facing each other, he little-spoons because pressing his face into the curve of the neck just above the collar is not only secure and comforting somehow, but he can hear your heartbeat.

when one of them is facing away, he tends to big spoon. --and obviously this is all assuming he’s at that level of comfort when it comes to physical touch + the partner.

is your muse comfortable with, or proud of their body? are they insecure?

complicated?

he’s very comfortable and proud of his body when it comes to his physical build, strength, fitness, etc. his strength and speed is something he values and keeping himself healthy and capable is very important to him. he knows he’s done a good job (those arms don’t lie) and he takes pride in that.

~however~, being a chimera... --he’s optimistic, yes. he’s just happy to be alive, of course. it’s not so bad. ...but he is fully, deeply, and painfully aware of how someone might react to witnessing some of his “quirks” when it comes to his splice or the idea of being with someone who isn’t entirely human. and the fact that he often became a target of light jabbing and jokes with the nesties, because dog behavior is much more well-known and commonly familiar than croc or snake or bull behavior, has only added to this awareness.

then, of course, there’s the added detail that he’s not even a perfected chimera. he’s just a successful one. a C- on some government biology test; barely passing.

so yeah. there’s some surface level pride, but... a lot of shame underneath.

is your muse attracted to any features in particular?

physical? no.

he has a soft spot and respect for people who refuse to give into their pain, though. where he experienced trauma and fear and let it make him hardened in a lot of ways, there are other people who have only become brighter, warmer, and do whatever they can to keep someone else from experiencing what they have.

to say he admires that trait in a person is an understatement.

have their crushes been mostly male, mostly female, or evenly split?

he’s only really had two, and they’ve both been gals, so i guess that makes it mostly female. i’ve mentioned before that he might have been uselessly in love with martel in the time before the raid (whether she felt the same is unknown) and he in default verse is lowkey sweet on rose.

have their partners been mostly male, mostly female, or evenly split?

he hasn’t had a partner.

is your muse easily flustered? do they blush, swear, etc.?

yes, yes, yes. him being flustered is usually a combo-result of: (1) not being used to that kind of attention from someone he actually likes,  (2) having no idea how to respond, (3) internalized shame over what he is, and (4) he’s a fucking idiot.

where is your muse most sensitive?

his head, mostly, especially on his hair line and around the ears.

and i can 10000% promise to you that if he ever lets you comb your fingers in his hair or rub around his temples and you make some kind of dog-related-comment, you’re actually going to cause a shit-ton of psychic damage i’m gonna need you to roll like 10d6 for me.

please, please please please don’t ever refer to him as--or make jokes connecting him to--a dog in moments that are supposed to be vulnerable and/or intimate, i can’t... express this enough, it will hurt him.

is your muse more submissive or dominant in a relationship?

idk, i guess submissive but again: idk

would your muse ever tempt their partner, e.g. flirting, wearing tight/sexy clothing?

nah. not really his thing.

if he does “tempt” them it’s going to be sincerely accidental. like... yeah you walked in on me doing pull-ups i guess. would you hand me my water bottle? i’m parched.

does your muse initiate heated/sexual contact, or do they wait for their partner?

i feel like this question deserves it’s own post because i have a LOT of thoughts regarding rosecetto, specifically, on this topic.

outside of that ship, however, the answer is likely no. he’s not the initiator primarily for touch-anxiety reasons and also chimera-related-shame reasons, even if the partner has assured him there’s nothing wrong with him in the past.

does your muse leave hickies? do they ask for them?

eeehhhhh???? ... i guess accidentally sometimes?? and no.

does your muse like to be pinned down, or to pin their partner?

that’s a big NO. if you pin him down, even if he’s reached a point of security with you that he allows you to touch him, you’re going to flare up any of that anxiety that had previously subsided. he’s been physically restrained and held down far too long and all for bad/painful reasons, and he can’t associate it with anything other than “they’re going to hurt me and i need to get away, no matter what i have to do”.

as for pinning his partner, it’s likely also a no because he’d just... be too aware of his own trauma to even try doing it and he’d probably be uncomfortable being asked to do it.

has your muse reached first/second/third base? home run?

honey, he’s done nothing, he hasn’t even swung--

would your muse be interested in engaging with multiple partners?

no. he doesn’t see anything wrong with it when it comes to other people but this is definitely not for him or something he could be comfortable with.

would your muse ever send a sexual text message? would they send pictures?

n/a, but even in modern verses the answer would be no

does your muse read smut, own magazines, or watch p-rn?

nah

is your muse the type to discuss their sex life or sexual prowess with others?

abso. fucking lutely. not. no no no.

at absolute. MOST? he might open up to sakura (yinseal) about it. maybe greed (avadite). and it’d only be if he felt like he was doing something wrong or felt overwhelmed and self-conscious. but otherwise this is his and his partner’s business.

is your muse a top, a bottom, or a switch? do they have a lean?

defaults to bottom but will top if asked or in some circumstances.

crystal has confirmed that rose (forsakenflora) tops, so jfdlfjklsjkldhsd

how interested is your muse in sex and sexual activity?

he’s not.

it’s not a priority of his, and he definitely doesn’t want to hear about yours.

do they have sex frequently, occasionally, or rarely?

not at all right now jf kljdklhshf lhfklsdg

[alirhi]

chapter two :)

Title: Winter's Frost Chapter: 2/? Fandom: MCU Rating: R to be on the safe side Pairing: Loki/Bucky Summary: Loki never told anyone the real reason he became so obsessed with Midgard. Much better to let them think he wanted to hurt his brother than draw their attention to the one thing in the universe that makes the God of Mischief truly vulnerable.

WARNINGS: m/m, in case that wasn't obvious. probably some swearing. I rarely do explicit sex but it might get to that point, depending on if the mood strikes me. If you're under 18, just go away XD Notes: taking advantage of the muse while I've got it lol. I should be working on actual books but... Loki took over my brain [EDIT] I rewatched CW after writing this chapter and realized there was no snow XD everything was green. Clearly, they were in SoCal, not NY. I'm from the Northeast, so I automatically associate December with snow, ice, and all things evil (I hate extremes lol). My bad.

Loki, you've changed.

"I'm fine."

Loki, you've become so unfocused.

"I'm fine."

Loki, are you alright, dear?

"I'm fine!" Maybe, he'd thought, if he repeated it often enough, it might become true. I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine. He's gone-I'M FINE!

He'd never told anyone about his soldier boy; Heimdall was the only one who even knew Loki was going to Midgard frequently in the early 1940s, and even he didn't know why. Loki had made sure of it. A handy, if tiring trick, to keep prying all-seeing eyes out of his business. The end result of his desire for privacy, though, the price he paid for being cagey, was that when he went back and found himself alone, he couldn't tell anyone what he'd lost.

Bucky was gone. He was gone, and Loki couldn't even share his grief with his mother, because he'd been so scared to tell her about his unexpected, unorthodox love. For a brief few months, he'd found little stolen moments of bliss; a heartbeat, and barely that. He'd known his fragile human love would one day perish, and that he'd never be ready, but even in his darkest nightmares of the war Bucky was facing, he'd never truly thought it would happen this soon.

He was gone, and Loki was left all alone. He couldn't let anyone see his grief, so he showed them indifference. He showed them callous disregard and a flippant sharp tongue that drove them all mad. He could turn to none of them, so he did all he could to turn them away; maybe if they weren't all looking at him, for just a few minutes, he could let himself break and weep for the love stolen from him too soon.

Eventually, he realized he would never have that moment if he stayed on Asgard. There were simply too many prying eyes, and not enough holes to hide from them in. Though it tore him to shreds to even think it, he snuck away back to Midgard for the first time in decades.

The spot he'd chosen was meant to be deserted. A snowy woodland road in the middle of the night, he couldn't imagine anyone wanting to be there. It was perfect, really. Except that it wasn't actually deserted.

It took him a moment to understand what he was seeing as he approached the two vehicles. One was an automobile, its front end smashed against a tree and in flames, with two silent, unmoving passengers. The other was a motorcycle, and that really confused him. Who would ride around so exposed in this kind of weather?

Movement caught his eye, and for a brief, foolish second he felt relief. Someone was helping the unconscious pair in the car-no. Someone was walking away from them.

Someone unnervingly familiar. "James?" It couldn't be! He'd died in that bloody war! Even if he hadn't, humans aged rapidly; he'd be an old man, barely able to move, much less choke the life out of a woman, which Loki's brain oh-so-helpfully had just processed, belatedly.

This man, who looked like Bucky but wasn't, had just murdered someone right in front of him. Loki wasn't even sure if he cared. He was too stunned and confused to feel much of anything.

The man didn't respond, but he did march straight up to him. At first, Loki thought they might have a conversation – perhaps this was a relative of Bucky's, wondering how Loki knew his great-great Uncle or some such?

No. He was getting rather tired of being wrong. Perhaps Odin was right; he was unfocused, off his game. The man's icy metal fingers were wrapped around his throat before he'd fully processed what was about to happen.

Without thinking, Loki smirked and taunted, "Straight to it, then? It has been a while, hasn't it?"

"What are you talking about?"

That voice! "It can't be...!" Eyes wide, Loki broke his own code and slapped a hand onto the man's fluffy head. It couldn't be Bucky, after all, so reading his mind wasn't betraying the man he loved.

The mad, nonsensical scramble that flooded his mind nearly made him faint. It was like a long, distorted scream tearing through his head. They both let go of the other and stumbled back, not-Bucky looking stunned and confused, and Loki barely able to think straight through the pain and confusion.

One word slowly made its way to the surface out of the din: HYDRA.

"What is HYDRA?" He was still clutching his own head, willing the world to stop spinning at such an alarming, nauseating rate, when he heard the other man's voice again.

"Hail HYDRA." It was soft, monotone and automatic, as if he wasn't even fully aware of what he was saying. Even with that haunting lack of emotion, that voice was too familiar.

Loki had to know what was going on. Bracing himself for another onslaught, he gripped the man's head with both hands and focused with all his might. The static nearly overwhelmed him, but the images slowly made their way through. Capture, imprisonment, torture... Trauma and anger and diving right back into the fray. Falling. Pain. Delirium.

"You will be the new fist of HYDRA."

It finally clicked, and he threw his arms around Bucky – yes, Gods, it was Bucky! HYDRA. He knew that name! That was the organization within the Nazi ranks that Bucky had been fighting against.

"Oh, James! What did they do to you?"

He was so caught up in trying to piece it all together from his love's suppressed memories that he was completely unprepared when Bucky shoved him back, and he fell right on his ass in a snow bank. Indignant, he hopped back to his feet and started brushing himself off, but paused when he found the barrel of a gun in his peripheral vision. With his patented arrogant smirk firmly in place, he informed him, "That won't kill me."

Bucky looked confused, and the gun wavered. Then, for a split second, Bucky – his Bucky – was back and Loki was folded tightly in his arms. They held each other like a lifeline, smashing their lips together in a fierce kiss that left them both breathless.

"Loki?"

He smiled through the haze of tears suddenly blurring his vision, a choked laugh that was more than half-sob escaping him as he ran his hands through that ridiculous long hair over and over again. "Yes. I don't know how you're alive, but I am so grateful!"

"Run!" Eyes wild, Bucky pushed him back, more gently this time, but with far more urgency. "'No witnesses.' Loki, you have to run! Now!"

"What?"

"Get out of here, before I figure out what will kill you!"

"I don't understand..." The machine. The final piece fell into place from Bucky's scrambled memories, and filled him with rage. The reason Bucky's mind was so screwed up, the reason he wavered even now and the dull, robotic look returned to his eyes; they'd figured out how to control him. They'd stripped away his free will and left him a shell of himself, able only to obey their orders.

He could see the internal struggle as what was left of his Bucky fought against the mindless soldier. Hoping to mitigate that as much as he could until he could free the other man, he assured him through clenched teeth, "Do what you have to, Sergeant. Survive. I'll take care of the rest."

The look of profound confusion, of a little lost puppy, was heartbreaking. Bucky was trying so hard to stay himself, to not harm him. Watching him suffer was more than Loki could bear.

"I'll return for you," he swore as he slipped back into the shadows. "I'm going to burn it all down."

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Next Masterlist

[sooibian]

Hands Where I Can See Them

Pairing: Baekhyun x fem!Reader x Minseok

Description: Minseok is protective of you to say the least and has only just begun to accept your relationship with Baekhyun. But all hell breaks loose when he witnesses something he shouldn't have. 

Genre: Fluff

A/N: This one-shot assumes OC met Minseok at the University where he was/is supposedly pursuing his PhD. Also, she likes to call him hyung. It’s my first time writing something this dialogue heavy. @smooshdelia​ I owe you a limb for beta reading this mess. If the romanized Korean sentences or words are incorrect in any way, please let me know. I’ll correct them. As always, this is unedited!

Kitty-pup is one of my favourite EXO friendships and I think this could probably fit into the Week 5 challenge of EXO-L Revival :))

Word Count: ~ 950

photo credits @bacon-notbaekhyun-jaehyun-mingyu (i love your username XD)

To be called in for an interview at a prestigious university for your doctorate program, “IS A GOOD THING”, you cried at your reflection in the mirror, not realising what your hands were -- cupping. It was something you did inattentively and for some strange reason, it always seemed to calm your nerves.

Baekhyun dashed into the bedroom, frantic with worry, activating his ability to only speak in shrieks, “WHAT’S WRONG?”

“I AM PRACTISING POSITIVE AFFIRMATIONS.” The very thought of the interview brought you out in a cold sweat.

“SUDDENLY?”

“I GOT CALLED IN FOR AN INTERVIEW, STUPID PUPPY!”

“AND I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE A PREMONITION?”

“YOU’RE NOT HELPING!”

A mischievous grin spread across his face as his eyes landed a couple of inches below your neck. He slowly inched closer, putting his arms around your waist. “Congratulations. I'm sure you'll do well, etcetera. Now let me help. Let me hold them for you”, he whispered in your ear as his hands crawled upwards. Pulling away from him, you broke into a fit of giggles but that did nothing to deter him. You recognized the feral look on his face as he chased you across the length and breadth of the room. Intentionally allowing you to slip out of his grasp until he had you exactly where he wanted you to be. 

You were at Minseok’s house, in Minseok’s bedroom, on Minseok’s bed and Baekhyun lay flat on top of you, tickling until your ribs hurt, his moist lips imprinted on your neck.

“YAH, BYUN BAEKHYUN IGE MWOYA!”

The patriarch’s unmistakable thunderous roar reverberated through his pristine palace. In one swift movement, Baekhyun stood before him - chin-up, chest out, shoulders back, stomach in. It made you wonder which one of the two was actually the conscripted soldier on a duly authorized vacation. Still flat on your stomach, you buried your face in the soft sheets, playing ostrich.

“Aegiya”, Minseok’s low timbre now a few shades gentle, “I’ll see byuntae and you in the living room in five.”

You let out a weary groan, still playing ostrich.

At the sound of Minseok exiting the room, you dragged yourself out of bed and grabbed your statue of a boyfriend in a bear hug. Resting your face on his back, you sighed, “At ease, soldier.”

“Wha- what what just happened?” Baekhyun stuttered, freeing himself from your grasp, taking full offense at his impending court martial. 

“Let’s go. We’re due to stand trial in... three”, you said tugging at his arm.

“Why does he love you so much?” Baekhyun mused.

“Hmm?”

“All you did was save him from an embarrassing fall at Uni once and now -”

“Now, I’m the golden child.”

“He’s known me longer!” Byun-I-argue-in-pouts-Baekhyun geared for a full throttle.

“You want -- you want to be his golden child?”

"I am his golden child! I make him laugh and I -" Byun-I-argue-in-pouts-Baekhyun fizzled out with a weak argument. 

"You're a child?" You baited. 

“Ye -NO! I’m not a child and neither are you. We’re - we’re -- consenting adults. And he has no business interfering like that. Right?” Baekhyun’s gaze is fixed at the door, but he’s looking at nothing in particular.

***

Tension weighs heavy in the silent courtroom. The defendant and his accomplice (from Baekhyun’s perspective) / victim (from Minseok’s) huddled together in co-dependence and comfort.

“We’re consenting adults!” Baekhyun spoke at last. His confidence level rapidly oscillated from 100 to 0 as the freshly minted Corporal stared him down. Baekhyun cowered behind you and his hands found the back of your waist.

“Hands where I can see them!” Minseok bellowed causing the younger man to sit up straight.

You smacked your forehead in frustration but Minseok simply ignored you.

“Aegiya, I don’t understand your absurd”, he continued after a rich pause, “affection, sort of, towards this byuntae.” His snide remark made Baekhyun whimper.

“Ah, hyung!” You protest taking Baekhyun’s hands in yours, squeezing slightly to give him a morale boost.

“You're so much younger", Minseok mewled, eyeing you sympathetically.

You rolled your eyes as you felt your face flame in unadulterated anger, "Not this again! I am not much younger!", your grip on Baekhyun's hands tightened. You caught his eyes as he silently pleaded with you and you gave him an understanding nod. 

"Hyung! It's almost a year now. Get over - "

Minseok's eyes widened in horror as you bordered on insolence.

"Get used to it. For my sake."

Minseok retracted, growing quiet, dejected and apologetic. As much as he tried not to, he couldn't help but feel overly protective of you - his precious dongsaeng. You caught a hint of vulnerability in his eyes and you instantly regretted your words and actions.

“Hyung, I love this byuntae.” Baekhyun opened his mouth to protest but immediately snapped it shut. “And whatever you saw was a misunderstanding. I swear there was nothing going on...”

“Aegiyaaa”, Minseok shrank back uncomfortably into the chair.

“Hyung!” Baekhyun and you cried in unison.

Minseok eyed Baekhyun with total contempt before inhaling sharply to centre himself.

"Men and women", he continued awkwardly and you purse your lips to stifle a laugh knowing completely well where this conversation was headed, "must always practise", dropping his gaze, he cleared his throat, "safety."

Baekhyun let out a deafening scream of embarrassment and fury in response. 

The doorbell sounded and you jumped at the opportunity of escaping the hot seat. In your absence, Minseok took two long strides towards Baekhyun. Like a father who traditionally hates the daughter's boyfriend, he twisted Baekhyun's ear causing the younger to wince in pain, "Keep her happy, you understand?"

[lotornomiko]

Triumph’s Tribulation Five Sneak Peak

Ah I usually don’t like posting until a chapter is complete, but I am having a lot of problems offline, in addition to the the third and final segment of the chapter, the check in on Midgard, is giving me no end of difficulties. It was supposed to be a Rufus POV but seeing as his POV keeps derailing the fic and my timeline, I will take whoever I can get to be the narrating voice for Alicia and Co. at this point.

I’ve actually debated posting five as it is, but I am trying to have each chapter have three segments, even if one segment ends up being incrediably small like the Lenneth interlude was in uh was it chapter two...?

Right now I have Loki (With Frei!) and Lezard’s parts done...I am posting the Lezard part at least...it[’s mostly finalized, although I’ll probably tweak some words here and there when I go over it for the umpteenth millionth time...X_X

I’d say this scene is PG 13, though it is Lezard so has some darker edge to it...but still hopefully worksafe...! Side note, the A ending got strongly influenced after rewatching the A ending, and all the events leading up to it. It left me with the strong impression and opinion that Lenneth had some kind of mental, nervous break down when the seal broke. I think I even wrote down a few lines from it...if not to use in this chapter, then maybe a future one! I’m also currently in the midst of rewatching VP 2: Silmeria...so maybe that will find my muse for the Midgard crew in this! XD

Onto the scene excerpt now!!

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The marble of the floor had sealed itself together seamlessly, not so much as a sliver of a crack to betray the chaos that had gone on just moments earlier. That of the anger that had been felt, the world itself a living extension of what had been in its God’s heart. Such has been Lezard’s displeasure that in that moment, Creation itself had acted, moving to protect him and his interests, spiriting the frightened Goddess away to somewhere else safe. Safe from his rage, and safe from his desires, the man who had once been human,  having pushed too hard, too fast, too soon.

She wasn’t ready. He knew that, every bit from her fight to her flight had in fact acknowledged it, the fear that was in Lenneth’s heart. It had sent her running, the Goddess scared, not so much of what he might do to her physically as much as the emotional havoc he had been intent on wreaking. The truths that had needed to be confronted, and with it would come all of its pain, such sorrow born of those lies that the woman had told herself. She wouldn’t be spared its sting, not even God himself able to shelter Lenneth from the agony of breaking free of such warped delusions. The comfort it had once given her, was now nothing more than a crutch, one that that divine beauty needed to break free of if that heart of hers was going to stand a chance at any true solace.

It wouldn’t be easy, that fact something Lezard could acknowledge in his more rational moments. His beloved needed a far gentler hand than he had thus far been capable of, that near overpowering lust of his, making him impatient and clumsy whenever she was so near. So consumed with the want of her, his attempt at a controlled veneer had all but shattered when her fear had turned violent, Lenneth’s fist finding its mark against his jaw. It had left him so close to doing something unforgivable, illusions torn and discarded if not for his world acting instead. Protecting him as much as her, Lenneth swallowed up whole into an abyss that had opened up beneath her feet.

Even now she was still there, free falling in an endless darkness, that heart of hers in an absolute turmoil that would only be the start of her unraveling. There was both pain and pleasure in the idea of it, Lenneth this intoxicating brand of everything that Lezard could have ever wanted. Her heart, her soul, that of her mind and her body, her tears, her agony, and that of her happiness, the man wanted it all. He was obsessed with the having of it, of attaining paradise with so perfect a being. It was so close to a reality, that he could almost taste it, his blood stained hands reaching for it, for her, Lezard this newly remade being, the ultimate Lord of it all, Lenneth and the effect she has always had on him, the one thing this God could not control.

Even now he was tempted, sheer folly though it would be to go after her right now. Lenneth was too wild in the moment, too angry and afraid, tormented by a truth he had only merely hinted at, such insinuations holding the strength to make a Goddess reel in an absolute terror. It was a fear not just for herself, for what might be done to her, but that of her world, the paradise that she had created. That perfect utopia that was nothing more than a lie that her wounded soul had retreated into, every insinuation that Lezard could make had the power to tear that universe apart from the root, the very foundations it had been built and brought to life upon.

It was a world of desires, that perfect paradise grounded in a pain so blatant that it had nearly torn the Goddess apart. That heart of hers that had been so ripped to pieces by the sins committed against her, it had left Lenneth reeling in an agony even she herself had not understood, the Goddess so overwhelmed in the moment as to escape into a fantasy. An illusion, the deceits woven there all by her own hand, the ageless woman latching onto a figment, the fragment that had been dangling before her. Seizing upon it, with that earring in her hand, out of all the lives she had slept through, it had been the latest, that of a child, a girl no older than fourteen when she had died, that had helped feed into a delusion. In that moment she had been thinking not as a Goddess, but as a human, a child, torn apart by a loss that had been about more than just one man’s death.

The seal had been broken, a flood gate of emotions overtaking the Goddess. How much agony had it been, to remember them all, every last life that had hosted Lenneth inside them. The highs and the lows, their joys and their pains, hundreds upon hundreds of women, all helping to shape the Valkyrie’s humanity. Her compassionate heart, the depth of her millennia of experience far more than anything those scant fourteen years as Platina could have given. She was just a sliver of what had helped shaped the Goddess, so small and inferior a speck, the child was not who Lenneth was meant to be.

So much more than any one human girl, Lenneth was in fact a being so uniquely her own. A caring Goddess, one whose capacity to feel and sympathize with the mortals a threat that Odin and the other Gods could not abide by. They hadn’t killed her, they had done WORSE, the woman’s free will taken from her, her true sense of being SEALED away.

A safeguard meant to control that which the Gods could not understand, that human compassion that that particular Goddess had been gifted with, the likes of which had been cultivated and learned over the course of a millennia of different hosts. Through them she had loved, and Lenneth had cared, the woman so wholly unique in her ability to FEEL, the Goddess the champion that the mortals had needed. The Gods had feared it, feared Lenneth and the allegiance that such emotions had wrought, Odin needing the Valkyrie to be a good little soldier who fell into line with his own selfish wants. Unable to dominate her as she had truly been, that tyrannous God had tried to eradicate her spirit, that of her true self, through such archaic means, such a brutal manipulation of the self, such that Lenneth had been little more than a doll. A puppet, beautiful and perfect, and so wholly without the feelings that would have interfered with the Heavens’ schemes.

The Gods had seen her as nothing more than a Death Goddess, a chooser of the slain to bolster their own armies with the souls of dead heroes. They had let her pick from the brave as though they were mere flowers, calling into service warriors from all corners of Midgard. Leaving her exposed to the very thing that the Gods themselves had feared, the emotions that were so plentiful in the humans, putting cracks in the shield erected around Lenneth’s heart. Bit by bit, that ancient magic had been worn away, the seal itself eroded with each and every encounter, until it had finally shattered, and with it went Lenneth’s mind, the woman having snapped.

It must have been so, so overwhelming, to have been hit at once with all those feelings, with the many lives she had slept through, their hopes, their desires, all coming to life within Lenneth in startling clarity. Was it any wonder she had lost her true self in the process, spinning from one host to another, again and again, until she had latched onto the most recent, that of the child, those scant years of fourteen the most overwhelming dream of them all given how fresh it had still been.

Even grounded in that child’s psyche, it had proved too much. Lezard himself had born witness to it, to that mental break that the Goddess had had. The tears that had fallen, the screaming that had been done, it hadn’t been just the Goddess, but the child, Platina, made horrified by the one solace of her life, Lucian the only kindness and warmth she had ever known, LOST, killed in turn by his own refusal to let go of his own delusions.

It had all been such a mess, a tragedy the likes of which all else had fallen short. Her puppet strings not just severed, but left tangled across the board, Lenneth had been operating on a grief born madness, forgetting who she really was, to play fantasy for one ignorant human. For some fake facsimile of him, Lucian a shadow, his miraculous return to life nothing more than a figment born of Lenneth’s own desperation and desires. Instead of the warrior she had known, he was something new, a puppet who was nothing more than some idealized version of who she had thought him to be, Lucian just one of the many dolls whose every thought had been painstakingly crafted by Lenneth’s power.

Creation itself had been remade on desire, on such potent delusions and lies, the many souls there not the people they had once been. They were just shadows of those that had died, annihilated in the Ragnarok that Lucian had helped Loki bring about. It hadn’t just ended lives, it had wiped out everything, including that of nearly every living being’s soul from existence, such devastation a permanent end, the cycle of rebirth itself destroyed. Such finality was there to it, that no one, not even God, could fight against, the world and its people entirely eradicated.

It left the world in complete ruins, Lenneth’s land a paradise populated in lies. It was a copy, a mere imitation of what had once been, formulated out of fragmented glimpses, the memories she had gathered, the people there nothing more than a pathetic bunch of puppets. They were just these hollow husks of what she thought them to be, these seemingly ideal versions ultimately falling short, all an attempt that was unfulfilling when it came towards truly easing the pain in the Goddess’ heart. They were all lies that couldn’t make her truly happy, anymore than they could satisfy her needs. Each and every last one of them, Lenneth living in a farce, a waking dream that could crumble apart so easily given the right push. If enough care wasn’t given, the Goddess would crumble again with it, her psyche perhaps lost to yet another kind of fantasy.

Lezard couldn’t lie and claim that he hadn’t considered it. Hadn’t given thought to molding Lenneth into a fantasy that would suit HIM best. But ultimately, he didn’t want the illusion, that of those broken remnants of who the Goddess had once been. He wouldn’t be satisfied with just a sliver, wouldn’t embrace the farce of just one of her sides. He wanted her everything and her all, Lezard made mad with the desire, with that need. It fueled him, his obsession with Lenneth the motivating strength that had led Lezard into doing the impossible again and again. He had died for her, traveled through time for her, even become a God for her, such a warped semblance of love a catalyst that had no limits and no match. Not even Lucian could compete, that young man unable to see past Platina, and past the Valkyrie, to the supreme manifestation of the woman, a Goddess so sublime as to move a heart that had once been so unfeeling.

Her mark left on him, Lenneth had helped shaped Lezard into this mad man, so utterly devoted in the pursuit of her. Worlds had been ruined, people slaughtered, time itself run roughshod all over, yet his hands were no less dirty than any of the other Gods. Than even HERS, Lezard creating his own world, his own perfect paradise to ease the pain that was in HIS heart. That it spilled hurt onto others, was of no concern, Lezard an unfeeling God who had no desire to rule or be worshiped by anyone other than by Lenneth.

Such blasphemies should have been sins enough to weigh even God down, yet Lezard was instead made unburdened by it all, free of the demands the throne of Creation should have made of him. He was free, having discarded duty the way he had discarded bodies, nothing but time on his hand, and power, and harboring a patience that was fast running out.

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[oumiyuki]

Kotori ends up gaining weight after being taken on far too many dinner dates with Honoka, and feeling super ashamed of herself, she tries and hide from Honoka for a bit while exercising in private. But when Honoka gets too lonely after a while, she asks Kotori about it, and tells her that she loves her no matter what!

KOTORI'S SECRETIVE DIET PLANS

Summary: Happy dating life means big smiles and laughs and lots of dates…and sometimes also gaining a little weight from all those dates. Kotori doesn’t like the number on the weighing machine or the excess squishiness on her belly. So she executes Kotori’s Secretive Diet Plans! 

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Words: 1.9k

Read me at fanfiction.net or AO3 too~

Author Notes

I LOVE KOTOHONO!!!!

*O* aahh, sometimes we just gotta shout out that love! Hehe~

I hope you like it, you who gave the prompt! ^w^

May you enjoy! XD

 "Uu..." Kotori worries at her bottom lip. Her golden eyes shimmering with sadness at the numbers displayed on the weighing scale.

A deeper frown as she places a hand on her belly to squeeze it.

"Honoka-chan...I think I'm gaining too much weight from all our dates..." The ash-brunette mumbles to herself since her Honoka was back in the gingerhead's own house, sure to be carefree and carelessly munching more snacks.

Kotori stares herself down in the mirror - worry morphing to determination as she slaps her cheeks twice. "I'm going to execute a secret plan to get back in shape so I can go on more dates with Honoka-chan!!"

The fluffy costume designer raises her balled fist to show her passion before she goes to her desk to pen down the schedule and diet plans.

Once done, she decides to add one more line on the top, with an asterisk and boxed up with cute orange ink, "[*A secret from Honoka-chan!]"

~~~

Week 1 Day 1

"Ko~to~ri~chan!!" The bubbly gingerhead hops by Kotori's table, smiles wide and absolutely endearing to the ash-brunette keeping away her study instruments.

"Yes, Honoka-chan?"

"Let's go on a date!" Honoka announces and Kotori's heart flutters.

"Ah, that..." Kotori was always quick to say yes to her girlfriend. But this time, she remembers that their dates tend to bring them to cafes, restaurants, picnics and snack shops and bakeries..!!

"Kotori-chan? Your hand froze." Honoka tilts her head to the side quizzically.

"Um! Honoka-chan...I just remembered I got something on so I can't go on a date with you today..." Kotori smiles sheepishly as she glanced at the clock; she should be carrying out her exercise regimen.

"Oh..." Honoka couldn't hide the disappointment as her smile fell from her face. It didn't take more than ten seconds for her to grin again though. "We can at least go home together?"

Kotori returns the smile and a nod. "Yes."

~~~

Week 1 Day 3

“Kotori-chan~” Honoka swings both Kotori and her hands up and down, spirits jolly and mind hopeful.

“Yes~?” Kotori responds with equal glee.

“Want to take a detour today? There’s this store-”

“Ah! I’m sorry, Honoka-chan…I promised my mum that I’ll help in the house…And I don’t want to get back late so…” Kotori wished she didn’t have to cut the gingerhead off. The sad puppy eyes Honoka gave her made her heart ache.

But this is all so she can keep up the diet plan! No additional calories just yet.

Honoka nods with a solemn smile. “Alright…I’ll try to ask you out another time then!”

Honoka pumps their joined hands up with determination and laughs. Kotori couldn’t help but join in before she was walked home.

 ~~~

Week 2 Day 2

“Aaahh!! I can’t take it anymore!!” Honoka whines and pouts at the mirror…and to her reflection as she was getting ready for school. “Kotori-chan…Why are you constantly too busy to go on dates with me!”

The gingerhead shakes her head, her hair fluttering about before it rests on her shoulders again and she adjusts her school ribbon.

“Did I do something wrong..?” Honoka hums thoughtfully before her lightbulb moment occurs – she’s going to sneakily follow Kotori to find out what her girlfriend has been up to!

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.

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After school rolls by and Honoka approaches her girlfriend’s table with what she thinks is a not-obviously-up-to-something-smile. “Kotori-chan~”

The ash-brunette smiles right back, always happy to see Honoka. “Yes?”

“Are you…free for a date or…shall we be on our usual?” Honoka straightens her back and positions her arm in a ninety degree angle meant for her partner to link arms with. “Knight Honoka escorting you home!”

Kotori giggles into her hand and slips her hand into Honoka’s waiting arms as she stands. “Mmm…~ Escort me home, dear Knight Honoka-chan.”

Honoka nods excitedly but as they were leaving the classroom – it hit her.

!! AAah!!! I should be following Kotori-chan not bringing her home!!

Kotori thankfully was looking straight ahead so she does not witness Honoka’s expressions changing all over the place.

Ah, but…if she immediately said escort her home, means Kotori-chan is just busy with household chores..?

Honoka tilts her head up in thought.

Even though she just did a big cleaning yesterday?

Honoka closes her eyes for deeper thoughts as they rounded the bend and exited school grounds. Thinking long enough with the help of fresh air and still blue skies, Honoka decides.

Alright! I’ll hang around on the outside and pop by inside after to surprise Kotori-chan!!

The ash-brunette’s soft giggles bring Honoka back down to Earth. “Kotori-chan..?”

Kotori smiles right at her girlfriend. “It’s nothing~ Just your lost in thoughts look is so charming too~”

Honoka’s cheeks flush. “Ah…T-thank you…” Sudden compliments from Kotori and that smile just gets the gingerhead’s heart to beat erratically and blushes to form.

Kotori was all smiles all the way home.

~~

Honoka is easily distracted.

“Aww, kitty~ cute kitty~” Honoka coos as she played with a neighbourhood cat not noticing how much time has passed after she brought Kotori home.

The cat meows happily from the friendly ginger’s pats and messing around with them. However, as how cats are, they sing their own tune and decided to let out a single meow like, “I’m done playing.” And walked off.

“Aww~ No more playing?” Honoka waves goodbye.

Surprisingly, the white-and-black cat turned to give one more meow before it jumped onto the wall and disappeared on the other side.

“Nya~” Honoka mimics and stands up to stretch. “Mm… Now what was I going to do- AH. Kotori-chan!”

The ditzy leader of Muse finally remembers her agenda but it was already so late. Right on cue, her phone rang and she panicky says she’s on the way home for dinner.

Ahhh, guess I should do a better job at following Kotori-chan tomorrow!!

 ~~~

Week 2 Day 3

Honoka sleeps in. Snuggled under her blankets until Yukiho’s voice boomed loud and clear, her little sister’s head poked into her room. “Onee-chan, you’re gonna be late for school!”

“Uwaaa!!” Honoka wakes with a start and clumsily falls out of bed, kicks off the blankets still hugging her legs and hurried to get ready. “Thanks, Yukihoooo!!”

The younger redhead shakes her head with a smile. “When Kotori-san doesn’t wake you, this is what happens.”

 ~~

Honoka got to school alright and she went through the school day as per normal, smiling when the end of school arrives.

I’ll pretend to be the busy one today!

“Honoka-chan.” Kotori approaches first with a sheepish smile. “I have somewhere else to be, so you don’t have to escort me home today…”

“Ah! That isn’t a problem. I’ve…got something on too!” Honoka averts her gaze with a chuckle and scratched the back of head.

“That’s good.” Kotori was relieved to hear that Honoka had plans else she’d feel bad for leaving Honoka alone again. “See you tomorrow, Honoka-chan.”

“See you~” Honoka waves Kotori goodbye before following her.

~~~

“Eh?” Honoka blinks twice as she looked around and up the long flight of stairs.

Kanda Shrine?

Honoka walks along the wall and hides as she watched Kotori appear in gym clothes and begun stretching.

Kotori-chan…is this extra training? You could’ve called me along…

Honoka pouts as she continued observing the ash-brunette finish up her stretches and begun runs up and down the long stairway of Kanda Shrine. Honoka wasn’t counting but she’s quite sure an hour has passed before Kotori finishes up.

She’s working so hard…and here I am-

Honoka stops when she hears her girlfriend’s voice.

“Haa…Somehow it doesn’t seem like it’s working out yet…” Kotori touched her tummy as she mumbled softly to herself.

Honoka could hear because she was channelling all of her focus to listen.

What’s not working out..? The workout-

Honoka gets cut off another time when she hears her girlfriend speak once more.

“It’s just the beginning. Kotori, no giving up! This is so we can go on more dates with Honoka-chan!” The fluffy costume designer kept her pumped fist and went to pick up her bag.

For more dates with me…

Before Honoka could try to comprehend Kotori’s intentions of all the running and avoiding hanging out with her, the gingerhead hurried to follow Kotori again.

~~

Now standing before Kotori’s house, Honoka got a feeling she should confront Kotori today.

It’s now or never!

The Leader of Muse nods to herself and opened the doors with the spare keys Kotori gave her, saying she feels safe knowing Honoka can come find her anytime she likes.

“…One! …Two! …Three!”

Honoka could hear Kotori’s voice and she peeked into the ash-brunette’s room to find Kotori doing push-ups. And after a good twenty, the ash-brunette started other reps. Honoka’s jaw fell agape.

Is Kotori-chan trying to muscle build!?

The gingerhead wondered how to react to a muscular Kotori instead of her sweet, gentle looking one. Honoka shook her head and the image off.

R-Regardless…Kotori-chan should know I’ll support her decision.

Honoka doesn’t think twice and opens Kotori’s door just as the girl was taking a drink of her sports drink, seeing Honoka, she chokes on the liquid.

“Ahh, Kotori-chan!!” Honoka panics and rushes over to pat Kotori’s back. “Are you okay..? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Hawawa, what do I do? What do I do?

Kotori shakes her head. “It’s okay…Honoka-chan. Why are you here though?”

Honoka looks into Kotori’s soft golden eyes, missing those long gazes. “Why I’m… OH!! Kotori-chan!! Please stop avoiding me!! I’ll die if I don’t get to spend more time with you, Kotori-chaaan!!”

I don’t want to only get to see you home. I need to get to spend hours on end with you!!

Kotori was surprised by the sudden outburst and cute, teary puppy dog eyes from her dear Honoka. Kotori smiles patiently. “Honoka-chan…”

Ah, and-

“You’ve got my full support to becoming buff and muscular!” Honoka takes her girlfriend’s hands into her own to squeeze. Her determined and supportive look on her face.

“B-Buff? Muscular..?” Kotori tilted her head to the side confused.

Honoka pursed her lips. “Isn’t that why you’re secretly training?”

“Ah, no! That’s not…” Kotori lowers her gaze to stare at the yoga mat. “It’s because…I gained weight from all the dates we’ve been on… And…”

Honoka gives Kotori’s hand another squeeze of encouragement.

“And I don’t want to be too dat that you won’t like-”

Honoka gently lets go and puts her hands on Kotori’s shoulder, her expression serious. “I’ll love you even if you’re fat. I know you’ll do the same for me…”

Honoka smiles softly, earnest ocean-blue eyes searches her favourite golden eyes for that assured gleam.

“Honoka-chan…”

��Plus, I still rather you’d tell me.” Honoka puts on an indignant pout. “I’ll do my best to help! Our dates don’t always have to be food and snuggles!” The gingerhead’s expression switches to a big dorky smile, shoulders relaxed.

It was infectious. Kotori smiled her sweet and gentle smile, the tense in her shoulders lost too. “Honoka-chan…~ (heart)”

Kotori wraps her arms around Honoka’s waist and Honoka does the same, leaning over, their foreheads touching. “I love you, Kotori-chan.”

“I love you too, Honoka-chan… (heart)”

They stayed close in each other’s arms for a long time, glad to be in each other’s warm love until Kotori decides they can indulge a little on dinner before they switch up from a solo diet plan to a Girlfriends Diet Plan.

 Author Notes

HonoKotoooooooo~~ *O*

I’m remembering more and more just how much I love this two lovebirds. TwT Not to say I forgot but I certainly was feeling worried about being unable to write! Be it due to some sort of magical force or because of the lack of time @v@

A-Anyways!! I hope y’all enjoyed this~ :D

Leave me a comment if you like!! :D That would help me BIG time~ hehe~

And catch you next chappie of Honoka and Kotori’s laifu (life)~ ^w^  

[mommydragon-of-all]

About the Character: Soren

I was tagged by @sakurabunnie Thank you <3 <3 <3

Tagging: @hadiden-lavellan, @tessa1972 @quizzikemen @igornerd (for Conrad ofc) and everyone else who sees this and would like to do it!! (๑・ω-)～♥

― your muse’s name:  Soren

–– a favorite picture/faceclaim for your muse: this so far, i think (forgot the scar on his forehead tho XD)

― two headcanons you have for your muse:

He has a daughter he doesnt know about. Became a father as a teenager. Should i elaborate? I think i did once already... oh well... bear with me some description is needed. It strikes Soren hard when he first sees her, for she looks a lot like Soren’s late mother, all in all. But at very first glance the hair color hits him, as no matter how wide and far he traveled he had never seen the exact shade of hair he and Caren has, their mother had. Other redheads lean more towards the color of flames, but theirs is like blood, from the black of the blood from the liver to the intense red of the blood from an artery. It may be just his enhanced eyes, but he can distinguish the shade clearly for being the exact copy. Volume and thickness a match too, only that its curly like the girl’s mother’s. Her eyes are the same shape and proportion as Soren’s (and Caren’s ofc) too, but blue like Soren’s late mother’s eyes and also, her own mother’s. Being a bit less than half and elf left her with round ears though, not that it’s visible from those unruly wine waves. Her other features are more or less a mix of her grandmother’s and mother’s, all this resulting in her looking shockingly similar to Soren’s late mom. ...and similar enough to Soren both in looks and nature etc that it is the classic case of “he couldn’t even deny” she was his. XD She has strong magic though, carried on from Sorens side, even if he himself lacks the connection to his great heartache.  When they meet Soren is introduced to her without the slightest of hesitation as her “other father”, and she takes it on stride, being excited for finally meeting her Papa (calls her other one dad, but decided papa fits Soren better. She’s right XD), while Soren is trying to wrap his mind and bursting heart around it all.  Yes she was told about him, by her hippie like easy hearted no drama parents. Told great hero stories too lol. She just grows up with it being natural that she has another father too who travels the world doing great deeds, unknowing of her yet, before she grows up enough to grasp how is that so (which is fairy early, smartass Soren offspring). 

You see, he was a beloved guest in the young married couple’s household -and bed- for a while. A happy peaceful downtime in Soren’s life before his blood inevitably stirred him further into the world, into adventures from the small cozy village, to the sadness of the young couple. He was the 3rd they ever had, tried for children wit the two others, hence they were certain the woman couldn’t have children, told that to Soren too, and to the wind with carefulness XD, but turns out the guy couldn’t have, they simply didnt have the proper luck and timing trying with their former guests.) They were contemplating “keeping” Soren for good, but they let him go without any hard feelings of course, even if saddened, understanding. Soren was conflicted too, but this was not the kind of Love to turn his world around them, from neither side, so his young adventurer blood won the tug war on his heart.

― three things that your muse likes doing in their free time:

Tinkering/experimenting with magical artifacts, researching magic stuff 

Hunting big stuff, like high dragons and wyverns, exploring ruins, collecting magic “junk”, scouting... in one word adventuring, i guess. 

Dipping his fox nose into other peoples business, often working as a fairy godfather. (mix of those working ways intended :P )

― seven people your muse loves/likes:

his SO

Caren

Dorian Pavus

The Iron Bull

Varric Tethras

Dagna

Lace Harding

― a phobia your muse has:

Abandonment. (i probably could also mention his dread of getting tortured, for he is certain he would go mad cuz of his heightened senses, and loosing himself is a big fear of his, right next to abandonment)

[spacexmagicxandxsheepxbleats]

List of commonly seen/referenced characters on this blog ~

//: So, I may not be a multi-muse blog, but I do have a number of characters specific to this one. This is just to kinda get them out in the open lol. I am open to letting people interact with some of these guys for short threads and if someone starts getting more activity or interest than some of the others I’d be happy to make a side blog for them :3 Feel Free To Send Asks About Them :D I’d Love to answer questions about them ~

The Reef:

Ezra’s family. Her twin brother, Skoll, her Father Njal, her unnamed mother and other siblings. As I map them out more I’ll update XD

Dark Ages:

The Boy - a human child of around five or six that travels with Risen Ezra for a number of years. He is killed by the Warlord Reaper-3...

Reaper-3 - An Exo Warlord who kills The Boy. He controls a fifty square mile track of forest within the territory of another Warlord. He looses in a battle with Risen Ezra and flees... Reaper-3 Rebuilds himself and becomes Outlaw-4.

The Rangers - While I don’t have any named Ranger characters they do appear in Dark Ages threads or drabble.

Post Dark Ages - Early City Years - Six Fronts - Twilight Gap - Saint 14′s Crusade:

Arlo - A male Human Warlock. He isn’t quite as old as Risen Ezra but close enough to still be authoritative over her. Arlo’s personality is gruff if not a bit callous, don’t let the stuffy exterior fool you! He’s not above a prank or joke once he gets comfortable. He is killed by Outlaw Ezra after his Ghost is crushed during the Crusade...

Seraph-7 - The Fire-team’s Hunter before her Ghost was killed and she was irreparably damaged. She’s Arlo’s Exo wife. Despite her damage and Risen Ezra’s aversion to Exos (thanks to Reaper) she still manages to mother the teams little savage.

Ulfar - A male Awoken Titan. Tall and evenly built the Titan has a very easy going sense to him when not in combat. Well read he often takes Risen Ezra’s Warlock Class designation to his advantage, dragging her to the fledgling archives so she can check out books or other materials for them to read. Ulfar is just as old as Arlo, having been resurrected in roughly the same area a few hours apart. Because of this, they see themselves as brothers. Ulfar is involved with another teams Warlock, a slim Exo of a man who is yet unnamed ~. Ulfar is killed by Outlaw Ezra after his Ghost is crushed during the Crusade...

Outlaw-4 - A male Exo Hunter who joined the team shortly after Risen Ezra. No one in the team is privy to the fact that he is Reaper-3, not even Ezra...He’d completely rebuilt his face and frame from other Exo’s hes killed. The man is quiet, surprisingly charismatic and jovial but makes no attempt to hide his disdain for Ezra. The two often get into physical altercations and at one point the Hunter went so far as to stab her in the face after Six Fronts, which resulted in a temporary ban from the team (he was allowed back in at the start of Twilight Gap). When he Ezra committed the murders of Arlo, Ulfar and their Ghosts he was the one to deal the most damage to the Warlock, subsequently throwing her off a cliff before attempting to crush her Ghost...

The Eliksni - A rouge band of eight Fallen from a handful of houses that defected their station to live freely. These eight were absorbed temporarily into a House of Kings splinter group that fancied themselves the true heirs to the house. This group was ‘hired’ by Outlaw to ambush the team while he was away and make the attack seem for all to see that Ezra was the culprit, leaving her alive long enough for him to finish her off... Ezra was more than they bargained for and witnessing them murder her friends snapped something in her. The eight were all that stood between Outlaw and the enraged Warlock as she dispensed with the rest of the group and it was the eight that saved Revenant from being killed, running the Exo Hunter off before retrieving and nursing a badly wounded Ezra...  The two most common individuals are a female, runt, Albino Dreg named Pearl and a war scarred, male Barron named Andreg. The Eight live near Ezra on her lake and keep largely to themselves.

[a-humble-rogue]

Word Association - Shanpo Shadoweye

Get in your muse’s headspace!  For each of the words below, add the first word that would come to your character’s mind! A copy of the original list can always be found [ HERE ] for easy copy pasting or reblogging.

After you’ve answered these for your character, feel free to send this on to other friends and hear from theirs, use the same words, use different words, use the words you came up with for association!  Just pass the idea along.

Dinner - “Well earned” Shanpo was of course a Pandaren, food was something they held highly and a good dinner after a day of hard work was one of the best things to be earned in life to his people. Sky - “Freedom” Shanpo loves flying around on his black thundering Cloud Serpent, the freedom to go wherever you please without anyone telling you waht to do was liberating and refreshing.

Trip - “Satisfying” Shanpo like many of his kind can become stricken with an insatiable wanderlust, compelling them to travel, explore and discover to satisfy their natural born curiosity.

Season - “Loss” Shanpo had lost his teacher in a place where snow was abundant. He grew to despise the winter season. Spring was a time for his heart to mend. Summer spent on tracking down his master’s murderer and to work. Fall, was hard for him, the urge to just sleep and let everything fade hit him the hardest in this season.

Sleep - “Rest” He shifted slightly, trying to hide the uncomfortable feeling that suddenly creeped its way into his very soul.

Comfort - “Safety” Shanpo was still young, naturally he had some things that bothered him and whenever he wanted comfort, he wanted safety.

Family - His voice caught in his throat before spilling out at once like a flood. “Worth dying for”

Black - “Shadows” Being a Rogue the shadows were dark, black and welcoming to Shanpo. His line of work relied heavily on them in order to be effective.

Fight - “Only when necessary” Shanpo was a Rogue, true, but he didn’t like to fight for no reason. He felt it wastes time, energy and effort.

Restaurant - “Food” His belly started growling, Shanpo loved to eat like many Pandaren do. Food was always a welcomed thing.

Home - “Hard to find” The place of his birth was indeed the Wandering Isles and being on the back of a giant sea turtle meant it moved quite often.

Power - “Easily abused” The Pandaren has bore witness to that very same situation before with Garrosh Hellscream and his madness. Wiping out the Valley of Eternal Blossoms and damaging countless other places in Pandaria was a clear example.

Steal - “Complicated” His jobs were often tied in the fact that many Rogues liked to steal jewels and other priceless objects. He never liked stealing though his job as a Rogue required it sometimes.

Ocean - “Dangerous” He had never been fond of Naga, nor Sharks though to him there wasn’t much of a difference. He could swim yes but what lurked underneath the vast depths of the ocean would chill the blood of any mortal not aligned to the darkness.

Drink - “Never enough” Pandaren were avid drinkers and Shanpo, well he never leaves a bar without stocking up for the road.

𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔅𝔶: @halforc-mercenary 𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤: Don’t have anyone else from memory XD

[yume-x-hanabi]

Yeah, I pretty much marathoned the rest of the game, except Elympios.

The party met with the king of Auj Oule, who then promptly started arguing with Milla because of course those two would butt heads. I'm not going to go into detail about that meeting here because I already talked about it in the past. Love Rowen and Elise's little strategy, though I feel sorry for the poor guard who so earnestly vowed to take care of Teepo during the audience. He didn't deserve getting punched :( Oh and also Alvin is a traitor and Jude is maaaaaad about it. Defining Leia moment while they try to flee, where she doubts herself (Elise's words really hurt her, huh). I love how Milla just plainly states she's not useless. I live for Milla plainly stating positive things. They fight Wingul and Presa on the way, where Wingul acts like a disenchanted Rowen fanboy (aaand the booster Long Dau stuff too I guess). No but seriously he spent the fight targeting Rowen, it was hilarious (not for me though cuz I needed the geezer alive to help me cast spells). Back in Xian Du, Alvin strolls in like nothing happened (but Jude is maaaaad and Elise starts sassing him it's the best thing ever) and Yurgen proves to be the most sensible man in the world when he decides he doesn't need to know what happened. Good guy. A pretty animated cutscene later we crash in Kalakh Shal and Driselle is the most precious NPC in the world. I love how she gets the vet to treat the wyverns by telling him they're basically like horses XD Well at least he managed to treat them, so... There's a few Milla Side-exclusive conversations with the party - I especially liked Rowen's and Leia's. Wish Elise's had a bit more consistence though. Then she talks with Jude, who says he wants to protect spirits too, which makes her really happy. She's spent all this time trying to protect both spirits and humans, so it must feel great to have a human want to reciprocate. Those two are really a good pair. I also love how they basically promise to stay together at the end (though we all know how that turns out ;_; ) The time for the confrontation with Nachtigal comes near, but first there's some shenanigans with the Lance of Kresnik and Agria. I'm not too sure whether she actually tried to destroy it (on orders from Gaius?) or just made stuff explode for fun. She's kind of hard to read sometimes. Well, she's completely crazy tbh. It's really sad to see her in that murderous state. I wish she'd been given a chance to heal from her trauma and regain some stability. She's better when she's just with the Chimeriad (and hilariously proper when talking to Gaius), but we barely see any of that in game. What a shame. Talking to Nachtigal goes as well as one would expect, and we beat his ass. Rowen seems to talk some sense into him at the end, but it's far too late, and anyway some mysterious ice attack does him in. Bye Nachty, you were kind of forgettable, wish you'd had a bigger role. But no time to rest, because Gaius is invading from where no one expected him (and this is where my inner Gunshi Kanbee fangirl takes over and gushes about Wingul's clever strategies). But Gilland has a plan and it involves the Lance of Kresnik, which is bad news. To war we go! I spent the whole battlefield map sequence reading the Rieze Maxian writings on the map and laughing my ass off (no but seriously, it contains little gems like "we can fish fish here" and I need to find a video somewhere to take screenshots and translate them all, this needs to be shared). Alvin's acting suspicious again, and again the party just lets him be lol. Anyway, after a very long fight against both Auj Oule and Rashugal forces, we meet three of the Chimeriad blasting off enemies like badasses before deciding to fight us. Honestly I think their deaths were foreshadowed here, with this bit of dialog: Rowen: But it is an unnecessary step, one that could cost your lives. Who would be left to support the king? Presa: His Highness can look after himself. YES HE CAN BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN HE SHOULD YOU DUMBASSES *ahem* Anyway we win, Wingul faints like a Pokémon after revealing his booster is in his brain, Jiao doesn't answer Elise's questions and Jude convinces Alvin to not off Presa (yes Alvin, don't do that, it's rude). So who's left to face now? Why, King Badass of course. He and Milla resume their debate (may I note how much I love how they're actually listening to each other? At first glance it appears they're just butting heads stubbornly, but every time they meet they show they've given some thought to what the other said before, even if they still disagree. Great dynamics. Also the contrast with Nachtigal is interesting. The pre-battle talk was more about how Nachty was not worthy to be king and how they were going to stop him, while with Gaius Milla actually asks him to let her do her thing. She recognizes he's not a bad guy and tries to leave the door open for a conflict-free resolution. He'll do the same later, too. Aah I love them so much). iirc you don't have to win this fight, but I managed to do it (took me 16 minutes and I ran out of Life Bottles orz). The fight gets interrupted by Ivar, who stupidly activates the Lance (Milla's facepalm lmao). Aaaand that's when everything goes downhill. Elympios invades, it's chaos everywhere, Gaius and the Chimeriad are the most badass characters ever, and then Jiao sacrifices himself and I cry. No srsly whyyyyyy T_T let me just pretend he managed to escape somehow and is just taking time off to recover Milla has a weird dream and wakes up all confused and makes a bunch of mistakes, which is really unlike her. She's noticed the contradiction between her mission and her actions and she's really anxious about it. Still, it doesn't prevent her from reassuring Leia when she's the one sharing her own self-doubts. I love their relationship. When they meet up with the rest of the party, there's a new addition: Milla's "sister" Musee. I think it's good she appeared on Jude Side - it leaves the player completely confused about her on Milla Side, which is basically how Milla is feeling about this whole thing hahaha. After listening to Gilland's announcement that he's taken control of KB (and spouting a bunch of bullshit about it too), Wingul invites us in, and Milla then reveals the truth about the world, and Alvin adds some more information and speculation. Of course Gaius is displeased about a lot of things (I would be too if I just learned I was gonna be used for fuel), so while he's no longer antagonistic, he's not being very cooperative lol. Such a shame. With him and the Chimeriad, the party would have been unstoppable. Well, at any rate, we're fighting on the same side now, even if separately. The retaking of the capital shows once again how badass the king and his aides are (they keep stealing the show lately), and we take the castle back and steal an airship rather easily (no thanks to Ivar lol). While resting, Milla witnesses Agria bullying Leia about Jude (and gets the dokidoki when Agria says Jude has the hots for her), and then Alvin trying to hit on Presa (stomp on him Presa). Wish there'd been a scene with Wingul (AND JIAO), but oh well. Anyway, she's starting to realize why she's so anxious and the reason for the contradiction. That's something I totally missed on first playthrough, I thought it was all about her developing feelings for Jude (due to the Agria and Presa scenes), but it's actually about her identity as Maxwell. Though I guess you can't really know that on first playthrough, since the truth only comes up later. But it's interesting to see Milla knew then, way before it's laid out clearly for the players. Also Musee's creepy. Nothing new here. Oh, but I forgot to mention, Alvin's stopped being shady (or has he?). His momma's dead and he hates Gilland, so he's now 100% on our side. Gaius and the party depart for the Zirnitra, where Gilland and the Lance is. On the way, everyone's mana gets sucked up and sent to Elympios, showing Alvin was right about the fuel thing, and Milla almost confesses to Jude, but they get interrupted by Agria. On the Zirnitra, Ivar decides to join the Chimeriad (the actual Chimeriad's glare when he says that is wonderful), and we go our own way. Alvin explains a bit more about Elympios and how Elympions don't have a mana lobe so that's why they need spyrixes. When we confront Gilland he explains about Celsius and spyrites - spyrixes that don't kill spirits. But to them they're just tools (you're the tool Gilland!) and he's an jerk anyway so we kick his ass. He then dies because of the spyrite. Serves you right. Gaius and the others arrive then and this time they're letting Milla destroy the Lance. Hah, looks like we're cooperating more and more... except we get interrupted by Musee's Gravity spell and Milla gets the grand idea to sacrifice herself to save everyone. Milla bby don't do that :'( But the (now freed) Four interfere and save her soul from cleansing, attempting to revive her as herself. Which doesn't really work at first as she's lost her memories (she progressively gets some of them back though). I gotta say I absolutely love the spirit world part. It seems bland if you just go straight for the story part, but it's actually a lot of fun to explore, talk to NPC, listen to the Four's comments, do the little sidequests... I do wish there'd been more to it, especially when you consider how much stuff happened on Jude Side during that time, but what we do have is really fascinating. Also, Spirits interactions. Good good. Even without her memories, Milla is still Milla and doesn't want the Four to die, and they decide to stick with her, even if it angers Musee and the actual Maxwell. I had to change the difficulty back to normal for the Musee fight because I suck at 1-on-1 battles (esp without healer). After that Milla gets her memory data from Maxwell's replica and goes up the Hallowmont while Musee gets mad about Maxwell's lack of answer and flies to the human world to do who knows what. At the summit, the Four get summoned by Maxwell, and Milla follows them. There, she sees Jude and the others fighting against Maxwell, and she finally remembers who she is, making her come back in style. We absolutely destroy Maxwell's ass (yay Gravity Well spam), and then convince him to stop being a grumpy old man and believe in humanity for once. He agrees, but then enter Gaius, who looks pissed for some reason (it's funny to play this from Milla's Side, because last time we saw him he was almost becoming friendly). He then starts spouting nonsense about becoming Maxwell himself since the old one is useless, traps him with the Lance of Kresnik (he got it in the end...), and then there's that gross scene where he pulls a sword out of Musee I'd rather forget. Srsly developers, couldn't you find another way >_> He tries to send the party back to Rieze Maxia (instead of killing them, he's still nice even when he's mad), but Maxwell sends us to Elympios instead, where we conveniently end in the care of Emperor Peony Alvin's cousin Balan. to be continued...

[le-amewzing]

lines to draw

An old drabble, done for a forum exchange.

Fic: "lines to draw" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: Sam Winchester & Dean Winchester (with a nod to Destiel bc I could, so tag with Destiel, too~)

Rating: K

Words: ~430

Additional info: family, angst, fluff, (mild romance/slash), 3rd person POV

Summary: Sam muses, and he feels for his brother, having to be without Cass…

      Sam wakes up one night, in the middle of the night. He's in the hotel room, and it's fairly quiet. There's nothing outside except the sounds of the town.

      So he lies there, wondering why the hell he woke up in the first place.

      He closes his eyes, thinking about the job that brought them out here. Everything goes back to the leviathans these days… Even Bobby's getting sick of them… Either way, Sam would be surprised if his phone didn't buzz with another text about more leviathan-related news. That's all they ever hear about these days.

      The younger Winchester remains on his back and looks to his left, at the other bed, where Dean's been tossing and turning all night. Oh. That makes sense. His rustling probably woke Sam up. After all, Sam's rather a light sleeper these days, even after Cass took Lucifer out of his mind…

      "Cass."

      Sam blinks…and frowns. So that's what it was.

      Dean turns over, away from Sam, and grumbles something else in his sleep. But he says "Cass" again, and it sounds so pitiful.

      It's hard, hearing that. Losing Cass and then regaining him only to lose him right after…

      Sam wonders how many more times he'll hear Dean call for the angel in his sleep. He's not surprised that it's happening at all. Sam has come to see Cass like a brother. Dean…well, it's complicated.

      And, when his older brother murmurs the name once more, Sam muses on the first time Dean had ever said it.

      …huh. That's right. They barely knew Cass then, Sam even less so than Dean. And they still hadn't made up their minds about the angel—makes sense as there was so much going on at the time. And Dean had learned Sam's little [Ruby] secret, and yelled at him for it, and told him that it was God's plan for Sam to stop and that "Cass" had even arrived because of this—

      Sam grins halfheartedly to himself. Figures. Dean yells at Sam and gives the angel a nickname in the same breath. Sam knew he should've seen it sooner, Dean and Cass.

      Instead, he saw it a while after that, and now things have come to this. Him and Dean in a hotel like old times, working a case. In truth, Dean's been muttering the angel's name in his sleep for years, so that's like old times, too.

      Sam hopes for one thing that night as he drifts back asleep: He wishes that all the "old times" would return…his brother's happiness, angel and all.

And this is what you get from binge-watching SPN and watching s4e3 "Metamorphosis." I died when I noticed when Dean first said "Cass"—while yelling at Sam about Ruby. XD Gods, you could already see the ship coming from half a world away. ;P So some inspiration from s3&4, Jess, but worked into s7. Hope that works, *lol*.

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

2022 note: *asdfghjkl* Little to edit in this 2014 drabble, which still makes me squeal. :D Having others witness ship things and/or describing it is one of my fav storytelling techniques, and it seems I've been endeavoring to do it at least once in each of my fandoms over the yrs. X'D I forgot this was a ship-thru-others'-eyes fic, bc of the bro bonding! I also miss the GGE; fun and stressful times, *lol*.

[eurusholmmes]

she saved me (now i’ll save her) | Rowena

I came up with this at work today - a future exchange between my OC (nephilim) and our dearest redhead. I woke up this morning to Ruth liking another one of my tweets and I’m 99.9% sure my heart stopped. 

I hope to get some stuff out tomorrow. Sorry guys. The muse isn’t motivated. 

Prompt: You are what Gabriel has closest to family and what Rowena considers a sister, and you refuse to rest until he walks back through the Rift alongside Castiel. Rowena takes it upon herself to calm your hysteria when he doesn’t. 

  “Family don’t end in blood.” 

  “I don’t care if you are the vilest of beings.. or how cold you are.. You are still as human as I am, and to me.. That’s enough. You are my family. Nothing is going to change that.” 

Rowena knew everything had gone to Hell the precise moment that she saw the uncertainty that flashed across your eyes. It had been mere hours since the altercation that had Lucifer thrown through the Rift, leaving you alone to tend to her.

She had no physical injuries that you saw, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t carrying the emotional scars -- the battered remains of her now redeemed soul -- from her trauma with the Devil. However, you both knew there was no possible way that she could keep that Rift open by herself. 

  “Y/N, darlin?” She called out, her Scottish lilt thickening as she did so. “I’ve got some fresh tea over here, why don’t you come take it with me?” 

You crossed your arms over your chest as the light from the portal flickered, illuminating the library in a soft auburn glow. You deeply appreciated the redheads plea to calm your nerves, but there was no way you would rest knowing that Gabriel wasn’t back yet. That he wasn’t safe. 

  “I will rest whenever Gabriel and Castiel come back through that portal. Alive.” Crossing the threshold of the library in two strides, your piercing gaze flickered to an eerily bright gold as you clasped Rowena’s shoulders tightly. A sharp gasp broke past her lips as your muscles screamed in protest, fingers trembling from exhaustion as a wave of warmth spread through her body. 

You called it the Nephilims Aura.

Rowena called it raw strength. 

When Dean and Sam burst through just as the portal closed, she knew Gabriel had not fulfilled his promise to return home safely to his niece. She had seen how you looked at him before he’d left with the brothers and the angel -- How he’d hugged you, how you begged him to come back,, How deeply the two of you loved each other. Like you were family.

  “W-Where-” Your throat slowly began to close up as hot tears pricked the corners of your eyes. The air around you electrified as you took another timid step towards the pair, who ironically enough were both unwilling to meet your gaze. “Where is he?” 

No one knew what to tell you for fear of your reaction. There had only been a number of times that Team Free Will had been privy to witnessing the anger of a Nephilim, and the consequences that came with it. Rowena had been fortunate enough to have been.. gone... when you had lashed out after the death of Castiel. 

You had told her of your pain so many times, and her fiercely protective nature was desperate to ensure that you never had to feel it again. 

Due to being the ones that had seen Gabriels fate unfold, Dean and Sam felt inclined to be the ones who told you. 

  “He sacrificed himself.. to save us.” 

Gods... She was so tired of all this death. 

Before Jack or Castiel could intervene, Rowena rose from her seat and quietly padded towards you. She wrapped one arm loosely around your waist as you sank to your knees, hysterical sobs wracking your body as you leaned into the warmth of her embrace.

You didn’t even have enough strength to be angry. You were so tired. So tired of the heartache, the grief, the loss.. Tired of losing everything that matters to you. Tired of watching everything turn to dust. 

  “Somnia.” 

Jack watched in astonishment as your body went limp, wings curling around your form as you fell unconscious in her arms. “Why..” The younger boy inquired, eyes keenly watching the witch as she maneuvered your head to rest against her shoulder. “I am confused. Why did you do that?” 

  “Because, boy.. Once upon a time, your Mother saved me from the scariest monster I’d ever encountered. Myself.” Interest piqued, Jack took a seat at Rowenas side and placed his chin in his hands -- like a child preparing to be told a bedtime story. “And it was your mother who taught me what it meant to be me.. the woman I’ve become now. All she’s done is save me.” 

Her heart sank as Rowena dipped her chin downward to examine your expression -- It was the first time you had looked peaceful in a long time. 

  “And now it’s my turn to save her.”

@marril96 @songofthecagedmoose not sure if you guys would’ve been interested but here, have a fic xD