#guess what i even kept fairly neutral about it

[davi-doo]

Zevlor's Helmite Oath

Zevlor was a Hellrider from Elturel and a paladin of Helm - the god of guardians - as you may already knew from the description of his "Hellrider's Pride" gaunlets. As someone who is not familiar with DnD lore, I did some digging to gain insight about the nature of Zevlor's oath and the circumstance around his oathbreaking. Might as well share what I found :)

Helm is a lawful neutral deity, whose principle can be seen as cold and rigid as he favors one's sense of duty and commitment as a protector, guardian and defender above all else. The dogma of Helm's faithfuls can be sum up as follows:

Guard perfectly, attentively, and with forethought; be ever vigilant. Guard what you are ordered to guard, including that on which your charge depends.

CREED OF THE HELMITE FAITH.

I was not surprised to learn Elturel was home to the strongest Helmite Church in the North. With the famous Hellrider as the citywatch and its strict rulings, Elturel is known to be the most efficient, secured and well-policed city in the region. It's natural for Hellrider to be among Helm's faithful, and I can imagine their paladin's oath is to safe-guard the city and its citizen to their last breath.

I'm not sure in BG3 timeline if the tieflings were forcefully evicted from Elturel, or if they left on their own accord to avoid violence and bigotry against their kind. But either case, Zevlor most likely broke his oath for simply leaving Elturel to lead and protect the tiefling refugees.

In principal, the church of Helm is to welcome whomever come seek their protection, even criminals. However, it's also their duty to turn them in to law enforcement if required, and see their trial to proceed fairly. That means, when the tieflings were deemed as a dangerous minority in the eyes of Elturian, Zevlor and fellow Hellrider must abide to the laws determined for them, or resist and face the repercussion:

All true warriors of Elturel were most likely Hellriders. Those who resigned were stripped of their gear, exiled from the city, and named a heretic in the eyes of Helm for abandoning their post.

Taken that Zevlor still had his gaunlets and his sword, I'm convinced he helped the refugee leave the city in secret. He sentimentally kept the gauntlet out of all the parts from his Hellrider plated armour, because you guess what? A silver gauntlet with eye is Helm's holy symbol. This proved he still held onto the Helmite failth, despite being stripped of the God's divine grace for his moral decision. He owned his choice by leaving the rest behind along with his title, but still took it upon himself to be the guardian of his people. That's why when you came along and protected them from the goblin, which allowed them to travel to Baldur's Gate, the Hellrider's Pride became yours. As for Zevlor, it seems to me he was ready to truly rest, which shows in his conversation with Tilly, too.

In Act 2, we see Zevlor seeking to restore his oath and fell victim to the Absolute; this is not the sign of him wanting to taste the glory again, but simply because the journey through Shadowcurse land has proven to be overwhelmingly dangerous. Zevlor might have viewed himself as a liability, not only due of his old age, but also his lack of dark vision despite being a tiefling. I believe whatever the watchful Helm bestowed on paladin Zevlor back in the day must have compensated nicely for his lacks. And ironically, with the innate darkvision that allows for better guard, the tiefling Hellrider were supposed to be valuable members in their unit. Until Elturian decided those with infernal heritage are somehow a threat to their hypervigilant society.

[t0ast-ghost]

The last one… it’s been coming for awhile…

Here’s my thoughts on Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country

(Spoilers for- well— everything)

- Before watching this movie I was trying to figure out why they chose this name and was told by my mom it’s a Shakespeare reference which.. I should have guessed

- “A Nicholas Myer Film” Cool! Now we know who to blame or bow to

- The music is so fucking intense I’m worried now

- I know Christopher Plummer is famous, I can’t place the face though and I want to say I know the name from the muppet show

- WAIT. Michael Dorn… WORF

- Wanna let y’all know that there was a guy (Harve Bennet) who wanted to create a completely different sixth movie that would’ve been more like a prequel where they recasted everyone to have an “academy era” movie with Kirk, Spock, and McCoy shenanigans. Gene Roddenberry didn’t fucking like that idea (cause only he knows how to cast apparently)

- explosion :)

- Teacup that tells you what ship you’re on. I now understand why everyone hates Quark trying to spread his own brand when Starfleet clearly is trying to push their own into every single crevasse

- HIII SULU HIIII

- It’s nice that they gave him the ship he kept saying he was hoping for in voyage home

- I won’t make a fart joke out of “gaseous planetary anomalies” and I definitely won’t say that Q did it

- DAMN NOT THE TEACUP. NBC Hannibal would fucking hate this movie

- Forgot how much I freaking love George Takei and I am so happy they gave him more stuff to do in this movie

- Falling… for about 7 seconds which is about 4 seconds more than normal

- Fairly certain that’s Janice Rand (5:32) (edit: it is! Hi Janice!!!)

- “We have no need for assistance,” and “Stay out of the neutral zone,” sounds like challenge

- Kirk says “What are we doing here?” STARRRING IN THE SIXTH STAR TREK MOVIEE BABEYYYY

- Scotty bought a boat, Uhura teaches seminars at the academy, I love hearing about their lives, keep going

- “Where’s Spock?” Asked in the saddest wettest voice. Kirk’s got his priorities straight. Er- well- not straight exactly but they’re there

- Them trying to hide that the “special envoy” is Spock when Kirk is sitting there looking at him like this

- Sorry babygirl not taking in any of that information. I am taking in those beautiful eyes tho <3

- Ooooh starting this one off with Kirk and Spock on opposite political sides

- Kirk being the one who has to offer the olive branch probably because Spock thought he could trust him to be on the side of peace (which was a miscalculation cause he’s probably still pretty angry with the whole “you Klingon bastards killed my son” thing…)

- “I remind you this meeting is classified” as everybody splits off into chattering gossip

- Kirk actually getting angry at Spock for “volunteering” them. The giant empty room with Kirk in the shadows and only Spock in the light (plus that random person standing in a dark corner for some reason) augh the mise en scène is wonderful

- I don’t even know how to unpack all that. Kirk so prejudiced against the Klingons (finally taking a more antagonistic stance) and saying “You should have trusted me” WHICH IS WHAT SPOCK HAS ALWAYS DONE. Because he trusted that Kirk would ultimately want peace no matter how battered and broken he became.

- They changed Spock’s ears, made the points more curved into themselves

- Why does every new lieutenant like quoting regulations to Kirk? How many does he just regularly break?

- OH FOR FUCKS SAKE WHY DOES HE LOOK OVER AT SPOCK SO SOFTLY

- I love how shape her hair is (draw it draw it draw it dammnit)

- Whenever creating a Star Trek movie you need someone on the production team who loves the ship departing from space dock scenes

- “I can never forgive them for the death of my boy.” Kirk says my boy

- Okay yes, Valeris should have knocked before entering his room but Kirk should also know to lock his door when he’s talking to his diary

- Why is Valeris so involved in this movie? First she’s talking to Kirk and now we’re following her to Spock’s? Strange (my guess. She’s evil.)

- “It is a reminder to me that all things end.” Like your life. Twice. Also that’s a nice sentiment and all but it’s so sad with the context that even his own original timeline ends

- “Logic is the beginning of wisdom, Valeris, not the end.” YEAHHH OLDER SPOCK he’s got a more balanced view on the world and himself

- OKAY I absolutely adore the costume design, especially for Gorkon. Like the golden clips in the hair? The red suit adorned with studs and the giant silver necklace?? The beard??? Amazing

- I like that there’s a “chief of staff” for the Klingons. It’s like the manager at a party city

- “They all look alike” BRO THEY MOST FUCKINGLY DO NOT

- I love the chief of staff being so confused over what the napkin roll thing is. I feel that.

- Ah yes my favourite meal. Blue. With a side of orange of course.

- “I offer a toast. The Undiscovered Country…” Welp. He said it. Time to wrap up the movie

- YEP ITS SHAKESPEARE BABEYYY (thank you Spock for saying that it’s Hamlet, act III, scene I, cause I didn’t wanna look it up)

- “You’ve not experienced Shakespeare until you have read him in the original Klingon.” Quoi???

- Spock actively trying to stop Kirk from starting a war

- I think this is such a good part where the Klingons are trying to state their worries. The gradual (or not so gradual) need for assimilation to be apart of starfleet. This is a particularly big problem for the Klingons because so much of their culture has been entwined with violence which Starfleet seems almost hellbent to take away. As well as hearing troubling language such as “human rights” thrown in their faces

- IM SORRY. Kirk. You didn’t. You didn’t just compare someone to hitler.

- Spock looks actually so fucking pissed at Kirk

- “If there is to be a brave new world, our generation is going to have the hardest time living in it.” Gorkon dropping all the good lines

- McCoy just standing there adjusting his outfit and looking like the most tired man alive

- “I’m going to sleep this off.” “I’m going to go find a pot of black coffee.” Both Kirk and McCoy leaving Spock :(((

- The shaky swoop of the camera as Kirk and the rest of the bridge realize that somehow they just fired on the Klingon vessel

- Don’t care about the rest of the movie I just love the scene where everything starts floating on the Klingon vessel

- AUGH THOSE SPACE SUITS OKAY I DO STILL CARE

- Love me some good ol’ bad 3D graphics blood

- Times like this I wish I’d never skipped my tlhIngan Hol classes

- Floating dead Klingons. What. A. Scene.

- Aw Fuck Dude. The one guy getting gravity back online and everything falling to the ground and blood splattering and AUGHHH. Every time I think this scene can’t get better, it does!

- HIII MCCOY!!! He got to rush onto the bridge just to ask “are we firing torpedoes” and I appreciate that :)

- Kirk and Spock fighting over who should go to the Klingon ship and Spock saying “perhaps you’re right” and then putting his hand on Kirk’s shoulder made me more nervous than it should have. Darn you Wrath of Khan! You’ve given me trust issues. (but you're telling me this isn't supposed to look like a nerve pinch???)

- Also Kirk ultimately still trying to maintain peace. It’s his knee jerk reaction to this. He’s got what he’s said he’s wanted when incased in his own emotions about loosing his son but he knows it’s not right

- and finally, yay! McCoy gets to go on the mission!

- The actor for the Klingon that greets them is so good at the rage mixing with grief and sadness

- McCoy to the rescue!!

- Either Klingon blood is pink (like in that one game) or they wanted to keep it pg-13

- “He’s gone into some kind of damned arrest!” McCoy proceeds to straddle the Klingon on top of the table so he has leverage to do proper CPR… I have no thoughts on this that I’d like to share

- I do not believe McCoy’s punches would be strong enough to restart a heart. I’m sorry but they look so puny

- The blood bubbling as Gorkon dies is so fucking good oh my heart

- This is all happening at 2:00 fucking AM??? No wonder Kirk is tired

- “I sympathize, Mr. Scott.” Love when they make Spock say he ‘understands’ or ‘sympathizes’

- SAREKKKK!! Hehe hiiii

- “We are experiencing technical malfunction. All backup systems inoperative.” “Excellent. I… I mean, too bad.” A banger scene from Uhura and Chekov

- Rosanna DeSoto as Azetbur (the Chancellor’s daughter) plays the part so well. Again their portrayal of grief and anger while trying to get to peace is so fucking amazing. LOOK AT HER FACE

- Maybe I’m not so happy about McCoy being on this mission after all…

- The giant circular judgement chamber is so fucking cool

- MICHAEL DORN 🫵

- The sparking gavel <3

- I love the beginning of a translator translating all the Klingon’s words

- WORF IS THEIR DEFENDANT???

- That one Klingon that laughs at McCoy’s joke, wanna be friends?

- “You say you are due for retirement. May I ask, do your hands shake?” “Objection!” “I was nervous!” “No. You were incompetent.” This is like watching reality tv for me. That’s some good drama

- phew thank goodness they’re not killing McCoy. He’s too pretty to die

- The back and forth slow zoom in on McCoy & Kirk and the judge didn’t have the intensity they were going for but I appreciate the effort

- “Better to kill them now and get it over with.” That’s nice Scotty

- Oh shit Spock loosing both of his husbands in one sentencing. That cannot be good for the economy

- “An ancestor of mine maintained that if you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains however improbable, must be the truth.” Ancestor? You mean fucking Arthur Conan Doyle?? Or Sherlock??? Either way that’s a hecking lore drop

- They’ve got a murder mystery aboard the Enterprise, this is my dream

- Hey babe, new Klingon dog beast just dropped (Jackal Mastiff)

- I let out an audible “aww” of pity when I saw McCoy wrapped up in a blanket

- I can’t believe I’m only halfway through this movie what is even happening anymore

- Had a brief pause to voice crackedly yell a little bit. Something along the lines of “I do not care. I do not care! I don’t care! I just want Spock- I just want them with Spock! I do not care!” And then let myself breathe for a second or two (and then made chicken nuggets). The outburst was born of a deep sadness from the fact that they can’t just be happy and retired together. Ok, back to the movie.

- Martia just handed Kirk a blunt change my mind

- “Somebody up there wants you out of the way.” of course, it can’t just be about actual politics between the Klingons and Federation, it has to actually be about Kirk and somebody trying to kill him. Dang it.

- “But the killers may still be among them.” …wait a damn minute.. you’re saying there’s imposters- *pulled away forcefully*

- I love how every commanding officer comes into the kitchen absolutely furious that someone fired a phaser

- On that note: why is there a kitchen? And why are they preparing various cooked birds? Who’s having a banquet tonight?

- What kind of bullshit evolution puts a species genitals in their knees?

- Hate how Kirk just lets McCoy go treat the highly dangerous being alone

- “Spock was right” NO SHIT HE’S LITERALLY AN ANCESTOR OF SHERLOCK

- YASSS SULU!!! Now get your rest you beautiful man

- Spock will literally leave no stone unturned for his husbands

- Either Martia has some really good prosthetics in the cave or she’s wearing someone else’s skin… NEVERMIND haha she’s just a shapeshifter

- Chekov was so proud of himself dammit. Too bad he was so utterly wrong

- Also Valeris is so expressive, kinda loving it

- The planet seems kinda nice in the daylight.. minus the dead body I’d say it’s pretty similar to winters in Canada (yes I made the joke, please delete it before posting) (edit: nope <3 just like Canada. Made your bed, lie in it)

- “Leave me. I’m finished.” Goddamn this man’s worst enemy is the cold. Both times McCoy just gives up and tells Spock or Kirk to leave him (First time being in All Our Yesterdays)

- “If they’re even looking for us.” Bones. Spock would literally NEVER leave the both of you. That aside the rest of the Enterprise crew also loves you like crazy

- Everyone laughing on the channel with the Klingons is so funny

- Holyy shit. Is Kirk going to fight.. himself???

- McCoy angel <3

- “I can’t believe I kissed you.” Yeah. Me neither. You didn’t actually have too.

- Poor McCoy holy cannoli oil. He’s knocked out and when he wakes up immediately gets trampled by two versions of his husband

- HIIII JACKAL MASTIFF HIII

- “Since you’re all going to die anyway, why not tell you.” When I go to watch the cinema sins video (I know I’m sorry) on this movie I bet they’ll say “klingonposition” or smt like that here

- If it’s just Chang that wants Kirk dead that’s so disappointing

- McCoy looks over and sees this

- “What you want is irrelevant, what you’ve chosen is at hand.” SPOCK IS ANGRYYYYY SPOCK IS PISSSED

- Please someone let McCoy take a shower, he stinks

- WAIT VALERIS WAS THE ONE SITTING IN THE DARK CORNER OF THE ROOM IN THE BEGINNING

- The distorted wavy angle that almost feels like it’s going side to side dutch angles with each of Spock’s footsteps as he nears Valeris

- I WOULD HAVE SCREAMED IN THEATRES

- Valeris is fucking crying omg what the actual fuck

- I honestly don’t know how to take that apart. I’m still shocked and screaming a little. The reactions from each crew member being just absolutely horrified

- I’m still reeling from that but I gotta acknowledge the fact that Spock says “I prefer it dark” when Kirk enters his quarters. So did I as a teenager and my mom would tell me it was bad for my eyes

- “You and the doctor might have been killed.” “The night is still young.” They are three months from retirement. Goddammnit let them just get to be retired together on a farm or condo or smt. I don’t give a shit just let them rest.

- “Spock, you want to know something? Everybody’s human.” NO THEYRE NOT IN THIS CONTEXT. That was kind of a big point made in this movie. I think the point you’re trying to make is ‘everyone in the whole galaxy forever will always make mistakes.’

- “Doctor, would you care to assist me in performing surgery on a torpedo?”

- Chang just said, “ah the games afoot” why are there so many Sherlock Holmes references in this one? Like I know they have a hard on for famous literature but this one is named after a Shakespeare quote. Just saying it’s a bit crowded.

- They really wanted McCoy to say smt doctory while making the torpedo so they chose “we’ve got a heart beat”

- I think it would’ve been better if Chang said to be or not to be in Klingon like they did at the dinner table

- So they saved the day? Yay? Kirk and McCoy should legally not actually be there- oh they’re all clapping for them who cares

- SPOCK GETS TO SAY GO TO HELL

- Kirk did not just fucking quote Peter Pan. Shut the fuck up.

- McCoy’s look says it all. And by that I mean just let him retire with his husbands. Oh my goodness.

- Just for my mom I'm mentioning the flared pants (Spock and McCoy look kinda goofy tho)

- Ohhh so this is where they change it from “where no man” to “where no one”

- And the Enterprise rides off into the sun. What kind of Grease ending is that?

Awwe okay all of their signatures at the end was a nice touch

I don’t have much more to say here, I forgot how fun but time consuming it was to do these thought posts. I really really appreciate everyone who likes these posts because it means y’all took the time to read this which is just something so meaningful to me.

Thank you all so much <3

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[italoniponic]

(There's No) Dawn in Diasomnia | Silver

Synopsis: You accidentally fell asleep in Diasomnia and Silver decided to take you to sleep in a more comfortable place than the cold, dark lounge room.

Silver x gender neutral reader / wholesome & fluff / established relationship / use of "you" pronouns / silver is precious, pls understand

Word count: 1550k words / Warning: irl, not the best idea to take your beloved one to your shared room while they're sleeping / Masterlist

| Disclaimer1: This idea came to me while scrolling through a twst blog (that I think got deleted). It was a Lilia interaction and one particular phrase caught my attention: “Dawn doesn’t exist in Diasomnia.” And, thinking about how Diasomnia resembles the Forbidden Mountain from Maleficent… yes, they could possibly not have anything close to a normal dawn or light in the dorm. Or maybe it was just a expression and I’m reading too much into it lol Disclaimer 2: As you might guess, when I was writing this, way back to last year, I completely forgot that only dorm leaders have single rooms so the situation is quite ??? |

(There's No) Dawn in Diasomnia

“Ramshackle looks kinda different…,” was what you thought at that moment, still enveloped by drowsiness. 

Indeed, your surroundings couldn’t be more foreign — and at the same time, strangely familiar. You were lying on a comfortable surface, covered by a large, fairly thick blanket that probably must be cotton. It was obviously nothing like your usual wooden bed, whose mattress filling was getting thinner each day that passed by.

Well. It was someone else’s room in another dorm. But who? How did you ended up there? Still bewildered, you tried to grope for anything else that might make you better remember where you were. Suddenly, you felt an icy stone wall to your right and suddenly everything made sense.

Diasomnia. 

It was like receiving the kiss of awakening. All memories were turned full steam in your head to reenact the events of last night, when Malleus invited you to an extraordinary party of the Gargoyle Studies Club which you were part of. 

It had been fun spending time with the Diasomnia crew like always. 

You helped Silver prepare dinner — to keep Lilia out of trouble — and Sebek competed with you on who had more knowledge about gargoyles and grotesques in the quiz that Malleus prepared for the occasion. 

Even after the host of the party retired to sleep, being joined a few minutes later by his young and audible knight or when eventually the energetic “father” of the three disappeared from everyone’s sight, you remained awake with Silver. 

After all, you were dating and it had been a while since you two had any alone time. In this, Malleus’ invitation must have been his way of facilitating this reunion between you — you would have to remember to thank him later — and so well was it that you both kept chatting into the night. 

Silver told you a lot of his childhood stories, his training as a knight and Lilia’s misadventures in the kitchen. He might appear to be an airhead by nature but he had an excellent memory. Especially for the good times spent in the Valley of Thorns. Mornings playing with Sebek, afternoons talking with Malleus, and evenings with his father.

And it was in this light mood of good memories and Silver’s sweet voice that you fell asleep without realizing it. 

Faced with this fact, you could wake up completely and finally sit down in bed to better orient yourself. It was an typical Diasomnia room with its long stone walls, moss-green curtains on the windows, dark wood furniture and several alarm clocks around it. Maybe the clocks were particular to a certain person.

This detail alone had already been enough to make you understand everything you needed but a little bird greeted you by the window as if to say “it really is Silver’s room”. 

In fact, your newest bluish little friend wanted to warn you that the real owner of the bed was sleeping somewhere else — you just needed to concentrate on the snoring sound that filled the room with its warm and calming music.

“Si-Silver!,” you exclaimed when you saw your boyfriend stretched out on the floor.

Silver snored quietly, unshaken and comfortable with his bird feed sack “pillow” and the blue cloth near the bed he was using as a blanket. Perhaps from his experience training endurance, he was a little more immune to the dormitory’s cold temperature than an ordinary person.

Diasomnia was not cold, per se. It wasn’t a warm place either. The cotton blanket was protecting you from a subtle coldness of that weather, a serenity that brushed against your spine in a frightening way. It was amazing how Silver could sleep like a rock there.

You looked around, seeing three other beds in the room — probably Silver’s grade colleagues — but all unoccupied and well-groomed. If Silver had actually brought you from the lounge to his room, none of the Diasomnia students dared bother you or demand explanations of why you were there.

Some classmates from other dorms might say that you got much further than others who were not from Diasomnia: you got to actually sleep there.

Disagreements with Savanaclaw aside, several Diasomnia students had friends from other dorms — few with their fiercest rival, however. But there were no joint study sessions or chill moments among friends that made a normal person brave the cold night, the ever-present charged clouds and the ghostly candles of the halls.

And despite all that, there you were.

“Silver, wake up…”

You left the blanket behind and walked over to the boy, caringly shaking his body to wake him up. Gradually, Silver’s eyes began to open, and he looked as confused as you when you woke up. Even though it was a surprise to wake up in that room, you weren’t mad at him.

“Next time let me know you’re gonna let me sleep in your room, okay?,” you said with a bit of a teasing tone. Then came a pause, you thought more about this scenario. “Well... there’s no way you can warn me if I’m already sleeping but... um... so… anyway! What do you think you’re doing sleeping on the floor, Silver?!”

The poor fellow could only blink at the various sentences and different tones you were throwing at him as soon as he regained consciousness. It took him a minute to understand what was actually happening.

“Sorry. You fell asleep suddenly, and the lounge can get pretty cold at midnight hours,” Silver spoke from experience. “But if you aren’t comfortable sleeping here, next time we will stay there on the couch. I’ll bring blankets. It wouldn’t be a problem.”

Silver obviously wasn’t too aware that the problem wasn’t a matter of comfort — it was about you sleeping in his room. Apart from the hassle that must have been carrying you there.

It was a series of things that probably didn’t even cross Silver’s mind, after all his first concern was that you could sleep in a warm and comfortable place.

Did you need to think about the possibility of the situation happening a second time? A third? Were you being infected with the same ability to sleep anywhere or was your boyfriend just too kind and pure for his own good? 

“Well, as long as you don’t sleep on the floor,” you pleaded.

“But I can’t sleep with you in bed. It’s too small for both of us,” Silver answered, directly and honestly.

You needed a moment to pull yourself together — and not laugh at your boyfriend’s wholesome innocence.

The two of you got up together and, at that moment, your gaze got distracted in the direction of the window near Silver’s desk. By the time set on the alarm clocks, it was still early in the morning but the Sun should have already risen.

In theory. 

The window outside only showcased how the sky was colored in the heaviest gray tones. A light green haze surrounded the hill peaks and thorny vineyards around the castle. There was something very similar to light but it was far from the flash of dawn or some sort of morning star.

It was easier to compare the scenery to a rainy morning. 

“Is it always like this?,” you asked.

“Yes,” Silver replied, looking at the same landscape. “It reminds me a bit of our house in the Valley of Thorns. It’s normal for me.”

You pondered those words. The world you came from had places where the rainy seasons were really recurring, but there was still the feeling that the Sun was there somewhere among the clouds. 

In Diasomnia, on the other side, it seemed that there was no dawn. At all. You could only wonder how similar the Valley of Thorns — the homeland of the fairy from whom the dorm took its core values — would be in this regard.

At this, you observed Silver who yawned and scratched his eyes so as not to let sleep dominate him again. 

Technically most of the students in the dormitory woke up at that time to start training — everything balanced out since they slept early. For the boy, however, it was still a challenge in one way or another. Still, Silver insisted on doing his best and not being left behind. He trained every day to be able to protect the people he loved and even those he didn’t even know. 

You admired that in him. His gentle side, his pure intentions. 

Then you realized: there was, yes, an aurora that was born on the horizon of Diasomnia.

He was slow, climbing in simple steps but certain of his duty. Like a princess who walks back to her castle without complaint, like the Sun that rises every morning without missing.

You were truly the luckiest person who walked through the gates of the Thorn Fairy dormitory. Not only did you sleep there, but you witnessed the most beautiful breaking dawn. This one who was right next to you, staring at you with a pair of confused lilac eyes. Your smile was inexplicable but Silver still found it really sweet.

If he were honest, he didn’t need to see any sunny mornings if someday — maybe in the future, perhaps in an enchanted cottage — Silver could wake up with you every day until the last dusk of life. Since you were his dear breaking dawn. 

| Special Notes: Look, look... I just wanted two things: Silver to take me to sleep in a more comfortable bed (no spice, just a sweet innocent thing... in a universe where he could have a individual room) and to know if the Sun rises in the dorm despite Maleficent gothic vibes |

[dysfunctional-doodle]

What is your favorite and least favorite version of all the turtles?

I feel like it’s fairly obvious who I favour the most if you read my chat fic, Too Many Turtles (I have a lot of bias, oops) but I shall break it down.

Ok so favourites:

1987: Michelangelo (come on, he’s a surfer dude and actual angel)

90’s: Donnie (the snark he has with Casey makes my day, though Mikey is still second because he genuinely has the best relationship with Donnie I love watching those two interact)

2003: Mikey, duh. Just look at my blog and my fanfics. I love this chaotic gremlin.

2007: Mikey (again! Especially after hearing about the cancelled sequel of him joining the foot, his brothers demutating, etc. I will say I am looking forward to finally getting to the 2007 plot line in my chat fic, it’s gonna be great >:) )

2012: Raph (I haven’t watched much 2012 at all, I just can’t. I don’t know why people think it’s good in all honestly aside from a few episodes, but from what I’ve seen and mostly read about Raph gets way too much abuse dude, someone give this turtle a hug)

Bayverse: Donnie, followed closely by Mikey. (Idk why but the “younger sibling energy” they give these two is actually great. And Donnie’s little stims and the fact that he licks the icing off pop tarts and puts them back in the box just about pushes him above Mikey.)

2019: Mikey (again. Come on. Have you seen him in that movie?)

Rise: Donnie, followed closely by Mikey. (For me they are both pretty much even in different ways. I love Donnie’s chaotic neutral status and Mikey got boosted quite a bit after the movie, and the rage I feel whenever I hear about hall the episodes he was the star of but then they cancelled almost all of them.)

Mutant Mayhem: Mikey (Something about seeing him sadly look through a sewer grate at the humans with that music in the background made me want to protect him forever. Also I love his effort to try and be a comedian but his jokes are…um yeah. As a second I would actually say Leo - I know, strange for me - but idk, he’s just an anxious mess.)

And now least favourites, strap in boys:

1987: uuuh Leo I suppose. Kind of a fun sponge

90’s: again, Leo (though this doesn’t mean I dislike him; I really liked how happy he got when Raph woke up and the way he guarded him before then. He’s just the least favourite.)

2003: Leo (again, the same reasoning i iterated with 90’s. I really like this Leo but compared to the other brothers…he falls a little shorter.)

2007: Leo (Patronising Asshole)

2012: OK, this one is weird. I dislike Donnie the most by far only when he is simping for April. When they let him not have this as his only character trait he’s actually fun to watch but DEAR GOD I hate him when he kept being a creep to her.

Bayverse: Leo (He insulted Mikey, he must die /jk)

2019: Um I guess Raph? I like all of them pretty much equally, don’t really have a least favourite at all.

Rise: Leo (yeah I don’t like him. Don’t get why the fandom does. Still an ass)

Mutant Mayhem: Donnie (idk why, I like everyone else much more. Don’t get me wrong, I still like him though)

[homestuckreplay]

turntechGnostic? gardenGodhead?

(page 381-387)

Dave is a cool guy, yknow? A cool dude whose default face is complete neutrality, who doesn't show emotions besides anger, the only acceptable feeling for men. If he's feeling something positive, he'll show it with a nod of the head or a twinkle of the sunglasses, not-

HEY. WHAT'S THAT SMILE ON YOUR FACE, COOL GUY????

What's fun about meeting Dave is that we get to see him talk to all three of his friends in pretty quick succession, while with John it was far more spaced out. Dave loves John so much but I think he kind of talks down to him, and with Rose, it's the witty banter of equals. With GG, Dave is the one who seems lost in the conversation. GG throws Dave for a loop multiple times, and also blatantly makes fun of him with 'bro! hehehe' and 'feeling cool today? mr cool guy?' I didn't expect Dave to like this, and it's not obvious in the conversation that he does, but that tiny smile kinda says it all. I can honestly see these two becoming my favorite dynamic of the four main characters.

We get more GG lore too! They have a 'goofy' fetch modus which I'm super curious about. It turns out they have a granddad who's a big presence in their life, not a sister. They also have a pet who TG refers to as a 'devilbeast', and who is hard to feed and can overpower GG. Could be an unruly, badly trained dog, or perhaps GG lives on a farm and this is some kind of farm animal? Or an exotic pet their grandad attempted to tame (since he's apparently a 'total badass') but who shouldn't really be kept as a pet.

Also GG might have some psychic powers, or at least believe that they do. Which definitely puts their earlier conversations with John in a new light - instead of urging him to get the package now because they're excited to see his reaction, which is what I originally assumed, they're just emphasizing how important the package is, so that he'll know opening it is a priority if and when he finds it later.

The TG lore we get is.... less delightful. He mends his window with gaffa tape, which makes it objectively less functional as a window, definitely can't help with the heat, and doesn't even cover up the full hole. Like, just put a poster over it. More effective for less effort. Also his 'takedown' of monster movie tropes on p.386 is identical to 'guy who hates musicals because people sing in them' and is just exhausting to read. Also he thinks a white puppet ventriloquist rapper is the coolest shit ever, which is inexcusable. Basically, he needs to hang out with GG more so that they can chill him out and make him more tolerable.

I missed John so much. I've been thinking for a couple days about how I miss John, and here he is! The oil in his room has gotten significantly worse compared to p.253, which is a shame, because John is a fairly neat and clean kid when his sylladex isn't totally ruining his life.

But I guess this little harlequin beastie doesn't care about that? I love this thing's design, it's so fun. It looks so angry but somehow so incapable of causing any real harm that isn't oil based. What a silly hat for something that wants to be intimidating so bad. This will probably confirm to John once and for all that clowns are bad.

We've seen a couple other jet black, #000000 creatures so far. The Wayward Vagabond, linked from p.271, has smaller and rounder eyes but the same clawed hands. And the members of the Midnight Crew, seen on p.328-331, are visibly shinier (including their clothes?) with no visible teeth, but the rightmost two have those same elongated horizontal white eyes. Notably, all of these characters wear distinctive headgear. They all have really different roles in the story, so this could just be a shorthand for characters outside of the main four and their families, but it would be cool if some or all of them were connected.

[beevean]

You wanna do an analysis on one of your faves?

Do one on Samus! It's the right time!

Of course :P

Well... Samus is hard to describe, because she has changed so much in three decades.

The general Power Suit is iconic for a reason. In the older games, it was bulky, not apt for speed but very much apt for exploring a hostile world. It made Samus look like an advanced, cold, deadly robot.

Nowadays that people are inherently born with the knowledge that she is a woman :P her Suit has become a tad more feminine, mostly in the hips department - not enough to look too booby, but enough to be more streamlined and agile. (the size of the Varia Suit's massive shoulders is to this day wildly inconsistent :P)

Not surprising, then, the direction took in Dread, where the suit is sleeker than ever: Samus doesnt' look unprotected, but she's elegantly stripped to the essence without losing her cool factor.

You can tell in which decades those suits were designed :P

But I find Samus herself more interesting.

I remember reading a thread on r/metroid of someone, who was probably eaten for dinner that day, who was glad that Samus looks very feminine under the Suit, because you wouldn't expect the big hero of the galaxy to look like a cute woman, especially coming out of such a cold robotic suit. I do see their point. In part, her design (blonde, blue eyed, slim, conventionally pretty) is a child of its time. I think nowadays she would have been designed to look more like Abby from TLOU2, and I mean it in the most neutral of ways: Samus, overall, feels like a male character who was genderswapped at the last minute. And yes I know that it's exactly the case because the big reveal in M1 was mostly a joke, but I mean writing wise too.

My favorite design for Samus will always be SM, because yes, I do like my Samus to be athletic:

She should look well trained, for the job she has, and I wouldn't even mind more scars on her body, especially of the Phazon kind. (also I'm biased because I like buffer women :P) This is also where I insist that the two-piece looks better on her than the Zero Suit: while admittedly the latter would protect her skin better under the Power Suit, aesthetically the two-piece draws your eyes on her toned limbs and stomach, so while it is more revealing, I feel it's a more "tasteful" kind of fanservice than the Zero Suit which clings onto her curves. (not to open a can of discourse, it's my personal preference)

But I find interesting that she keeps her hair long and she puts on make up. Think about it: why would she put on make up when her face is hidden to the rest of the galaxy? No matter where she learned it, whether it was from the Chozo as something culturally different from our make up, or from female companions when she trained in the GF, it's easy to guess that Samus likes her appearance and puts care in it for herself and herself only. I do think it fits what we know of her personality: she's not a showoff, but she's not humble either. Combine this with the previous talk about the two-piece: Samus is shown going around places like that. Overall, both in appearance and personality, she exudes masculine confidence in a feminine way, something that would be so easy to mess up, but with one exception it has been kept fairly consistent.

[gifti3]

Okay i wrote this in record time for me. i just got the urge and boom here it is. I wanted to get this out fast so I didn't forget about it.

I called it a CEO AU but honestly its just an AU where MC works as Lucifer's assistant and is ready to wrap up this part of their life and move on to different work.

All the brothers are mentioned in this. And this can be whatever you want honestly. Platonic not so platonic. Maybe MC is dating one of them, maybe not. I kept it pretty vague!

MC is gender neutral.

_________________________

_________________________

"What is this?"

You push the envelope forward. "My letter of resignation."

Maybe it was a bit much handing it to him in person like this, but emailing just felt too cold. And yea he was your boss, but you considered Lucy a friend too and wanted to leave on the best note possible.

"I know you're busy but I wanted to let you know asap so we can plan accordingly."

Surprising to you, Lucifer seems slightly caught off guard. "Did you find new work?"

You nod with a smile. "Yep! It’s pay and benefits aren't as good but it's practically my dream job."

Lucifer observes you. It was obvious that working as his assistant was a lot of stress on you. Asmodeus mentioned your frustrations to him several times. But you always pulled through in the end. 

Did he overestimate you? No, overwork you?

"When do you leave?"

"2 weeks!"

-------

"They're literally going to the other side of the world you guys!"

“They’re what!?” Mammon responds, bewildered.

"They're moving to the other side of the world! A completely different country--this sucks!" Asmodeus lays his head down in his arms.

Unease fills the meeting room. This was new information to the rest of the brothers, including Lucifer. MC had never mentioned anything about moving and now an unwanted change had become much more unpleasant.  

-------

"Hey MC! Why didn't ya mention ya were moving to the other side of the world?" Mammon approaches from the meeting room, wasting no time.

"Ohhh... right, I forgot to mention that part to everyone. But it wasn't really that important honestly."

“What do ya mean it’s not important. It’s kind of a big deal!”

"....Okay yeah you're right, but it honestly slipped my mind. By the way, not on the other side of the world. Asmo likes to exaggerate, I swear. Either that or his geography could use some polishing."

You continue dropping random items from inside your desk into a box. You still had a week and half left but you wanted to take all your personal non-work stuff home to avoid forgetting anything. You were honestly surprised by how much unnecessary crap had found its way into the desk. It was a stark difference compared to your first couple of months working here.

When you first started, it sucked honestly. If it wasn't for the amazing pay you would have quit fairly quick. 

The first several months were rough, but with time you started getting used to working for the overbearing perfectionist that was Lucifer. Things started to feel routine, you could access possible issues before they happened. And Lucifer’s brothers coming in and out of this building stopped being an annoyance and began to be something to look forward to. You made friends with each and every one of them. Then even Lucifer eventually came around. And before you knew it had been 4 years.

You always thought about moving on to new work but would forget about it and go back to the usual routine. But recently, you were starting to feel content--no resigned. Like "I guess I could stay here forever…" resigned. And it scared you! So you immediately started job searching more seriously and your months of work paid off.

But I'm still gonna miss this place.

Next, Asmo is out of the room. He walks straight for you and wraps you in a tight hug. "MC don't leave us please!"

"I must--AH you're squeezing me too hard!"

He loosens his hold. "Sorry."

You pat his arm.

“Aren't ya gonna miss me--us? Whatever new people ya meet couldn't measure up to the Great Mammom!”

"That’s definitely true, but I need to spread my wings and fly you guys. Hmm…that sounded better in my head."

You notice Leviathan standing off to the side listening so you give him a smile. 

"Levi, why are you standing over there?"

He jumps but makes his way over from your prompting.

"S-So you really found your dream job. It sucks you're leaving but maybe it's a good thing too…"

You nod. "It's new and a little scary, but just consider it me starting a new arc in life."

"And honestly if you guys really want to talk to me, then keep in touch. You literally all have my number."

Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to help much for cheering up Levi or the other two.

Fortunately though, Satan appears before the silence becomes unbearable.

"So you're finally escaping Lucifer MC?”

"Ha! I guess you could put it that way..."

Asmo crosses his arms, his frown deepening. "Please don't let him overhear that."

Satan shows what he's hiding behind his back. "I'll miss your company but I'd like to send you off on the right foot so I brought you a couple of items."

He hands you the gift bag.

"If this isn't a book, I'll be shocked," you say.

You peep inside and realize there's multiple things.

A hardback book from a series you and Satan are currently reading (of course), a neck pillow, and a kitty eye mask.

"Oh wait there's something else."

You dig in and pull out a bracelet. But not just any bracelet. A very limited edition one. It was official merch for one of your favorite series, but you couldn't afford it at the time when it was released.

"What the heck, how'd you find this? This came out years ago!"

"Lots of online searching, and thanks to Levi and Asmo we found a somewhat reasonable price to all pitch in for."

You put the bracelet on. 

“And in such a short time too…Im.never taking this off!” 

You grin. “Well…now I gotta hug you all!”

Before he responds you're crushing Satan, managing to fluster him. You then pull (a blushing) Levi and then Asmo in for a hug, the latter eagerly returning it. 

“No way ya guys are making me look bad,” Mammon says.

"Get in on the collab next time!" Asmo quips.

“Don't worry Mammon, I'll give you a hug later.”

“What? I didn't say anything about a hug…”

“So you don't want one. Got it.”

“Hold on, wait a second…”

You smirk and shake your head. “Okay help me move my stuff you guys so we have a reason to keep talking.”

-------

"Is Belphie still ignoring me?"

Beel nods. "Sorry MC. I think he just needs more time to process."

The other day after leaving the meeting room the youngest made a beeline for the elevator. He didn't even look your way.

"Ah he wounds me..."

"I'll talk to him. Maybe eating out together would help clear the air?"

“Oo, you, me and Belphie. Let's do it!”

Beel smiles that way you love and you give him a sudden hug. It couldn’t be helped, you had a soft spot for the two youngest brothers.”

“Beel, I’m gonna miss you so much!”

He returns the hug. "Me too. I wish you didn’t have to leave, but what makes you happy is most important."

You pull back to look at his face. “I swear you're way more mature than some of your older brothers.”

-------

As your last day gets closer and closer, the brothers (6 out of 7 at least) accept your impending departure. And along with that came endless gifts. It was like Satan triggered a competition to see who could do better. And it looked like you'd have to spend extra money on moving all this extra stuff that had been dumped on you.

Especially after that shopping spree Asmo took you on.

Start your new life with a new wardrobe MC!

Even Belphie had gotten over his initial shock after your dinner with him and Beel and gifted you several items. 

Please make sure to answer mine and Beel’s messages right away.

Don't worry I won't miss any of you or your brother's texts!

Who's talking about those others?

You chuckle at the memory. Belphie was too much sometimes.

You shake your head and sniffle. 

….Oh god. 

You wouldn't see them in person like this anymore! These moments with them. They would be far and few between once you started your new job.

And for some reason while you're surrounded by half packed boxes in your home, it’s finally hitting you.

Your phone pings and you wipe your eyes.

A text from Lucifer.

That was the last person you expected. He hasn't really been talking to you much outside of work since you gave him your resignation, and even then it was purely professional. It made you feel bad. Like your relationship had regressed.

So you quickly respond.

L: Did you already schedule transportation to the airport?

M: of course 👍 don’t wanna wait last minute

L: Make sure you double check the dates too.

M: lucy are you gonna miss me? :3c

If you didn’t bring it up, he might not say it out right.

L: You're so troublesome.

L: But yes, I will miss you.

L: And I honestly don't understand why you're leaving.

You stare at the messages. How were you supposed to respond to that?

M: i have to. it's what i want to do with my life…

L: Okay. Make sure you're on time tomorrow.

That's it? 

You let out an annoyed sigh.

-----

You're in Lucifer's office first thing in the morning. He looks up with you with a raised eyebrow when you barge in.

You drag a seat directly in front of his desk so he’s forced to look at you. "We are handling this right now. I want to leave here with no loose ends"

"What is there to handle exactly? Youre leaving this job in 3 days to start your new one."

"Lucifer, you're obviously upset at me and I want you to be happy for me....like everyone else."

"I'm not like everyone else."

"Obviously, everyone is different. You're all different. That's not what I meant..."

You take a deep breath, lean forward and rest your arms on his desk. "Be vulnerable with me this one time. I know you're going to miss me but I feel like that's not enough for you to be so cold towards me like this..." 

He’s quiet.

"Please Lucy?"

"...I don't want you to leave. The idea that I won't get to see you easily bothers me."

He looks away

"And I feel like I'm the reason you're leaving."

Oh.

“I'm so sorry, I know sometimes I joke around with your brothers but Lucifer it's not actually you. Work like this has always been stressful for me. It's always been. And I just happened to find where my limit was in this particular job.”

“I love you and all your brothers but my final goal was to always aim for work that would be easier on me mentally in a place where it was enough to sustain me. I just got too used to being here.”

"You handle every situation so calmly though. You're always on top of everything

"Heh my acting skills are just that good! But you're starting to understand I hope?"  

He crosses his arms. “I can’t be happy about you leaving MC.”

Your brows furrow.

“But I suppose I can support you going for what you really want.”

“You know what…I’ll take it!” You rest your head on your arms.

He smirks. “Now get out, I'm busy. We can talk more afterwards.”

[doberbutts]

Would love to hear more about Panic but have no idea what I want to know about him... I guess, what kind of fun facts do you have? Anything that would be surprising to learn about him that you wouldn't assume about him? Absolutely love hearing about OCs🙏🙏

Panic has no real connection to other tieflings. He was raised by human monks at a temple where tieflings were more commonly bandits and similar to the region. He is, however, devoted to his patron and is traveling on his regular pilgrimage when Plot Happens.

Panic is named Panic because that's what visitors to the temple would do when they saw him. He was named something else but discarded it when he decided he liked Panic better. Even I don't know what his previous name was.

Despite being a fairly lawful good character (and the fact that his patron specifically commands *against* this practice), Panic dabbles in recreational substances. Mostly hallucinogens. It is a religious experience with him. In one of his iterations, he bonded with his kobold friend over a love of moon radish. Shenanigans ensued.

His patron is known for commanding followers to pacifism and neutrality, so he does try to avoid fights when possible. His charisma is pretty high and he has a bunch of traits to make him a smooth talker. This is useful for getting out of fights he doesn't really want to be involved in. If talking his way out doesn't work, he also packs a mean right hook and took out 5 goblins in only slightly more turns while the rest of his party kept fucking missing.

Every iteration possible of Panic knows the Draconic language, which enables him to converse with kobolds. My dwarf version of him, no longer named Panic because he has a different backstory, sadly does not. But his friend Rukbah and he share an understanding of Common, so they can still talk to each other.

I'm yet undecided what Panic's sexuality is. Generally all of my characters are played the same way I myself am- gay. But Panic... I don't know that he's actually interested. I've had him shoot his shot a couple times but just for shits and giggles. I AM romancing someone in BG3 with him but I'm deciding how in character of a choice that is for him. I think the more I think about it the less urge he really feels for that type of intimacy.

Despite the appearance of being open and friendly, he's actually quite guarded when it comes to personal matters. He's one of those people who you could know as an incredibly lovely, helpful, kind individual... until you think really hard about how much you actually know about him, and at that point you realize that he has offered very little about himself over the years. Again, lawful good, so there's nothing malicious behind it. He is simply very private without seeming to be so right away.

[waidwn]

Formal, bling, and change for Kimi pls!

thanks for the ask! sorry this took a while, i reblogged the ask game and then proceeded to fall asleep on the couch and couldn't get to answering until now. and then i accidentally ended up writing a whole essay about kimi's hair so it took even longer lmao

due to this being long i'm putting this under a read more

formal: What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

I think a lot of the events they end up going to where they'd wear formal clothing are Alliance events, so a lot of the time it's just dress blues. But for civilian things where they wouldn't want to wear a uniform, I could see them going for a dress pants, dress shirt, waistcoat, tie situation (and probably a jacket they often ditch in favor of rolling up their sleeves because it looks nice and lets them show off their tattoos a bit) like in the picture below.

I imagine they probably have a fairly neutral colored set for the pants, waistcoat and jacket (probably black, maybe also a gray or white set or something if they have more than one) and then tend to have brighter colors and patterns on the shirt and maybe the tie if something like that wouldn't feel inappropriate for the event. Not that they wouldn't like to do somethink more colorful and/or patterned for the rest of the outfit, but I can't see them wanting to spend money for a lot of different ones, and they like having their own so it fits them well, so they prefer to wear their own rather than renting or borrowing.

I also have it in my head that they've also explored asari fashion a bit, so they might have some kind of asari formal clothing, but I haven't actually thought about what that might look like.

bling: What jewelry does your OC wear? Does it have any meaning?

After they and Kaidan get married, their wedding ring definitely. But aside from that? I imagine they probably own a few necklaces and bracelets and rings and such, but as far as I currently know they don't currently have any with particular meaning to them and they don't wear them very often.

I have stated that they don't have any ear of facial piercings because they've seen what can happen with those in a fight or if they get caught on something and they would prefer to avoid that. I have considered the idea of giving them nipple piercings but I have not decided on that.

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

They have a bunch of tattoos, some of which have specific meanings, and other that they just have because they thought they'd look nice. And a few to cover up some tattoos they got for the Reds.

The appearance change that I've thought most about the reasons for is probably Kimi's hair though, so I'll just go through my thoughts on that I guess.

As a kid they pretty much just kept it short, especially after they run away from the orphanage and are living on the street, mostly to avoid getting it grabbed in a fight, but also because it's easier to deal with than long hair that can get tangled or even matted in that situation. They're probably mostly cutting it themself at this point, sometimes without a mirror, so I imagine it often ends up being somewhat messy.

Then they enlist and get a biotic implant, and because they have a lot of internalized issues to work through in regards to being a biotic, as well as some negative experiences with people knowing they're a biotic, they end up growing their hair longer in part so they can hide the amp port. They experiment with different hairstyles a bit, as well as with dyeing their hair various colors, because for basically the first time in their life they have the opportunity to do that.

When Akuze happens, they have long-ish hair they often keep in a braid. While they have made progress with their feelings towards their biotics, they're still not quite something they fully accept as part of themself. Due to some stuff that happens on Akuze, they end up both becoming very aware that they are very powerful, as far as human biotics go (which they haven't really faced yet, because their hangups about the biotics end up kind of interfering with them using them to their full extent), and acquire some guilt based on the idea that maybe if they had been more able to use their full extent they might have saved someone else, both of which in their own ways end up pushing them to get over their hangups about the biotics.

Some acid ends up burning through their helmet and damaging their hair (and leaving some scars on their neck too), so they end up with a forced hairstyle change. They decide to just cut it really short because they need to cut a lot of length of anyway and short hair will be easier to care for while they don't have full use of one of their arms due to injuries. But even though they didn't have long hair by this point just to hide the amp port, and even though even before Akuze but definitely after it they were getting to a point where they didn't really feel the need to hide it as much anymore, they find that actively not hiding it is kind of liberating and don't particularly want to go back to a longer hairstyle that would hide it (even if that's not the purpose).

They probably have a couple different hairstyles in the years between Akuze and ME1, all of them keeping to a theme of keeping at least the back of their head short as a deliberate way of not hiding the amp. In ME1 I imagine them having a hairstyle like in the art below (done by my friend @monowires. I love this sketch of Kimi so much <3).

[ellrond]

Of Celebrian

Having a lifetime love of Elrond means that, of course, I have a keen interest in the characters around him. Perhaps the easiest character to love, simply because of the lack of textual evidence of her and so as a reader your imagination can go wild, is Celebrian. 

I have gathered all mentions of her in Tolkien’s works and they will all be undercut, with any additional information, in the hope that it will be a resource for all fans of Elrond, Celebrian, or any other character that she may have come into contact with. Please reblog if you have found it helpful, and let me know if you would like further posts like this for other characters. 

This should be all you ever need to know about her all in one place! 

If you have found any errors please message me. If there is any missing information please message me. 

Lineage: 

Celebrian is the daughter of Galadriel who is the daughter of Earwen and Finarfin (daugher of Olwe and son of Finwe), and of Celeborn the grandson of Elmo (brother to Thingol). 

Through her parents she is of the Sindar, (1/2) the Noldor (1/8), the Vanyar (1/8) and the Teleri (1/4). Her extended family includes the kings of the above races. She is the great granddaughter of the first High King of the Noldor (Finwe) and the granddaughter of the remaining High King in Valinor (Finarfin). Thingol King of Doriath is her great-great uncle. 

Name and appearance:

Her name means ‘Silver’ [Celeb] ‘Queen’ [Rian] in Sindarin. 

No physical description of her is given. Her mother id described as taller than all other female elves in the Silmarillion, and in the Fellowship of the Ring her father is described as the same height. 

In the Silmarillion Galadriel’s hair is described as having silver and gold tones almost like the Light of the Two Trees (leading to Feanor asking for strands of it) and in the Fellowship, Celeborn’s is described as silver. 

The Unfinished Tales: The History of Galadriel and Celeborn

The earliest mention (in the timeline of Middle Earth) of Celebrian is found in The Unfinished Tales in the chapter called The History of Galadriel and Celeborn. In part of this telling, Amroth (later King of Lorien) is the son of Galadriel and Celeborn, however in every other telling (and even later in that chapter) he is written as the son of Amdir and is of no relation to the House of Thingol. It is also mentioned in this telling that Celeborn was actually a Telerian prince and Galadriel’s first cousin. However Christopher Tolkien points out that this contracdicts the telling of Celeborn found in the Silmarillion and the Lord of the Rings. This telling (where we find the rather comical Quenya name of Teleporno) is discounted by most because it is in direct contrast to the above publications. Christopher Tolkien points out in the text that JRR Tolkien revised this telling of Galadriel and Celeborn in the last months of his life. 

In this text it states that Galadriel and Celeborn were pushed out of power in Eregion by Sauron (under the disguise of Annatar who was working closely with the powerful master smiths known as the Mirdain) between 1350-1400 Second age.

“Galadriel thereupon left Eregion and passed through Khazad-dum to Lorinand, taking with her Amroth and Celebrian; but Celeborn would not enter the mansions of the Dwarves and he remained behind in Eregion, disregarded by Celebrimbor. In Lorinand Galadriel took up rule and defence against Sauron.”

There’s a lot to unpack here, mostly regarding Celeborn. If we accept Celeborn as the kinsman of Thingol, the anti-dwarf sentiment has more context due to the role some dwarves from Nogrod played in the death of Thingol and the fall of Doriath. That’s a very long story that is described in the Silmarillion but you can get the gist of it on the Tolkien Gateway page of Doriath. Celeborn didn’t like dwarves (we see this very clearly in Fellowship as well) but Galadriel was a friend of those in Moria at this time. 

The next we hear of Celebrian is in around 1800 Second Age by which time Sauron has control of Eriador save for the stronghold of Imladris on the western face of the Misty Mountains. This place was founded by Elrond, Gil Galad’s friend and herald. Gil Galad is cited in the Silmarillion as the last living son of the House of Finwe in Middle Earth being the son of Fingon, son of Fingolfin. Celeborn may have also played a role in the founding of Rivendell but, as with most things about Celeborn, it is never stated or implied, we can only infer from where he was at any given time what he actually did. 

“The army that was besieging Imladris was caught between Elrond [holding Imladris] and Gil Galad [an army coming from the west], and utterly destroyed. Eriador was cleared of the enemy, but lay largely in ruins. At this time the first Council was held, and it was there determined that an Elvish stronghold in the east of Eriador should be maintained at Imladris rather than in Eregion. At that time also Gil Galad gave Vilya, the Blue Ring [the Ring of Air] to Elrond, and appointed him to be his vice-regent in Eriador [...] In its concluding passage the narrative returns to Galadriel, telling that the sea-longing grew so strong in her that she determined to leave Lorinand and to dwell near the sea. She committed Lorinand to Amroth, and passing again through Moria with Celebrian she came to Imladris. There she found him, and there they dwelt together for a long time; and it was then that Elrond first saw Celebrian, and loved her, though he said nothing of it. It was while Galadriel was in Imladris that the Council referred to above was held. But some time later Galadriel and Celeborn together with Celebrian departed from Imladris and went to the little-inhabited lands between the mouth of Gwathlo and Ethir Anduin. There they dwelt in Belfalas at the place that was afterwards called Dol Amroth; there their son Amroth at times visited them, and their company was swelled by Nandorian elves from Lorinand. It was not until far on in the Third Age, when Amroth was lost and Lorinand was in peril that Galadriel returned there in the year 1981 Third Age.”

The History of Galadriel and Celeborn tells us that Celebrian and Elrond wedded at last in 109 Third Age. 

It also dates the birth of Elladan and Elrohir of 130 Third Age, and of Arwen Undomiel in 241 Third Age. 

The Elessar

The History of Galadriel and Celeborn in the Unfinished Tales also tells us of the Elessar and how it came to be in Arwen’s possession. Two tellings of the Elessar there are and described below. 

The Elessar was first crafted in Gondolin by an elf smith named Enerdhil. He made a green jewel within which the light of the sun was captured when the sun was still young. It was set in the shape of an eagle with outstretched wings. He gave it to Idril the daughter of Turgon the king, and she wore it with delight. IT carried the power of healing and prosperity and she then gave it to Earendil the Mariner her son. He eventually left his home of Sirion and passed into the West. The full story of his life is told in the Silmarillion, and you can get an overview of it here. Earendil is the father of Elrond and Elros. When Olorin (Gandalf) came to Middle Earth in the Third Age, he brought it with him from the West. It is told that Yavanna gave it to him as a sign to those in Middle Earth that the Valar had not forsaken them. He took it to Galadriel who was in Thranduil’s kingdom of Mirkwood at that time and gave it to her for safekeeping. He told her: 

“It is not for you to posses. You shall hand it on when the time comes. For before you grow weary, and at last forsake Middle Earth one shall come who is to receive it, and his name shall be that of the stone; Elessar he shall be called.” 

And so in this telling it passed from Idril to Earendil to Gandalf, and in the Third Age to Galadriel and then to Aragorn who fulfilled the prophecy. In this telling it bypassed Celebrian. 

The second telling agrees that the Elessar was first made by Enerdhil and ended up in Earendil’s possession and thus left Middle Earth. This one, however, states that a second one was created by Celebrimbor in Eregion before he made the Three Rings. Celebrimbor made it for Galadriel as Galadriel was distressed by the swift passing of life in Middle Earth and the decaying of living things so quickly and she wished to prolong life and help it thrive. She wanted a land of her own where life lasted longer and flourished. Celebrimbor told her: 

“You know that I love you, though you turned to Celeborn of the trees and for that love I will do what I can, if haply by my art your grief can be lessened.” 

Celebrimbor knew Enerdhil in the old days and knew of the Elessar, and so set about creating a gem to echo it. He too made a jewel of green and in it captured the light of the sun, so that it emitted light as if the sun was shining through the leaves of the trees. It was set again in the shape of an eagle with outstretched wings. It, like the first, had the power of healing and prolonging good life and Galadriel used it and “all things grew fair” about her. It was the greatest of Celebrimbor’s work, surpassed only by the Three Rings. When he gave to her Nenya one of the Three, Galadriel had no further need for the Elessar and she gave it to Celebrian at that time. This was after Celebrimbor had discovered that Sauron had forged the one ring in 1600 Second Age, and he had travelled to Lorinand [later know as Lothlorien] to seek her council. At this time we know Celebrian was with her, and so it was then that Galadriel was given Nenya and Celebrian was given the Elessar. Celebrian would have had it the first time she arrived in Rivendell. 

In Fellowship we learn that Celebrian passed it onto Arwen at some point, but that it came back to Galadriel’s possession. 

It is worth noting that in The History of Middle Earth we learn that it is customary for the family of the bride to give the groom a jewel prior to a wedding, and so the passing of it to Aragorn by Galadriel is not just fulfilling Gandalf’s prophecy but also a prophecy in itself of the marriage of Arwen and Aragorn. Galadriel gave it in Celebrian’s absence. 

Lord of the Rings

Outside of the appendices Celebrian is rarely mentioned. 

“Long had [Arwen] been in the land of her mother’s kin, in Lorien beyond the mountains.” - Many Meetings, Fellowship of the Ring

“Elladan and Elrohir were out upon errantry; for they rode often far afield with the Rangers of the North, never forgetting their mother’s torment in the den of the orcs.” - Many Meetings, Fellowship of the Ring

“Then [Galadriel] lifted from her lap a great stone of clear green, set in a silver brooch that was wrought in the likeness of an eagle with outspread wings; and as she held it up the gem flashed like the sun shining through the leaves of spring. ‘This stone I gave to Celebrian my daughter, and she to hers; and now it comes to you as a token of hope. In this hour take the name that was foretold for you, Elessar, the Elfstone of the House of Elendil!’” - Farewell to Lorien, Fellowship of the Ring

The appendices list Celebrian’s capture of orcs as 2509 Third Age at the Redhorn Pass on the southern side of Caradhras in the Misty Mountains (this is the pass that the Fellowship attempted to take to cross the mountains). She was journeying to visit her parents in Lorien who were at this time formally Lord and Lady of Lothlorien after the disappearance of Amroth. Her company was scattered and she was given a poisoned wound. In the orcs’ captivity she suffered ‘torment’ and was saved by her twin sons Elladan and Elrohir, and they brought her back to Imladris. There, Elrond healed her in body but she lost ‘all delight’ in Middle Earth and sailed West a year later in 2510 Third Age (cited in Lord of the Rings and Unfinished Tales). 

The History of Middle Earth

In early notes by Tolkien the marriage of Elrond and Celebrian was 2500 Third Age by which time her mother is described as Galadriel of Lorien. Tolkien originally planned to have Celebrian travel to Lothlorien in 2600 Third Age when she was actually killed, a mere hundred years after her marriage to Elrond. This timeline was quickly altered and in all other publications the marriage takes place much earlier and Celebrian is not killed. 

Another passage dates their wedding as 2300 Third Age, during the Watchful Peace:

“Elrond, who had remained unwed through all his long years, now took to wife Celebrian, daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn of Lorien. His children were twin brethren, Elladan and Elrohir, and Arwen Undomiel, the fairest of all maidens of the Third Age, in whom the likeness of Luthien her foremother returned to Middle Earth. These children were three parts of Elven-race, but the doom spoken at their birth was that they should live even as the Elves so long as their father remained in Middle Earth, but if he departed they should have then the choice either to pass over the sea with him, or to become mortal, if they remained behind.” 

Other mentions include Elrond saving Celebrian: 

“Celebrian, wife of Elrond, journeys to Lorien to visit Galadriel her mother; but she is taken by orcs in the passes of the mountains. She is rescued by Elrond and his sons, but after fear and torment she is no longer willing to remain in Middle Earth, and she departs to the Grey Havens and sails over the Sea in 2509 Third Age.” 

Of the twins:

“From that time forth, [Elladan and Elrohir] never cease from war with the orcs because of Celebrian.”

“Now the sons of Elrond did not hunt wild beasts, but they pursued the Orcs wherever they might find them, and this they did because of Celebrian their mother.”

Of Elrond sailing: 

“For after the destruction of the Ruling Ring the Three Rings of the Eldar lost their virtue. Then Elrond prepared at last to depart from Middle Earth and follow Celebrian.”

“For when the Great Ring was unmade the Three Rings of the Elves failed also, and Elrond was weary of Middle Earth at last and departed seeking Celebrian.” 

Letters

In Letter 345 dated 30 November 1972 to a ‘Mrs Thurston’, Tolkien confirms that Celebrian means ‘Silver Queen’. 

Other major works

Celebrian is not mentioned in any of the other major or minor works, including The Hobbit or The Silmarillion.

Of the Fates of her family 

Regarding the fates of her family, we know some answers and some we do not. Elrond and Galadriel sailed along with the other Ring-Bearers in 3021 Third Age and it was this that marked the end of the Third Age. Arwen we know chose mortality and lived out her days as Queen of Elves and Men, Queen of Gondor once the War of the Ring had been won. She had two daughters and one son, Eldarion (meaning Son of Elves) who became king after Arwen died. After the death of Aragorn, Arwen went to live out the last year of her life in Lothlorien. 

There, we do not know if she saw her brothers and maternal grandfather, as their fates are unknown. After the War, Celeborn expanded territory into Mirkwood and established East Lorien, coming to an agreement with Thranduil, but he grew weary without Galadriel and he retired at last to Rivendell where his grandsons still dwelt. Celeborn did not take the White Ship with Galadriel and Elrond and in the Fellowship of the Ring but he did sail eventually with Cirdan on the last ship to Valinor, and they were the last of the high elves to sail in the Fourth Age. There is no mention of Elladan and Elrohir or their fates. 

Given what is said about the fate of the children of Elrond and the choice they had to make, it may be that the twins chose mortality as they did not sail with the father or grandfather. However, their departure may have just been unremarked upon given their minor character status. Their fates remain open-ended. 

[shiny-jr]

you’re my favorite (I)

Warning: Probably a pinch of yandere in this post but nothing extreme. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond, Trey Clover, Riddle Rosehearts.

Summary: What happens if you are one of the character’s favorite fictional character of all time? The students of night raven college are but fictional characters, but in their eyes you are only a character of someone else’s figment of imagination. However, they can’t help but adore you either way. So imagine their surprise when the infamous magicless student they meet one day, turns out to be a carbon copy of the character they love so much. 

Note: This post will only contain students from Heartslabyul. If I see this does well and I get inspiration, or I just get bored of writing for my original ideas, I’ll come back and write more parts. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! 

HEARTSLABYUL 

Ace Trappola 

When he was a child, Ace would often sneak into his older brother’s bedroom, bypassing the do not enter signs plastered on the door, in search of the stash of goodies. The young redhead knew his sibling hid candies, snacks, and comic books. Ace was a clever little mischievous kid, so he could often guess where the treasures were hidden and manage to get his grubby little hands on them. Among the usual goodies he found, were comics, one of which became his favorite. Yeah, he liked the superheroes in comics, but this one was different and entertained him as a child, yet he had no idea as to why. 

It was a comic book about a normal person who found a magic fire-breathing cat that led them on a quest. It was the one comic Ace refused to give back, so he kept the book hidden in his pillow case. He read the comic front to back, over dozens of times, and he never ever got the urge to throw it away. He couldn’t pinpoint while he liked it so much. Maybe he thought the cat was funny, or the main character was stupidly endearing. As a child, he drew the main character multiple times and his mom even bought him a t-shirt of the character (although he won’t admit it). Even as he grew older, he kept the comic. Overtime it had gotten old, victim to time, as it’s cover of the main character and cat no longer shined like brand new, there were bent pages, and one corner was torn. Yet, whenever he got bored, or needed a good smile and laugh, he opened the comic book and read about his favorite character and their cat. 

Now, can you imagine his shock when he was sitting at the orientation ceremony and it’s interrupted by a fire-breathing cat and an average-looking person brought in by the Headmaster? His eyes widened as he immediately recognized the gray fur and blue flames of the trouble-making cat, and the feline’s owner looking at the magic mirror with eyes of wonder. Immediately the drawn image of the cat and the person came to mind as he watched these two cause havoc (well, it was mostly the cat but the person didn’t do much to help). The character he had obsessed over as a child, it was like they were right in front of him. He had to speak to them–– 

Deuce Spade 

In his youth, Deuce had a few troubles. Sure, as a younger child he was pretty innocent, but as he entered his teen years and began to hang out with the wrong type of people, he became more of a problem. The one thing that could keep him fairly calm, was an old movie he had on DVD. He discovered the film when he was a child, watching television with his mother. It was a live-action movie of racers, something that led him to his interest in magic wheels. However, racing wasn’t the only thing he liked about the movie. There was a side character he really adored, the child of one of the racers who had a gray pet cat. 

The movie was about the gang of racers competing in street races and eventually making it to official races. Yes, he loved the movie, but he wished he saw more of that side character with the cat more than just two or three scenes. Whenever he was angry about something, he would play the movie. Sometimes his own mother would play the movie in the living room, in hopes that maybe her rebellious son would calm down and join her in enjoying the film he loved. You can bet that when he heard news of a sequel, he was one of the first in line to grab a ticket. When the same actor returned to portray his favorite character, now older as well, in not two but five scenes, he was elated! Whenever the character he adored appeared on the big screen, he broke out into the biggest grin. Of course he looked up the actor, but they were vain and haughty nothing like the caring and supportive character they portrayed. 

Imagine his shock when on his first day at school, he saw his redhead classmate run by, being chased by a familiar gray cat and an even more familiar person. He was so starstruck that he nearly let the redhead get away! But when things finally calmed down, his jaw dropped as he got a closer look at the person arguing with the redhead. They looked exactly like them, they acted exactly like them, they even sounded like them! Realizing his mouth was actually open in shock, he instantly closed it before opening it again to speak to them–– Oh, the cat ran off? Well, he’ll help and just save the introductions for later!

Cater Diamond 

Ah, yes, his two older sisters that forced him to do many things he didn’t like. For example, whenever it was movie night, they would always choose the movies because two would out vote one. To be honest, movies about magical princesses who could sing and befriend wild animals weren’t really his thing. However, there was one movie his sisters often picked that he enjoyed. It was about a magicless person going on an adventure with a fire-breathing cat. Heck, even his mom planned his seventh birthday party to be themed off the main character from that movie he loved! 

He won’t lie, that character was his first fictional crush when he was little. Action figures, plushies, shirts, blankets, posters, lunch boxes, he had it all, a whole collection. When he got his first phone, he had them set as his wallpaper, he had a charm of them, and even his phone case was modeled after their appearance. Eventually, as he got older, his obsession did settle down and he outgrew almost all the merchandise, but he does remember every little fact he learned about them. A lot of the time he’ll sit down and rewatch the movie, getting the feeling of nostalgic happiness as he does so. In his dorm room he does have one of their plushies and one figurine still, displayed to see everyday. Even on some of his many alternate accounts where he remains largely anonymous, he has some fan art of them cropped as his profile picture. He’s not focused so much on the cat, but rather on the main character themself. He always thought they were so sweet and adorable and clumsy! 

Cater heard the rumors of a magicless student wandering campus, but he didn’t get a good look at them during the chaos at the orientation ceremony. While painting the roses, he noticed students walking by, freshmen by the looks of it. And among them was a funny-looking cat with someone that nearly made him spill red paint all over the grass. To say he was starstruck, would be an understatement, he was absolutely stunned. It felt so unreal, how were they a real person? They looked just like the fictional character from the movie, the similarities were crazy! Tempted to drop everything and rush over like a fan meeting a celebrity, he refrained. It’s alright, it’s okay, just play it cool. Don’t wanna scare them off, right~? Right!

Trey Clover 

Every Saturday, after helping out at the bakery, there was a new episode for this cartoon show that would play on television. When he didn’t finish helping on time, he would simply switch on the tv in the corner of the room, watching the series as he worked to complete his chores. Every week, he made sure to never miss an episode, whether he be watching it alone, while working, or with Che’nya. The show wasn’t even entirely unique or action-packed, it was fairly simple but still enjoyable.

The show was an animated series with only three seasons, surrounding an average person and their pet cat. The conflict? It varied each episode. Each episode had its own lesson to teach. The story remained in a modern setting, a student in a school with friends and classmates, yet it remained interesting. It went on for about three or four years, before being denied anymore seasons. Yes, he was disappointed at the news that there would be no more new episodes, but he couldn’t do anything about it. As a child, Trey would rewatch the episodes aired on replay, finding himself admiring the main character. They were normal, they didn’t stand out in any particular way, it was something he could relate to. Yet, whatever trouble they got into, they always managed to find a way out and come up with a solution. He admired them for that.

Of course he grew up, but the character and series always held a spot dear to him. When Cater began to describe the magicless human they saw, he shook it off as mere coincidence. The details he gave made it seem like this new student was exactly like his favorite character from the show he watched as a kid, even the name was similar, but that couldn’t be. It was ridiculous. So when he saw them sitting in the cafeteria with two freshmen and a gray cat, he froze. When Cater suggested the idea of joining them and the extrovert went forward to butt into their conversation, Trey wasted no time in smiling welcomingly and asking to take the seat beside them before anyone else could take it.

Riddle Rosehearts 

For his entire childhood, the content Riddle had access to were all limited and restricted. Story books for kids? Practically non-existent. Comic books? Ridiculous! Those weren’t real books. Fiction chapter books? What a waste of time! The only books approved were textbooks, and big ones. Which is why when Che’nya and Trey first introduced a fiction series they were reading, Riddle was apprehensive. What was the point of it? There was nothing to learn! No equations, no magic spells, no history, it was pure fiction written for children! Which is exactly what a young isolated boy might have needed. 

The fiction chapter book was about a normal student doing silly shenanigans with a talking cat, all the while balancing school-life. It was a simple book, nothing extraordinary, but perhaps that’s what caused Riddle to become attached to the main character and their story. The main character was normal. They had friends, they could drink and eat what they wanted when they wanted, they could go outside and play, they could spend their day doing something other than study for hours on end. It was all things Riddle couldn’t do, they were things Riddle longed to do as a child. Perhaps that’s why he found comfort in the book, and it was a temporary relief from stuffing his mind to the brim with knowledge and facts. Trey and Che’nya gave him the three books of the series, before Riddle was found out. When he was banned from seeing his two friends, he found comfort in the books he was given, he found comfort in the main character especially. 

During the orientation ceremony and lunch, he paid no mind to the magicless student hanging around the two troublesome freshmen. However, the sight of the cat when he was capturing it, did make him recall the stories he used to read in his youth. When he finally took notice of the magicless student attending the Unbirthday Party, he nearly choked on his tea. A gray cat and an average student... Just like the stories he used to read. But such a thing was ridiculous! How could they be real if they were just made from someone’s imagination? Still, seeing the main character, brought him an unexplainable feeling of momentary peace. He would confront them, and figure out whether they were the real thing or not.

[starlitangels]

Baby Names

So... I’m not gonna lie, this one was actually a bit difficult for me to write. At least the introduction. Because I really wanted to keep Angel gender-neutral... so I had a hard time figuring out how to keep it general that Angel and Davey were... acquiring(??? for desperate want of a better term) a child (pregnant? Surrogacy? Adoption? I don’t know. That’s up to the reader’s preference, I suppose. That made this difficult). That said, this is prompt number 2 from @welcometohelllosers’ ask, and it was also fun. Regarding Angel and Davey finding out they were gonna have a boy and coming up with naming him Gabriel. I expanded just a little because Natalie in the back of my mind was demanding to be included 1.4k words (short but sweet)

—

“So, I got the results back today,” I said as Davey sat down with me at the dining table.

He perked up, the exhaustion from the day vanishing. “And?” He scrunched his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes. “You’re not going to make me throw a gender reveal party, are you?”

I snorted. “Nah. We’ll do what we’ve always done with news. Update the pack Facebook group for the older members, and the Discord for the younger ones.”

Davey chewed the inside of his cheek. “So?”

I smiled and held up the envelope. “Thought we could open it together.”

He picked up his dinner knife, that he hadn’t touched yet, and held a hand out. I passed it to him, letting him slice open the top fold quickly. We were both holding our breath. “Ready?” he asked.

I nodded.

We pulled out the letter, unfolding it together.

“‘Dear Shaws,’” Davey read aloud. “‘We are pleased to inform you that your child is going to be—a boy.’” My hand raised to my open mouth. Davey and I met each other’s gazes. Our eyes were misty. We both smiled through our gasps at the same time.

“We’re having a boy,” I whispered. “A little boy!”

Davey nodded. “Well... I guess... now that we know... we can start actually brainstorming names. I know we were planning on waiting until we got the results.”

I nodded again. “We’ll think about it,” I agreed. “Now let’s eat before the food gets cold. I’m starving.”

“Same.”

We were both so excited I was fairly certain we’d lost a fair portion of our appetites. But that was okay. It was worth it to find out we were going to be having a baby boy.

—

Ping!

Facebook: David Shaw made a new post in Shaw Pack Private Group “Good evening, everyone. My mate and I are happy to share the news with you all. We got the results today. We’re going to have a boy. Thank you for your time and all of your well wishes. We appreciate all of you.”

Ba-ding!

Discord: DavidShaw01 in Pack Server “Hey everyond. If you didn’t already see the Facebook group post, my mate and I found out we’re having a boy. We wanted to let you know. We love and appreciate all of you. Thank you for all your support.”

—

“Elliott?” I suggested, looking over the top of my Switch screen at Davey.

He made a face. “No... what about James?”

“I’ve known too many people named James,” I said.

“Hmph,” Davey grunted. “Logan?”

“He does not need to be bullied about Wolverine for the rest of his life as a wolf shifter,” I returned. “Bryan?”

“No. Doesn’t fit. Aaron?”

“No. That was my old boss’ name at my first job,” I said emphatically. “I mean, he was a good guy and all but no.”

“Understood,” Davey said.

“You never realize how many people you can’t stand until you have to name a child,” I muttered.

“That’s turning out to be more and more true.”

We fell back into silence for a while. I kept building a tavern in Minecraft for the village I’d claimed as my base. Davey went back to his paperwork that he’d been looking over.

I knew exactly what I wanted to name our son. I just didn’t know how to broach the subject to my mate.

“Davey?” I asked tentatively. “I know what I want to name our son. I just don’t know if you’ll agree.”

He scrunched his eyebrows and looked over at me. “What do you mean, angel?”

“I want to name him Gabriel,” I said.

His pen went slack in his hand. He stared at me. When my expression didn’t change, his softened. “You’re serious.” It wasn’t framed as a question. It wasn’t one. I nodded.

“Why?” Davey looked gobsmacked as he asked.

I shrugged. “Well... I thought we could honor your dad, and make sure his memory lives on in our family. Plus it’s a cute name and we know that there’s nobody we dislike with that name—quite the opposite in fact—and I figured it would be a good fit for him. And then we could give him your name as a middle name, ‘cause that’s usually a thing ri—mmph!”

My Switch was suddenly on the coffee table and Davey was kissing me. Hard. Hands holding either side of my face. Warm. Callused. Gentle. Solid. Safe. His hands were almost big enough to palm my head like a basketball. Not quite, but almost.

“I think that’s the best name for him,” he breathed. Tears fell from his eyes, sliding into the paths created by our faces being pressed together. “I love you, angel. And I can’t wait to meet our little Gabriel.”

“Me too,” I replied. “And I love you too, Davey.”

—

“I don’t care what Marie says about him looking like me. He’s forty-five-hours-old. He looks like a squished potato,” I said to Davey as we settled Gabriel into his crib. “But he does have the beginnings of your nose.”

“So you’re saying Colm was right?” Davey asked. “He looks more like me?”

Milo’s parents had apparently been in a competition with Asher and his mate (and their five-month-old daughter, Evelyn) on who would leave our house last. When we were getting home and the front of the house was surrounded by cars, we knew the whole pack was waiting inside. And David bemoaned telling Asher where we hid the spare key. “That was supposed to be in case of emergencies,” he’d grumbled. To which I had to remind him that Asher absolutely would declare us bringing our son home an emergency.

And, to be fair, the pack hadn’t stayed long. Just enough that everyone who wanted to got to coo at and hold Gabriel and congratulate us. While Milo and his mate were trying to keep their one-year-old daughter in her half-napping state. 

“No. Colm wasn’t right. He doesn’t look more like you. He’s forty-five-hours-old. He looks like a potato, Davey.”

David chuckled, holding me around the waist, looking down at our son in the crib. “Glad your assessment of our son is so positive,” he said softly.

“Look, it’s not that I don’t think he’s our beautiful boy, it’s just that all newborns look like potatoes. I mean, they were all squished up in the womb for nine months, of course they’re gonna be a little pinched.”

That earned me an amused smile. “I guess... that’s... fair,” he said. He held me closer to his side, looking down at our baby boy. “I’m... glad... we named him Gabriel. I think it suits him.”

I smiled. “Me too.”

—

One Year Later...

“Angel!” Davey called as he came into the house from the garage. I looked up from where I was bouncing Gabriel.

“Hey, Davey,” I greeted. “What’s up?”

He held up something white in his hand. “Got the mail.” He smiled. “Results are back. I thought you could read it this time.”

I gasped lightly and went over to him, still holding Gabriel on my hip. Davey held out his hands for our son. We swapped who was holding what. I tore the envelope open and unfolded it.

“‘Dear Shaw Family,’” I read aloud, holding the paper a little closer to my face so Davey couldn’t read ahead of me. “‘We’ve received the results of the blood test and are happy to inform you that your child will be... a girl!’” I beamed up at Davey. “A baby girl, Davey! We’re having a little girl!”

David let a tear slip out of his eye. “What are we gonna call her?”

“Well, Gabriel was my idea. What do you think we should call our baby girl?”

Davey pressed a kiss to my forehead, and then to Gabriel’s hair. He’d been born with dark hair, and the older he got, it got lighter. It was almost as blond as Davey’s had been in the childhood pictures he’d shown me. If Gabriel was anything like his dad, his hair would get darker as he grew up, like Davey’s did. Gabriel already had David’s green eyes.

“I was thinking we could call her Natalie. Sweet name for a sweet girl.”

“Natalie Shaw. I like it,” I said with a smile.

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

perfect now - a close reading

only pure and true love for this one. it’s soft and sweet because the one he wrote it for is and needs cheesy uncool romcom soundtrack-worthy affirmations and it’s the most wonderful thing oh my the flurries 

some album booklet art for your viewing pleasure

((just a warning for below: while the lyric analysis was kept fairly neutral and close to the words and their meaning, more and more parallels did ensure me larrying out by the time the analysis kicked off so if you’re not into that, you can skip this one!))

⟼ check out @bluewinnerangel​ ‘s magnificent post with all the parallels to 1d/h&l bc it’s exhaustive and was a source for mine <3 thank you again for your service <3 bc this song really is a fanpiece of every song that has been important to them throughout their career so far, whether they wrote it or not, and it’s honestly kinda impressive

SUMMARY

you’re sad and i love you so much i will do anything to make that undone but while you’re sad know that i sill very much love you and you’re also strong enough to conquer all of this on your own but i’ll be by your side anyway

lyric breakdown ft. the many parallels, incl. little things, through the dark and wmyb

what this says about louis, his partner and the relationship he is in

never gonna dance again frenzy

identity 

louis is a marvellous majestic sonofabitch basically <3

walls, track 10

～ little things “you still have to squeeze into your jeans, but you’re perfect to me”

You don’t feel pretty and it’s hard to miss

You don’t feel pretty and it’s hard to miss

later lyric: “like a neon sign” - i see through you trying to hide away your insecurities

I wish that you could see my point of view As someone staring back at you

“you” is also staring at him, but perhaps is too insecure to realise how mutual the adoration is

i wish i could get you out of your own negative spiral and give you a look at yourself from my perspective

～ wmyb “everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you” 

～ wmyb “right now i’m looking at you and i can’t believe you don’t know you’re beautiful”

～ little things “you never love yourself half as much as I love you, and you’ll never treat yourself right darling but I want you to. If I let you know, I’m here for you, maybe you’ll love yourself like I love you”

On Friday night when we’re all out I turn to you and you’re looking down And you don’t wanna dance I know you love to dance You never stop given half the chance

heavy echoes of kmm again, but the opposite: the “nightmare on the dance floor” doesn’t want to dance

when “you” is confident rlly not being subtle with who i think that is, they love to dance <-> tpwk “feeling good in my skin, i just keep on dancing”

“i know you love to dance” = i know what you love bc i love you

“given half the chance” 

～ tpwk “giving/given second chances”

given a chance tattoo, making another appearance (see below for more tattoo meltdowns)

Just keep your head up, love, keep your head up

term of endearment <3 

～ dlibyh

this album is full of encouragement to keep going and as much as it gives me life it ruins me 

Don’t hide away, don’t ever change

“be happy, proud”

～ “just hold on”

“pick someone who’s supportive”

Keep your head up, love, keep your head up Don’t look away, don’t look away

don’t look away from me

～ through the dark “and I can see your head is held in shame”

Cause everybody’s looking at you now, my, oh my

they have the stage to themselves / new career paths they’re doing on their own

could also mean ppl they’re going out with are looking at them, which “you” interprets as sth negative, which makes them self-conscious, while they’re actually admiring them bc they steal the scene

～ wmyb “you’re turning heads when you walk through the door”

I guess some queens don’t need a crown And I know why Even when your tears are falling down Still, somehow, you’re perfect now

“you” is royalty to louis, to put it simply 

they don’t need something on their head to make it known to everyone else - they’re a queen and everyone knows it

gendered: female - also used in drag contexts - the only time L has used any gendered word to identify his partner on the entire album (more on this below)

～ steal my girl "she's been my queen since we were sixteen" can't believe i forgot this one thank you @mortalenemiestolovers for reminding me!!!

～ falling

～ through the dark “you tell me that your tears are here to stay”

You never do, but if you asked me to I’ll tell the truth lying next to you

“you” never asks for affirmations directly, but by saying shit like their pants are too tight make it clear enough to L that they do need to hear once in a while that it’s not true

Cause you’re the only one when it’s said and done You make me feel like being someone 

Good to you even at your worst

～ always you

i love you so much you are a force of life to me, and even when you hate me i want more

～ drag me down “If I didn’t have you there would be nothing left, the shell of a man who could never be his best. If I didn’t have you, I’d never see the sun. You taught me how to be someone” (sung by louis first, harry second) 

～ through the dark “even if you scream and shout, it’ll come back to you and I’ll be here for you

You steal the scene and it’s unrehearsed

reference to working on a stage - their natural presence wins everyone over - that charisma is never manufactured

Don’t you wanna dance? Just a little dance I’ll never stop given half the chance

L keeps encouraging them, will also not pass by any chance to dance with them

Every insecurity, like a neon sign, as bright as day If you knew what you were to me You would never try to hide away

“it’s hard to miss”

L sees through them trying to hide their insecurities, pretend to be strong

～ through the dark “but I know you were only hiding”

SYNTHESIS

Perfect Now is not a fan favorite and I am so not here for that discourse, so please do not pester me with negativity about this chocolate drop of a song. 

As others have pointed out, the parallels with other songs written by Louis, Harry or for One Direction are extremely present. Especially Little Things is echoed loudly, but there’s so much more to be read, as you’ve seen. These are songs that are clearly near and dear to Louis, bc he wrote them or bc performing them was special, like with Little Things and What Makes You Beautiful. A lot of the same emotions come back in Louis’s writing, so much so that you can’t help but see the larger story behind it all. Throughout Walls you can hear him singing about not giving up and holding your head high despite hardships, and if you look back at his earlier writing, it’s always been there. Through the Dark is an early and striking example of this style of Louis song: you’re sad and i love you so much i will do anything to make that undone but while you’re sad know that i sill very much love you and you’re also strong enough to conquer all of this on your own but i’ll be by your side anyway 

basically through the dark’s chorus:

Oh, I will carry you over Fire and water for your love And I will hold you closer Hope your heart is strong enough When the night is coming down on you We will find a way Through the dark

It is very clear that Louis is faced with a partner - I can freely say it’s Harry now right? are the antis gone by now? i think so - that struggles with his body, with his identity, with how he wants to present himself vs how opinions on that might push him down and dampen his spirit. Louis, always the supportive boyfriend, then tries his best to make him see the light, while keeping that space for his sadness, his struggles, or their joint struggles. Accept the sadness but don’t lose your heart to it.

I’ve linked @bluewinnerangel​ ‘s post at the start of this post, but I need to stress how good it is once more as I also shamelessly insert a screenshot from it here bc it makes me feel a lot and summarizes perfectly just how deeply Perfect Now is woven into the history of their lives, relationship and especially “you”s/Harry’s personal struggle with their identity/body/confidence...

Because yes, i absolutely think these tattoos are being echoed in the song. “Never gonna dance again” as a lyric and then as a tattoo on Harry’s legs like shackles around his ankles represents the sensation of shame, of being stuck, bc of your desires, bc of your sexuality. Obviously we can never know why Harry got the tattoo, as in what experience pushed him to choose those lyrics or what exactly he recognizes in himself, but it’s safe to say it’s about the struggles of being queer and navigating relationships with that identity and with others.

Most importantly, the sense of shamelessly dancing, dancing like no one’s watching, dancing together with your lover, as a celebration of self, life, love, is the key here. Harry got that tattoo ages ago, at a time when he undoubtedly felt way more stuck. When he couldn’t dance freely the way he wanted to and with whom he wanted to. Perfect Now is a reminder to him, an encouragement to still dance if he wants to, no matter what people say or think. Significantly, then, Harry’s own Treat People With Kindness heavily features that same sentiment, but in an extremely positive light: i have found a place (in life and in myself) where i feel like i have given and was given second chances and now i dance bc i finally feel good in my skin.

Louis has obviously been there from the start, or at least from when or before Harry properly started experimenting with/questioning how he likes to present and how he identifies as. Before he ever dared to consider pulling on a pair of women’s skinny jeans, never mind a ball gown. Louis has seen him limit himself as well as being limited by others ofc and has always seemed to have been there, with a secure hand on Harry’s back, to encourage him. Even at a time when boys wearing nail polish or skirts was unthinkable. Just remember how much encouragement Harry needed when growing out his hair; Louis literally joined him. yes this might make me cry okay i need to stop bc i’m going off track and this is just becoming a larry breakdown while i was trying to hype up this beautiful song. 

What I’m trying to say is: Louis has always seen all of Harry. He’s always had his back, no matter what. He’s loved every part of him. And now, on a completely gender neutral album, in the sweetest, softest song off of the entire thing, Louis puts in the word “queen”, and that is so very deliberate it makes me want to scream. It’s Louis confirming his love again and again while affirming the multitudes contained by Harry, including everything involving his gender journey. brb crying

It’s a raw Louis, an honest, sweet, kind, loving partner, and both of them are fucking lucky to have each other, and I also wish that all of us end up in a caring and wholesome relationship like that. I truly do.

[baejax-the-great]

snippet sunday

From my modern patrochilles AU (and eiial prequel) Gold

~

Reporters descend on him.

Patroclus hadn’t realized that Phoenix had banned them until his races were done for the day, but now that he’s proven to the world that he’s just as fast in Seoul as he is in Greece, they are hungry for his attention. They mob him on the track, and he smiles, still flushed from running, takes his hair down, and answers their questions. Yes, he knows he’s the youngest in this year’s heat for all the races. Yes, it’s an honor for him to be here. The training has been difficult. What he’s gotten to see of Seoul has been very beautiful. Yes, he knows he’s competing in more track and field events than anyone else here, than anyone else in recent history. The schedule is grueling, but he’s optimistic, and even if he doesn’t medal this year, there will always be next time.

Patroclus almost laughs at that last answer. Achilles wants to win. It’s not even a question for him—he’s going to win. But this is charm that he puts on, flashing those green eyes, touching a hand to a wrist, smiling just the right amount. He is youthful athleticism embodied, and he knows it.

Patroclus loves and hates this about him—how he flirts with everyone, how he tosses his hair and tells them what they want to hear. It’s an act, mostly, though he never takes it too far. He doesn’t like misleading people. He spends a minute, maybe two, making them feel like they are the only person in the universe, and then he politely backs away into pleasant neutrality, like a doll that puts himself back on the shelf. Man or woman, young or old, they leave the conversation all smiles, sometimes blushing, and primed to think highly of the earnest, well-spoken young man that has impressed himself upon their memory. “He’s going places,” they say. “A bright future, that one.”

Patroclus would hate it more if he didn’t know how much Achilles disliked it. The attention is a double-edged sword that leaves him contemplative and more tired than the racing did. It’s the kind of thing that people don’t talk about, but Achilles brought it up once, years ago, after a false start that should have gotten him disqualified from a race and an argument among the coaches that ended with him having a second chance at it. “People are nicer to you when you’re pretty,” he’d complained bitterly in the locker room after he won. “Isn’t that messed up? It’s not like it will make them prettier if I like them or… or better. They let me race because they like the look of me. They should treat everyone fairly. But they don’t. I could be terrible, but people are nice to me for no reason.” He blew his golden hair out of his face and then turned a weak smile to Patroclus. “I guess they’re probably nice to you, too.”

They weren’t, but Patroclus didn’t tell him that. Achilles was probably embarrassed for bringing up such an obvious difference between their experiences and wanted to make him feel better, but Patroclus didn’t mind. He wanted his true thoughts about it all.

“Sometimes I want to smear myself in mud before I go out there. Or cut all my hair off or just… I want to know that I’m the best without the rest of it. But I’m… I’m too scared to do that.”

“Timers don’t lie,” Patroclus had said back then. And I’d like you anyway, he’d wanted to say. “And if anything, your hair only slows you down because of the drag.”

Achilles had smiled at that, all those years ago. And he’d kept the hair.

[darling-i-read-it]

Leaving the Baker's

Part 5 (Final Part)

RE7 Rewrite Masterlist

Ethan Winters x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: spoilers for re7, violence, guns, mold, death

Author’s Note: It’s over! I like how this ended up going. I know not a lot of people read it but I hope those who did likes it! Ethan supremacy besties

Summary: The end of the game.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator. Some of these lines are directly from the game so they may sound familiar.

(not my gif)

You carefully floated down through the water, Ethan driving the boat through the obstacles. You sat beside each other sheepishly, Zoe across from you. She looked uncomfortable. She rubbed her arms, nervously looking around.

“You chose me over your wife,” she said to Ethan.

“You knew the way out,” Ethan said slowly. You nodded. That was what you had agreed on. Well you were pretty sure that was what you agreed on. There was no actual chat. You looked over at Ethan who had a fairly neutral look on his face.

“Yeah,” Zoe muttered.

You soon came up on a large ship. Your eyes went wide and you almost stood up to get a better look but you thought better of it. Ethan and Zoe’s gaze followed yours. They looked at the looming ship, wondering how it had gotten all the way out here onto the bayou.

“What is-” Zoe started and then something came out of the water, cutting her head off. You screeched, grabbing Ethan who was already in the process of grabbing you. You shook a bit as her body went limp in front of you.

“What was that?” you whispered but Ethan didn’t even get the chance to register the question because something came up from under the boat, grabbing you both before you could even properly scream.

====

You woke up slowly. You looked up at the boat above you, looming in the dark weather. It had to have been the boat that Mia came on. She had told you about how she was watching a girl named Eveline. That the girl had special properties. You wondered what that was.

You rubbed your head and started to sit up when you saw Mia walking by. How did she get here? You knelt behind some of the wreckage, watching as she passed you. She stopped a few feet away and knelt down.

“Ethan?” she said. You peeked over the edge and saw him on the ground. You wanted to go to him but you wouldn’t risk a fight with her mad. You gasped as the dark mold came out and grabbed onto him, engulfing him whole and dragged him away. You reached out, wishing you had done something to stop it. Mia did the same thing, reaching for him but he was gone. You leaned back a bit and took a deep breath.

You had to get him before she did. You weren’t sure how that was going to happen but it was going to happen.

====

You entered the boat a couple of minutes after her. You still had your guns and weapons on you so you held them close as you made your way through the boat. Now that you were alone it was a little more daunting. You had been able to crack jokes with Ethan this whole time, have someone to back you up but now you were completely on your own.

The ship was dark. You kept checking the corner for more of the mold monsters and Mia. Every once in a while you could hear her walking around, her voice in the distance. You were right on her tail when she got to Ethan.

You raised your gun to her as she approached Ethan.

“Don’t fucking touch him,” you muttered. She whipped around, face sunken.

“You don’t understand,” she said.

“No you don’t understand. We came here to save your ass Mia and now you’ve gone and gotten us both in trouble. Step aside. Ethan and I are leaving.”

“He won’t leave without me.”

“Oh?” You jabbed your gun at her. “Let’s find out.”

Suddenly a little girl materialized beside her. Your eyes went wide and your aim went to the child. Eveline.

“Don’t hurt him,” Mia pleaded.

“I already told you I wouldn’t mommy.”

“I’m not your mother!” she protested. Eveline went to grab her and while she did so you passed behind Mia, digging through the mold on the wall for Ethan. You moved it aside so you could see his face. You brushed the goop off his cheek and his eyes opened, looking at you confusingly.

“What..wh-”

“You need to leave!” Mia said. “I can’t...I can’t…” When you looked around the little girl was gone. You furrowed your brows, putting yourself between her and Ethan who was still gaining consciousness. You held up your gun and Mia shoved you over, grabbing Ethan’s arm. “You shouldn’t have chosen her!” she yelled. “Either of them!”

You shot her before she could claw at him. Here was another fight. They seemed to be never ending.

You shot at her and Ethan did as well after a moment. It took a couple of minutes but you saw her wearing down. She grabbed Ethan’s arm, stopping. You reloaded your gun and held it up to her but you didn’t need it anymore.

She stared into Ethan’s eyes and then fell over, turning to dust. He held his hands out as though to grab her but she was gone. You slowly put your gun down.

“Mia,” he whispered. You closed your eyes. You didn’t want her dead. You were hoping to come back for her. You were hoping you would all be alright. Ethan turned to you, his face cracked a bit. He was bleeding. “Eveline is turning them that way,” he explained. “All of them. They didn’t have a choice,” he whispered. “Mia didn’t have a choice.” You felt a sting in your heart. You hoped that was true. You didn’t like to believe she would have hurt either of you willingly. Now she was dead.

Ethan took a deep breath, shaking his head as he processed the death of his wife. He turned to you and before you knew what was happening, he hugged you tightly. You buried your head in his shirt, not caring how dirty it was. You breathed him in and then pulled away.

“We have to get out of here,” you whispered. He nodded curtly.

“Let’s go.”

=====

The two of you dug through grime and dirty water before coming to a small house. There were some things in it that looked like they had been used recently. Ethan picked up a pack of bullets. You messed with the radio. It came to life.

“Alpha 1 this is Bravo 1 do you read?” it said. Ethans head cocked over. He walked to you.

“This is Alpha 1. Report. Did you find anything?”

“A thorough search of the Bakers found no survivors. Repeat, no survivors. We did find evidence of a skirmich.”

“Eveline?” “Negative. However we did find several encrypted messages from the Baker’s son, Lucas, to an unknown third party. You can probably guess who that was.” “That’s just great.”

“We’ve had reports he’s in the abandoned mines south of the property.”

“I’m gonna go have a look.”

“Roger that. We’ll meet you at those coordinates.”

“If you encounter Eveline your orders are to shoot to kill. Repeat - shoot to kill.” The transmission went out. You looked over at Ethan, shaking a bit from the cold and from the situation.

“What the fuck did we step into?” he asked.

“Damn if I know.”

=====

You continued to trek through waters and some cave systems. You arrived back in the guest house, where all of the terrors had started. At least you knew you were somewhat close to your car. You kept close to each other, watching the corners, guns up.

Eveline appeared, a wicked smile on her face.

She used her powers to make you see what had happened in that house. Mia attacking you. Ethan’s hand being cut off.

“If you don’t wanna be my family, you die,” she whispered. Then she was gone again.

“Screw her,” you muttered.

You followed along the house. It shook underneath you, making you both jump. Evnline was screaming before you even gotta see her. The room erupted in light blue lights. She stood at the end of the room and as you approached even more lights came out from her, making you and Ethan fall over.

You had to hide behind the wall though no doubt she would break through that as well. You and Ethan shared a look.

“You shoot her, I'll grab her,” he yelled over the wind. You nodded stiffly and came out from behind the wall, shooting her with your handgun as many times as you could manage. While she was startled Ethan ran up against the wind.

Ethan grabbed her and it all stopped.

You looked up and saw that little girl Eveline had turned into the grandmother from dinner. You had seen her countless times around the house. You should have known. She was bleeding black mold from her eyes.

Ethan ran into you as he backed up. You grabbed his arm and watched as Eveline turned the whole room into a large black moldy mess. She was breaking apart, screaming.

“It hurts, it hurts!” she said in a distorted voice. She turned into the mold.

One more fight. One more.

Ethan and you used the last of what you had on her. You shot and threw everything that you had ever been able to carry. You grunted, dodged and got hit more times than you could count.

By the time you were tossed out of the house, you had lost almost all feeling in your body. Everything ached.

It was amazing to feel something other than numbing pain. The ground underneath you was cold. You felt the grass underneath you. It was cold. The sun was on your face. It felt like it had been years since you felt the sun. You took a deep breath but it ended up being a wheeze.

“Y/N?” You sat up. There was a man in your face you didn’t know. “I’m Chris Redfield. I’m here to get you out of here.” You sat up and nodded, taking his hand to help you up. You looked around.

“Where...where’s Ethan?” you asked urgently once you came too. Then you saw him. About as banged up as you felt, he was standing with some other people in the same outfit as Chris. He was arguing with someone and then he walked forward. You reached forward desperately and grabbed his arm, holding him tightly to you. You stayed glued together until you got up onto the helicopter.

You looked down at the mold infested farm. It made you feel bad for the Bakers. They were probably nice people, before it all. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back on the seat. Ethan was looking at something on his phone as you took off. A video of Mia. You had gotten one too but you didn’t want to look at it right now.

He watched it for a second and then tossed his phone off the side.

“You’re going to have to buy a new one,” you told him. “Hey, Ethan.” He had a death grip on your leg. He finally noticed it and loosened up.

“Sorry. I guess I’m just going to be extra protective now. Can’t have you slipping away from me,” he said over the noises of the helicopter.

“Glad we’re on the same page.” You put your head on his shoulder and tried to come down from the events of the past 48 hours.

====

You sat on your bed, looking through an article on your laptop. You ran a hand through your hair. There were countless articles about the Baker house. People were misquoting you and Ethan left and right but you didn’t mind. Neither of you wanted to be interviewed.

A small picture of Mia was bunched in with a family picture of the Bakers. You rubbed the bandage on your collarbone that went up to your shoulder.

It had only been a week since you got back. Everything was still healing.

“That’s gonna scar,” Ethan said as he walked into the room. You nodded, putting your hand down.

“Then your staples are gonna scar too.” “No doubt.” He sat down on the bed beside you. He looked over your shoulder at what you were looking at. “You should probably stop looking at the articles,” he muttered. You leaned back on the bed frame. He put his arms around you, shutting the laptop closed. You let out a breath.

You and Ethan hadn’t lived together before the Baker’s but you were having a hard time being away from each other. So he moved into your place for the meantime. He was liking it more than he cared to admit. People were still giving their thanks about Mia and he was already in your bed.

But he couldn’t bring himself to leave. Everytime he left you alone he would get stressed out. He meant it when he said he wasn’t going to leave you alone. Maybe one day but...not yet.

“Are you going to bed?” you muttered.

“Yeah.” You put your head on his chest.

“Alright you’ve convinced me to go to bed with you.” He chuckled and let you go so that you could both lay down. You looked at him as you both laid on your pillows, after turning the lamps out. He moved a piece of hair out of your face and calmly let out a sigh.

“Goodnight Ethan. I hope the sleeps better than the trailer.” He smiled, closing his eyes.

“We should have asked them to save that trailer. I kinda miss it.” You scoffed. He laughed a bit and put his arms around you. You fell asleep beside each other, dreaming of something better than the Bakers.

[mxtcha-tea]

and that's how i met you mother

✎desc; love at first sight with shiratorizawa (honestly, not all of them are love at first sight but ignore that)

✎pairing[s]; shiratorizawa 3rd years x f!reader (separate)

✎genre; fluff, crack

✎language[s]; english

✎chef note; just an excuse for me to write lovesick boys💗 (I can’t do Shirabu, Kawanishi and Goshiki’s part cause I ran out of ideas🤸‍♀️🚆)

Ushijima

It would just be a normal day in his class, learning and stuff like usual

Then after the teacher finished explaining and hand out the tasks, he'll went through his pencil case and couldn't seem to find any pen

Ushijima frowned at that and looked throughly in his pencil case but with no luck, there's none

He swore that he had put some inside, maybe his mind slipped a little?

A tap on his shoulder caught his attention as he turned his head around to make eye contact with you

You're holding out one of your pen to him with a neutral look,

"You can have it," Ushijima look at you surprised, does that mean he can just take it from you? That's a little absurd

But he didn't question it and nodded, slowly taking the pen from your hand and continue studying

The pen doesn't really sit right in his hand, it's not being his and literally someone else that he doesn't have the chance to talk to

He'll spare a glance at you every minute (ngl, he's complimenting your side view internally)

And when you caught him looking at him, he'll just blink and slowly look back at his work with a light blush on his cheeks

(Istg it's so cute)

After the class ends and before you can leave for lunch, Ushijima caught your attention first,

"Here, thank you for lending me this. And unfortunately, i can't take it from you"

You're just looking at him with a dumbfounded look before taking the pen from him,

"Ah, no problem, um..." "Ushijima Wakatoshi"

You nodded at that, scratching the back of your head "...Ushijima. And it's [y/n]"

Both of you are just standing there in front of each other but it's not awkward, surprisingly

It's as if you two are waiting for one of you to speak and end the convo

(Spoiler alert; none of you wanted to end the convo since both of you find each other interesting)

You cleared your throat, fiddling with your pen a little, "Okay, see you after this, Ushijima"

He nodded at that and with that, both of you went to your separate ways

'[Y/N], YOU AWKWARD BASTARD! THAT WAS SO EMBARRASSING, I BET HE THOUGHT THAT YOU'RE WEIRD NOW!'

Ushijima's just walking towards the gym with a fairly visible blush across his cheeks as he look down

"Ushijima..."

"[y/n]..."

"I guess he's fine..."

"I guess she's fine..."

Ushijima Current Mission!

Trying to figure what other scenarios he can drag you in to have a convo with you again

Good luck Wakatoshi~!

Tendou

You and Tendou have talked with eachother a couple of times but it's nothing more than that

And Tendou actually want to talk more with you (at first for friendship points but y'know...)

Today, you look more beautiful than ever to him today

It's not like you're not beautiful every other day (he thinks you're pretty so that's why he kept on having a convo with you)

And he caught into that

Somehow, he can't help bet stare at you in a distance and he tried his best to avoid getting caught

(Tendou's scared that you find him creepy for looking at you all the time and he don't want that thought to flood you mind)

Then, you came to him to explain about the work your science teacher gave since she's absent for the time being

And you can bet that he doesn't hear a single thing you said because he's too focused on yourself

It's kinda like in those scenes in manga where the main character stare into the main interest

The main interest looking as beautiful as ever with flowers around them

Pretty eyes, angelic face, kissable lips

For him, you're perfect and he even thought that you might be an angel in disguise

No matter how you even see yourself, he would always think that you're fascinating, adorable, enticing—

"Tendou, are you okay?"

The redhead snapped out from his thought and got caught by you

By now, his face is literally mocking his hair color as he chuckled nervously,

"Ah, I'm fine! It's just that..."

He was about to stop mid sentences but thankfully he still got that crumbs of courage and just goes with it,

"...you look pretty today,"

Tendou said with a closed eyes smile, peeking an eye open and trying to see your reaction (ngl he's nervous)

You blinked

Before you literally exploded at that which is what make him surprised in his seat

You fake coughed, looking away and avoiding eye contact,

"Thanks...."

[love meter +10!]

If this is an actual manga or anime, there could've been hearts dancing around him

Timeskip to Tendou at his home and squealing quietly to himself (he can't let his family hear him fanboying for someone in his school lmao)

"We're totally going to marry 3 years from now on~" he says to himself in the mirror with so many confidence

(I just love it when Tendou act like that, let him have his moment)

"Haha, thank you gods for creating me and [y/n] in the same world,"

Tendou's Current Mission!

Getting to know you better and give tons and tons of compliments, just like in the simulations! Specifically otomes and dating games

Try your best Satori~!

Semi

It was another day, another practice session

Except that it went longer than Semi expected, he managed to run from the gym to the main entrance

But before he can even put on his shoes, heavy rain started pouring down

He look at the dark grey sky, resting his forehead onto the shoe locker with one shoe already in his foot while the other in his hand

Sighing, Semi thought about asking to come with Tendou and Yamagata since he didn't bring his umbrella

But on second thought, he realized that they prolly forgot theirs too

And all 3 of them have to run under the rain again like last time

Yamagata and Tendou: "We can avoid the rain if we're fast enough!"

He shivered at that their words and the thought of getting terribly sick again

And before Semi's brain can process a strategy for himself, he was caught off guard when an umbrella was opened next to him,

"Ah sorry,"

In those few seconds, everything went slow motion when your eyes catches his

(He swore it felt like in the anime)

He can feel his cheeks flushing a little but thanks to the wheater, it's not obvious

"Hello?" Semi snapped from his thoughts, shaking his head before focusing on you again,

"Sorry, sorry, um—" "You don't have an umbrella?"

He blinked, shaking his head slightly

It's a pretty peaceful staring between you two with the rain hitting the ground as background sounds

Until you lift your umbrella up, and pointed at the small spot next to you with your thumb,

"Here, I'll help you,"

"Eh?"

Semi was flabbergasted a little at your statement but would he decline it?

Of course not,

"Just tell me where your house is then I help you go there,"

And that's how he find himself back at his house's entrance with you in front of him,

"And that's why I just let you walk with me for the afternoon,"

"Is that so, oh wait! I haven't known your name, and you prolly haven't known my name either..."

He scratched the back of his neck before looking at you with a smile,

"The name's Semi Eita, thanks for the walk back home,"

Your lips parted a little before in turns into a tooth rotting smile,

"[y/n], no problem and thanks for the company, Eita,"

An arrow pierced through his heart as his face is literally the color of Tendou's hair

And just like that, you left him on the entrance with a funny expression upon his face

Cutting the scene to Semi punching his pillow (rip pillow)

"You already caught me off guard already but you really had to look at me like that...."

Semi's Current Mission!

Try to find you the next day after first period and try not to be awkward with you and his convo after the eventful day

You can do it Eita~!

Yamagata

Let's just say that,

Yamagata went through the late anime girl scenario

But with his toast falling down from his mouth while running towards his school

And his stamina almost running low despite being a volleyball player and a libero

(His house's prolly far from his school, cut him some slacks sheesh)

He's pretty much stumbling a lot when he enters the school and speed walking up the stairs

Some of the students look at him weirdly but that doesn't become his main concern because a strict teacher is going first

Yamagata's almost there, almost reaching his classroom's door

But god had other plans and place an invisible rock in front of him

And as you can tell, he slipped on it and now facepalming the floor

(The sound is so loud my lord)

He groaned, shaking a little while trying to sit up from his position

The male look up and is now face to face with you, who's looking down at him

Okay he might be delusional from the impact but is he actually looking at an angel right now?

"Dude, you okay? That's gotta hurt from the sound that it made—"

Your words drowned inside his mind as he widened his eyes with pink tints decorating his cheeks

'This...THIS IS IT!'

"—also I think your nose is bleed—"

"PLEASE MARRY ME!!"

You flinched at that but keep a calm face, a little bit concerned that he may hit his head too hard

While Yamagata is just having heart eyes for you, sparkles around him after saying those words almost too confidently

He doesn't know what's in him that make him think that you're the one,

But he definitely can feel it

You sighed, crouching down while searching through your pocket and pulling out a small pack of tissues,

"I think we're going so fast right now but no, maybe 5 years later or never,"

"Does that mean you agree??"

"I don't know, you're handsome but also stupid, a himbo I think,"

You wipe away the blood dripping down his nose, taking his arm, opening it and put the bloodied tissue on it before closing it, giving a light tap,

"Now go to the nurse office,"

"Will you be there for me?"

"No,"

You help him stand up, dusting his shoulder and walk away as if nothing happened

Yamagata watches you from the distance with a lovesick smile

Tendou laughed behind him with Ushijima and Reon next to him and Semi looking at Yamagata, confused,

"Hayato, I have no idea if you had your alarm on but you just came to school during recess,"

"She's perfect...also, I think I need to go to the nurse right now cause my head hurts,"

Yamagata's Current Mission!

Marry [y/n]

Have fun, Hayato~!

Reon

(He will have the best love at first sight cause I say so)

It was the school festival and it's lively in every corner of the school, the outside, inside the classrooms, even the hallways

Reon had just finished his part of his classroom and now can walk around to enjoy the festival

Honestly, it's a pretty normal day to him despite being the school's festival

The students of Shiratorizawa has always been this lively so it's good that they can be keep the atmosphere as how it is like any other days

Since the others are still working on their parts, Reon was all by himself

Sure, the quiet sounds without Tendou, Semi and Yamagata is fine but he prefer it being loud anyway

A short of way to fill in the boring silence

But what's the bad thing to enjoy the peace once in a while?

So he take a small walk outside the Shiratorizawa building

Stalls decorated the outside with students busy serving the customers

He was greeted by some of them as he greeted them back with a warm smile

Hands inside his pocket while looking at the sky every few seconds

Baby blue sky with fluffy white clouds, it is the spring afterall

It was at that moment where he turn his head around and caught your eyes

It was something between those few seconds that a lighting strike between the string connecting you two for a second

Reon knew he did from the moment you two clashed with each other so suddenly

It was...not love at first sight exactly,

But rather, familiarity, like,

'Oh, hello, it's you. It's going to be you,'

The staring prolly lasted more than he expected before you snapped out from your thought, shaking your head,

"Sorry! Didn't mean to..." "But you didn't do anything?" He rose an eyebrow, smiling sheepishly and watch your panic slowly dissolves

"Well, technically yeah but It was bad of me to stare off at you like that,"

He chuckled, your heart clenching at that,

"Don't worry, I think I did it too...maybe both of us did,"

"Ah, yeah! Probably..." you fiddled with your fingers, visibly nervous facing him since he's basically a stranger even tho being in the same school,

"Reon Oohira," "Eh?" You look at him with confusion at first, while he just offers you a smile,

"My name, since we have...how to say it, meet each other? And I don't want to make you uncomfortable after all that so I think it's best if we introduce ourselves,"

Your heart's basically beating out loudly that you'll afraid that he'll hear it

But, that doesn't seem so bad, does it?

You mirrored his smile, this time more confidently than before,

"[y/n] [l/n], nice to meet you Reon!"

"Please,"

Reon put his hand onto your head, "Just call me Hira,"

You fainted

"She's interesting, I love her,"

Reon's Current Mission!

Get to know you better and honestly, there's nothing else to do after that other than asking you out

You'll do great, Oohira~!