#i love and cherish this war criminal

[ivorycypher]

Played around with greyscale a bit~

Xey'nith, my drow eldritch knight, currently waiting to be played or used as npc in my campaign

I got lazy with the scars, no texture for those

[kraniumet]

bashir and sisko being entirely different types of guys privately -> -> being good at their jobs in a very similar higher-calling-of-ethics, very-little-room-for-negotiation, chilly competence, way

[corinthianism]

corinthianism's fic recs

here are my personal favorite fanfics! idk how often i'll update this, but i hope you like them as much as i do :) *indicates smut

last updated: march 26, 2024

MARVEL

loki laufeyson - from the void, with love — by whirlybirbs (my fav fanfic of all time!!! i think about this fic several times in a day bro) - riptide — by starks-hero - the tailor* (series) — by birdofhermes (ao3) - time after time (series) — by goldencherriess (ao3) - a friend from work — by cozy_the_overlord (ao3)

thor odinson - god of fertility* (request) — by charnelhouse - highway don't care (but i do, i do)* (part one, part two, part three) — by spacelabrathor

peter parker (andrew garfield) - agree to disagree — by delicate-dorothea - nerdy peter (request) — by webslingingslasher - good boy x bad girl trope (request) — by webslingingslasher - hold you here, my loveliest friend* — by p3mybeloved - your friendly neighborhood sensitive spider* — by jin0 - glad you're home — by withahappyrefrain - the mechanics of a soul — by irndad - 3 is the magic number* — by withahappyrefrain - crush — by ptersparkers - as it goes — by forever-rogue - here comes the sun (part one, part two, part three) — by withahappyrefrain - stability, reciprocity, and a romance for the ages (series) — by privateanxieties (ao3 - need an account to read)

steven grant (moon knight) - hold me close — by stormkobra-5 - gift of min* — by astroboots - puzzles* — by stormkobra-5 - first time* — by luvpedropascal - domestic adonis* — by peterman-spideyparker - where it starts — by silversweetpea - fallen from heaven, grown on earth* (series) — by davosmymaster (ao3) - call me poe* — by kittyfandom (ao3) - elemental — by batsingotham (ao3) - the boy with the thorn in his side — by eating_flowers (ao3)

marc spector (moon knight) - not him — by loud-mouth-loser - it's worth it, it's divine* — by the-archxr - i'm getting to know someone — by davosmymaster (ao3)

wade wilson (deadpool) - tea and sympathy (series) — by bucketsoffrogs (ao3)

SHERLOCK (BBC)

sherlock holmes - your hidden strength — by okay-j-hannah - sublime dexterity* (part one, part two) — by daydreamtofiction - literally everything by starks-hero

SUPERNATURAL

sam winchester - playing house (part one, part two) — by uncouth-the-fifth - baby i'll stay (heaven can wait) — by uncouth-the-fifth - move over.* — by ggwritesstuff - where's your head at?* — by beau55515 - birthdays: sam winchester style* — by karleekarma (ao3) - the comforts of home — by zepskies - under the hood* — by shawslut

dean winchester - whether you like it or not — by kbeautimous (ao3) - reading you wrong — by zepskies - cherished — by thatonewriter15 (ao3) - soft touch — by wearywinchester - i love her, that's why* — by kaleldobrev - drivin' me crazy* — by lis-likes-fics

castiel - salt n' lick* — by aperfectgrace (ao3) - a bite of apple pie (series) — by ac_deanc (ao3)

THE SANDMAN

the corinthian - bring me a dream* (series, ongoing) — by placeinthemiddleofnowhere - nihil — by lis-likes-fics

dream/morpheus - sweet dreams (are made of this) — by stranger-nightmare

CRIMINAL MINDS

aaron hotchner - from eden — by heliotropehotch - gold star — by honeypiehotchner - love, an abstract concept — by luveline - honeymoon phase* (series) — by hotchsbitch (ao3)

THE BOYS

soldier boy (he's absolutely horrible but so. so. hot.) - break me down* (series) — by zepskies (go read their other stuff too!) - talk to me — by zepskies

homelander (also absolutely horrible. would sleep with him.) - if i can't have you — by watchstarscollide - milky white* — by after-witch

GAME OF THRONES

jaime lannister - i'm not made by design — by ichorai (this legitimately changed my brain chemistry)

STAR WARS

obi-wan kenobi - like turning on the light* — by full-time-make-believer (deactivated acc) (this also changed the trajectory of my life) - where it wasn't* — by 221bshrlocked - your thoughts are loud — by spidersbane - empty me out* — by 221bshrlocked - house of memories* (series) — by meshlasolus - bad idea, right?* (series) — by mischiefling (ao3) - you make me feel like dancing — by saradika (ao3) - it's a wonderful lie — by firstofficerwiggles (ao3) - temptation's kiss — by karasong (ao3) - you make my dreams* — by wickedscribbles (ao3) - like a living mirage — by karasong (ao3) - broken drought* — by rosalindbeatrice (ao3) - never grow up — by doihavetoloseyoutoo (ao3) - never ending story — by kybercrystal (ao3) - volveré* — by kxnobi (ao3)

din djarin (the mandalorian) - the savior* (part one, part two, part three) — by dindjiarin - significant — by softlyspector - touching din — by archieimagines - uncharted territory* — by pedrito-friskito - creed* — by wheresarizona - home is wherever i'm with you* (part one, part two, part three) — by saradika

DRACULA (BBC)

count dracula - the székely* (series) — by theplumsoldier

LOTR/THE HOBBIT

thranduil oropherion - a boon* (series) — by inksplots (ao3) - beauty and the beast (series) — by tamurilofrivendell (ao3)

DOCTOR SLEEP

dan torrance - of monsters and men* — by helaintoloki & obitwo - domestic life (headcanons) — by thornsinmycrown - smut alphabet* — by daincrediblegg

[lorisidirgiichi2002]

More TADC ramblings.

57.. It's starting to become a reoccurring number in the circus. Most universes have numbers as a key factor in their worlds. The Halo universe around the Bungie era and beyond use the number 7 since it's the luckiest number, hence why Master Chief is 117. Other times, the numbers are meaningless and just there for a gag. In numerology or in a religious sense, the number 57 from google and other sources say that Angel Number 57 indicates a period of changes and spiritual development. It encourages you to rely on your intuition and inner wisdom to guide you through life's transitions. It's a sign from your angels to trust that the changes you are experiencing are for your highest good and to keep a positive attitude. Could this by why Caine is keeping everyone sane in the circus and not abstract..? Being a sort of angel to make them trust the changes via their adventures? It could probably just be a gag number that will probably be never explained by Gooseworx.

Outside of Caine's attempts (and failing miserably) to understand Zooble's issues and dismorphia and just give a half-assed supply of parts for them, the roles are reverse in the therapy session. While the old man's teeth was criticised for their adventures and the amount of danger and psychological damage like the war criminal he is, Caine is an AI, he is the source and the heart of the circus, his entire coding and digital soul is glued to this purgatory that he calls a home. Making adventures for those trapped here is his passion, it's all he exists to do even if it "unintentionally" hurts others and makes them miserable, and Zooble manages to break him and crack him at his own existence. The entire Circus starts glitching as he starts to doubt himself. The fact of the matter is that AI can be screwed around with. Change the code, find a loophole in their system. Zooble unintentionally created a Paradox in Caine's coding. If there's no worth or joy in the adventures, he'd lose his passion, and without passion, you'd question yourself and your own worth. Who's know what would happen if Zooble didn't react in time. Would Caine become an abstracted AI or is that clue to escaping the circus? If Caine glitches to the point of no return, would they escape? Would they die all together? Or would he just be paralysed and unable to cope with the digital dread of his own creations...?

... Why do I get a sense of dread that Kinger might not make it out alive in this circus in the next few adventures?

After that episode, I am terrified of the possibility of him abstracting. And for once, I'm with Zooble on this one believing he might be the next one to be abstracting. Being a dad to Pomni and helping her understand to cherish those you love and care for and to tame and calm an abstracted being. Is something worth cherishing him for as he wanders and hides in the darkness.

[glostudios]

Successfully infiltrated @mgscon with my war criminal husband @tesscourtes 😎 We slayed, we had a hell of an amazing time, saw cool ass panels cosplays and peeps, hella cool art, but the most special and amazing part of it all was being able to share the experience with the love of my life who ran around like a crazy person with me and took all sorts of silly pictures and videos with me I will always cherish. Thank you pookie🖤

Thank you all the hardworking staff of MGSCON for making this event a reality that has kicked ass yet another year in a row❗️

Psycho Mantis: @tesscourtes

Liquid Snake: @glostudios

[gh0stbeeee]

"i ship lawlight because they have so much sexual tension!" — You don't get it!

That is such a small part of their relationship! The entire appeal is that they UNDERSTAND eachother like no one else has before! L has chased after so many physically and mentally attractive criminals— but none of them mattered before Light because Light understands L at a fundamental level! He doesn't care that Light is a murderer! Their tension comes from the fact that they are ultimately drawn to one another but they can't be together, they are the same but on opposite sides of a war even though their mentalities and morals are so similar!

Their love was fast but slow, an instant intrigue and attraction at their first meeting that only grew as they came to know eachother more.

It was the "dates" they went on together in public, the late working nights, solving bits of the case together and not alone like the norm, being chained and in eachothers space for months, learning the small quirks and ticks, body language, habits, eating preferences, peeves, negative reactions, morning routines, night and sleeping routines, all of the small stuff that only made them fall deeper.

They feel so romance heavy to me, tender touches, leaning against eachother, hair getting tangled while they sleep and thinking about how nice it feels and smells, their scents becoming similar because they use the same soap and detergent, just holding and cherishing eachother and every moment they have, soft kisses igniting passions that can lead to more.

It's also how monstrous they are. They are both so weird and strange, they don't feel all lovey dovey about one another all of the time, they can be violent and mean and downright hateful but they can take it. They love eachother for it because it's honest and exciting, they can't get bored together. The hits, scratches, kicks and punches, then licking eachothers wounds and patching eachother up with a peck.

So yeah, sex can definitely be a thing for them, but this is what they are for me. So much more than that.

(I also have an ace4ace hc tbh)

Made this because the top/bottom discourse was pissing me off like shut up please let people do what they want no one cares

[healix17]

Here's my late aft MegOp fanfiction.

Day 3 Ritual/Surrender

Conjunx Rite of the Emperors

In an alternative universe where there were no Autobots and no war to trouble them, Emperor Megatron ruled Cybertron with strength and wisdom. Optimus Prime, a noble and respected mech, found himself in Megatron's orbit. After a passionate one-night stand, Megatron, captivated by Optimus' spirit and grace, proposed, and they soon found themselves preparing for a grand Conjunx Ritus ceremony.

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The grand hall shimmered with the brilliance of Cybertronian crystals, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the gathered guests. Optimus Prime stood before a mirror, his polished armor gleaming, nerves fluttering in his spark. His attire was elegant, crafted with care, and adorned with intricate designs symbolizing unity and love.

Alpha Trion, Codexa, and Termagax, seated in the front row, exchanged proud glances. Their sons had grown into remarkable mechs, and this union was a testament to their journeys and growth.

A deer-like young mech approached the altar, delicate and graceful. In his hands, he carried a vessel of silver paint, a traditional element of the Conjunx Ritus, symbolizing purity and an eternal bond.

Megatron, regal and composed, stood at the altar, his optics never leaving Optimus as he approached. His spark swelled with love and determination, recalling the night they first connected, the moment that led them here.

The officiant began the ceremony, his voice resonating through the grand hall. "Today, we gather to witness the union of Optimus Prime and Emperor of Cybertron, Megatron in the sacred Conjunx Ritus. This silver paint symbolizes the purity and eternity of their bond."

Optimus and Megatron turned to face each other, their optics locking in a moment of shared emotion. They exchanged vows, their voices steady and filled with love.

"Optimus Prime," Megatron began, "From the moment we met, I knew you were the one who completed me. Your strength, wisdom, and compassion have brought light to my life. I vow to stand by you, to protect you, and to cherish you for all of eternity."

Optimus' optics shimmered. "Megatron, you have shown me a love I never knew existed. Your courage, your passion, and your unwavering spirit have captured my spark. I vow to stand by you, to support you, and to love you for all of eternity."

The officiant nodded, lifting the vessel of silver paint. "With this paint, we mark the bond that unites you as Conjunx Endura, bound in mind, spark, and body."

The young mech approached, dipping a brush into the silver paint and delicately applying it to Optimus and Megatron's forehelms. The paint shimmered, a symbol of their eternal bond.

The officiant continued, "If there are any who object to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Megatron's closest soldiers stood at the ready, their optics scanning the crowd, weapons discreetly prepared. The hall remained silent, a testament to the respect and acceptance of their union.

Megatron have them a bombastic side optic. A criminal offensive side optic.

Megatron let out a sigh of relief, glancing at Optimus with a soft smile. Optimus chuckled softly, amused by the lengths Megatron would go to protect their love.

The officiant smiled. "Then, by the power vested in me, I declare you Conjunx Endura. You may now seal your bond with a kiss."

As their lips met, the hall erupted in applause, a celebration of love and unity. Alpha Trion, Codexa, and Termagax beamed with pride, their sparks filled with joy.

Hand in hand, Optimus and Megatron left the altar, ready to face their future together. The night was filled with laughter, joy, and the promise of a new beginning. As they danced their first dance as a married couple, surrounded by loved ones, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, their bond would remain unbreakable.

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In the quiet moments that followed, as they stood together, watching the stars from a balcony, Optimus leaned into Megatron's embrace. "I never imagined my life would lead here, but I couldn't be happier."

Megatron tightened his hold, his optics softening. "Neither did I, but with you by my side, I feel like I can conquer anything."

Their sparks pulsed in harmony, a rhythm of love and unity, as they faced the vast expanse of their future, together.

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Again sorry if it took so long, I just couldn't think of anything.

[microwaveable-squish-cheese13]

🌀 promises ..

!!

this is js sm else i had in my notes too, figured id post this one since the other one didn't completely fail 😼

pairing: simon 'ghost' riley + fem!civilian!reader

WARNINGS: mentions of killing and stuff

...

you weren't pretty.

no, no...

not in his eyes. god no.

you weren't pretty.

beautiful, sure. that's a word for it. but not what he would describe you as.

you were like the summer sun on his skin, like the ripples in the water he would see at the pool he went to as a kid. you were like freezing cold water on a hot summer night.

you were like the breeze in the trees. the songs the birds would sing, only for the crickets and frogs to take over once Mother Moon rose to bathe him in her light.

you were like the reflection of the stars in his mother's eyes. the smell of strawberries in his family's kitchen.

you were his best memory.

you know how people say that you correlate certain people to certain things?

yeah.

you were everything to simon.

he saw you in everything the earth had to offer.

the way the sun set and the way it rose- it reminded him of you. of the way it would look on your skin, painting it a golden color for him to cherish.

the way the crickets chirped late at night reminded him of that one time you said that sound comforted you- helped you sleep. he smiled after that. that was the very first time you saw him smile so genuinely.

vanilla? you. simon could almost hear you tell him that vanilla was your favorite scent at some mom and pop store (you've already told him eight thousand times before). every time he would just laugh and say "noted."

these are the little things. the little itty bitty things that keep him alive.

and at night when the guns roared and his life was on a wire, he would think of these things. when his own blood smeared over his skin, tainting his body and his mind with things you'd probably leave him for.

when the head of another human was under his gun, you were what he thought of. how this action was for you- to get home to you.

if he didn't shoot this man, then how did he know this man wouldn't turn on him and keep him from fulfilling his promise to you?

"just.. come home. please?" you had whispered the night he left. simon only nodded, slipping on his mask and sighing.

"always, love. forever and always. promise."

and he'd be damned if he broke that fucking promise.

even as bullet left his gun with a shuddering snap and the man fell dead under him, he kept reminding himself this was for you. all of this pain and suffering he held on his shoulders was for you.

the woman he intended to marry.

the woman he wanted to grow old with.

the woman he would never break a promise to. never in his goddamn life.

...

sometimes when he gets home he's scared to see you.

he's not scared of you. never.

he's scared of the chance that maybe you'd finally realize all the lives he holds on his hands, that maybe when you fuck late at night that the blood on his hands will shine through and stain your beautiful skin.

stain and ruin the last perfect thing he has in his life.

he's scared that maybe, you'll realize that you're sleeping with and loving a murderer. maybe you'll turn him away once you see the blood on the mask he tries desperately to hide from you. he didn't want Ghost and Simon to mingle.

you got Simon. you never got Ghost.

he's scared that when he grows the balls to drop to one knee and solidify the bond between you that you'll turn him down. that you'll frown in disgust at this war criminal for even assuming that you'd love a creature such as him.

but deep down, he knows that's all irrational. that you'd never do such sinful things. say such hurtful things.

and he's right. you'd never.

because you were as hopelessly in love with him as he was with you.

and you promised it to him.

"i love you." were the words uttered late into the night as they laid in the shadows of their bedroom. simon almost cried every time you said that to him. the last time he'd heard that was when his nephew told it to him.

now it was you saying those three words.

three words that could tear a man like him

down to his last thread. "i love you too."

a few heartbeats later, he spoke again.

"you promise?" his voice was so soft you thought you imagined it. you tilted your head up at him. "what?"

"you promise that you love me?"

it tore him apart to ask it. it sounded to him like he was questioning your affection. but you knew he wasn't.

"yeah." you smiled, laying your head back on his shoulder.

the moon was high, smiling down and shining her light through the glass and onto them in neat squares through the window.

the crickets chirped, and the frogs croaked back as they sung their songs to the stars. somewhere out there water rippled and a dove cried, pleading out into the night about a tragedy mankind will never know about.

"i promise."

[battelcry]

God of war and of the war inside us,

Trigger warning for: Suicide, csa

It aches my heart that Father Ares is not very much talked about in Hellenic Polytheist spaces and oftentimes misundestood. Or that is just what I've seen so far wandering around the internet.

I just wanted to talk about how dear he is to me in many ways, even from the times where i was not yet a Hellenic Polytheist. I'll always be grateful to be able to feel the warmth and ease in my heart when I'm overly stressed and anxious. Muscle by muscle, tissue by tissue i feel the entirety of my heart with all its shape alter with the serenity he brings where I'm even at my worst. Even on the verge of ending my own life his warmth and protection prevented me from doing so. That was how i met him and I'm forever grateful for all he has done for me to protect and support me in every aspect of life.

Not only he has protected and leaded my way to come out victor from the battles inside me, he has protected me so much from harmful people, especially men. I know that he's not traditionally seen as the protector of women in the Greek world but I can say that I've experienced his protection on me as both a woman and a child of his on many occasions. I've been abused and used many times as a little child, ruined my self esteem and self respect over unnecessary men who are completely and utterly uncapable and neglectful. Though with him, brick by brick rebuilt myself and my image in the eyes of mine. With him i learned to not lower myself for the sake of love. With him i learned to be the primary source of love for myself. Now that I've came to learn many things with sometimes an unspeakable pain and yearning, i'm grateful that the love for men i once almost worshipped and idealize stayed unrequited. Because i know for a fact it was Father Ares protecting me and at the end the worst i experienced in matters of love was just rejection. He has done so much for me, made me go through a process of which i found my core self and cherished it eternally at the end.

He's my beloved father and i feel the most secure, protected and warm when i feel his presence around me. This is my first ever post on tumblr, on this account i had for ages. I just hope that it reaches for those who need and who are willing to seek help.

And please know that he is, of course, the god of war but also the war inside us. Which is for me the bloodiest and the most gruesome war where we are usually all the figures of war in the body of one. We are both the little soldier who got drafted to war the day they were talking about dreams of future with their friends at high school but also the experienced, unforgiving enemy general. We are both the scared infantryman on the frontline but also an obnoxious war criminal. But at the end both the oppressor and the oppressed is us and no one else. All the cruelty for nothing but anguish.

He is there for all. All those who are oppressed, who are scared and anxious. Never hesitate to reach out to him in times of distress and where it feels you're stuck completely in life. His hugs are the warmest and he will lead your way through the war inside you. I get intensely emotional when i talk about him, even wept some tears while writing this. I seriously love him so much.

[i-like-cats-and-stars49]

Ok, so Mikey meeting Miles' parents and them loving him because he is polite and speaks Spanish, cooks well and is very sweet is fine and well.

But consider:

Mikey has a fucking Doctor persona called Doctor Rude (we see him in one of the storyboards for the scrapped episodes and I truly love and cherish him and cry because the episode got scrapped).

So like, my boy can be veryyyyyyyy rude.

He doesn't insult them or anything but he defenitly says straight to Miles' dad that he does not like cops and that his family is currently wanted.

Rio and Jeff are just like: Miles why are you dating a criminal. Why is his dad a war criminal and why did two of his brothers join gangs on accident. How is that even possible. Why do they have beef with a powerful crime boss. Why do they not exist by the law's standards. Are they illegal immigrants.

Miles doesn't know. Miles too is surprised by the criminal record of Mikey's family.

I mean, the Rise Turtles have veryyy shaky morals. It is canon that Donnie hacks ATMs to get money and like, in my heart he hacks the bank accounts of billionaires.

[makersruin]

*knock knock* thoughts on venat?

she is a girlboss she is a war criminal she is a lunatic she is clinically insane and the next virgin mary and she is never going to die

in all seriousness, i love venat and the overwhelming love that she embodies. in concept, based on what is present in the game, i unironically find her to be a soothing presence and was overwhelmed by the cutscene at the end of the elpis arc where she's covered in her own sins but walks forward anyway, hoping to meet you at The End. having that juxtapose the slow crawl to emet-selch in shb was brilliant, not only for its obvious metaphor, but bc it retroactively made me emotional to think that despite the immense suffering experienced by the wol there, venat was sharing that burden hand in hand, even if i hadn't known it yet. how many other times has the wol felt alone, not knowing she was there too? i sincerely watch the 'thou must live die and know' cutscene when i have bad days bc it genuinely makes me feel better.

the one opinion i have that doesn't seem to be very common (correct me if i'm wrong, obviously i have a limited pov) is that i'm fully convinced that she's also kind of crazy. in the same way i'm convinced that graha tia is also kind of crazy. you have to have a cosmically insane amount of self-control, confidence, and tolerance for pain to be doing what she did. giving up your humanity, your identity, your singular sense of self -- that which venat cherished enough that she refused to leave the star when her time came -- for an existence of cold, godly stasis takes more than any one man should be able to handle. and part of her decision to do this, along with a myriad of reasons, was because she remembered ktisis, and so remembered meteion's specific warning to her -- something hermes, hythlodaeus, or emet-selch didn't get to have. but i sincerely cannot say i believe any of those three would've actually taken meteion's words to heart and changed, even if they had remembered. in fact, when whenever "fandaniel" is put in the position of having to give up his identity (both when hermes is being offered the seat and when amon is in the aetherial sea awaiting reincarnation) they both flounder and resist out of fear. she's not like y'all!!!!!

all that to say that as a result, i believe in her ability to hate in equal measure. i don't think she's the type to hold grudges or let hate fester in her heart the way hermes was, but i do think she's capable of holding some manner of resentment, the way all people are, and so i really enjoy thinking about all the ways in which she indulged in the more negative points of her humanity before surrendering herself to becoming the benevolent god she actually is at heart. she makes me so, so sad but i love her so much. they could never make me hate her!!!

[puffcap-factory]

Melodies, Past, Redemption

(Yasuo x reader)

Yasuo x reader; angst, a bit of fluff, slight implication of Yone x reader in the story.

It’s somewhat more like a one-sided-love coming from Yasuo, although interpretations are left to readers.

Both characters are trying to heal from the past.

Words: 1.9k

Notes: 

The reader was a healer, working on the dojo during Yasuo and Yone’s training period. They were close to you, and Yasuo had grown some secret feelings towards you. But after the war and the death of the dojo’s elder, scarred with the tragedy following after, you had wandered across the land to assist villages in need, and hadn’t met Yasuo after the incident. 

This story uses the same set as my previous Yone fic, since it suits well into the timeline. The order will go as follows: Part 1 Yone x reader -> current fic -> Part 2 Yone x reader 

I’ll get into more fluff next time. For the sake of my heart.

I hope you enjoy! :D

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You gazed down at your feet, waves gently ebbing and flowing at your fingertips. The symphony of birds' cawing harmonized with the hues of the orange sky, the sun preparing to retire for the day. Seated upon a rock just large enough to accommodate you, you released a heartfelt sigh, reaching for your treasured lyre - a gift from your mother during your childhood. She told you she had acquired it from a wandering merchant in Shurima, and you had cherished it dearly ever since.

You didn’t know why you were feeling sentimental on this particular day. Facing towards the open sea, the wind tenderly caressed your hair, its strands swaying in a melancholic dance, almost as if it were a reminder of a tragic incident from the past. Despite your best efforts to avoid spiraling into sadness, you found yourself reaching for your lyre, your fingers instinctively moving to play a certain melody – the one you had diligently practiced during your days of training in the dojo. The familiar tune that reminded you of the weight of memories and emotions. The one that… Yasuo himself had thought you with his flute.

You indulged yourself into the melody, closing your eyes as your fingers danced across the strings. The notes were so familiar to you that they seemed to flow effortlessly from your lyre. The gentle sound of the waves crashing against the shore intertwined with your music, adorning the melody with a natural, haunting beauty. Despite the rhythmic cadence of the waves, the melody held its own, each note clear and poignant, refusing to be completely swallowed by the ocean's song.

The melody flowed beautifully for several minutes until you heard the gentle splashing of footsteps on the shore – which sound seemed to stop not too far from you. Immediately, you halted your playing, opening your eyes and becoming instinctively alert. With a quick motion, you turned your head to the side to face the figure standing there, their body facing towards the sea.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to interrupt you.” He kept his gaze fixed to the ocean ahead.

Yasuo – you had not seen this man for so long. Your heart started to beat faster as the sudden adrenaline rushed in, as things you wanted to say, ask, blame, everything flooding in you all at once. Last time you had seen him, it was before he left the dojo to aid the war, disobeying his orders. Then came the tragic news of Elder Souma's death, branding him a wanted criminal on the run. And it culminated in the unthinkable - he had killed his friends... no, our friends, who chased after him, and ultimately, his own brother, Yone.

"Yasuo..." your voice was low, barely above a whisper. You stood up from your seat, facing him squarely as you held the hilt of your sword firmly, though it remained sheathed.

Yasuo noticed your stance, his face twisting with guilt that seemed to consume him from within.

"Don’t… I'm not here to hurt you, please... I would never..." His words came out in a jumble, as if struggling to piece themselves together.

Instinctively, you lowered your hand to your side in response, feeling the weight of his grief and guilt behind his words. You had known this man for so long - an impulsive, determined soul, yet undeniably kind. Despite the strict training schedules of the dojo and your busy role as a healer, Yasuo's carefree nature had a way of easing your responsibilities. During the early times, you were often tasked with catching him for skipping his training, but those moments ended up filled with shared laughter and camaraderie. It was during one of these times that you discovered his fondness for music, hearing him play the flute with skill and passion.

And, Yasuo had always been somewhat protective of you, ensuring blame never unfairly fell on your shoulders, especially when faced with Yone's questioning. Memories flooded back of the times he had accompanied you, stood up for you – his friendly teasing and banter creating a deeper bond between you two. Yone had possessed a certain warmth that had drawn you in, but Yasuo provided you with a sense of security in his own way.

“…I never believed what they said about you. I never believed you killed Elder Souma,” you said carefully, your tone colder than you intended. 

Yasuo glanced at you, a little taken aback – to be honest – before turning his head to face the waves, his face showing a mixture of emotions. “Thank you, that is one person less to convince, I believe…” he said with his husky voice.

"But," you continued, your voice trembling slightly. "If you hadn't left..."

If you hadn’t left your post, maybe… Yone might still be alive. 

You bit your lip, cutting off your words before they could delve deeper. You know very well you’d get nothing by pressing the matters further into the already guilty man, yet, small part of you still clung to the past – to that certain incident, the weight of it catching up to you. Glancing down at your feet, you watched the waves passing and receding, lost in their rhythm. 

“…That thought also haunts me even until this moment,” he sighed. “…I know you would never forgive me for that, but, please know that… I-I’m… truly sorry.”

Yasuo was fully aware of your closeness to Yone, and to be very honest, he would feel a tinge of jealousy from time to time towards his own brother back in the days. But he would never confront you about it, nor Yone, as he silently respected his brother and the bond you shared with him. Your moments with Yasuo held their own special place inside him, filled with cherished memories. He truly appreciated the time you spent together, just as you had accompanied him through his own trials, and that was more than enough for him.

You fell into a heavy silence, feeling a wave of guilt wash over you after voicing your blame, whether deserved or not. Yone, until the end, was consumed with his own self-blaming, and you couldn't find the words to help him at that time. You also felt that you have your share of guilt of the outcome of the incidents. Although Yasuo did leave his duty, you knew there were more factors at play that ultimately contributed to Yone's death. 

You mourned deeply for Yone, but you also realized that dwelling on past mistakes would not lead you anywhere. The same applied to Yasuo, you thought. Although he had not shared the details with you, rumors had flown everywhere regarding the incident. Now, after meeting him in this demeanor, you could tell very well that he was truly consumed by his own guilt. His casual, cheeky side was nowhere to be seen.

As you observed Yasuo facing the sea, his silhouette outlined by the setting sun, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy. You balled your fists as you gathered your will to speak.

"…I didn’t mean to push you further down. I’m sorry," you told him as you moved closer to him, regretting what you had said earlier. He looked at you with a sad expression still visible on his face. "There is this past we had shared, but I think it’s time we… move on from that, together, Yasuo." How easy it was said than done, you thought to yourself, but you just had to bring this up to him, trying to nudge him back up. He took a deep breath, his eyes still fixed on the sea.

“I do have my fair share of guilt, you… are not alone, Yasuo,” you continued, your voice soft but firm. You paused, glancing at him, his gaze never leaving the horizon. “…I’m grateful I still have you on my side, I really am… and I hope you still do, too.”

You knew his burden was far heavier than yours, but you just wanted to offer some comfort – in hopes you both find a way to move forward from the shadows of the past. You glanced back into the horizon silently for a moment, before you heard a low chuckle coming from his side.

“…You don’t know how much that means to me,” he said, his voice quiet but filled with sincerity. “You sure don’t change. Thank you.”

He turned towards you, and although his eyes still held a hint of sadness, his lips curved into a small smile – the weight on his shoulders seeming to lift ever so slightly. You smiled back at him – as if to shove the negative thoughts of the past down – feeling a sense of warmth in the air as the ocean wind blew gently around you. You let the silence stretch between you just for a bit, to let every moment sink into you.

“…Hey, how about we travel together for now?” You finally asked. “We seem to be a good pair for traveling.”

“Many people still chase after me, and I don’t want you to get involved. I won’t risk you getting hurt. I would never…” Yasuo's voice held a note of concern as he seemed to object to your idea of traveling together. You could sense his protective instinct, the weight of his past actions still heavy on his mind. Despite his protest, you remained determined.

“Nonsense, I thought you were strong enough to protect me?” A small, teasing smile appeared on your face, lightening up the mood. “I’ll heal you in exchange of your protection.”

He let out a small chuckle at your playful response. “I never said I was… – anyways, you have to know the road I take is dangerous, and I’m being very serious.”

“Yes, I understand it very well, mighty Yasuo,” you smiled at him, putting your hands on your hips. “Besides, I got to learn how to use a dagger for self-defense for a bit. I suppose you can help me train as well, yes?”

Yasuo sighed defeatedly, although he knew you wouldn’t back down so easily, he couldn’t help but smile at your determination. He truly wanted to protect you from harm, but he also knew the enemy chasing him sometimes were more dangerous that it had seemed – and he was not going to risk you for it, not again.

“Okay, okay…” he answered, holding the nape of his neck in resignation. “But promise me, when things get more dangerous, I’ll have to drop you off somewhere safe, okay? No objections.”

“Hey, come on…” you slightly pouted, giving him a playful nudge. Yasuo chuckled at your reaction, a sense of lightness filling the air between you.

The tension of the past seemed to fade away as slowly as the sun sank lower and lower. You could feel the bittersweetness of the past as your closeness to Yasuo was reigniting, even though the war had left scars on both of you. Forgiveness – a powerful notion, one that seemed to hang in the air between you. Despite the pain, there was a glimmer of hope for a new path, a chance to let go of the burdens that had weighed you down for so long.

Yasuo truly cared deeply for you. The memories of your past closeness still lingered in him, leaving him somewhat hopeful that you could find happiness together once more. Yet, he also knew very well that the wounds of the past ran deep, and it would take time to heal.

As the evening descended, casting a warm glow over the sea, you and Yasuo stood side by side, gazing out at the horizon. There was a sense of peace settling between you, a silent understanding of the journey ahead. 

You placed your reassuring hand on his shoulders as you came up with good idea to spend the remaining evening.

“Say, you wanna play the flute alongside my lyre?”

[fdelopera]

Baruch ata Adonai, Eloheinu melech ha-olam, borei p’ri hagafen.

Baruch ata Adonai, Eloheinu melech ha-olam, asher kid’shanu b’mitzvotav v’ratza vanu, v’shabbat kod’sho b’ahava uv’ratzon hinchilanu, zikaron l’ma’aseh b’reishit. Ki hu yom t’chila l’mikra-ay kodesh, zaycher l’tziat mitzrayim. Ki vanu vacharta v’otanu kidashta mikol ha’amim. V’shabbat kod-shi-cha b’ahava uv’ratzon hinchal tanu. Baruch ata Adonai, mi’kadesh ha Shabbat.

(Blessed are you, Lord our G-d, Ruler of the Universe, who creates the fruit of the vine.

Blessed are you, Lord our G-d, Ruler of the Universe, how has sanctified us with his commandments and favored us, and given us in love and favor his holy Shabbat as an inheritance, as a remembrance of the act of creation. For this day is the beginning of all holy days, a remembrance of the Exodus from Egypt. For you have chosen us and you have blessed us from among all the nations. And you have bequeathed us your holy Shabbat in love and favor. Blessed are you, Lord, who sanctifies Shabbat.)

.

Feel this, to all those races, colors, and creeds, every man bleeds

For the countless victims and all the families of the murdered, tortured, enslaved

Raped, robbed and persecuted — Never Again

To the men, women, and children who died in their struggle to live

Never to be forgotten, Reuven Ben Menachem, yo…

.

My own blood dragged through the mud

Perished in my heart, still cherished and loved

Stripped of our pride, everything we lived for

Families cried, there's nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide

Tossed to the side, access denied

6 million died, for what?

.

Yo, a man shot dead in his back

Helpless women and children under constant attack

For no reason 'til the next season and we still bleeding

Yo it's freezing and men burn in Hell, some for squeezing

No hope for a remedy, nothing to believe

Moving targets who walk with the star on their sleeve

Forever marked with a number tattooed to your body

Late night, eyes closed, clutched to my shotty

Having visions, flashes of death camps and prisons

No provisions, deceived by the Devil's decisions

Forced into a slave, death before dishonor

For those men who were brave, shot and sent to their grave

Can't awaken, it's too late, everything's been taken

I'm shaken, family, history in the making

.

Never again shall we march like sheep to the slaughter

Never again shall we sit and take orders

Stripped of our culture, robbed of our name

Raped of our freedom and thrown into the flames

Forced from our families, taken from our homes

Removed from our G-d then burned of our bones

Never again, never again, shall we march like sheep to the slaughter

Never again leave our sons and daughters

Stripped of our culture, robbed of our name

(Never again) Raped of our freedom and thrown into the flames

Forced from our families, taken from our homes

Removed from our G-d and everything we own (Never again)

.

Some fled through the rumors of wars

But most left for dead, few escaped to the shores

With just one loaf of bread, banished

Called in for questioning and vanished, never to be seen again

I can't express the pain, that was felt in the train

To Auschwitz, tears poured down like rain

Naked, face to face with the master race

Hatred, blood, and David, my heart belongs to God and stays sacred

Rabbis and priests, disabled individuals

The poor, the scholars — all labeled common criminals

Mass extermination, total annihilation

Shipped into the ghetto and prepared for liquidation

Tortured and starved, innocent experiments

Stripped down and carved up or gassed to death

The last hour, I smelled the flowers

Flashbacks of family then sent to the showers

Powerless, undressed, women with babies clumped tight to their chest — crying

Who would've guessed — dying

Another life lost, count the cost

Another body gas-burned and tossed in the Holocaust

.

Never again shall we march like sheep to the slaughter

Never again leave our sons and daughters

Stripped of our culture, robbed of our name

Raped of our freedom and thrown into the flames

Forced from our families, taken from our homes

Removed from our G-d and everything we own

Never again, never again, shall we march like sheep to the slaughter

Never again shall we sit and take orders

Stripped of our culture, robbed of our name

(Never again) Raped of our freedom and thrown into the flames

Forced from our families, taken from our homes

Removed from our G-d then burned of our bones (Never again)

.

Never Again. Never Again.

.

From the USA to Afghanistan

From Israel to Pakistan

From Iraq to Iran

To Russia, Poland, and France

From China over to Japan

Worldwide

Never Again

.

Shema Yisrael Adonai eloheinu Adonai ehad

(“Hear O Yisrael, the Lord is our G-d, the Lord is One.” The Shema is the most important prayer in Judaism. It is the declaration of our faith in one G-d. Jews say the Shema prayer every day, in the morning and evening. And we also say the Shema before we die.)

FIRE!

*GUNSHOT*

[dark-elf-writes]

Oooh interesting. The last Magical Mob I vaguely remember reading in HP fics were in one of the "Mr Black" fics where Harry went around Wizarding Europe being increasingly mistaken as a Super OP Dark Wizard Hunter. One thing that still stands out in memory is that the magical criminal underworld existed. Like straight up Italian magical mafia and whatnot. The mafia are terrifying enough with mundane methods. Giving them magic is so much more terrifying.

That said?

I can see the Trio catching on fairly quick that Ron's and Harry's new partners are Very Much Not Legally Minded Fellows. But as long as there's clear limits and the people they're dating don't have Death Eater mentalities (aside from "no one's allowed to leave/betray the family"), I can see it working out. Especially since the Trio had to fight the literal government in more than just Book 7. Hermione was super quick to turn to illegal use of magic in Book 2 anyway.

Ron's family? "As long as your happy," might be a thing. Hermione's? ... okay I'll never not be upset over how any interpretation of "Hermione erased their memories and set them up in Australia" could be taken. The less said about the Dursleys the better but I'd like to think that Post Less Of A Dick Dudley might be fine if he knows.

The trio have always been… flexible in their morality considering Hermione set a teacher on fire at eleven and not a single one of them thought it was even a little too far. Between that and their general distrust in the government that wasn’t going to go away after everything, they’re pretty okay with the whole crime families thing as long as certain guidelines are kept.

Tbh I feel deep in my bones that Molly Weasley would be thrilled about Ron’s choice in partners legality be damned.

This woman lived through two wars. She lost her brothers. She fought and bled to protect whatever she had left. She killed for her family without hesitation. Having someone who would love and cherish her a baby boy and was willing to do whatever it took to keep him safe? She welcomes Blaise with open arms.

[mew-ya]

Finally watching WCI arc... its so much better animated. Kata's silly little donut song???? And im not supposed to fall in love with him?? Your honor he's just a little guy (war criminal, mass murderer, mommy issues, Literally 16'8")

YEAH DUDE congratulations on finishing!! cherish that, cus it's a katakuri desert these days. 😭😭😭😭 I'm glad you understand how wonderful he is. he's such a silly yet deep character God I love him sm

[rainbow-wolf120]

would it be okkii if i drew fanart of your ship kid tonie?? shes super cutie im a big fan :]

OMG YESSS!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!

I’m so glad you guys love the ball of chaos which is Tonie! I have so much fun drawing her and I just all silly seeing y’all enjoy the silly shenanigans she gets into 💃💃💃💃

Fanart for any of my ocs is always allowed and always appreciated :)

Anyway here’s the family having a pretend tea party as celebration :D

Tonie may have three war hardened criminals as dads, but she loves a good and formal tea party

(She also makes mud pies for them)

So yeah you can totally draw Tonie! I will love and cherish it forever :DDD