#i love the idea of trio causing chaos

[misakisakuya]

...into the dump of WIPs it goes..

Alberu, Choi han and Cale

Alberu is the villain cause remember the time YRH said he was supposed to be a villain?

Yea so he is the villain in this one and Choi han and Cale are the Male leads

Choi han is the 2nd Male lead

Everyone's just weirded out seeing the prince Cale and Choi han hated before suddenly being so close like besties.

Suddenly the two of them are supporting the 1st prince and no one can do anything cause...well do you want to get on the bad of people who fight gods and win?

Yea no..the nobles love their necks and wealth thank you very much.

Oh yea. This will be the part of the Retirement sheningins AU, where hundred years later the trio is bored and decides to go on a vacation on different dimensions except this time...they don't save the dimensions this time, they watch it burn down to ashes and have fun with the kids.

And kinda teach Choi han how to act and scam

Just a random thought I have, what if I got reincarnated in a manhwa as the villainess but the twist is that my best friend (his a guy) got reincarnated too as the male lead. it'll be pretty funny to see the supposed male lead who usually hate the villainess are close with and having fun and hanging out ����. I kinda want to see this as a fic too

[herrscherofmagic]

yay vita~

another cg/character art study ive started!

obvious WIP lol

extra thoughts under the cut vvv

I started yet another new WIP instead of continuing the prior one (entropy x senadina) because i wanted to focus on just one figure, and i also really really really really really really really really really really like vita ^.^

I decided to go all-in on a new process for sketching (layering in values before drawing in detail) and honestly? It ROCKS. I can convey so much about the character’s appearance just by shadow and a few key lines, and in a fraction of the time it’d take if i drew out much of the detail first then tried to add value

It took just a bit over half an hour to get this much progress on the vita sketch, vs. the two hours of working on the Entropy + Sena sketches with not much more progress

It’d be even better if i used line more carefully in the start to better hint at lighting before blocking in major values, but its still a good start lol

[electric-demons-in-love]

Random Vox, Valentino and Velvette Headcanons:

-Velvette loves painting Valentino’s nails. Due to his multiple arms she has plenty of blank canvases to experiment with colours and fancy designs. Val will use this time to rant to Velvette about everything irritating him that week.

-Every month or so the three have a treat day where they go to the mall together.

-Satan help any poor retail workers who have to deal with them.

-Vox doesn’t tend to buy much so he’s the designated bag carrier.

-They totally have a line of fashion dolls based on them (like Barbie or Monster High). They’re very hot collectors items.

-Velvette designed outfits for one of Verosika’s tours.

-Vox has totally caused blackouts during his and Val’s bang sessions. Velvette is not impressed.

-“Fucking hell you twats I was in the middle of a movie!”

-The day afterward Vox always has to go on air and publicly apologise. He makes up some bullshit excuse as to why it happens but his flustered expression gives it away. No one is brave enough to call him out.

-Velvette teaches the boys British slang and insults while Val teaches them Spanish curse words.

-Vox occasionally DJs at some of Valentino’s clubs.

-When he’s feeling down or nostalgic Val will sit in his room and listen to 70s music.

-None of them eat well. Vox consumes nothing but takeout and coffee, Velvette lives off sweet treats and Val’s diet mainly consists of cigarettes and alcohol.

-Val loves to leave lipstick marks all over Vox’s screen right before the tv demon goes on air.

-Vox has the worst fashion sense out of the trio. Velvette and Val constantly have to pick out his clothes because they wouldn’t be caught dead with him in the outfits he chooses.

-Going off the fact that Val is canonically a good artist, sometimes he sketches out ideas for Velvette’s fashion collections.

-They have drunk karaoke nights at the studio and it is absolute chaos.

Part 2 Part 3

[ericshoney]

Colouring ~ Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: You loved colouring and you loved your older brothers tattoos.

Warnings: None that I know of

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You were a very bubbly and active four year old. Your older brothers thought it was adorable and funny, watching you run around, be loud and carefree. Other than causing chaos and being active, you loved colouring, your brothers, parents and Nate, all buying you various colouring books and supplies over the past year.

But you also loved your brothers tattoos.

When Nick and Matt first started getting tattoos you were amazing, not fully understanding the concept as when you tried to draw on your arm, it came off in a bath.

So when the trio returned to Boston, you would greet all of them happily, before asking Nick or Matt if they got new tattoos.

Then one day, you had an idea. You were colouring outside, Trevor laid besides you, as your triplet brothers filmed a video. You didn't want to get involved, too busy colouring a picture of Mickey Mouse. But when they had finished and Matt came outside to see you, you put your idea into play.

You rushed over to him, grabbing his hand gently and holding up your pens (which were safe on skin after your parents discovered you colouring all over yourself) and gave him your cutest smile.

"Wanna colour." You said, pointing to the tattoos.

"You wanna colour my tattoos?" He called.

"Yeah!" You exclaimed.

"What about Nick's?" He asked.

"Colour them too!" You squealed.

"Alright bub, come on inside." He agreed, making you smile.

You grabbed all your pens and rushed inside, Trevor slowly behind you, the dog being your personal shadow. You saw your other brothers in the kitchen, as Nick started making some food.

"Hey kiddo." Chris called, helping you sit at the island, seeing you struggling.

"Hi! I colour Matty's tattoos!" You exclaimed.

"Oh yeah? What colours?" He asked with a cheeky grin.

"Um....green, wait blue! Matty loves blue!" You responded, holding up a blue pen.

The middle triplet smiled as he sat next to you. You started to colour, your tongue poking out your lips slightly as you focused, both Chris and Nick taking pictures of you all.

After a while, you had coloured four of Matt's tattoos, the boy smiling as he took some photos. You giggled as he kissed your forehead gently.

"Now Nick!" You exclaimed.

"Alright sweetheart, which one first?" He asked, switching places with Matt.

"Ummm, Scooby! Then letters!" You answered, kicking your feet happily.

He smiled and nodded, knowing which ones you wanted to colour. That being his Scooby Doo one along with the C for Chris and M for Matt.

"Maybe I should get one now, just for her to colour." Chris said, watching you with a beaming smile.

"She could just draw some on you for now." Matt said, making the youngest male nod.

The guys smiled seeing you so happy, knowing they had another amazing memory with you.

[bluedevildish]

1st rough sketches/draft and headcanons i have with @shunsinesshine , @mela-vsvs @/monoveera about my yuu Asul Ps. Ill be making/updating her look soon!! (mostly clothes)

Since Asul’s name is almost the same as Azul’s, we thought it’d be really funny to use that to annoy Azul Ashengrotto. Our headcanon is that having nearly identical names causes a lot of confusion, which frustrates Azul Ashengrotto because he never knows whether people are talking about him (Azul) or her (Asul).

Of course, the twins take full advantage of this to mess with Azul Ashengrotto (putting his full name so you don’t get confused, kek). Asul ended up getting close with the twins because she joins in on teasing Azul. I don’t know who my bias (or love interest) is yet since I’m still new, so everything is very much platonic for now.

I absolutely love the idea of a chaotic trio (Asul, Jade, and Floyd) constantly annoying Azul Ashengrotto. Of course, Asul isn’t safe from being bullied by the twins either—especially since she’s short (4’11”). Additional head canon is Asul working at Azuls cafe as an entertainer (singer).

ALSO, ALSO!! Each of our characters arrives by book, so there are five of us in Ramshackle now! (Including Grim.) @shunsinesshine is our dorm warden 💙💙💙, melavsvs is our vice, but when she’s unavailable, Asul steps in as the vice warden. Anyways, thats our brainrot. just pure chaos

[violetjedisylveon]

Grinning Shadow AU Masterpost

Anon gave me an idea for an fun angsty Shadowpeach au, so I did what I must ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

First/idea anon ask + Macaque drawing

Fic:

Your Mindless Smile Haunts Me (1/3), first fic

Art:

The Horrific Thing™ (tw for blood and dead babies)

Some Dead Girls Walking (resurrected Bai He and Chao-Xing)

Other's art:

@fresastar's art of Macaque! It's beautiful!

Answered asks:

I think I need to organize this list better... I'm not gonna

Is MK told about Macaque?

Is Macaque's fate known + Mac in season 5

What's up with Macaque's eye?

Noodle Fam's reactions to the brainwashing

Was the brainwashing intended for? + Hint at the Horrific Thing™ that I will be infuriatingly cryptic about>:)

Nobody mourns the Jade Emperor

Does Macaque get a power boost from the Jade Emperor + details on season 4 final fight

Macaque's abuse in the celestial realm

Demon Bull Family's reactions

Does the brotherhood feel guilty?

What's the season 4 break up scene like? (it's angstier>:)

Lady Bone Demon's perspective on the brainwashing

Azure threatens Macaque (and gets beat up)

DBK's rampage + Jade Emperor threatening Macaque

Demons fuck around by insulting Macaque, and find out by getting beat up by Wukong

What if Azure freed Macaque at the absolute last minute?

Macaque and Wukong in season 5 (they aren't having a good time)

Hints about the Horrific Thing™

Monkeys reliving trauma cause of the hundred eyed demon

Macaque and Wukong's first meeting (rare angst free bit)

More hints at the Horrific Thing™ + Macaque being a protective mate

A shapeshifter takes Macaque's form (and dies)

What's the nine headed demon's perspective on this?

How and Wukong and Macaque different?

Mama Spider Queen!

DBK, Wukong and Yellow Tusk's guilt

MK tries to sacrifice himself

Anon's writing submission, very good

Traffic Light Trio meet Macaque during New Year's heist

How's Macaque with the rest of the crew? (Sandy, Pigsy, Tang and Mei)

Macaque moves like a puppet on strings

Do the twins find out about Xiangliu's role in their death?

Is Macaque conscious while brainwashed?

@draxeanlxia gets their License to Violence and uses it well

The twins find out the truth + Macaque remembers the Horrific Thing™ + monkeys not having a good time

Why'd Xiangliu kill the twins?

The twins guilt after learning the truth

Twins in season 4 and 5 + Chao-Xing's reason for working with LBD + MK and Chao-Xing's view on each other

Does brainwashed Macaque fight Azure for the Emperor

Pigsy's reaction to finding out why MK was "abandoned"

Anon makes the brainwashing more painful

Would Wukong Fall In Love With Macaque Again? (Yes, that man is down so bad)

Wukong's reasons for giving MK away

Multiverse shenanigans! Grinning Shadow meets Canon and Cracked Family

None of the fam tolerate Macaque slander

Macaque keeps the power boost, and fears he isn't free of the brainwashing

Xiangliu Takes Control Of Macaque

Wukong's near endless suffering

Macaque breaks free of Xiangliu's control + poll for Snake Boi's death

Season 6 is the most emotionally complicated section

New baby(ies) after the family reconciles?

Macaque's a popular character(some fluff in this angsty mess)

This au is Wukong suffering + little bit about a time travel fix it

How does reconciliation happen?

The au summarized

Macaque confronts Wukong, writing by @idiocysquared

Not Asks, my thoughts/rambles:

How Mei finds the twins post season 5, not an ask, dumb as fuck but funny

It's Quite Uptown ramble

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Regarding the pet shop Trio in final timeline hcs post: what cat incident in 2016 with hanma? AND WHAT IS GOING ON WITH IZANA AND HIS FISHES

Oh lmao I didn't really have a solid idea for the cat incident but I think it would be like Hanma opening all the cat cages up to play with them. Chifuyu and Kazutora leave the room for 5 minutes and when they come back there are cats everywhere and Hanma is trying to play with them (they keep avoiding him though). Baji was off that day but wishes he was there to see it. Since Hanma does seem pretty interested in Peke J and then Kisaki cat in the merch, plus he loves teasing Chifuyu and causing chaos, this sounds like something he would do.

[letoiusprime]

Kalos Trio Theory/Headcanon

This theory is based on the current "Teraleak" information, so open under the cut at your own risk, yada yada yada.

So, the 'Teraleak' includes a full telling of an early version of the Pokemon World's creation myth. Unlike the myth we know of "Egg -> Arceus -> Dialoga, Palkia, Giratina -> Lake Trio -> Arceus takes a nap," this telling goes far more in depth. To paraphrase from my understanding of it:

From the churning chaos and nothing, an egg emerged. The egg hatched into the Orignal One, Arceus, and the fragments of egg shell became Giants. These Giants tried to kill Arceus, but it grew too strong and too fast for them, and Arceus eventually killed all of its attackers. Too injured from the battle, Arceus gathered the Giants' corpses and poured its blood into them, creating Dialga and Palkia in its own image. The Original One proceeds to take a nap.

Palkia's sound lets space grow, while Dialga's steps let time flow. Now being the only two things concious in the universe, Palkia and Dialga fall in love(?) and create the Lake Trio, who bring their respective aspects to the young universe.

Palkia and Dialga gift the Lake Trio a seed and command them to look after it. The Trio pray, growing the tree bigger and bigger, but it grows out of control, taking up the space of everything. The Trio are forced to knock it down, where the Tree of Life then splinters into three pieces.

Three other deities, those of the earth, waters, and air, (One toasty godzilla, one large whale, and one snekky boi respectivelly, to be precise) take these three pieces and create the land, seas, and skies.

Beta-Giratina is born from Rayquaza's shadow as it holds up the skies.

Now obviously, Giratina has been changed to have been created with Dialga and Palkia, rather than as a dark spectre of Rayquaza, but that got me thinking: what if that role went to someone else? Not that exact train of thought didn't really get me anywhere, but it did lead me to the idea of the Kalos Trio being related to this Tree of Life. Not only are they based on norse creatures who resided in Yggdrasil, the Norse Tree of Life/World Tree, but they perfectly encapsulate the Tree's ideals, and a growing universe.

Palkia and Dialga brought space and time. The Lake Trio brought beauty, emotion and joy to the universe. The Weather Trio brought the world as we know it to the universe. But what is yet to be mentioned? Life.

I propose that Xerneas, Yveltal, and Zygarde were the gods this tree created. Xerneas, to oversee its beginning. Yveltal, to oversee its end. And lastly Zygarde, to oversee the journey between. A somewhat more flimsy connection is that I believe the Kalos Trio and the Weather Trio are the only actual red/blue/green legendary trios.

Its possible that left unchecked, the Kalos Trio are why the Tree of Life grew so out of control. Xerneas flooding it with life, Yveltal's death causing it to smother everything else, and Zygarde keeping it orderly enough for the process to run unopposed. The Weather Trio, in turn, create the wider world so the Kalos trio and their powers have an open, safe expanse to flourish in.

[spnjediavenger]

Order and Chaos (matt murdock x sister!reader)

Title: Order and Chaos

Type: one-shot; matt murdock x sister!reader

Warnings: couple swear words, person being rude to Matt (insensitive to blindness; didn’t know any cliches or derogatory things thankfully so i had to look up what to say. Just needed it for an idea. You’ll see what i mean), kind of au with Nelson & Murdock and Karen knowing Matt’s secret?, implied sex between Foggy and Marci

Spoilers: none?

Notes: another request! I'm so honored yall!

For the anon that requested: i didn't go super goth cuz im not 100% comfortable/knowledgeable about such things but i hope i did your request justice!

As always, love and/or constructive/friendly criticism is welcome and encouraged! (As are requests!)

Disclaimers: i do not own daredevil, its characters, or plot

Request: Ok hear me out, Matt X sister reader, but she’s like super goth, I’m talking piercings, tattoos, very upfront and blunt. (She is who I want to be) total opposite of her brother which makes their dynamic that much more funny cause no one understands how they could possibly be related let alone be besties.  And just like scenarios in which they are a dynamic duo despite how different they are. I just imagine her getting a new piercing or tattoo and he’s like “dude I can smell the ink/sore skin how are you not covered by now”. Lmao

Word count: 1181

Yin and yang. Fire and water. Light and dark. Order and chaos. 

Y/n and Matt Murdock were both many things. But similar was not one of them. Sure, they both had a love for those close to them and they were good people. They both had a sturdy head on their shoulders and could stand up for themselves. But that’s really where the similarities ended. 

Matt was a lawyer - Y/n was going to school for journalism. Matt often wore suits when he was out - Y/n favored relaxed, baggier clothes. Matt meditated and did research - Y/n listened to rock and heavy metal. Though Matt had scars littering his body, the rest of it was clear - Y/n seemed to be on a journey to cover herself head to toe in tattoos. While Matt could be a smart ass when he wanted to be, Y/n openly said whatever she wanted - often to ehr detriment. Matt tended to be more analytical - Y/n was a bit of a hot head.

Those things aside, the two siblings loved each other and got along better than anyone. The whole ‘opposites attract’ thing was usually geared towards romantic relationships but it seemed to be perfectly true in the familial sense in this case too.

Y/n would often visit the office of Murdock & Nelson between her classes. If Foggy or, more likely Karen, texted her that it was going to be a long day, Y/n would stop and get coffee for the trio on her way.

Cup holder in hand, she jogged up the steps to their office. She opened the door with one hand, balancing the cups in the other. “Your salvation has arrived!” she called, closing the door behind her.

“If it isn’t our very own Wednesday Addams!” Foggy said, holding his hands up before bowing. “We are eternally in your debt, my lady.”

Y/n chuckled and smirked and handed him a coffee. “I may look the part but I smile too much to be an Addams.” 

“She is pale enough though,” Matt added with a mischievous grin, plucking his own drink from the carrier and placing a kiss to the side of his sister’s head. “Though she has enough ink to make that questionable,” he added.

Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled, pushing his shoulder a bit. “Actually, speaking of which,” she said, turning to hand Karen her drink, then back to Matt. “I have another appointment on friday and I want you to come.”

Matt raised his brow. “Another one? How are you not completely covered by now?” he chuckled.

Y/n smirked as she finished her drink, dropping the empty cup in the garbage, and kissed Matt’s cheek. “Better to have artwork instead of bruises, Daredevil,” she called over her shoulder as she left the office.

Karen threw a hand up to conceal her shocked chuckle but Foggy openly laughed at his friend’s expense. 

Though he knew Y/n was too far away to hear him, he said, “Touche.”

Friday came quickly and Matt and Foggy walked the streets of Hell’s Kitchen with Y/n after they finished work for the day. Foggy was going to split after her appointment but decided to walk to the tattoo parlor with them since it was near his weekend destination. He pulled his phone out for the third time on their walk.

“It was nice of you to walk with us, Foggy,” Y/n said. “Even though it’s out of the way of your apartment,” she continued, feigning innocence.

Foggy, who was pulling up the rear of the trio, shrugged as he put his phone back in his pocket. “Like I’d ever miss a chance to see our queen of darkness get some new ink.”

“Not sure how you plan on seeing it when you have your nose in your phone the whole time,” Matt commented, biting back a smile.

“Ok, you need to stop listening to my movements,” Foggy said, exasperated.

“He doesn’t need to listen to your movements to know you’re texting your weekend booty call,” Y/n smirked.

“Yeah, how is Marci? Assuming you guys take time to actually talk between your…activities.”

Y/n spit out her water, stopping in her tracks to laugh along with Matt, high-fiving him when she saw Foggy’s face reddening. The Murdocks’ ability to easily riff off one another sometimes astounded even themselves.

“Yeah yeah, very cute, dynamic duo,” Foggy said under his breath.

Before anyone could say anything else, a man walked between them, glancing unkindly at Matt.

“Watch it, cane-tapper,” the man said, roughly brushing past Matt and pushing his cane out of his way.

Y/n’s eyes immediately widened and her nostrils flared as she glared after the man, taking a hot step forward to go after him but Matt raised his cane in front of her chest to keep her from doing so.

“Don’t,” he said. “It’s not worth it.”

Y/n turned hotly and looked at him, confused but still heated. “Matt! You can’t just let that dick talk to you like that!”

“Y/n, no.”

“But-”

“No.”

Y/n huffed and her shoulders slumped. She speed-walked in the direction they were headed in the first place, not waiting for Matt since she knew he could find the way without her.

Matt, on the other hand, chuckled and shook his head before following after her.

“Seriously,” Foggy said, slight fear lacing his features at Y/n’s 360 change in demeanor as he walked with Matt. “I have no idea how you two are related.”

Matt chuckled again, simply walking on towards the tattoo place.

Out of all the tattoo appointments Matt and Foggy went to with Y/n, this one was probably the shortest. Neither of the men looked as it was being done, just conversed with Y/n as they all waited. When the artist was finished, Y/n got up from her seat, turned in front of the mirror at the new tattoo on her left shoulder, and smiled. 

She turned towards her brother and friend. “Foggy?” she said, showing him.

The man smiled as he saw the image then looked her in the eyes. “I think it’s perfect, kiddo. Best one yet.”

Once the tattoo artist left, Y/n pulled Matt’s hand to the area, letting him gently brush his fingers over the image. He focused on the risen skin under his fingertips, where the edges began and ended, the corners of his lips turning up as he felt the outline of his Daredevil helmet. He couldn’t help but chuckle and full-on grin as he shook his head in slight disbelief.

Y/n smiled back. “Well? What do you think?”

Matt raised his blind gaze higher towards her face. “I think Foggy’s right. Best one yet.” He gently held her face and dropped a kiss to her head, wrapping her in a tight hug after. He and Y/n may not have had a lot of things in common. But one thing they did share was their love for one another.

[nonbinarypirat]

I promised to do a break down on Azz's and Clara's relationship specifically since the initial post was so long (Iruma's relationships within the love trio) so here it is! This is long compared to my initial post breakdown of the relationships since I am just focusing on these two. And I wanted to do these two right since so many people think Azz doesn't like or appreciate Clara.

As we know, in the beginning the two of them mostly revolved around Iruma. Azz was very much annoyed with Clara's personality, there wasn't much to tie Clara to Asmodeus besides playing, and as they mention in the manga, more than likely they would have never met and/or become friends without Iruma. Iruma was very much needed for the initial start of their relationship. However, that doesn't mean that by this point in the story we don't see they both care deeply for each other outside of just getting along for the sake of having Iruma.

Similarly to Iruma, Clara has enabled Azz to experience more playfulness and childlike fun than he ever experienced previously. Clara is not just some afterthought within the love trio. She is necessary for the two of them to open up more emotionally. Especially Azz. Asmodeus in general is a very closed off person by nature, stemmed from a fairly isolated childhood of no one wanting to interact with him. We see this when the soulmates are first seperated because they have to join other clubs. Azz basically never interacted with the other members unless he had to. It's hard for him to open up and let his excitable, lovely side shine through. Clara is one of the people that inspired that in him because even with just Iruma, Asmodeus wouldn't know how to just let himself be playful. Sure, the first time him and Clara played together was because Iruma asked him to, but that was more than likely the first time he has ever done this.

Additionally, Clara gives Azz an extra challenge. She's not easy to understand and is someone he feel like he must compete with for Iruma's affections (of course that has changed drastically in the latest volumes and chapters). Asmodeus is used to being the best, outshining anyone and anything in his path. He's a young genius. But that means he didn't have something to push him to grow. Clara is someone who is so widely different from him that it causes him to have to strive towards understanding her. When they have to work together for the hell dance, Azz realizes that yeah, she thinks about the world in an entirely interesting way compared to him. And he can learn from this new perspective. Azz has really grown to care about Clara because he knows she can open up sides of him no one else can.

Clara on the other hand learns about more structure then she ever had before. Clara has been on a character development of realizing that yes, unadulterated chaos can be great. But it can also just cause trouble for yourself and for others. She can rely on Azz to shut down some of her more outlandish ideas, not because of meaness but because the situation doesn't call for it (though he'll shut it down in the sassiest way possible of course). She lives beyond the comprehension of most people and that's what makes her so wonderful. But she can go overboard and doesn't tend to second guess things. With characters like this, you need somone/something to stop them before something ends up being a giant mess.

And Clara felt the same as Azz too about the way he thinks. To Clara, he also makes zero sense. That's why she also needs to strive to understand him and be more considerate of his feelings. She understands that emotions and care doesn't come easy to Asmodeus. And she gives him room to express them however he can and gives him the encouragement he needs. She truly is the best at understanding the emotions that Azz and Iruma are experiencing. Her role as the emotional challenger/instigator pushes Azz to understand why he is feeling that way.

Like I said, Clara is very much needed in the group. I'll fight anyone who thinks she isn't. Because without Clara's brazen approach to feelings, these two boys wouldn't push themselves. Like, sure she group in her toy box because she could see something is wrong with iuma, but it was as much for Azz as it was for him. Because she would also know when he's feeling down about something too. I saw someone call her their safe place on twitter and its true. She's someone they can go to when they just need to talk to someone or vent to. And like a trained big sister, she will pet their hair and listen.

I really hope we get to see just these two interact more as the story progresses as well as Clara Iruma solo time. Because I care about the love trio so much, they are basically free therapy for me. Oh and in case you were wondering, yes I am obessed with Azz wanting to take a picture of Clara in her cute swimsuit. He's so in love with his soulmates it's so cute. I know he has the best icloud service and still has to backup his photos often from how many pictures of Iruma and Clara he owns.

[starofthesea37]

Marauders x Batfamily Crossover

So I really want to write a marauders x bats crossover, but I am uncharacteristically lost on the mechanics of it. You see, I love coming up with random au’s for my fandoms, and I have SO MANY IDEAS about interactions between marauders era characters and the bats (specifically around sibling dynamics), and many many ideas for random plot points and scenes, but what I can’t figure out is why they end up in this situation in the first place.

The general idea is that the bats go undercover at Hogwarts during the marauders era to gather information and help with the war against Voldemort. I’m not sure WHICH of the bats it would be, and what their roles in this endeavour would be (is it Tim, Steph & Damian who go, as they’re the only ones in the age range? Or is there some sort of age reversal spell involved that allows them all to attend? Or maybe the older bats are involved, but from the outside, as members of the Order of the Phoenix or Deatheaters or Ministry workers etc., or is it Young Justice who go?), but that is something I can figure out later depending on the mechanics of how it comes about.

What I need to know first is why it’s happening. Whereas in Golden Trio era crossovers the timeline can easily be adjusted to match up, for this crossover it’s very important that the Marauders era is in the 70s, and the bats would have to be from the 2010s+ in order to realistically have the technology they do. Therefore there has to be some sort of time or dimension travel involved. Meaning that this mission has to be entirely purposeful and planned. They have to have a reason to go back in time or travel to another dimension to help with the wizard of war (which also happens to be in England, very far from Gotham and the bats territory).

I have plans for how they get magic, how they get into the school etc., but this part is what’s really bugging me. I need my AU’s to make logical sense, otherwise I drop them.

I’d also like to mention that there are literally no fics with this crossover on ao3, and therefore I, as someone who has been deeply immersed in both these fandoms for a while, feel a moral obligation to fill this tragic gap. There’s just far too much potential for character interactions and awesome plot points to pass up the opportunity.

Also I’d like to put what ships/headcanons I may be including/referencing in this, just as a disclaimer in case anyone feels strongly against them. Just because they’re on this list doesn't necessarily mean they will definitely be included, but this is just what I fuck with and will include if it works for the plot.

•Romantic Ships (Marauders): Jegulus, Wolfstar, Pandalily, Dorlene, Rosekiller.

•Romantic Ships (Bats): TimKon (possibly Timberkon), Birdflash.

•I can maybe be convinced to include others so long as they’re not incest, age gap or anything else horrifying and illegal.

•Platonic Ships/Dynamics (Marauders): Marauders (James, Peter, Sirius, Remus)(obviously), Valkyries (Lily, Mary, Marlene), Skittles (Regulus, Barty, Evan, Dorcas, Pandora), Black Brothers (Regulus & Sirius), Prongsfoot (James & Sirius), Moonwater (Regulus & Remus), Moonflower (Remus & Lily), Marlene, James & Peter as childhood besties.

•Platonic Ships/Dynamics (Bats): all the bats to varying degrees obviously, but specifically, Jason & Tim, Tim & Steph, Tim & Damian, Dick & Damian, Damian & Jason.

I’ve almost definitely forgotten some but you get the general picture. Hopefully.

I have an entire google doc dedicated to what houses I think each of the bats would be in, but my opinion on that changes literally daily. They’re confusing your honour. But mainly I think it would just be hilarious to put Jason Todd in a dorm with the marauders and watch them flounder. Oh and stick Tim in Regulus’ dorm. He’d be such a menace. And Steph in the Valkyries dorm. Someone stop me before I cause too much chaos 😭

Anyway! This crossover has been living rent free in my mind for so long and I would appreciate any and all feedback/thoughts/opinions/ideas!!!!

I’ll probably add more onto this at some point, but this is the general gist. Pleaseeeeee gimme ideas!!!

Oh also fuck jkr :)

[bitchin-beskar]

lynnnnn you know I'm in my alerudy feels rnnnnnnn so......how do we feel abt alerudy x reader 👁️👁️

B A B E S

also im so so so sorry this took me so long here have a 6,509 wc "drabble" as an apology 🫣

okokok I love this idea. I feel like specifically if this is gonna work though, it's gonna be a reader who's grown up alongside alejo and rudy, has known them just as long as they've known each other, partially because I think one of the reasons I love alerudy so much is that I hc that they've loved each other for most of their lives, even if they don't act on it right away.

so maybe you grew up on the same street as alejo and rudy, becoming an inseparable trio almost immediately. you spent afternoons at either your house or rudy's, as alejo's dad wasn't always the most... pleasant to be around.

the three of you were thick as thieves, causing mischief and chaos everywhere you went. sleepovers and playdates were commonplace, and the three of you spent practically every waking minute together.

as time passed and puberty hit all three of you like a speeding train, you moved from primary to middle to high school. as you got older, you realised just how... attractive your best friends are.

alejo and rudy have developed a fascination with joining the military, especially as the cartel has started to gain a foothold in your home of las almas. you've declared that if the idiots are gonna join the military and try and get themselves killed, then you're gonna learn first aid and medicine and join with them just so you can keep them alive. the twin looks they give you when you announce this make your heart beat faster, although you steadfastly ignore this.

the three of you graduate high school, stopping by the recruitment office that same afternoon, before celebrating on the roof of rudy's house with a bottle of pilfered tequila from alejo's dad's liquor cabinet. there's been ups and downs, but you've all finally made it, survived high school and are now ready to take on the world.

basic training is a bitch, although the three of you pass with flying colors. for the first time in years, the trio gets separated as you go into medical training and alejo and rudy start the gruelling process of trying to get accepted into the Fuerzas Especiales. you keep in touch with your boys as best you can, but it's difficult, feeling like you're moving through life missing two of your limbs, your rocks and supports in the form of one alejandro vargas and rodolfo parra.

it's a few years of this, and then you get assigned to a regiment in the army that's earned the nickname of Los Vaqueros-The Cowboys. You send off an email to rudy and alejo about the assignment, but your boys are suspiciously silent. they've been sparse with their communications with you lately, and it's been a bit worrying. you shake the feeling of something being wrong, and pack your bags to ship out.

it's in the car ride to your new base-and new home for awhile-when you finally get a response, from rudy. you're surprised at the briefness of the response, merely a short line about how you're gonna do great and that he'll "see you soon."

you don't get a lot of time to ponder this strange message before you're arriving. the private driving you explains that the coronel and the sargento mayor are going to meet you and show you where you'll be staying and where medical-your realm-is.

when you get out of the truck, you're promptly introduced to Colonel Alejandro Vargas and Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra, and you let loose a string of quiet curses. your boys have shit-eating grins on their faces, and you glare at them while the private gets back in the truck to drive away. once the three of you are alone, you practically explode, demanding to know everything, but alejo and rudy are too busy gleefully laughing and tugging you into their arms for a long needed hug.

they're so excited that you're here, and they're so eager to show you around and introduce you to the rest of the vaqueros, who have all apparently been regaled with stories of you and how you'd been alejo and rudy's partner in crime growing up, and they're all thrilled to meet you. you forget about your worries about the previous months of dwindling contact, at least until you meet the other regiment that shares this base. more specifically, the other regiment's leader.

Valeria Garza.

it doesn't take long for you to realize that valeria has managed to wrap your boys around her perfectly manicured finger. alejo had introduced the two of you, and you're sure he'd been figuring you'd appreciate another female presence, but you're instantly on edge when you meet her. valeria reminds you far too much of a snake poised and ready to strike at the first sign of vulnerability.

she's coy and flirtatious, but also extremely violent and ruthless. she riles up alejo, leading to blow-out fights that can be heard across the base, and she's damn near brought rudy to frustrated tears multiple times with her harsh and cutting words. you're left to pick up the pieces, only to have your heart crack when your boys are once more drawn into her orbit, time and time again.

you quickly begin to understand that she's the cause of your boys diminishing their emails to you, but it's not until a direct confrontation with her that you discover that it's deliberate.

it's after a particularly vicious fight between her and alejo and rudy that you stop her in the hall, and ask her point blank why she keeps pushing them to the breaking point. she looks you up and down, and the words she says hit you directly in the gut, harder than if she'd punched you while wearing brass knuckles.

"they're always going to keep coming to me for more. they can't help themselves."

you feel your heart crack even more. "you're just toying with them!"

valeria smirks, vicious and deadly. "and what exactly are you going to do about it, hmm?"

after that, you spend your time avoiding valeria unless absolutely necessary, only interacting with her in professional capacities and doing your best to avoid ever being alone with her. she knows, of course, and she knows that you know that she knows. it comes to a head when the senior officers on base go out for a night at the bar.

you're at the counter with one of your other medical officers, the two of you nursing drinks and watching as the rest of the officers go a little wild. you see alejo and rudy both downing drinks and letting loose, and you're about to head over to them when you see valeria approach the both of them.

your heart is in your throat as she abruptly switches from a smooth, deadly strut to a wobbly, stumbling walk, practically falling on alejo, running her hands all over his chest. rudy-poor, sweet rudy-reaches out to help steady valeria, and she drags him closer so he's plastered against her side.

across the bar, valeria makes eye contact with you, smirks, and turns to plaster a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss on alejo's lips. it's like a natural disaster, you can't seem to look away as he seems to sink into it, before she tears away from alejo to plant another kiss, this time on rudy's lips.

you can't stay in the bar a second more, muttering an apology to your fellow medical officer, throwing a couple bills on the counter, and making your escape. you don't see your boys subtly wiping their lips and passing valeria off to one of her fellow soldiers, nor the way they look over to where you'd been standing, only for their shoulders to droop when they register that you're no longer there.

the next day, you're quieter, blaming it on a hangover that you only wish you actually had, because maybe then you could've forgotten what you'd seen last night. you dodge the efforts of alejo or rudy to talk to you, and you absolutely avoid valeria at any costs. you spend the week like that, actually, retreating into yourself and trying to rebuild the shattered parts of your heart.

and then, the fateful mission, a raid on the son of La Araña. valeria's group was ordered to cordon off the city to prevent his enforcers from causing a bloodshed, while alejo and rudy led the raid.

you were in the medical wing, prepped for injuries, but you weren't prepared for the number of vaqueros who were injured, and the utter lack of valeria's troops.

turns out that valeria and her soldiers were the enforcers for La Araña. they snuck him out of the city, to the mountains. they defected completely and utterly, leaving no traces and zero contact or explanations.

alejo and rudy were furious, searching obsessively for any traces or hints of where valeria might have gone, and you could only watch in sorrow as your boys drove themselves to near insanity in their obsession. even gone, valeria still had her fangs sunk deep into alejo and rudy, and it only broke your heart further.

you tried to help, but after being snapped at repeatedly by a furious alejandro or being outright ignored by an exhausted rodolfo, you stopped trying. you were living on the same base, but you often went days without seeing them, and you honestly couldn't remember the last time you had a conversation with either of them about something other than fucking valeria garza.

it came to a head when alejo snapped harshly at one of the recruits currently laid up in your medbay. the recruit had been following a lead on valeria, but had been ambushed by members of the las almas cartel. he'd come away with only a gunshot wound to the shoulder, a damn miracle in your eyes, but alejo just couldn't let it go that the recruit hadn't somehow managed to predict that the cartel was going to set up an ambush.

"get out."

alejo looked away from the recruit currently doing their best to melt into their bedsheets.

"what did you just say?"

you weren't to be dissuaded. "I said, get out. I won't have you hindering my patients' recovery with repeated interrogations. private lopez has given you a more than thorough debriefing."

the fury in alejo's eyes hadn't dimmed. "do you even care? this is important-"

"I said out, Colonel Vargas. now."

alejo blinked, the fury dissipating in his eyes at the cold tone of your voice and the use of his title and last name. he seemed to realize where he was, and just who he was yelling at, and you saw regret start to creep over his features, but you were done.

"querida, I-"

you turned away to hide the tears in your eyes. you knew if you let him apologize like this to you, your resolve would crack, but nothing would be solved. this only cemented the decision you'd been struggling with for the last few weeks.

"get out of my medbay, colonel."

you refused to turn around until you heard the door shut behind you. you squeezed your eyes shut to try and stop the tears falling, grateful that at least your voice hadn't cracked. after checking in on the private, you head to your office to send off an email. you'd been offered a position at a different base, one that had marginally better pay but came with more responsibility. you'd been debating for awhile, and you wanted to decline, but you couldn't stay here and let your heart be shattered into nothing watching as the ghost of valeria garza consumed your boys.

that night, you made your way up to the roof of the base, a bottle of contraband tequila grasped in one hand. you were going to be leaving in 48 hours, and you wanted one last night out here to look at the stars, because you likely wouldn't have the free time in your new position.

unknown to you, rudy had received an email for him to confirm your transfer, and when he saw it, he immediately tried to find you. when he couldn't, he went straight to alejo.

rudy found alejo sitting in his office, staring blankly at the wall with red-rimmed eyes.

"oh." rudy says. "you know, then."

alejo looks up at his second-in-command in confusion. "what do I know, rodolfo?"

rudy's brow furrows. "about the transfer?"

at alejo's blank stare, rudy shoves the printout of the email he'd been sent into alejo's hands. alejo reads it quickly, his complexion paling drastically.

"what?" he gasps, frantic eyes darting up to rudy's heartbroken ones.

"I don't know, hermano," he sighs, rubbing a hand over day-old stubble. "just showed up this afternoon. went looking, but I can't find her."

"did you confirm the transfer?"

alejo's voice is frantic as he leaps to his feet to fully face rudy, paper crumpling in his fist. when rudy shakes his head, alejo breathes a sigh of relief.

"there's still time, then."

the two of them, in agreement, leave the office and begin their search of the base, looking for you. every nook and cranny is searched, and just when they're starting to lose hope, a recruit approaches them, nervous. she explains that she'd occasionally run into you on the roof late at night when she couldn't sleep, and that she thought that she'd seen you heading in that direction.

alejo immediately beelines in that direction, with rudy shouting a thank you over his shoulder as he follows hot on his colonel's heels.

the boys burst onto the roof, only to fall to a stop as they see you sitting there, back hunched and shoulders shaking as soft sobs fill the quiet night air.

alejo lets out a broken whimper, and rudy's eyes start to fill with tears of his own. he can't help himself, and he calls your name.

your back stiffens, sobs tapering off. "g-go away," you stutter, breath hitching as you try to stop crying. of course, they don't listen to you, and you're quite suddenly bracketed on either side by the forms of your best friends, the men you've been in love with for god knows how many years.

resolutely, you stare up at the stars, refusing to look at either of them. they sit in silence for a moment with you, simply pressing close on either side like they can keep you here merely with their presence alone.

"you were going to leave," rudy starts, voice rough. you bite your lip and have to put your entire focus into continuing to stare at the sky, lest you look over at him and break down all over again. "you were going to leave without even saying anything."

you shrug a shoulder, knowing that you couldn't get any words past the lump in your throat if you tried.

"why?" came the broken plea from alejo on your other side. "I-, was it because of what I said? querida, I can't tell you how sorry I am."

you shook your head, because truly, that wasn't the reason why. it might have been the catalyst, but it certainly wasn't the reason. you hoped they'd just stop pressing, but you should've known better. alejo and rudy bled stubbornness.

"talk to us." rudy begs, leaning harder into your side. "please."

alejo isn't one to be left out, reaching out to gently touch your arm. "what do we have to do to make you stay, querida? whatever you want... please."

the broken whisper of please is what breaks you, and with a sob you bury your face in your hands. immediately, alejo is pulling you into his lap and rudy is plastering himself against your back as both of them murmur reassurances and nonsense in hushed whispers as they try to soothe you.

your face is buried in alejo's chest and your hands clutch desperately at his shirt. he's got his lips pressed against the top of your head, and an hand pressed against the small of your back to keep you pressed flush against him, with your thighs bracketing his hips. rudy is just as close, his face tucked in your neck while his hand rubs soothingly along your side, trying to calm your sobs.

together, the three of you sit pressed against each other on the rooftop, the night quiet except for your muffled sobs, and alejo and rudy's hushed voices. you let the ache of loneliness seep out as the tension drains from your body the longer you cry. alejo and rudy refuse to let you cry alone, wrapping themselves so tightly around you that you can't tell where they end and you begin.

eventually, you run out of tears to cry and you fully slump against alejo's chest. silence falls, aside from the white noise of the base still running efficiently, even at night.

“whatever it is, mi corazón, I promise we’ll fix it,” rudy swears, pressing his lips to your neck like he can brand the promise into your skin. alejo makes an agreeing noise in his throat, but you’re already shaking your head.

“I can’t ask that of you.” your voice is hoarse and scratchy from crying. as much as you want to, you know that you can’t ask them to give up the hunt for valeria. you know your boys, and you know if you’d been the one to betray or desert them, they wouldn’t leave a stone unturned trying to find you, so you can’t imagine how they must be feeling for valeria. as much as you hate her, you can understand where your boys are coming from. they love her. you love them. you’d do the same.

alejo makes a wounded noise. “it’s not your job to ask, querida.” he nudges your face up from where it’s buried in his chest, forcing you to make eye contact. “we’ve been horrid to you, especially with valeria and her troops deserting. you don’t deserve that.”

another tear slips out, trailing down your cheek before it’s caught by alejo’s thumb. his dark gaze is earnest, and it only hurts your broken heart more.

“she’s important to you-to you both,” you add when rudy makes a grumbling noise behind you, one that you mistakenly assume is him reminding you that he’s struggling with valeria’s absence too. “I-I wouldn’t want to interfer with that.”

there’s a pause, before rudy is pulling away from where he’d been nestled in your shoulder. “what do you mean?” he asks, and there’s something in his voice that you can’t quite place.

you fall silent, averting your eyes from alejo’s questioning gaze. you can’t look at him-at either of them, can’t stand to see the pity that will inevitably appear in their eyes.

“querida, what are you talking about?” alejo asks, his voice wavering in a way you hadn’t heard since he confessed to you and rudy that he was bi, way back in high school.

you shake your head, unable to force any words past the lump in your throat. as torturous as it is, you want to prolong this as much as possible, you want to just stay wrapped in their arms and forget for a moment that anything’s wrong, that you could lose this at any second. you feel rudy bury his face in your neck again, his arm tightening around you like he can’t bare to let you go, and you let out another sob.

“this is about valeria?” alejo asks, and you can hear venom in his voice. you curl back into rudy, trying to prepare yourself for the rejection that you know is coming, but then alejo continues. “mierda, what did she do to you? did she say something? I swear to god, I’m gonna kill her-”

“ale.”

rudy’s wry voice breaks through alejandro’s unexpected rant. you blink through the tears in your eyes, looking at the way that alejo pouts at being interrupted before what was sure to be a very creative and impressive string of insults. but your brain can’t really process that, not when you’re trying to wrap your head around alejo seemingly not all that broken up over valeria leaving, not in the way you’d expect him to be after the end of a relationship.

“I-I don’t understand-” you whispered, confusion, sorrow, and traitorous hope swirling in your chest. you’d spent so long sure of one kind of reality, now you’re not sure what to do, if it turns out your previous conceptions were false.

“oh, mi amor,” rudy murmurs in your ear, voice soft and affectionate. “we’ve been so stupid.”

you shake your head, already protesting what rudy is trying to say, ready to insist that your boys are anything but stupid, but alejo-with newfound understanding in his eyes-gently grasps your jaw with one hand. “let him finish, ángel.”

“it was never her, amor. it’s always been you.” rudy sighs, long and slow. “we should’ve seen it sooner. we should’ve noticed how manipulative she was.”

“mmhm, poisonous, como una serpiente.”

your head is spinning with the back and forth, your heart fighting against the cage you’d locked it into, trying desperately to get you to believe that this could possibly be true.

still, a thought lingers in your head. “that night, though? at the bar?”

alejo groans, and rudy chuckles wryly against your throat, still tucked in close. “manipulative bitch.” alejo growls, and you can’t help but let out a quiet laugh.

alejo’s eyes soften, tension bleeding from his shoulders as you seem to finally be coming out of the heartbroken state that you’d been in when he and rudy found you.

“I don’t think either rudy or I realized just how much she was isolating you from us until it was almost too late,” alejo says, voice gone soft and sad. “I just wish we knew why.”

you feel heat rush to your cheeks, and you suddenly wish that there was a nearby corner to hide away in. you know exactly why she’d targeted you the way that she did, but you’d rather die than admit it. you’ve already narrowly avoided losing both alejandro and rodolfo to valeria’s machinations and your own insecurities, you couldn’t bear it if you lost them now because your feelings weren’t reciprocated.

unfortunately, alejo and rudy know all your tells, and they quickly pick up on the way you fall quiet and still.

“querida?”

alejo’s looking at you with a suspicious look on his face, and it almost makes you break then and there. he had this way of looking at you, like he could pluck your deepest, darkest secrets from your mind without your permission and lay them bare, open for all to see. but this was one secret you hoped against hope that he’d be able to avoid bringing to light.

“you know,” rudy breathed, his breath ghosting over your neck and making shivers run up your spine. your body was hyper-aware of the way you were pressed between them, and now that you’d come out of the panicked haze, your mind was starting to catch up to what your body was already aware of. “why, cariño? you can tell us.” he pressed a kiss against the sensitive skin just under your ear, and you had to bite harshly at your lip to prevent the whimper from bubbling out of your throat, even as your eyes fluttered shut.

alejo’s fingers trailed gently over your cheek, his thumb coming up to tug gently at where you’d bit harshly into the flesh of your lower lip. his whispered words, a quiet “tell us,” made you open your eyes again. you’d always been helpless to the whims of your boys, and now was no different.

“don’t make me say it, alejandro,” you whispered back, fearing that if you put it into words, it would ruin everything. “please.”

the dawning light in his eyes told you that he knew exactly what you were trying to say, reading between the lines. he got a faraway look on his face, like he was thinking back over every interaction, every moment he and rudy had spent with you for the last couple decades, looking at it all through this new context.

you didn’t have to look at rudy to know he was doing the same, the way he’d stiffened against your back was more than telling. you began to curl in on yourself, already starting to shield yourself against the inevitable rejections that must be coming. this is why you hadn’t wanted to do this, why you were content to lock it away to never see the light of day.

that just meant you were all the more surprised when rudy gripped your jaw, turning your face away from alejo’s and pressing his lips against yours.

you let out a quiet squeak of shock, eyes flying wide open as one of your hands came up to grip at rudy’s sleeve. but instead of pulling away, he merely angled his head, tilting just so, and slotting his mouth more firmly against yours.

god, you should pull away. you should stand up and walk away from this, right now. there was no way this could end well, that this was ever going to bring you anything other than heartbreak. you weren’t lucky enough to get to somehow keep both of them.

but when rudy’s tongue brushed against your upper lip, you let him in with a soft moan, all fight draining out of your body. you weren’t strong enough for this, to deny your heart what it’d been so desperately hoping for for years.

his kiss was languid, slow and sweet and decadent. rudy’s grip softened on your jaw, simply holding you close as he licked into your mouth. you kissed back as best as you could, your mind still spinning as you tried to wrap your head around the fact that rudy was actually kissing you.

eventually, you had to pull back, the need for air too great. your eyes slowly opened to see rudy looking at you with a soft look on his face. you didn’t get the chance to analyze it too much however. rough fingers brushed against your jaw before your face was being turned back towards alejandro, and he was claiming your mouth with a kiss of his own.

alejo’s kiss was starkly different from rudy’s, but not in a bad way. whereas rudy’s kiss reflected his innate kindness and softness, something that even the military hadn’t been able to change in him, alejo’s kiss reflected his own personality, his fierce possessiveness and fiery passion.

he nipped at your lip, taking advantage of your gasp to plunge his tongue into your mouth. it felt like he was trying to devour you, and god you wanted to let him. alejo drew his tongue along yours teasingly, encouraging you to open up further for him. the wet slide of your lips against his was audible over the blood rushing in your ears, and it only made you more desperate.

as alejo was focused on stealing your breath, both literally and figuratively, you could feel rudy pressing up behind you, his hands sliding around your waist. he wasn’t trying to pull you away from alejo, instead just pressing close, like he couldn’t stop touching you now that he had you.

when alejo finally let you breathe, he didn’t let you go far. trailing kisses down your cheek and jaw, nipping and biting before soothing the sting with his tongue. your head tipped back unconsciously baring your throat to his hungry mouth. rudy gently brought your head back to rest against his shoulder as his lips found your ear, whispering utter filth while he wrapped one strong arm around your waist to keep you steady.

“preciosa, how could you think we didn’t want this? do you have any idea how long you’ve tormented us, our every waking moment, our every dream?” as rudy murmured in your ear, alejo found a spot on your neck that made you let out a breathless little gasp, and he latched on with a ferocity that surprised you, sucking a blooming bruise into your neck. “tell me you want this, want us, querida. por favor, tell us. if-if you ask us to walk away, we will, but-”

your eyes flew open, and one of your hands reached back to clutch desperately at rudy’s arm while the other flew up to bury in alejo’s dark hair, keeping them both anchored against you. “don’t-! please!” you gasp out, terrified at the thought of either of them walking away, now or ever.

rudy shushes you quietly, pressing soft fluttery kisses to your cheek as he soothes you. alejo detatches from where he’s been ravaging your neck, and when your eyes meet his, you can see the dark, wicked satisfaction on his face from knowing your neck is now covered in his marks. he’s always been a possessive bastard.

“you’ve always been ours, princesa,” alejo growls, pressing a biting kiss to your lips as his hand comes up to cup your throat. “we’re not leaving. not unless you want us to.”

you shake your head as best you can in alejo’s grip, your head spinning from the revalations and their touch in ways you’d only ever dreamed you’d get to experience. there’s no reason you’d ever want them to leave, and you’re not really sure how to put it into words. so you simply use your grip on alejo’s hair to bring his lips back to yours, keeping him pressed against you for a moment before you turn your head, seeking rudy’s lips out as well.

rudy chuckles against your mouth, indulging you for a moment before pulling back. “as much as I hate to do this, I think we’d be better off in one of our rooms instead of on the roof, yes?”

realizing that you’re still on the roof and that anyone could come up and see the three of you brings some clarity back to your head, clearing some of haze of lust. while you’re sure at least half the soldiers on base would say somthing along the lines of ‘about time!’, it still wasn’t a great idea to get caught in a compromising position by your fellow soldiers.

“yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” you say sheepishly, and rudy can’t help but laugh again before he pulls away and goes to stand. you move to follow him when suddenly you’re swept up off the floor and into the air. you hadn’t seen alejo move, but suddenly he’s got you up off the ground and thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“ALE! PUT ME DOWN!”

your vision is obscured by the back of his shirt and the light denim of his jeans. you brace your hands on his waist and lower back to try and leverage yourself up and off him, but a sharp slap to your ass makes you squeal. rudy’s laughter echoes in the stillness of the air, and you cross your arms petulantly, even as a small smile crosses your lips.

unfortunately, alejandro is disinclined to listen to your pleas, and he proceeds to carry you over his shoulder all the way to his room, with rudy at his side, pushing open doors and checking to make sure the way is clear. miraculously, you don’t run into any other souls during the march across the base, so you’re save the humiliation of your fellow soldiers seeing their Chief Medical Officer thrown over their Colonel’s shoulder while their Sergeant Major just laughs. you’re not sure how’d you would’ve explained this away, anyways.

reaching alejo’s room without issue is a relief, and you half expected him to just set you down once he crossed the threshold, but you had no such luck. instead, he heaved you onto the bed, your body bouncing comically as the blood rushes down from where it had collected in your cheeks from hanging half-upside down. it takes a moment for you to focus, your head spinning a bit as your center of gravity re-orients itself.

when you’re able to move your eyes about without feeling dizzy, your gaze lands on alejo and rudy. alejo is looking at you with a dark look in his eyes, while rudy is turning back from where he’d stepped away to lock the door.

“you look good on my bed, querida.”

you feel your cheeks burn, totally unused to this seductive side of your best friend. you’ve always known alejo as a smooth talker, but suddenly having all of that charm directed squarely on you is throwing you into a tailspin.

alejo wastes no time, stalking forward and grabbing your ankles, roughly pulling you across the sheets towards him. you squeak, and he smirks down at you.

“you’re wearing too many clothes, ángel. we should fix that, don’t you agree, rudy?”

rudy comes to stand at alejo’s right side, his own expression dark and hungry. “best idea you’ve ever had, colonel.”

really, there was ever only one option you could take here, with your boys looking at you the way they were. you bring your trembling fingers up and slowly undo the button on your pants. alejo groans appreciatively, before he begins to tug the fabric down your legs.

rudy, not one to be left out, climbs onto the bed next to you, his nimble fingers quickly undoing the buttons of your shirt, letting the fabric fall open to reveal your chest, bare aside from the fabric of your bra.

you thank the fucking stars that you’d chosen to wear a front-clasp bra, because otherwise you wouldn’t have been treated to the toe-curling sight of rudy flicking open the clasp one handed, your chest quite suddenly and abruptly bared to the chill of the room, nipples pebbling immediately.

“sit up for a second, mi amor,” rudy whispered, a hand between your shoulder blades as he helped you struggle to sit up, just enough for him to pull your shirt and bra off of your shoulders before he slid behind you, letting your bare back rest against his chest. it gives you the perfect view of alejo, on his knees in front of you, having divested you of your pants, socks and shoes, leaving just a pair of panties as the only thing clothing you now.

alejo’s fingers toy with the waistband of your underwear where it rests against your hips. “can I? por favor, querida.”

all you can do is nod, feeling a flutter in your stomach as alejo grins widely like he was a little boy opening a much desired birthday present and not a grown man about to take your fucking panties off.

he wastes no time, pulling the fabric down your thighs and off your legs, tossing it somewhere behind him without a care in the world.

rudy, not wanting to be left out, trails his fingers up your bare stomach before his rough and calloused hands cup your breasts. you let out a gasp, the texture of his palms so different to yours it’s striking.

rudy kneads the flesh of your tits, his thumbs stroking over your nipples as he presses his lips to that spot just underneath your ear, kissing you softly.

“do you know how long I have dreamt about your tits, preciosa? how soft, how sensitive, how utterly perfect they must be?”

it’s all you can do to shake your head, just barely. he chuckles, breath ghosting across your neck in a soft caress.

“I could never have dreamt anything close to this moment, mi amor. you are intoxicating.”

alejo, not to be outdone, adjusts your legs so that they’re hanging over his broad shoulders. he kisses his way up your inner thighs, nipping every so often, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine.

“can I taste you, querida?”

you can’t think, can barely fucking speak, but there was only ever going to be one answer to his question.

“please-!”

alejo was never one to waste time and he certainly wasn’t going to start now. he buries his face in between your legs, tongue stroking through your folds with the eagerness of a man starved. he was quick to wrap his lips around your clit, suckling with just the right amount of pressure to drive you absolutely insane.

you can’t stop the gasps and cries that escape your lips as alejo eats you out with dedicated precision. you’ve never had a man so dedicated to your pleasure before, it’s a wholly new sensation and you really, really like it.

rudy rolls your nipples with the pads of his fingers, getting you to make even more noises, to the point that you’re worried someone is going to hear, which would be absolutely mortifying. but your boys don’t seem to care about little things like noise complaints and keep torturing you with pleasure.

you can feel yourself approaching your peak embarassingly quickly, it’s been far too long since you’ve been up to getting yourself off, and you are not going to last much longer like this.

“‘m gonna come,” you gasp, moaning when alejo seems to double down in his efforts to push you over the edge. you tilt your head, brushing your nose against rudy’s jaw as you unconsciously seek him out.

always a people-pleaser, your rodolfo is quick to press his lips to yours, kissing you softly even as he plays with your tits and alejo continues to devour your cunt.

you come suddenly, with a sharp cry. your back arches, and rudy is quick to wrap one of his arms around your waist to hold you steady as your hips rock against alejo’s face as your orgasm washes over you in waves. alejo continues to suckle your clit throughout your release, prolonging it far longer than you’d have imagined to be possible, and it’s all you can do not to scream as you fall over the edge in to mindless oversensitivity.

finally, just when you’re about to tip over the edge from pleasure into pain does alejo sit up, hands stroking your trembling thighs as he lets you come down.

rudy is pressing kisses along your neck, one arm still secure around your waist as the other just mindlessly toys with your tits.

“fuck, querida. do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?”

you blearily look at alejo just sitting between your thighs, mouth shiny and slick with your come, and you desperately reach for him with grasping hands. he eagerly follows, letting you pull him up so you can steal a kiss, moaning from the taste of your juices on his tonuge.

alejo kisses you slow, languid and deep, hand cupping your face even as rudy restarts his mission to leave a million hickeys on your neck. all you can see, hear, feel, are your boys, and the emotion that swells in your heart is impossible to put into words.

“te amo, mis amores.”

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

I found like six different Harry Potter fics in my Google docs.

1- Fem!Harry who is the demigod child of Pan that was born from ritual I came up with after being very annoyed by the crossovers I was seeing. It included a lot of badass women, a werewolf demigod and chaos. Oh and a crossover with Astoria: Fate’s Kiss in which some demigods from Wizarding families are actually children blessed by the gods who woke the magic in them to give them a third parent so Hera has her first demigod.

2- A new history teacher comes to Hogwarts who is related to Harry. It’s his first year and then I wrote an entire ‘lesson’ for her where she describes what a ‘core’ is and had fun.

3- KHR/HP crossover with Fem!Harry being given love potions in fifth year that results in a pregnancy and her running away to Italy where she finds her half brother Xanxus

4- The Magic Lords AU which was a ‘time travel Golden Trio go back in time to fix things’ and was very much a ‘I love these stupid tropes but I wanna have fun with them’ which included a Lordship for Harry, some bashing (based on the idea it’s mostly trauma causing the negative actions of some people) and soulmates.

5- the rewrite of Haven Raised

6- an AU where Harry is actually adopted and got stolen from his Squib mother who could speak to snakes. The Potters were unaware he’d been kidnapped by their adoption agent but decided to search out his mother because they felt the guy was weird, then they died. Oh and she lives in Havenfall.

[devilsrecreation]

So I watched the new episode of HB and a certain part of a certain scene (not spoiling it jic) reminded me of this song by Pat Razket, which brought me back to an idea I had for my TLG Pirate AU

Let’s say the spirit of Captain Scar has caused chaos around the village and he manages to shift the blame to Janja, Reirei, and Kiburi’s crew, as his crimes are akin to something they would do. This gets all three crews arrested and, due to their criminal record, sentenced to death even though they had nothing to do with Scar’s crimes. Neither captain could bear seeing their beloved crew-mates/only family die before them over something innocent so they all do the unthinkable….

they sacrifice themselves instead.

Even though they can’t get the King to believe that Captain Scar is back from the dead, Janja, Reirei, and Kiburi manage to convince the King not to execute their crew since they were only following their orders. No one will listen to them so this is the best they can do

The day arrives and despite the crews begging for mercy, all three captains are on the stand, nooses around each of their necks with the whole town watching them…including Ushari and the other former pirates (i.e Pua and the OG hyena trio). Even Captain Makuu and his crew are there, disagreeing with the whole thing. They each tell their crews to take care of themselves and each other and that they love them. Janja then turns to Reirei and Kiburi and tells them how even though they were enemies at sea, but they were still the greatest pirates he’s ever met and with that, they all agree to accept their fate

U N T I L… Jasiri runs in at the last minute and yells for everything to stop

[disillusioneddanny]

Spread the Love Fic Recs <3

There's been a bunch of negativity lately and I think that means we as a fandom need to spread some love around. If you get tagged please add some fics that you think deserve more love, only request is that they aren't insanely popular fics (think like fics with less than 50k hits) this way we can get some other fics out there for others to read and enjoy!!

1.) Premeditation by Chromatographic (Lia)

The problem is that so few people are even able to see what the problem really is. The problem is that things that manage to find the balance on the knife’s edge of life are so, so hard to kill. The problem, Jasmine Fenton realizes, two weeks after she moves into Gotham, is one that almost no one, in any dimension or realm, is able to solve. The problem is simply put, though, even if it’s almost impossible. The problem is this: The Joker is a Halfa.

this fic has the hardcover ship (Jazz/Jason) and everlasting trio (danny/sam/tucker) it's beautifully written and keeps you on the edge of your seat as you watch the story progress. Absolutely amazing. The writing is just amazing, Chroma sucks you in with beautiful storyline that just blows my mind. And the ending is just absolutely perfect!

2.) Halves by TourettesDog

Jason wasn't sure why Dick thought it was a good idea to drag him along with Tim to Amity Park. His brother seemed to think the strange case would offer a decent opportunity to bond-- without Gotham (and Bruce) close at hand, perhaps it wasn't the worst idea he'd ever had. Unfortunately, Amity Park is far stranger than Dick anticipated, and Jason hasn't quite been himself since they arrived. Going to FentonWorks for answers was their first big mistake.

honestly one of my favorite fics atm, I just love Gothamites going to Amity Park, i'm just such a sucker for the idea and we just don't see it enough so this fic is just my dream come true!

3.) Pitch-Dark Shades by SummersSixEcho

Danny Fenton is trying to build a new life in Gotham after closing up the connections to the Ghost Zone. Not that all connections are entirely broken, still being able to perceive shades and give them strength when he connects to one of their prized objects. Tim Drake is trying to find his own place in the world, focusing on becoming a better detective by solving cold cases in his spare time. When Tim and Danny meet, a new (begrudging) partnership starts to bloom to solve even the hardest of cases. Or it would if only they told each other the truth.

I truly just love Danny and Tim together in literally any kind of capacity. They just cause so much chaos together and it's amazing. This fic is just absolutely lovely and the prose is amazing. Summers fics are truly enrapturing and just pull you in so easily.

4.) Beneath A Different Light by AKelaNakamura, SummersSixEcho, TourettesDog

When a convergent event hits unexpectedly, Damian and Danny find themselves in the last place they’d expected: In the body of the twin they’d thought long dead. With the after effects still coursing through them and danger lurking in both cities, the brothers must figure out who they can trust—all while slowly learning about the life their twin has led without them. Or, none of these bastards can catch a break.

Demon twins. Just--just Demon Twins my beloved. This fic is two chapters in and i'm just so utterly in love with it. Summers, Akela, and Dog are just a match made in heaven when it comes to cowriting a fic. The fic just yanks you in so easily and you find yourself thinking about it even after reading the fic. Just a wonderful fic!

5.) Come Little Children by Die_Erlkonigin6083

American Chestnuts were once one of the most important trees along the East Coast. The blight destroyed most of them, but not all of them. There was one chestnut tree, one that entranced a child, and then, what it wrought, enchanted an entire city or two

YALL when i tell you that the storytelling in this is absolutely breathtaking I'm serious. This fic has brought a tear to my eye because of just how beautifully it's written. It's got cool fantasy aspects to it, it's based off of an old fairy tale, it's just so amazing and it's one of my favorite fics to reread if i'm having a bad day. Just truly a lovely fic.

Now, I would like to see @halfagone @spite-sapphic-starlight @noir-renard and @midnightenigma recommend some of their favorite fics if they're willing <3333 let's spread some more love in this fandom!

also even if you aren't tagged--please feel free to recommend any fics you enjoy!!

[judgmental-eyebrows]

I’ve seen so much excellent gethan discourse, I need to throw this little idea into the ring.

Imagine that Ethan comes meandering back to town in season 6. He escaped from the Initiative awhile back, and decided it would be fun to come and annoy his best friend ex boyfriend former partner in crime Giles. Y’know. As a lover of chaos magic does.

But Giles has left, gone back to England. So, Ethan runs across Buffy and has a Thought. Maybe he thinks that if word gets back to Giles that he’s hanging around his Slayer he’ll come back, or he wants to prove something to Giles, or it’s just too good of a chance to pass up. He could lie, and say that he’s there because Giles told him to keep an eye out, but who would believe that?

So Ethan stays in Sunnydale and proclaims himself to be Buffy’s new unofficial Watcher.

It solves more problems than it causes, which is weird for everyone:

The trio of evil nerds are dealt with very quickly—they’re amateurs, and their work is just uninspiring.

Rack leaves town, having had a run in (that he does NOT wish to repeat) with Ethan years ago.

Willow’s still a bit shaky with the magic from time to time, but she, Tara, and Anya are so busy keeping him from stealing supplies from the Magic Box that she really doesn’t have much of a chance to do any major spells.

Xander has an honest talk with Anya after Ethan sprinkles hexed glitter in his work gloves.

While Buffy is really not pleased that Ethan is so persistent in sticking around, social services have been suspiciously absent lately… but it probably has nothing to do with Ethan standing outside her house and muttering something about “ignorance” and “overlooking”, while waving his hands, right?

Ethan is delighted by Buffy and Spike—they get into the best sort of trouble together. As he tells Buffy, he’s always had a soft spot for a bad boy, especially one with such pretty eyes. Spike’s flattered, and Buffy’s not sure if Ethan is seriously flirting with her vampire (and looking for a broken nose), or trying to irritate her. Either way, she’s not taking any chances.

When Giles returns (for whatever reason—Anya and Xander’s successful wedding? In expectation of the spring apocalypse?) he’s flabbergasted to see Ethan sipping his good liquor at the Magic Box.

“Ah hello, love,” Ethan says smoothly. “Since you left so abruptly and without instructions, I presumed custody over the various children. Join me for a drink?”

Dawn and Anya protest the most at being referred to as children, Spike says something about the number of British gents in the room, and Buffy flings her arms around her stunned Watcher’s neck.

“You have no idea how glad I am to see you. He’s the most annoying, obnoxious man I’ve ever met!”

“Yeah,” Xander pipes in, “and she’s dating Spike.”

“Speaking of dating…” Willow starts. “How come you never told us that you and Ethan—?”

And with that, Rupert Giles turns and leaves. He’ll come back in about five minutes, in the hopes that it was all an elaborate daydream.