#i might make more rambles for Topaz

[pineconedrop]

(Quick heads up, I will be comparing the characters to real mushrooms, just because I’ve done research and I would like to use it. The characters don’t necessarily have to look like the specific mushroom I’m comparing them to. I mean, their aliens, have fun lol)

ANYWAYS Pine Rambles :D. You know the drill

So this is mostly gonna be about Pine & Topaz (their ex girlfriend).

So while doing my research on parasitic mushrooms, I found a mushroom that I want Topaz to be similar to. It’s called a honey mushroom (or armillaria mellea if you wanna be fancy). They look like this:

These mushrooms will attach themselves to living trees and feed off of them. They will continue to do this even after the tree has died. (It’s also harmful to humans if digested so don’t eat please)

Since Topaz (like many of the mortifers) has gone to work for Rez, she can use dark star power. I might make a separate post of what exactly she can do, but for now I’m gonna talk about this. So she’ll can “attach” herself to a creature, slowly draining them as a way to sustain herself as she helps spread dark star power. This ends up with the creature dead eventually, but she can continue to pull from them for up to a month until the body is completely rotted.

This is important later I swear.

So after Pine finally settles on Earth (two years after coming to Earth) and actually finds a home they can live in, they start having dreams where Topaz will visit them (similar to how Rez would come to Lunar in his dreams in TLAES). Most of these dreams are Topaz trying to convince Pine to join her. Though after a while, Topaz starts changing. Since dark star power corrupts a person, Topaz’s methods of convincing change. She starts to manipulate Pine’s dreams into nightmares, constantly bringing up their family and the destruction of their planet. She threatens to hurt anyone that gets close to them, which is why Pine (at first) tries to not form a relationship with Lunar (starting out with a friendship). Topaz never physically hurts them (at least, not a lot), as she still kinda cares about them.

When the two do get close, Topaz repeatedly threatens to attach herself to Lunar and drain him if they don’t join her. To stop this from happening, Pine instead attaches themselves to Lunar. (They basically form a mycorrhizal relationship with him. For them it’s a little different than the mushroom helping the tree to get nutrients and the other way around.) This is around the time the two start dating as that’s the time Pine gets worried Topaz will go through with the threats.

Instead of telling Lu exactly why they’re doing this, they hide it under the guise that this is just something their species does when forming a relationship with another (they really don’t want to worry him about what’s been going on with them, and a bunch of other reasons.)

What this does is connect the two more. With Lunar, he is able to see their emotions better. Even though most can already tell what a mortifer is feeling if they have talked to you before, this doubled. When Pine is feeling a certain emotion, there will be a colored aura around them that Lunar can see. Like if they’re happy, yellowish sparkles will form around them. He can also feel their pain if it’s bad, like a broken arm or something.

With Pine, they can feel Lunar’s emotions more, though not in the same way. Since Lunar is an animatronic and can easily hide his emotions from others, they can tell when he’s feeling a certain way, but they aren’t always sure (kinda like when you know someone really well and can read them easier). Pine can feel most of his pain, like if he stubbed his toe or smth.

This action stops Topaz (as they don’t want to kill Pine) for the moment.

[sampoenjoyer]

Aventurine and the Masked Fools: An Uncut Ramble of a Mad Man With Bad Sleep

OKAY I'VE WANTED TO TALK ABOUT THIS FOR AGES SO HERE GOES: Aventurine being invited to join the masked fools is so awesome. Like just, genuinely so so so awesome. I LOVE THE MASKED FOOLS, THEIR EASILY MY FAVORITE FACTION IN GAME, AHA IS MY FAVORITE AEON. I've been big into their lore since 1.0 but for a lot of non-masked fool fans Penacony was an introduction to the masked fools for a lot of people.

I think they did great, AND HERE'S WHY. During Penacony we get to see Sampo and Sparkle, what I'd say are the two opposite ends of the masked fools:

Sparkle is a genuinely chaotic evil type of character; she enjoys suffering, she finds pleasure in the pain she causes right. She just likes messing with people in often the most cruel ways, and revels in the chaos. She is the most heinous and evil type of masked fool (and its really cool I love a good chaotic evil). She also appears to be how a lot of the Galaxy views the masked fools: as these evil weirdos who make no sense.

On the other hand, you get Sampo. Now, big lore enthusiasts have been theorizing he's a masked fool since like day 1, and it was confirmed back in the version Topaz came out in (I wanna say 1.4 but I might be wrong). But he's the exact opposite: he views those who find their elation through suffering (like Sparkle) to be distasteful. He doesn't like them, and it almost seems like he looks down/dislikes MOST of the other masked fools. Sure, he is all for going against the law, a little petty crime, some fun chaos, but he clearly has boundaries; he never seriously harms anyone, he never does any really horrific crimes, and we know he's good with kids. In fact, he enjoys playing with Hook and the other moles. He's a chaotic neutral sure but overall he's probably a positive force to Belobog. (Also I have a theory that he orchestrated most of the Belobog plot to take down Cocolia and save it but its not technically canon so yknow).

NOW WE GET TO THE DECISION TO THE FACT AVENTURINE WAS INVITED TO JOIN.

Now I'm gonna explain something a lot of people don't get about the Masked Fools; they are not purely chaotic, they do have a basic ideology, they believe life is meaningless and thus one should have as much elation in their lives as possible. BASICALLY: LIFE IS POINTLESS, HAVE FUN. Which each Masked Fool we've met interprets differently. The other aspect of the Masked Fools is often, NOT ALWAYS BUT OFTEN the ideology attracts people desperate, depressed by life, destroyed in some way. And they tend to reach out to these people as well; it makes sense, if your life has been miserable suffering for no reason, then yeah that would appeal.

AND AVENTURINE IS ONE OF THE BEST APPEAL TO SHOW THIS WITH. His life is horrific, tragedy after tragedy, loss after loss, his freedom almost always out of his hands; he's lived a terrible life that he really never had control in. And prior to the ending of 2.2 he didn't believe he had anyone like truly anyone there for him.

So the Masked fools call out to him, and I think this was a great way to show the masked fools to a lot of more casual fans too: immediately you can connect the dots a lot of them probably were miserable or had horrible lives. Hell I haven't read Sparkle's lil character stories but from my understanding her life was/is pretty damn terrible. It also helps with Aventurine's character; he doesn't want to view life as meaningless, despite the fact he's clearly suicidal, he clearly sees a point in life. My mutual has much better explained it but yeah he connects much more to the preservation than you might initially think. Also ignoring the iffy elements of it I think having Sparkle and Aventurine interact so much was a smart decision thematically, as though this hopelessness the Masked Fools embrace is clawing at Aventurine, trying to lure him in, encapsalate him, and yet it doesn't. He finds a purpose, a will to live, he realizes he does have people who care for him ITS GREAT.

ANWYAYS RAMBLE OVER I JUST NEEDED TO GET THAT OUTTA MY BRAIN HOPEFULLY IT MAKES SOME SENSE.

[totaleclipse573]

So, I was watching the new Bad Guys dub and there's a panel that slightly shows that scar thingy on Starline's hand and I'm thinking about it again. Let's theorize, shall we? What do we think it is? Where did it come from? When did it happen? Does it still hurt?

I saw that too >:D

Ahaha. Ramble incoming. I am so so normal about the subject of his scar. Sorry not sorry XD

Something I noticed about that panel, the scar looks slightly less visible than before? Either because it’s healed (meaning it can be healed,) or just because you can’t see it well enough to truly tell. Personally I hope it’s a permanent scar. (Listen I can explain-)

My current running theory is that it was caused by the energy of the Warp Topaz. We don’t know exactly where that thing came from or what it’s FULLY capable of, explanation wise. And I don’t think we ever will get one, sadly.

I want the Topaz to have some kind of damaging effect that lasts. We’ve seen before that Starline has neglected his own basic needs and health (such as sleep) just for the sake of getting something done

Who’s to say he didn’t notice any effects the topaz could’ve had on him? And who’s to say he would stop because of it? He wouldn’t! Maybe his glove was made of some kind of material that was supposed to MAYBE stop that injury from happening to him? But didn’t. And I have a panel to prove that little glove theory!

“The components of my glove were built after countless hours of careful testing” he says. Perhaps even to withstand something, hmm?

Did he quit because of that? Of course not. It doesn’t matter to him, it’s a strange little mentality of his that I personally find SO interesting.

For the when, I can’t really think of a specific time. It wasn’t at first, but it also wasn’t too later on. The scar looks pretty bad in that one panel, like it’s been there, untreated, for a little while now. You get what I mean? Like, look at it.

So, make of that what you will.

Does it still hurt. Hmm. That’s really a tricky one to answer. He doesn’t really show many signs of it hurting? I have to wonder if that’s for a reason, or if it just doesn’t hurt anymore unless bothered or something. In one panel, they look like burn marks, almost. But later on in bad guys, we see it looks like a scar. As someone with a permanent injury scar, I can say from experience that scars don’t really hurt unless you like. Overly specific example : somehow manage to crash into something in a way that makes direct contact with that scar. That hurts for DAYS (Or, I guess depending on the injury?) That’s my extremely messy take 😅

I really think Starline was a more interesting character than people often regard him as. Maybe it’s because he was killed off 💀 But I wished they could have at least some what dove into the whole deal with the scars/burn markings. You can’t just PUT THAT THERE AND THEN NOT SAY ANYTHINGGGGG

Thank you, for letting me ramble about duck man (I’d love to hear any theories you might have also!)

[starknife-starmimi]

Any headcanons for our lovely mess of a ship?

(/positive, lol)

Gaia, they are more of a mess than my life sometimes /lh /silly

(cracks knuckles)

How do I explain that For The Record from 36 Questions is so them coded /rhe

OKAY, SO HEADCANONS

- Starline originally started flirting with Mimic just to get under his skin and further attempt to manipulate him. It went from "Oh, I'm just messing with him" to "Oh no, I might actually like him." VERY QUICKLY.

- Though neither of them admitted to anything for a while because if Denial is a river in Egypt, then they are an entire ocean. It's an absolute slow burn.

- Mimic is probably a tsundere, I'm not sorry /lh

- Starline refuses to let Mimic treat his own injuries. Despite not being a medical doctor, Starline has a lot of experience in bandaging his own wounds from back when he had the Warp Topaz.

- Mimic will tease the fuck out of Starline. He loves to see him blush and trip over his words. It's adorable and pathetic to him.

- I imagine Starline really enjoys slow dancing. Meanwhile, Mimic has practically no experience in it. He did get a little better at it more their relationship went on.

- Mimic is the big spoon, Starline is the little spoon. It rarely switches.

- Starline is PETTY. If him and Mimic get into an argument, Starline will give him the silent treatment for however long he lasts until he realizes he is starved touch and needs affection.

Yeah, Starline is touch starved and affection starved.

- Mimic is strong enough to pick up and carry Starline. Meanwhile, Starline can't do the same without the Tricore.

-Starline kept procrastinating on telling Mimic about his Imposter Syndrome project. He was confident that Surge and Kit would end up more like co-workers to them. He was not expecting to accidentally make him and Mimic fathers. They have no idea what they're doing, but they try.

- Mimic is the only force trying to keep Starline on a decent sleep schedule and prevent him from accidentally starving himself.

- Starline will become flustered by even the slightest touch. He is an absolute wreck even before him and Mimic get together.

- Mimic loves hearing the sound of Starline's voice and will take any excuse to listen to him ramble. Even if that means going through his video recordings without his permission sometimes.

Starline has had to change the password to his computer so many times.

[stagehunt]

some  quick  and  rambling  thoughts  about  2.2  that  are  actually  timely  for  once  yippee      *  only  talking  about  aven  centric  things  here  but  100%  come  scream  and  cry  with  me  about  everything + everyone  else  bc  i  am  still  totally  reeling 

getting  my  biggest  concern  out  of  the  way  first,     aven’s  current  standing  with  the  ipc.  i  was  working  with  the  assumption  that  while  most  of  what  aven  did  in  penacony   ( his  scheming  in  order  to  smuggle  jade’s  cornerstone  into  the  family’s  territory  +  keep  his  own  on  his  person,   making  some  light  attempts  at  negotiation  with  the  family  to  ensure  there  was  not  a  simpler  course  of  action  that  the  ipc  could  take  before  things  started  to  get  chaotic,   messing  with  the  auctioned  items  &  econ  etc )   all  went  very  smoothly  in  accordance  with  a  pre-approved  plan,   but  that  luring  acheron  out  to  confront  him  was  a  decision  he  made  on  the  fly  that  only  ratio  was  fully  aware  of  /  alternatively  figured  out  on  his  own  before  it  actually  happened     —    what  with  her  presence  in  penacony  being  uninvited  and  his  comment  about  ratio  catching  on  quickly.  however.  i  do  think  that  the  strategic  investment  dept  at  least  predicted  that  he  would  use  the  penacony  assignment  as  an  opportunity  to  find  an  “out”  for  himself  and  in  the  aftermath,   most  definitely  understood  what  he  had  tried  to  accomplish.  they  let  him  believe  that  freedom  might  just  be  attainable,   whether  to  test  him  or  simply  torment  him  i  don’t  know,   but  he  has  very  evidently  not  escaped  the  ipc  and  they  were  never  going  to  let  it  happen. 

almost  funny  how  reminiscent  this  is  of  the  conversation  between  topaz  and  aven  when  he  was  first  teased  in  game.  i  believe  jade  is  most  definitely  rubbing  it  in  his  face  here  that  his  only  gains  were  for  the  company’s  sake  and  not  anything  personal  or  meaningful    –   there’s  a  quiet  apprehension  that  she  does  know  exactly  what  he’d  been  thinking  he  may  be  able  to  achieve  with  his  grand  death  in  play,   and  also  that  he  has  a  little  more  to  answer  for  than  simply  breaking  the  cornerstone  and  tapping  into  the  emanators  power.  it  will  go  punished,   he’s  already  evidently  been  pulled  from  the  assignment,   but  i  don’t  think  that  this  will  be  a  reason  for  them  to  use  their  power  and  have  him  executed.  if  only  because  jade   ( and diamond )   isn’t  very  likely  to  act  on  that  threat  until  her  “investment”  in  aventurine  has  turned  all  of  the  profit  that  it  can,   or  he  steps  too  blatantly  out  of  line.

found  this  dialogue  very  interesting  too.  naturally,   aven  isn’t  interested  in  high - risk  low - reward  bets  and  he  knows  that  almost  anything  he  puts  on  the  line  right  now  would  be  inconsequential.  the  ipc  will  not  elinquish  control  of  him  nor  alter  the  agreement  he  made  with  jade     —    it  feels  like  him  being  subtly  put  back  in  his  place  beneath  all  of  the  pretenses  of  their  conversation.  noting  that  he  hasn’t  forgotten  jade  holds  that  power  to  have  him  killed  when  she  pleases,   betting  his  life  in  the  very  next  breath  regardless,   all  the  while  they  are  not  using  the  voice  changers  we’ve  seen  in  official  meetings  before:   jade  doesn’t  have  full  control  over  what  happens  to  him  in  regards  to  the  cornerstone,  but  this  is  purely  between  she  and  him.

*     i’ll  probably  still  write  up  an  au  verse  in  which  aven  did  successfully  fake  his  death  at  that  point  in  2.1  since  a  fair  bit  of  plotting  has   revolved  around  this  general  assumption  that  he’s  won  his  freedom  already,   so  dw  about  that

anyway  moving  onto  more  assorted  things:

argenti  and  aven    …     if  we  don’t  get  any  additional  information  about  them   ( which  i’m  certain  we  will )   i  am  begging  for  plots  +  dynamics  because  i  love  the  energy  of  their little  throwaway  comments  about  each  other  and  i  just ???  think  they  could  be  a  really  fun  duo  to  play  around  with.  what  was  that  about.

boothill and aven … i sincerely sincerely hope we get to see them actually teaming up now and while i’m assuming that would take the form of aven fulfilling the role of an informant to him while still returning to pier point with the ipc, i’m also living for the idea of him going mia and hunting down oswaldo with boothill starting immediately fdgkjh something i was talking to layla about just before the update dropped was how aven speaks of wanting to make his family proud of him before they can be reunited — in his mind he has a lot to reconcile himself with, a lot that he has to make up to them. there are many different ways he could go about doing so and revenge is not the best one but i can see him believing that taking oswaldo out would be a good start, as well as one of the first things he can do for himself in a long, long time. i for one think he MORE THAN deserves to take revenge anyway.

ena.   this  is  more  of  an  interesting  little  observation  than  a  solid  take  on  anything  because  i’m  frankly  too  eepy  to  keep  rambling  for  much  longer  but  trust  i’ll  touch  back  on  the  subject  again  later   dfkjghd   anyway.   given  the  implications  that  sigonia  was  likely  a  planet  under  ena’s  gaze  despite  not  acknowledging  the  aeons   (  what  looks  like  the  planet  being  seen  in  their  art,  sigonia’s  history  lining  up  somewhat  well  with     “the ancient planets that once fervently worshiped order would shine briefly before their total collapse...  perhaps this is the "path" of these planets.”    and  most  obviously  their  eye  being  a  mirror  image  of  the  avgin’s )   AND  thinking  back  to  sunday’s  question  to  aven  about  whether  or  not  he  had  the  ability  to  read  /  tamper  with  or  manipulate  people’s  minds     …     i  just  find  it  very  interesting  that  when  the  puppets  emotional  dials  were  locked  under  the  influence  of  the  order,  that  was  represented  with  ena’s  eyes ??? yeah idk where i'm going with this one either but stay tuned

[00uroboros]

The hsr x ALNST au…

Those are my 2 current hyperfixations and I have a whole au already, planned everything, which round & songs for which characters, etc etc

I hope u don’t mind me rambling here about it (and the ships in there Ig)

In the au Robin and Sunday don’t know they’re siblings (or at least Robin doesn’t, but Sunday suspects she might be)

Acheron and Boothill are friends (I know, crazy)

As for the actual characters:

Mizi = Robin (I think that makes sense, since both of them are the ‘stars’)

Sua = Topaz (I don’t remember her backstory too well, but I feel like after all she’s been through, she’d only have a sweet spot for that one person, just like Sua)

Till = Dan Heng (the anger issues come from the dragon instinct or whatever, Idk how to call that. And no, he doesn’t have a crush on Robin, but she was the first person in the Garden to show him kindness, and he adores her and her optimism)

Ivan = Blade (tbh I don’t have much to say, I assume it’s understandable)

Luka = Sunday (yeah… pretty angelic-like manipulative men… with a good voice…)

Hyuna = Boothill (they both are very chill and got some robotic parts instead of their actual bodies, so… As for Hyuna’s brother, in au it’s actually Acheron who got killed when they were young)

As for the story, it’s pretty much the same, I tried to get hsr characters that match those of alnst, so the story is similar too.

Hope that wasn’t too much for you to read >.<

And have a good day ^^

aughhhhh AUGHHHHH wait hyuna boothill is cool ….tbh my au is more of just the setting and i didnt rlly think of the charas as 1:1 correspondence to the og alnst cast.. i just wanted to draw my fav halovian sibs. maybe when i get time i was gna put ratio and aventurine into another round.. and then maybe gallagher. i like the idea of him being like luka except he likes to steal aegyo moves from his victims and now theres a 40 year old man on the alien stage doing heart hands for the audience. this really was our alien stage

[milksnake-tea]

"IN BOOTHILLS DEFENSE HES NOT A TAX COLLECTOR SO HE GETS MORE LEEWAY OBVIOUSLY" 😂 love the way you phrased that and the fact that it's basically the truth makes it so much funnier to me (now Topaz will always be "The Tax Collector" in my mind)

Actually now that I think about it (with the leaks and all), the future quests sound like it'll be something like "The Cowboy, The Emanator and the Tax Collectors" (does Boothill not know how to do taxes and that's why he's got a grudge against the IPC??)

Either way, to each their own indeed! It's perfectly fine to dislike a character because you just don't vibe with them :) I was mostly surprised by just how vitriolic some comments were towards her character. I saw things like "she's on such a high horse and she's an evil mastermind scammer" and trying to find proof in the game to support that statement, etc. I just find it pretty sad when people feel like they have to find evidence to justify simply not liking an aspect of a story.

Anyway, sorry for rambling again 😅

THE T IN TOPAZ STANDS FOR TAX COLLECTOR !!!! SHES THE ONLY ONE ILL OPEN MY DOOR FOR (boothill is writhing in pain at this statement)

BUT DAMN BRO :((( I DIDNT SEE THOSE COMMENTS ALL I SAW WERE THE COLONIZER ONES BUT DAMN ??? topaz being on a high horse is crazy like she had good intentions just really not slay execution 😭😭 like imma say it rn might be controversial but let me tell u that ppl wouldn't have been that vicious to her if she were a dude 🌝🌝 u might hate me for saying it but its true

ALSO DW ABT RAMBLING LMAO ITS FINEEEE IM A YAPPER TOO WE CAN YAP TOGETHER

[tthegoldentouch]

Icymi but also a little rambling about stuff I added here ( let me have this, I've spent more time w a dictionary writing this than I have in my last two years of highschool) and also bc I thought more writing this than I did any essay in my academic life 😔😔😔😔

1. The parchment shaped wall clock was supposed to be based on. This curio. I was so entraces by its design I pictured how something similar would look like as a clock (and yes this is a curio but it's weird looking enough that you can find it in some empty cardboard boxes or in the trash)

2. The soup made with nettle leaves- is inspired from Cignidaki zumi— an actual Romani dish, soup made with stinging nettle leaves. I found a bunch of romani recipes but this one really caught my eye bc we have stinging nettle plant here I didn't know u can eat them until now.

3. The pink diamond bit is from the jade's timeline thing hsr posted a while ago ofc, I wanted to see a follow up on it and didn't get it so I made my own reality. I don't think finding out his birthday would take jade much effort bc A. The reports mention the avgin extinction being on their religious festival kakava and. His name is kakavasha. B. But other than that, checking his files (esp in the beginning) I like to think the system is advanced enough that it automatically concerts various dating systems and such (they're modern Enough to have the synesthesia beacon)

4. The corundum stone (god BLESS finding a stone similar to his eyes took YEARS OFF MY LIFE) it has other colors? Don't worry. Hsr has better gemstones. We can't even get the diamonds from Uranus.

5. I have.... negative feelings about jade, if you couldn't tell. I tried not to make her like a completely evil lady, but given how she did call him to "talk" post penacony main quest in canon (it had layers too) I like to think between his whole thing in penacony and later actions she thought he might need a reminder. And shed know to pick a good time.

6. virtually no way for the reader to know his personal info if he doesn't give them UNLESS she knows someone like Jade. Had they asked topaz, she'd tell them that he doesn't like it (bc the stonehearts' birthdays and such are an occasion for a party/dinner/ etc, upper class socializing stuff (that is important to the business and cause) but aventurine doesn't do THAT even tho he does throw those necessary parties anyway. So it's obvious that he. Doesn't like celebrating it at least if nothing else. Later scrapped that cuz.... that's a lot of thinking

7. I thought of adding the catcakes bc cats (pets) are a great source of comfort for So many people. And they're incredibly good at sensing human emotions. And (canonically) they're said to be as intelligent as a 6 year old so. The catcakes remind him of food when aventurine is lost in his thoughts (and it doesn't feel like it's pleasant), to distract him and direct him towards a task. They all gather around him when he starts drinking bc while they likely don't understand the concept of drinking well they DO know he's distressed, so keeping him company to help him. They'd be a little freaked out to see him emotional I imagine, bc that's not something they ever saw (hence the immediate nervous attempt at comforting by nuzzling into him) I looked up how real cats act to write this and now I want a kitty do bad 😞😔

I also like. Didn't keep them in focus at all bc like....he's not in the headspace to think about them much. But they keep showing up bc that IS his family, too .

8. Dismissing a comforting smell as a potion seems something he'd do. There's actually an all good potion ( consumable) in hsr and while THAT one didn't end up in the market there's def similar stuff already. I imagine something that makes hospital food feel comforting for the patients would be popular, hence that conclusion

9. Kakavasha's shoes . I actually thought they were different when I wrote this but later realized that they seem ....to be modified. Mended maybe? But yeah. Only a pair of shoes

10. His mother smells of creosote bush. This species is found in the deserts of southwestern North America, and is said to smell of the desert rain. For a child who was blessed by rain on his birth day I think his mother likely smelt of rain, too.

11. I wanted to add in a scene with Aventurine's secretary to show she really NEVER looks at his eyes because they're. Usually seen as freaky and odd by people. And paired with the discomfort itself, she'd naturally be more careful to not do that to not offend him (him being her boss and. Because he knows how everyone sees them.) not like that's what HE wants, but what she assumes. But I decided to scrap that lol

12. Also he only managed to cry that much bc he was inebriated lol I don't think he'll ever cry like that otherwise (plus his house is empty so he doesn't have to hide it(

And I wrote down about him still remembering the painful memories with his family (while he tries to forget the extinction event desperately) bc he needs to Preserve their memory and spent like 10 minutes thinking about it preservation.... preservation....

But anyway that's about it!!

Happy Birthday, Aventurine!!

“Aventurine always tries not to remember. He's never synced the Sigonian calendar system to check the date in trailblaze calendar, never makes the mistake of dwelling on the memories surrounding this day— even when he's too drunk to remember his own name. Done everything possible to not acknowledge it; because this day feels like nothing but a curse to him.

Unfortunately, Jade has now ensured that he never gets to forget his birthday, again.”

Pairing: Aventurine x reader

Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Comfort in the end to compensate for everything else ❤️ Reader is not physically present in the fic (they're not dead it's ok)

wc: 3.3k

Aventurine was abruptly interrupted by a knock on the door just as the sun began to slant westward.

With a sigh, he puts down the pen and glances at the wall clock. The hands on the parchment-shaped monstrosity read 1 pm, but his eyes are drawn back to the purple tongue protruding from its massively extended mouth. Seriously, where does Stelle find these items? "An ugly, purple parchment shaped wall clock that looks like it's ready to eat people"— isn't something most people would think to give him, to say the least. But that's the thing—it was Stelle.

She claimed to have found it during one of her "excavations." And even though Miss March 7th did her best to keep her friend from going into further details, stepping on Stelle's toes right in front of him and giving her a sidelong glance, as if he wouldn't notice, he could tell what kind of "excavations" would turn up something like this. Not like he minds the origins of this gift, however. Gifts from friends are few and far to come by, especially ones who actually tolerate him. Not to mention, Stelle likely sincerely believes that it's a cool gift, which is why it has replaced the diamond-embedded wall clock on his wall.

His musings are interrupted by a second knock, which, like the first one, reverberates once around the room before fading away in embarrassment. "Come in." He announces, reclining back in his seat and looking at the door with expectation in his eyes. It was not uncommon for his secretary to appear randomly in his office, constantly fussing over yet another minor issue. He believed it was her; at least, his itinerary showed he didn't have any guest visits today. Maybe it was time to replace assistants—the new hire is clearly not on the same wavelength as him. But he'd only recently had Topaz yell at him for changing staff so frequently; he'd prefer not to tell her that her choice was horribly disappointing just yet.

With a tiny bag bearing a brand he is all too acquainted with, the secretary enters the office. She keeps her gaze fixed on the floor the entire time, hence doesn't notice when her supervisor raises an eyebrow at the sight of his favorite jewelry brand. "Sir," she says in a low, somewhat flat voice, akin to that of a news reporter. "Earlier, a staff of Madam Jade stopped by. You have a present."

A grin appears on Aventurine's face, followed by a joyful chuckle. With how busy work has been lately, he'd almost forgotten when he asked Jade for a pink diamond, as has Jade apparently, seeing how long it's taken for her to send this. His request was a joke, of course, only meant to irritate Topaz. But he wasn't surprised either; Jade always takes good care of her weaponry. "Ahhh, no wonder!" He chirps and presses his palms together. "She must've finally found some generosity in her heart, hm?" He muses, and his assistant can only stand there stoically. He waves her off as she places the bag on his table and departs with an unnecessary low bow, never looking at his eyes once. As always.

When the secretary has left the room, he opens the bag, humming as he removes the box and gift card. Jade's handwriting is distinctive: prim and precise cursive that resembles a font.

"Happy birthday, Aventurine. This jewel would suit you far better than the pink diamond you asked for, don't you think?" — Jade

Kakavasha freezes. His birthday, she says, but she'd need to align the standard calendar system to the Sigonian one to find that out. She sent him a…..….a gift? For his birthday? 

Is this a fucking joke?

The box reveals a chunk of corundum. Raw, uncut, pink and blue hues all over. Shades way too close to his eyes, and it doesn't take a gemologist to tell that Jade had done her searching thoroughly to obtain this. A jewel the color of his eyes, the color of Avgin eyes, neatly wrapped in a box for….to send ..what sort of message, exactly? Oh Avgin, never forget who you were before I found you—unpolished and undeserving. forget your name, but never your roots.  

The note is crumpled and thrown in the trashcan, while the corundum and its box are hastily and carelessly pushed back into the bag. Really, so typical of Jade, he scoffs as he tosses the godforsaken bag into a random drawer, never to be seen again. 

Kakavasha— no, Aventurine always tries not to remember. He's never synced the Sigonian calendar system to check the date in trailblaze calendar, never makes the mistake of dwelling on the memories surrounding this day— even when he's too drunk to remember his own name. Done everything possible to not acknowledge it; because this day feels like nothing but a curse to him.

Unfortunately, Jade has now ensured that he never gets to forget, again. 

In any case, Aventurine concludes that it is not good for him to worry about this too much. Yes, he can just forget about the corundum. Yes, he is able to forget how it resembled Avgin eyes. Yes, he can also forget that Jade most likely sent this to "keep him in check" following the stunt he did in Penacony. But it was a mistake on his part to not see something coming. She had done this before, and it would not be the last time. He smiles at his own reflection in the bathroom mirror, composed, shrewd, and calculated. Since a mirror has the freedom of choice, it does not return his smile.

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By the time the car comes to a stop in front of his house, Aventurine is exhausted. His chauffeur unlocks the door for him, and he makes his way to the elevator. Yet he's interrupted again— of course, because it's a cursed day, and Aventurine has to restrain himself from scowling at the gateman, who stands in front of him wearing an anxious expression. "Sir, your friend had visited earlier to drop off something."

He raises an eyebrow and is about to inquire when he notices the bag the man is carrying. Without saying anything further, he simply takes the bag. You are the only one who'd own a dumb clockie bag and the only one who'd ever drop things off at his place.

When he steps in, his three catcakes meow loudly to greet him, and feels somewhat grateful for it. Today was just too exhausting, after all. He understands what this is about, based on the fact that you always give him gifts in person. Why, of all days, would you consider dropping it off today? And with no advanced notice- completely unlike you. How annoying, did Jade really have to do this too? He's never disclosed his birthday to you, so you probably coerced her into telling you, and she was glad to oblige, given you are of value to her.

Aventurine doesn't realize he's been standing in the kitchen for a long time until Spade begins massaging its fluffy body on his legs. He is surrounded by his three catcakes, who are all staring up at him expectantly. The message is crystal clear: We Want Food. He moves swiftly to get their food bowls, chuckling to himself before setting your lunchbox on the counter, sort of as an afterthought. At least they'll be able to go to bed well fed tonight. 

After serving them dinner, he leaves the kitchen carrying a bottle of wine, hoping to spend the remainder of the evening crashing on the couch. He can just leave everything else for tomorrow. The benefit of drinking is that it can temporarily impair your ability to sense emotions. He only needs a short term fix, after all. Come tomorrow, he'll take hangover pills, and walk out of this house as Aventurine of the stratagems again— undoubtedly.

He turns on a random B-grade movie, prepared to drink the night away. And he does precisely that—he pushes down thoughts of how his childhood friends, whose features now misty in his memories, would react if they were to see him. With another shot, he pushes down recollections of his mother's cooking—the special meals for the Kakava—and his birthday. Another to accept the now-blurry face of his sister in his memory as the only proof of her existence. Another to forget the clay dolls she'd made for him, on the last birthday kakavasha got to celebrate, that were broken when he had to run for his life. And one more shot, and another, till he's forgotten everything; till he's numb and emotionless.

Feeling empty and hollow is far worse than anything else, and being unable to cry isn't as pleasant as he thought it'd be. But in his lavish home, where gold abounds in every nook and cranny, he has little reason for tears. Money may not be able to buy him happiness, as he is well aware, but it certainly does spare him from ugly tears unfit for his visage. Maybe that's why he hasn't cried in a while, or perhaps he has simply lost his soul somewhere along the way. He stays on the couch till 3 am, accompanied by his pets. He pretends not to see the troubled looks they shoot at him, whispered words passed between them that are clearly about him. By the time he decides to rest for the night, he is fatigued, sluggish, and barely keeping it together.

When he gets up to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, Ace makes a protesting noise before promptly shutting up. Catcakes are smart creatures, and they understand him better than most individuals in his life (or maybe the difference lies in care) His throat is dry, and ice cold water from the freezer provides enormous relief. However, the respite is taken away from him by the crackling lightning, loud as a whip, pulling out memories up to the forefront of his mind again. Of the lightning without the rain, of Sigonia-IV. The drumming of the thunder is largely hidden by the concrete walls, so it isn't as hard on the ear—but it aches a lot more than it did before. Aventurine sneers to himself, dismissing the idea as ludicrous. As if.

The second time the thunder sizzles, Aventurine has to take a sharp breath and grip the countertop to steady himself. It sounds like playing dead in the bleeding streams of Sigonia-IV, like the booming cackle of the mocking thunder. Had he been an insolent child, just a little more doubtful than he already was, he'd believe it was Mama Fenge herself laughing at her so called "blessed child". The thunder sounds similar, but it's not the same. No, because this is still Aventurine and he's still here and those are someone else's memories, forgotten and buried in sand.

Aventurine sighs.

Drinking too much has never done any good to him.

Just as he is ready to leave the kitchen, he notices the lunchbox sitting the counter out of the corner of his eye. Oh, right. He hadn't even touched it. A distraction doesn't seem bad now, though. If he wants to fabricate a plausible lie about eating the food, he would at least need to know what kind of food you sent. If the mental image of your frown after discovering he never even looked at what you sent is what gives him the final push , he would never admit it.

The lunchbox has a plains bear cub logo: you've always been a sucker for cute things. He sets aside the little note attached for later this time, preferring to taste the dinner first. It looks like you chose to make him some kind of soup. Insulated lunchboxes are a blessing— because it's surely been well over half a day since you made it, yet it's still warm. While the presentation is relatively simple, it smells strangely comforting— effect of some potion? He's heard of those, but they're usually used for sick patients, no? Other than that, this is the first homemade meal he's having in a….while. Not that it matters. Aventurine isn't picky, and while the leafy greens are unfamiliar to him, he believes he can handle at least a tablespoon.

Even the largest avalanche can be triggered by the smallest of things. Just one spoonful, and yet it's enough to make his world stop.

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The dry, broken soil scraped against his bare feet, producing little clouds of dust in its wake. His strides were light and rapid, nearly tripping over himself with excitement and giddiness. Just a little more, and he'll reach the finish line. Even the Sun's typical glare felt kind today; warm and tender against his tanned skin. Jumping over the homemade hurdles, he reaches the finish line far ahead of his friends. They protest and pout, and he taunts them with the biggest smile on his face. The soles of his feet feel slightly sore from running barefoot, but Kakavasha wouldn't risk destroying his only pair of shoes for a game. 

When he hears his sister's voice calling for him, he rushes to embrace her and buries his face in her apron. His mother once told him that the Avgins all possess lovely voices, but Kakavasha believes his sister's is the best, especially when she laughs.

"And when will you listen to me and stop running around in the middle of the day, hm?" She pinches his nose and uses her apron to wipe the dirt off his face. Kakavasha beams at her with no regrets, proudly displaying the gap between his teeth. Once kakavasha had said his goodbyes to his friends, they walk hand in hand towards their tent.

There, his mother welcomes them with a warm embrace that smells like creosote bush and desert rain. “My darling," she coos, putting his small hands in her larger ones, rough from labour. "I remember you promised to be on time for lunch last time?" He grins cheekily, vowing not to do it again. (He's a repeat offender, but he knows that his mother and sister can't stay upset at him for long.)

His mother laughs, and tells him to tidy up before eating. Kakavasha's tummy is grumbling by the time he returns, and he finds the mats his sister laid down to sit on. The two siblings sit next to each other, chatting and giggling as they wait for their mother. She serves them a pot of hot soup with nettle leaves and lentils, just the way Kakavasha prefers it. He's overjoyed; quickly finishing his prayers before digging in. Kakavasha is a growing boy, and that's proved again when he finishes his bowl before his family.

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The soup she'd served him back then wasn't anything lavish; just a simple soup with local herbs and nettle leaves in a broth that smelt so uniquely of hers. His mama may have had a knack for cooking, but due to a lack of opportunities and resources, she never got to demonstrate her abilities. Compared to that, your food is much finer, and while excellent, it lacks the warmth of his mother's hands.  

Nevertheless, he can't resist taking another spoonful and quickly putting it in his mouth because the familiarity is so, so palpable. He recalls that his sister wanted him to eat better, so she gave him half of her portion after he finished his. His mother then gave his sister half of her portion, as they are Both growing children. All of a sudden, the bickering, the laughs, and their voices are as plain as day in his mind. He can't fully recall the glitter in his sister's eyes or the dimple on his mother's cheek, but it's clearer than any other memory he had of them, that's for sure. 

Aventurine can't stop crying, even if he wants to. Trying to halt the choking sobbing is fruitless, as is trying to figure out what's going on. He picks up the little message with shaking hands, hoping—praying—that it will help. You'll make it make sense. Somehow.

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“Dear Aventurine, I hope you have a wonderful birthday!!!!”  

Written in thin, flowing, rounded letters that are noticeably cleaner than your actual handwriting. You undoubtedly put a lot of effort into each letter you wrote. Aventurine was correct in assuming you found out his birthday through Jade, as you have written it here. "Buying a gift for you seems…a little perfunctory," you said, "so I've settled with cooking you something myself."

"And if the dish tastes familiar (which I hope it does) then yes, you've guessed it right— it's a traditional Avgin dish."

The perfumed ink is thicker here, a few ink blots from where you've likely paused to think, go over each sentence in your head before writing them down.

You mention finding the Avgin dishes by reading some kind of research paper on Sigonian culture and food, but Aventurine isn't sure he can believe that. You wrote, "I was fortunate enough," yet chance alone wouldn't get you something like that. Sure, maybe some doctoral candidate was crazy enough to choose a dead planet and its deader tribes to write about, but finding that paper would be too difficult. The biggest issue, however, is that Aventurine believes this dish should not and cannot exist. The stinging nettle leaves his mother used are no longer available, and while he didn't know much about cooking at the time, he was aware that all of the spices he knew were almost extinct. He's looked enough to know.

"I'll be honest, I had some trouble locating the ingredients for it and had to swap the majority of them because I couldn't find them. I really wanted to bring back a familiar feeling, even if it tastes very different from how you remember it. Plus, it's the thought that counts, right?"

In contrast to the light-hearted language, your writing is slightly wobbly and darker here, and Aventurine wonders if you realise your emotions seep through every single one of your actions, laid bare for the world to see.

Noting the disappearance of their owner, curious, the catcakes peep into the kitchen are immediately alarmed to see their owner sitting on the counter stool, sobbing and clutching a box. Spade, unsure of what to do, nuzzles it's head on Aventurine's leg, while the others meow in an attempt to calm him down. Aventurine hasn't sobbed in a long time—he can't remember how to anymore. His body shakes with each ragged and broken sob, sounding shattered and damaged, but he can't stop.

"I hope it brings you fond memories" is what you wrote down, but are you aware of the full impact of what you did for him? Most likely not. Aventurine cherishes all of his memories, including the unpleasant ones: as long as it involves his family. His misery knows no bounds, but he's only had a few years with his sister, and even fewer with his mother. So even the saddest memories are never forgotten, so he can preserve as much of them as possible. They live through his memories, after all. 

Even when plain, his mother's meals provided him with more warmth than anything else back then. To feel that warmth decades later is a blessing he can't repay— but a blessing nonetheless. He doesn't have many memories like this one either, gentle and happy, contrary to the endless memories of struggling. He remembers their love so vividly right now, feels it so strongly, alongside yours— that he has no choice but to revel in it.

(Come tomorrow , when he's sober, puffy-eyed from crying and not as vulnerable, he'll have trouble figuring your reasoning. But for now, he'll be fine. Tonight, he'll go to sleep feeling loved. Tonight, his pets will cuddle him to sleep. Tonight, he'll dream of a Sigonia Only he knows.)

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A/N: I'm honestly still so embarrassed about this bc I have an idea but can't execute it like I want to and 🫠🫠 As always, comments and reblogs are really appreciated!! Thank you for reading <3

[passerine-writes]

Silent Sparks - Volt 1

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, discrimination, minor description of injuries, muzzles, neglect Word count: 2282

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts Bold - Writing Masterlist

Intro | Volt 2

At a young age, Tsukare knew something wasn't right about how he was living. It could've had to do with the fact that he grew up in a giant house with anywhere from ten to twenty nine other kids all ranging from infants to teenagers. Or the foster center director who didn't care about any of them.

He just knew it wasn't right.

It wasn't right how he was treated and he knew it. But he sat there thinking to himself what he could have done wrong while he had a muzzle on his face. The straps dug into his skin, uncomfortable while the metal mousetrap like bar clamped on his tongue.

He just wanted out.

Something he shouldn't have thought at five years old, but a thought nonetheless. He sat there in the cold room in the middle of winter trying to figure out what he did wrong. He figured he must've done something wrong considering his first set of foster parents sent him back after two weeks with a collection of bruises. He just couldn't figure out what.

"Tsukare." He flinched and stood as the director, Kasumi, barged into the room. "We have to get this off of you. We have a very special guest." He nodded and allowed her to fiddle with the straps before it clattered to the ground. He followed silently, not wanting to injure his tongue or risk having the contraption put back on. "Boys, girls, we have a very special guest today." All the kids sat around in the freshly cleaned living room, many gasping in delight once All Might in all his glory waltzed into the room.

"I am here!" Multiple kids squealed in happiness as he rambled on about something, some jumping up to use him as a jungle gym, but others knew better. He kept talking, keeping his signature smile on his face but all Tsukare could think was just how loud he was. How he was so loud but didn't get into any trouble. "Now boys and girls, I'm sure some of you are interested in being heroes!" Multiple kids cheered again, excited at the topic alone. "Well I'm positive that one day, when you're all big and strong, you all will make fine heroes!" Kids continued using him as a fun house, using his arms as a pull up bar, climbing up his back, hanging from his hand, all completely mesmerized at how strong he was.

This went on for an hour, one hour of bliss that many kids at the center knew would end but cherished it all the same. The number one hero answered questions and queries, the bright smile staying etched on his face. Then the hour was over and he had to leave. He gave each kid a hug, kneeling down to meet all their heights.

"One day, you all will find amazing homes and families that will love and cherish you. All in due time, until then, everything will be okay because I am here! In the mean time, make sure you behave for Miss Kasumi and your new families!" And with that, he left.

He left despite seeing all the bruises some kids adorned, as oddly as they were placed or as dark as they were. He still left and carried on to fight the nearest villain. Once he left, that contraption came back onto Tsukare's face and it was as though all life had been sucked out of the adoption center. Nobody was smiling or cheering, rather they got less food on their plates and in their stomachs. The kids got lectured for rough housing and more bruises were added to what seemed to be an infinite collection.

It was another night where the topaz haired boy didn't eat or sleep. The muzzle being too uncomfortable and even if the director deemed it okay to take off, which she didn't, he would've been in too much pain to eat anyways. So he spent his night learning like normal. Him and an older kid, Nakami Rintaro, sat in their corner of the bedroom using the moonlight to learn sign language together. He was the only person Nakami got along with and vice versa, the two boys bonding over their silence and finding ways to still talk at five and six years old.

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"Miss Kasumi, Tsukare has attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, more commonly known as ADHD." She nodded along, a sickeningly fake smile on her face as the doctor spoke for Tsukare's yearly check up. "It's not a life or death diagnosis but in the future it would be fairly easy to set up educational plans to aid him through his schooling. He may exhibit behaviors of not being able to sit still, disrupting actions, impatience, spacing or zoning out, the list goes on and it's all in this packet here. Would you like to start him on any medications to combat the symptoms? They're highly recommended and the number one form of treatment." Tsukare hated the distasteful look Kasumi sent him once the doctor turned.

"I think medication may be beneficial, so let's start that right away." The doctor nodded quickly and filled out the prescription, not putting any notes about how jumpy, sleep deprived, bruised and underweight the kid was.

"Very well, make sure he takes one every day with his breakfast and everything should be perfect." Kasumi nodded along, still supporting the fake smile. "You two are all set, have a great day!"

The moment they arrived back at the adoption center, the muzzle was forced onto the now six year old.

"You just had to open your mouth! Maybe this'll finally get it through your head that you should just keep quiet. Why do you think all of your foster families send you back after two weeks? If you just learned to keep your mouth shut then maybe you wouldn't be here anymore!" Tsukare took the words and the smacks, holding back his welling tears as she continued to yell at him until he was sent to his room.

How did the doctor appointment go? Nakami asked once he saw Tsukare enter the room. Not good. What happened?

I got diagnosed with ADHD and the doctor put me on medication. Kasumi's upset because I answered the doctor instead of having her do it.

There's nothing wrong with being diagnosed with something. I'm just shocked she's responding this severely. She didn't even act remotely like this when I was diagnosed with autism.

I'm gonna leave here. I don't want to be here any more.

Tsukare you know it isn't safe for us to leave with how young we are. Plus you just got back a week ago from a foster home, give it some time.

I don't want to wait any more. My last foster parents put that thing on me too. If I leave then they can't do that anymore. And none of the other kids here would take my things.

With that, Tsukare made up his mind. Despite his only friends warnings, he packed his book bag, struggled painfully but managed to get the muzzle off and snuck out of the center. He wandered around for an hour or two, all he knew was he was a long way from home. He also knew that he was severely out of place in the fancy neighborhood he stumbled upon. Large, traditional style houses lined the block and he could sense the wealth in the area. Meanwhile, he wore a tattered shirt and pants with shoes that he had to squeeze into. He tried finding his way out but failed, only getting lost further in the extensive neighborhood. That was until he saw a boy with burn scars and white hair.

The two stared at each other curiously. Neither looked like they belonged there but didn't comment on it. Tsukare worried that he would get in trouble as the teenager approached him with an odd amount of caution.

"You lost?" Tsukare nodded, tongue still sore and mind too scared to speak. "What's your name, kid?" The small boy with wild ginger curls rifled through his bag and dug out a pad of paper and a pencil.

My name is Tsukare Onryo.

"Oh so you don't talk. Do you live around here?" Tsukare shook his head before writing again.

What's your name?

"That's a good question. You a long way from home?" The white haired boy noticed how the younger one curled in at the question.

I ran away. I live in a foster center.

"Oh." He had heard about a foster center but it was easily a thirty minute drive, let alone a long walk for a kid. "Why'd you run away kid?"

They treat me really bad over there and no parents want me.

"I had a parent that treated me bad, too. It's not safe at night here, you should head back." Tsukare looked up at him with watery eyes, fear filled in them, a look the teenager knew all too well. "How old are you?"

I just turned six.

"You're growing up fast, kid. How about I walk you back to the entrance of the neighborhood and help keep you warm for a bit." Tsukare nodded, not being able to ignore the cold much longer and hesitantly let the white haired teen pick him up. His body radiated so much warmth that he couldn't help but melt into the source of heat. The teen though, couldn't help but notice just how underweight and tiny this six year old was. "Isn't it too cold for you to be walking around by yourself?" Tsukare shrugged and subtly curled closer to the heat of the teenager, not having been that warm since summer.

The white haired teenager walked them to the front of the estate, hoping the kid would find his way home from there as he set him back on his feet.

"Here." He handed him a small compass. It seemed old, much older then the six year old and he held it delicately in his hands like it was made of glass. He studied the scorch marks and small bits of soot intensely as he looked up at the teenager curiously. "Hang on to that for me. It'll help you not get lost again." Tsukare nodded gratefully, giving the teen a hug around his legs before walking off. He stared at the compass curiously as he walked, having just learned about directions in school and he hoped this would teach him more.

He wandered aimlessly on the sidewalk, clutching the new item close to him while he stared at it intensely. So much so, he barely heard a familiar voice calling his name.

"-kare! Tsukare!" He looked up and saw the only other person at the center who he liked. Oribuko Yoru. A seventeen year old boy with olive colored hair and grey eyes ran up to the tiny child and crouched down to his height.

We should get back now, okay? Everyone is really worried about you.

He stared at the teenager, always forgetting that he learned how to sign for him.

You and Nakami are the only ones really worried about me. Nobody else is. You don't have to lie to make me come back.

Tsukare, some of the other kids are, it's not just me and Nakami. I pinky promise. Oribuko held up his pinky, smiling softly at the kid he saw as a little brother when his small, frigid pinky locked with his. We can drive around for a little bit longer, Kasumi gave me the car since I'm the oldest.

Tsukare nodded and followed him back to the car, stomach churning as he buckled himself in. He worked quickly to put the compass deep in his bag, hiding it for safe keeping.

"What made you run off?" Tsukare shot Oribuko a lazy look. "Okay, dumb question. Kasumi told me that you're going to be taking some new medications now. How are you feeling about that?"

Kind of scared. I've never taken pills before.

"They aren't that scary. They just feel weird at first." Tsukare nodded slightly, hoping that was true and that he wouldn't have a hard time with them. "So what'd you learn in school today?"

We started learning about directions like North and South.

"That's pretty cool. Anything else?"

We learned more about adding and subtracting. It was okay but pretty boring. Then we learned about some science stuff and animals and how quirks started. Did you know some animals can get quirks? It's pretty rare.

"I did know that actually, d'ya know how I know?" Tsukare shook his head. "My principals an animal that got a quirk, but nobody knows what he is. I think you'd get along with him, he has a lot of special interests too." Tsukare's eyes went wide with excitement, forgetting that Oribuko went to the prestigious UA high school.

I want to go to UA and become a hero. Maybe I could be like Present Mic!

"I'm sure you could, he is a sound hero after all. Do you still have that trading card?" Tsukare nodded quickly, it was one of his most prized possessions. "Make sure you hang onto it, maybe if you meet him one day he'll sign it for you." The small boy gave him a thumbs up and a toothy smile. "Okay, we have to head back now. You know Kasumi is mad, right?" Tsukare faltered but nodded, knowing what to expect.

And it was not good.

[mystistyx]

you did this to yourself

hawks x female reader

TW: dom themes and cockwarming

1.9k+ words

Silently humming to yourself to keep your rattled mind on point, you gently fumble with your earrings, missing the holes time after time. A swear slips in your frustration, slamming both of your hands on the bathroom counter. Events were nothing short of what you could handle in your line of work. As the city’s feelings about pro heroes have become mixed, it was becoming more common to hold events to boost morale and even get young ones involved to help them gain confidence in their own future of being a hero. It just happens that today was a morale event plus award night. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you questioned why you were nominated, and not just for one. You were an average hero that honestly couldn’t compare to others, the doubt of it all was eating you alive from the moment Keigo told you about the nomination.

Before you could make another self pity sigh, the bathroom door opened. Keigo stood there, fixing his cufflinks with that cunning smile of his. “Almost ready?” With his smile so bright, it only made your emotions worse about yourself. How did you manage to snag a man like him?

“No..” You speak, not even Keigo’s handsome self in a suit could lift your spirits at a time like this. You turn back to the mirror and continue on with self doubt. “I just.. don’t understand..”

“What do you mean?” Keigo asks, stepping further in and behind you. His eyes grow soft as they look at yours through the mirror. Confusion ran on his face, tonight was supposed to be beautiful and exciting. “The awards tonight..” You begin. “We’re heroes and we should be applauded and such but an entire event? A-And I’m being nominated for multiple? The committee or something must have gotten that wrong..”

As you ramble on, speaking your doubts and lack of self confidence out, you chuck your earrings into your makeup bag, completely done over everything. Continuing on with your words as you clean up the counter, you fail to realize Keigo’s face begins to turn stone and stern. If there was one thing he could ever say about you that he disliked, it was your lack of self confidence. The things he saw in you, he wished he could smack some sense into you. While he would never hit a woman with harmful intent and certainly not his girlfriend, what he had in mind could certainly help the situation at hand.

Moving fully behind you, he placed his hands on your hips. Your words come to a halt as he edges up your dress, inch by inch, his mouth leaning down to your ear with a whispered voice. “You’re wrong, you know that right?”

Stammering to understand what Keigo was talking about, you were already bent over the counter. Your backside was catching a cold draft from the air yet the heat of his hands rested on you perfectly. Watching all of this from behind through the mirror didn’t help your feelings about anything. You glance down to avoid your own gaze and his. If a hero like you didn’t deserve an award, how could a woman like you deserve the most popular man in the world? Your spiraling demons were getting to you faster, and you were certain nothing could ever make it right again.

“I’m talking to you..” Keigo brought his hand down and up, holding your chin tight, forcing it back up only for you to meet your own eyes again. You didn’t want any part of yourself, leaving you no choice but to look at Keigo again. 

His hard, topaz eyes spoke a million words. Calling you an idiot for damaging thoughts about yourself, calling you a coward for not owning your accomplishments. Yet before you could speak, nothing but praise flowed out of him. 

“The things you’ve done for this city, baby..” His eyes still speaking a dark language, his thumb grazes your bottom lip with praise. His other hand on your backside subtly finds his way to your panties, tugging them down. You hold your tongue about his movements, almost grateful that this might hold off on the event, but not a stranger to Keigo’s dom tactics, you knew this time was going to be a rough one.

“You’ve helped destroy villains, aid in restoring buildings and shops..” A playful shutter leaves Keigo when he drops your panties to the middle of your thighs. The look of it always appealed to him, so desperate for quickie or even a punishment like this, to not even pull them off fully. It was turn-on only you knew and you began to fall in love with it as well. “Why wouldn’t you be nominated? I was considered but not nominated. You wouldn’t be saying that since I wasn’t nominated, I’m just as bad if not worse than you, right?”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying!” You finally burst out. “Y-You’re good and I-”

“If I’m good, then you’re good, yes?” Keigo continues on, managing to unbuckle his pants and push up between your thighs. Your legs shake from both nerves and the feeling of his cock. You were no longer sad at yourself in the moment, but slowly angry at Keigo. The way he could turn your emotions so quickly, it was dangerous. “Why is it so hard for you to accept that?”

Purposely ignoring him now, you come back to your eyes. Bouncing feelings and emotions were rampant and all you wanted to do was run away. Attempting to lift yourself up from the counter, Keigo’s hand on your face lifts and forces your stomach back to the counter. A small grunt leaves you but you remain locked on yourself. Soon enough, you feel his hot flesh again yours. His tips glides and circles your opening, even trying your hardest not to get turned on, getting wet from Keigo’s touch was fate.

“Here’s what you’re going to do..” Keigo’s hips manage to break your slick, forcing his tip inside. You clench your hands into small fists, fighting the urge to release a gasp. Your eyes shake, watching yourself become stuffed of him. “I’m gonna rest here..” Keigo exhales slowly, balls deep as he finally takes his hands off of you and places them on the counter next to yours. “Neither of us are going to move.. but you… you’re going to play with yourself..”

 Your eyes widen, involuntarily making your core twitch and clamp onto Keigo. A whimper escapes and soon, your eyes meet Keigo’s. His expression is a serious coy, he meant the words he spoke. His eyes flicked down to his waist, taking in the pressure of your pulsing cunt and you hadn’t even touched yourself yet.

“I want you to enjoy yourself on me..” His words became hushed, lowering his head to your ear again with lustful eyes. “You seem to have an issue accepting the things you deserve and we’re not leaving until you accept this. After all, you did this to yourself..” His hand rests on your non-dominant hand, holding it down with a heavy force. 

With a hesitant huff, your dominant hand slips and weaves through the fabric of your dress and finds the middle of your thighs. Your index manages to track your clit easily, a small little tap easily makes your thighs clamp. With the simple touch you give yourself, the urge to defy lingers. Yet with Keigo humming against your ear, teasing in a way that made it seem like he had all night to waste away, you didn’t have much of a choice. Two of your fingers manage to press down on your clit, slowly rubbing and giving into Keigo’s words.

Your breathing escalates as the pleasure rises, the battling of twitching inside of you, Keigo’s cock hitting your spot every time your muscles pulse from the external stimulation. A small part of you wondered if sucking up the event have been better than this. But no. The more you settle in, both of your moans filling the bathroom, the more you lose it. There was a moment in all of this where you looked at yourself in an almost shameful way, looking away as your tensions were close.

“Look at yourself..” Keigo ordered, holding back his groans to say. “Look at yourself and take it. Don’t cum on this cock if you aren’t going to enjoy yourself..”

His words were a shot in your heart but he was right. Eventually you would have to accept all the good that was offered to you. Rushing your fingers faster, you tilt your head back onto Keigo’s shoulder. Your face is nothing short of a red mess, mouth wide open from whimpering sweet nothings, want more than a cockwarming session. This punishment was one for the books for you, but maybe if you listened to Keigo?

“I-I’m.. Enjoying m-myself..” You cry, briefly looking to Keigo. “I.. I deserve t-this..” You throw in a small nod, followed by another involuntary clench and whimper. His cock twitched again and nearly sent over the brink. “I deserve the n-nomination and..”

“And what, b-baby bird?” His moans picked up again. Keigo was also fighting the urge to thrust, he was always stern on his punishments, especially when it came to this type of scenario. But finally hearing you be one with yourself, it was nirvana to him. The thought of you praising your could easily get him off, but seeing and hearing it only leaked more and more pre cum inside of you.

“I deserve you a-and.. everyt-” The rolls came in fast and hard, your vision of yourself in the mirror went blurry as your head dropped back down. Keigo’s cock was pushed up further from your orgasm, your body was begging for it all as you continued to rub yourself.

It was a deep and torturous explosion that never ended, thanks to Keigo breaking his own set rules and giving in. His few and slow strokes were a congratulations to you and a small reward to you both. It didn’t take Keigo long to finish, gripping your hips deep as he let it all into you. His lips found their way onto the back of your shoulder, kissing them softly as his final pumps began to die down. There were a few times in the past that Keigo made you tear up from pleasure, this took the cake as you looked at yourself in a new light.

You huff, catching your breath, slipping your hand onto Keigo’s, holding it softly as your insides relaxed. Keigo’s head rises, giving you a soft smile with no more hints of danger in his eyes. Keigo pulls himself out softly and lifts you up. You both stand in front of the mirror, looking at each other. His thumb wipes away a rogue tear from your cheek and replaces it with a kiss, followed by many kisses along your face.

“We really have to get going after we clean up..” Keigo smiles, tilting his head softly as studies your face. “But if this happens again..” His bottom lip folded, biting it while looking you up and down momentarily. “..You’ll be walking across the stage and trying your hardest not to let a single drop fall out..” The returning urge of disobeying came back but this time, more grateful than ever. “When I win tonight..” You blushed, utterly proud of yourself. Placing your hands on his chest, you became blessed. “Holding it all in as my next reward is handed to me would be.. beautiful..”

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[ninjakitten1699]

Some GarmaKrux Headcanons

because boy I am going to need it before the angst hits (Not helping myself by listening to “What Could’ve Been”)

Garm has always thought of Krux's eyes as pretty. Told him that it made him think of topaz. Krux said the same thing with Garm's eyes being like a dark red mixed with magenta, looked like red wine basically.

There was a night where Krux found Garm skulking on the roof of the monastery, and he ended up surprising him and making him slip off the roof. Thankfully, Garm landed in the courtyard and not off the mountain. Krux was going to help him up, but he ended up laying on the ground with him and they just stargazed most of the night away.

It's no secret that Krux was always fascinated by history. Even if Garm lived through it, he doesn't mind him rambling on about it. Garm would add the missing details to help paint the bigger picture.

Speaking of pictures, yes, Garm did in fact keep pictures of his significant others. Garm made a few copies, but Krux got to keep the original picture of them. Heck they might have a photo strip from a booth and Krux thought he lost that one, but Garm actually held onto it.

You remember that kissing scars trope? Yeah. Garm doesn't leave a bit of skin untouched. He doesn't even avoid the scars. He'll especially kiss Krux's scarred up hands. Krux thinks he does it because he feels guilty for taking his powers, something Krux considered important, away from him. He’s half right. Garm’s other reason was so Krux didn’t have to feel bad about his scars and that he was still handsome.

So GarmaKrux Married AU? I still think of this. Just older Garm and Krux getting married present day while they’re both good dads to Lloyd. Although, I do want Younger GarmaKrux to get married. Some angst still happens to them but it’ll eventually work out and Krux just bonds with Baby Lloyd to the point where Lloyd thinks he has two dads.

Mythological/Fantasy AU: A big, rough, loud Oni-Werewolf Garmadon and a regal, reclusive Vampire Krux being together sounded so ridiculous that no one, other than Acronix and Wu, believed it. Although he doesn't say it, Krux likes that the Oni blood in Garm makes him a long living partner. Sometimes Krux forgets to feed and Garm has to be the one to remind him. He'll even offer his own blood up just for easier access. He's thankful that Krux doesn't eat more than his body weight. Of course, Garm sometimes forgets that feeding time is oddly intimate with him and Krux.

Some NSFWish headcanons down below

Garm was definitely a bottom for most of his relationships, but really, he just thought himself too big considering his Oni-Dragon heritage messing with his development. Krux changed his mind by still taking the reins and gave him one hell of a ride. Garm decided to be a switch and he hadn’t looked back since then.

I think some of his relationships were more like flings and he hadn’t settled down for a while. However, he was kind and considerate to some of his flings. Krux happened to have been shown that softer side of him and it was after that Krux caught feelings in the middle of their playtime. Garm hadn’t caught on to his feelings until years later when he finally thought about it.

It's true that Garm encountered Krux in the museum during season two. Garm had figured it out that it was Krux because there was so much giving him away to Garm. They did have a fight and Krux almost got him down, but Garm just used his four arms to pin him. The encounter ended in them having a drink, reminiscing on old times and perhaps re-enacting some old memories when they were young and in bed.

That encounter ended in a hookup/one night stand. (Krux had an absolutely great time. Garm was just that good.) Garm had to stay because Krux just wouldn't let go of him. He didn't want to let go. When his hold loosened, Garm made sure Krux was comfortable before he left. He may have been evil, but he wasn't heartless.

Krux calls him “my lord” and when that title drops and Garm became sensei, it wasn’t too hard to call him “My Master” Either way, Garm found it extremely hot to hear him say that. Makes it kind of hard for Garm to stay in control though.

Just like in my AU, the fantasy AU has feral Garm. Krux basically said, and I quote, he “should’ve warmed up for this but the instincts mode isn’t so bad.” Also, Garm still has the anatomy of a werewolf, as he should, and they get stuck together so it’s just the matter of Krux getting comfortable and warm for a long while. The vampire doesn't mind though. He likes how warm he is, inside and out.

[ikoni-dweebs]

Guess I'm Here Now

No, my card doesn't have my face on it. Professor Douglas has been on my ass about it for ages. I'll get around to it.

Anyway, I'm Dave, (He/Him) a Behavioral Pokemon Researcher in Ikoni. Behavior research is kind of my permanent hyper fixation so I can get a bit rambly about it. At the same time I have to deal with a LOT of paperwork, so you guys might not hear from me all that much.

Posts from me will be marked #LabRattata

And here's the rest of the gang. (Under a Readmore because this gets a bit long)

Topaz - My starter. She is loyal to a fault and a little too excited to defend me sometimes. I've had her since I was a kid, though I generally don't advise using your family pokepet as your starter. She's great though and took to battling easily.

Ruby - Ruby was one of the earliest pokemon I met on my journey, but one of the last that I caught. It took a long time for me to gain his trust, but he's always been a great companion, even when I was just following him around.

Ametrine - Ami is a complete diva! She wants attention, but on her terms. She also thinks she's a lot bigger than she actually is and likes to pick fights with bigger pokemon. I love her though.

Agate - One of my earlier catches, she was easily the hardest to raise. I definitely have a few scars from her Deino and Zweilous days. She and Ruby are the biggest reasons I got into Pokemon Behavioral studies. She's still got a lot of energy but is a lot more in control of her aggression now. By the way, you haven't LIVED until you've flown on a big Dragon-Type's back!

Spinel and Pegmatite

Spinel and Peggy probably look a little weird to some of you. They, along with a few other pokemon, were actually discovered in an area where a Space/Time Distortion was occurring in Old Sisyphus. It's been determined that the pokemon found in these distortion areas are ancient versions of their modern counterparts, particularly from the ancient Sinnoh, or Hisuian region. I and a few other researchers were given some of these pokemon in order to study them as well as see if they can be acclimated to our modern era. So far.... it's actually going pretty well.

Spinel - I was given Spinel, who was already a Zoroark at the time, because I'd already trained up Agate and Prof. Douglas figured I would be the best fit for a little ball of hate. I say little but when she isn't disguised she's probably the biggest Zoroark I've ever seen! It took a long time working with her, but she's a lot more chill now. Very mischievous of course, but she isn't seeking revenge on anything that slights her anymore. Her favorite disguise is a shorter version of me. Given she's actually taller than I am, I know she's mocking me, but she knows I can't stay mad at her. Fwiw, I think most trainers would be best raising a Hisuian Zorua if they want to go that route. A lot easier to train from a younger evolution.

Pegmatite - Peggy is the puppiest puppy to ever pup. He loves cuddles, scritches and fetch. I think the Hisuian forme might be even more high-energy than the growlithe we're familiar with today. A very good boy.

Opal - My lab assigned partner specifically trained and meant for safely and humanely catching pokemon for study. She takes her job very seriously, but when she's not on the job she likes to paint. I have easels set up for her and Zunyite for enrichment.

Zunyite - Zunyite is my support pokemon. I have ADHD and he's really good at helping me stay on task and remember to take my meds. Grafaiai aren't common as support pokemon but my little guy is fantastic. He likes to ride around on my shoulder or paint with Opal when he's not actively on the job. Sometimes he'll make me paint with him if I'm having a dissociative episode.

[stormcrawler75]

if it hasn't been done yet (re the bad things happenbingo) could I ask for either amputation or damaged wing(s) with Remus please? I love what you've done with the prompts so far

Warnings: Amputation, hospitals, diseases, talk of surgery.

Characters: Remus, Patton, mentions of Roman, Logan, Virgil, and Janus.

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Hospitals smelt like absolute, sterilized shit.

Remus couldn’t fucking stand hospitals. Just the smell alone made Remus want to stay far away from hospitals for his entire life. Like, Remus got it. The people who worked there saved lives and the world would probably die without them. But Remus really hated hospitals. Maybe the problem was that they didn’t get enough money? Or that usually only shitty things happened at hospitals? Or maybe because of how many times Remus had been in one recently and he had only gotten shitty fucking news?

Whatever. No matter the reason, hospitals were still at the top of Remus’ shit list at the moment.

Plus, the gowns were itchy. Though, that might just be Remus’ opinion. He currently had one tied around in and was lying in a bed, waiting impatiently for the stupid kiddie clock - which was actually pretty cool because it was shaped like an octopus - hung on the opposite wall to hit three o’clock. Remus was so ready for this to be over with so he could go back home. Roman had promised to make whatever he wanted for dinner when Remus came back and Remus was so craving pancakes with cheese sauce.

Remus sighed and glanced over at his Dad, who was sitting next to him and reading a battered old Highlights magazine. “How much longer,” he whined, giving Patton his best pout. “We’ve been waiting here forever!”

“We’ve been waiting here for two hours, Sweetie,” Patton said gently, putting the magazine down on his knee. He glanced at the clock hanging opposite from them. “Well, it looks like you only got about twenty more minutes to go, Hon. Are you nervous?”

The question had been asked so many times by so many people lately that Remus could barely manage a scoff. “Me? Nervous? Nah, not at all! Hey, it’ll be pretty cool, if you think about it!” He forced a gasp and grabbed Patton’s wrist. “Do you think they’ll film it? Could I watch it later!?”

Patton laughed and shook his head fondly. “I don’t think so, Kiddo. But I’ll ask your doctor, okay? But if we do get it then no showing your siblings, okay? Especially don’t let Virgil catch you watching it, he would have nightmares for weeks. He’s already so worried about today.”

Remus’ jaw clenched at the memory of his two-year-old brother sobbing just a few hours ago and trying to cling to Remus’ hand. Virgil hated hospitals just as much as Remus and, unlike Remus, he didn’t have the maturity and wisdom that Remus had to understand why he hated them or remember just how long he had spent there as a baby. “He doesn’t have any reason to worry,” Remus spat, hating the pit of fear that was growing in his gut. “The doctors said that this is the best option for me and even if I’ll have to do therapy and stuff, I should be just fine.”

“Oh, Honey, he’s only a toddler, he doesn’t understand what’s happening,” Patton said gently, taking Remus’ hand and squeezing it. “All he understands is that his big brother is in pain and is going away to a scary place and is going to come back without one of his legs. He’s much too young to know what osteomyelitis is.”

“I’m fourteen and I don’t even fully understand what this stupid disease is,” Remus muttered, crossing his arms. So many people had tried explaining it to him and all Remus fully understood was that some stupid fungi had injected his right leg bone and they had caught it so late that amputation was the only option. “But I know that he shouldn’t be worried. It’ll be fine and he didn’t need to be crying so much. Logan and Roman weren’t crying.”

And, no, Remus wasn’t disappointed that Logan and Roman - old enough to understand what was happening - didn’t cry like Virgil had or looked worried. Not that there was any reason to be worried but it would’ve been nice for them to pretend to be worried!

Patton squeezed his hand again, looking down at him sympathetically. “Trust me, kiddo, they were crying plenty last night. Logan’s been looking up the operation ever since he learnt what you have and Roman is so scared about his twin. They were trying to be strong for you, that’s-”

“But there’s no reason to be worried,” Remus cried, throwing out his arms in frustration. “There isn’t, I’m going to be fine and there’s no reason for anyone to worry!” His eyes were filling with sudden tears and his jaw trembled with the force of keeping them back. “I-I’m gonna come home and annoy everyone a-and t-they don’t need to worry ‘bout me cause I am gonna be f-fine!” He sobbed and pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, images of all the things that could go wrong flashing through his mind.

Arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him forward until he was leaning against his dad’s chest. “Shhh, shhhh, you’re okay, you’re going to be okay,” Patton cooed, rubbing a hand up and down Remus’ back. “You’re gonna be fine, kiddo.”

“They’re gonna take my leg,” Remus sobbed, gripping Patton’s shirt so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. “D-don’t let them take my leg, don’t let them, Papa!”

“Oh, Kiddo,” Patton sighed, resting his cheek on the top of Remus’ head and holding him close. “Sweetheart, I wish I could stop them from taking your leg. If I could, I’d take this infection and put it in my own leg so you wouldn’t have to lose yours. But I can’t, Sweetie, and I’m so sorry. And I know this is very scary but I’ll be right outside the room the entire time. And I’m going to buy you the best prosthetic that money can buy, I promise.”

Remus sniffled and he rubbed at his eyes, looking up at Patton sadly. “O-one with some design?”

Patton gave him a wobbly smile and nodded, kissing Remus’ forehead. “I’ll buy you two. A plain one and one with any design that you want on it. We’ll do it together, okay baby?”

“Okay,” Remus sniffled, leaning back against Patton and closing his eyes. “...How long now?”

“...Two minutes.”

Remus’ breath hitched and he fought back the urge to vomit. It’d be hilarious but then they’d have to wait even longer for this surgery to take place. “I’m scared,” he admitted softly. “I’m so scared, Papa.”

“I’ll be right outside the surgery room and I’ll be right there when you wake up,” Patton promised softly, sounding like he was holding back tears. It made Remus want to dig a hole in the ground and cry. He was making his Papa cry. “And as soon as the Doctors say you’re ready, we’ll go home and see your brothers and Uncle Janus, okay?”

Remus sniffled and nodded, wiping away the tears trailing down his cheeks.”Okay,” he whispered. He let out a shaky breath and forced a smile. “It’ll be okay.”

“Remus?” The two of them turned to see a Doctor and a Nurse waiting for them. “We’re ready for you.”

Remus glanced at Patton nervously and got a confident smile in return. “You’ll be okay,” Patton said, looking so sure that he might as well had been saying that the sky was blue. “I’ll be right next to you when you wake up, okay?”

“Okay,” Remus said softly, turning to the Doctor and Nurse. “I’m ready.”

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[silvereddaye]

12 Knights (WIP)

Summary: Han has been chosen to be one of the Empire’s Elite Knights of Twelve. But it was no act of fate, instead it was all corruption and bribes so he could spy and manipulate Imperial politics. 

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Han Solo stood tall and proud, or at least he attempted to do so. His uniform was brand new and too crisp and stiff. The collar and cuffs dug into his skin and the heavy jacket was tight across his chest making it hard to breathe and causing sweat to drip down his back. 

He glanced at the other candidates out of the corner of his eyes. All twelve of them stood in a straight line and he could only really see the two on either side of him. They stood motionless and looked ahead. He wanted to sigh. He wanted to scream and rip his collar open and drag his hands through his combed-back hair but he didn’t. He couldn't. 

He didn’t dare turn around but he knew Lady Proxima was in the crowd behind him watching. He was still baffled how she had managed to fool the Empire that he was worthy to become one of the twelve knights was beyond him. He was just some slum rat beggar that had been plucked out of the sewers and shined up to look like a noble. He had thought that surely somewhere along the way someone would have noticed. His pedigree would have been looked at a bit closer or his history questioned but it never came. Lady Proxima’s wallet must have run dry running this scam. 

And this was a scam. A scam to have some puppet as one of the elite Knights of Twelve. Han would be used to serve Proxima’s ends instead of the good of the Empire. 

Not that he cared about the Empire honestly. It was no less corrupt than the sewer gangs he grew up with. They just had more money and resources. In fact, he wondered how many of the other candidates were just as dirty as he was. 

He knew at least one of them was. Qi’ra. His childhood friend and sweetheart. Proxima had truthfully picked her to be the candidate, but then she was sold and Han was forced to take her spot. If the rumors were true, she had been sold to the Crimson Dawn and put her up as their own candidate. She was to become the Knight of Ruby after today’s ceremony. He only knew this by the red vest and sash she wore. Fitting for a Crimson Dawn spy. 

His own sash and vest were a deep blue for the Knight of Sapphire, a title and color he was already sick of. To his left was a young woman his age with brown skin, black hair in thick braids, and a vibrant green on her sash. He was sure her name was Sana. She was one of his bets with underworld connections.

Now to his left was someone who was the opposite of him. The girl was small and one the youngest. Leia Organa. She was going to be the Knight of Pearl. She was the one who got in based on merit and achievement. Supposedly. She was also the daughter of a regional governor. If Han could be weaseled in as a bloody Knight of Twelve then some lord could sure as hell get his daughter in it. She could be just as dirty as he was. 

The sound of trumpets caused him to jump ever so slightly. He pushed out his chin and chest and stood still as the Emperor was announced. It took a while for the old man to hobble over to his throne. In unison, the twelve candidates all fell to their knees, their right hands were balled into fists and placed over their hearts. 

“Rise,” the Emperor wheezed. 

All twelve rose. The Emperor sat on his large throne and next to him stood Darth Vader. Vader was an enigma in the Empire. He held no official rank, but the only one above him was the Emperor. It was speculated he was the Emperor’s heir as an official one had never been announced. Some wondered if the Emperor would pick one of the twelve to be the heir. Han internally scoffed at the idea. None of them deserved to be Emperor. 

“May there be glory and pride to my everlasting Emperor,” the Emperor announced. “Today a new era begins as a new generation takes their knee and swears themselves to me and the Empire.” 

He rambled on some more about the history of the knights. Something about stars and dreams and warriors with extraordinary powers that came to serve the Empire that became the first set of Twelve. Han thought of it as nothing more than a fairy tale. 

Eventually, it came time for the knighting. 

“Step forward Galen Marek, candidate for the Knight of Garnet.” 

A young man who was first in the line stepped forward. He had a muscular build with short shorn hair. He was backed by the army, which was typical for the Garnet Knight. Galen bowed gracefully to one knee and bent his head. He swore himself to the Emperor, the Emperor tapped his shoulders with a sword, and he rose as a knight. Before he returned to the line, he was given a new cape that was a deep dark red. 

Next up was Merrin Ivlev, a nightsister witch. The sisters generally weren’t welcomed by the Empire, but it was custom that one serve as the Amythest Knight. Ezra Bridger followed as the Aquamarine Knight and Mara Jade as the Jade Knight. Han watched as Leia Organa became the Pearl Knight, Sana Starros the Emerald Knight, Qi’ra Kasdan the Ruby Knight, and Cal Kestis the Topaz Knight. 

“Step forward Han Solo, candidate for the Knight of Saphhire,” the Emperor called out. 

Han walked forward and bowed in front of the throne. He only waited for three heartbeats before he began his speech.

“I, Han Solo, of the everlasting Empire of Emperor Palpatine, swear myself as the Knight of Sapphire. I promise to uphold the laws of the Empire and strive to make the Emperor proud. I will put the good of the Emperor and his Empire above all else. This I proclaim to all gathered here and to my glorious Emperor.” 

“Henceforth,” the Emperor said, “you shall be the Knight of Sapphire.” Han felt the two taps of the sword on his shoulders. “Rise, Sir Han Solo, Knight of the Twelve.” 

He stood up straight and for the first time looked the Emperor in the eyes. A chill washed down his back and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. There was something . . . wrong with those eyes. The Emperor smiled at him, and Han quickly turned around. He almost forgot to pause to have his new blue cape placed on his shoulders. 

The rest of the ceremony went on. Biggs Darklighter became the Peridot Knight, Lando Calrissian the Opal Knight, and Din Djarin the Turquoise Knight. Han took a deep breath. Finally, all twelve were knighted. He was ready to leave and return to his room in the palace. At least for a few small moments before he would be required to attend the feast and ball that was being held afterward.

“There is still one more matter to attend to,” the Emperor announced. 

Great.

“Come forward,” the Emperor said and gestured to someone behind the knights. 

Han fought his curiosity to turn around and see who it was, but he soon saw a young man walk past him. He could only really see his back, but was he wearing a knight’s uniform? He couldn’t see the front to see what color it was. The kid bowed to one knee in front of the Emperor. 

“The might of my Empire grows, and with it so do the Knights. No longer will they be an order of Twelve, but an order of Thirteen.” 

Gasps were heard not only from the audience behind him but also from a few of the knights. 

“Now swear yourself, Luke Vader, Knight of Obsidian.” 

More whispers and gasps. Even Han’s face had fallen in surprise. Vader? Han looked at the man wearing all black armor and a black mask and helmet. No one knew what Vader looked like under it as he always wore it. This kid was Vader’s? But . . . why? Why a new spot? Vader couldn’t get his son any other spot? Hell, the kid could have his spot.

But this wasn’t about the spot. There was way more to this than Han knew. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Leia tense. Yes, something had happened. He just wished he knew exactly what it was. 

“Henceforth, you shall be the Knight of Obsidian. Rise, Sir Luke Vader, Knight of the Thirteen.” 

The kid slowly rose and turned around. He was young with blonde hair and wore a black sash and vest. His eyes traveled down the entire line of the other knights, but his expression never changed. He walked down the steps, accepted his black cloak, and walked to the end of the line where he took his place.

[fumbling-fanfics]

IT Support – Juice Ortiz x Reader...

@adela-topaz-caelon​ So I’ve kind of changed your request, as I couldn’t figure out how to slot the reader into the Ireland trip without making the story super long, and we all know I ramble loads, so I scrapped what I wrote for your idea (so so so sorry) and went with this which I was able to make a bit shorter.

Pairings: Juice Ortiz x POC/WOC Reader

Warnings: drug use (smoking weed mention), mention of death of parents/family, really sad reader but Juice being cute and sweet.

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When you opened the door the look on your face made Opie forget what he had actually come around for and go into full protective older brother mode. Jax, standing slightly behind him, also became angry – automatically thinking your distressed state had something to do with that punk ass that had been sniffing around you lately. Jax immediately thought over how he would teach the creep a lesson, better yet, he’d ask Happy.

“What’s wrong?” Opie asked stepping through the front door. Through red eyes and tears you turned walking into your living room to point at your laptop.

“I somehow deleted the photos of mom and dad. Fucking Apple!!!! They said they can’t help, that they’re gone. The photos are gone Op” Another wave of hysteria, panic and dread washed over you and you collapsed into to sofa crying hard into the sleeve of the hoodie you were wearing. Opie picked up the laptop and both him and Jax looked at the device puzzled. They both knew nothing about phones let alone computers so they couldn’t even pretend to try. They were also cautious of the fact that they could make things worse.

Jax nodded and disappeared further into your house, while Opie sat down next to you. You collapsed onto his lap, and all he could do was rub your back.

Jax appeared 20 minutes later with two duffle bags on his shoulder. “Maybe Juice can help?” he shrugged, still seeing you tearful and stressed. Jax had never gotten used to seeing you cry. Opie was slightly more used to it, as you spent the time after your parents death with him and his family, quickly becoming his little sister. But it still didn’t make it easier.

“Get your shit kid, let’s see Juice” you sat up and nodded, unable to speak, throat almost closed from crying.

Opie put his spare helmet on you and you rode on the back if his bike to Teller-Marrow, while Jax had the duffle bags on his bike.

You buried your face into the back if Opie’s kutte and cried more, your tears soaking in the the dirty reaper patch on the back. Your mind raced over the loss of the photos. You had no backups of the photos, not even the originals. While you had other pictures, pictures of your second family, Opie’s family, those would not replace the ones that were lost. Again. You never let Juice live down the day when he has suggested you digitalize old photos. It was as if he knew what would happen to the original 2 months after you finished.

Digitalizing old photos is how you and Juice got closer while he was prospecting for the Sons. He’d be told to help you move place, a demand of Opie and Jax as they couldn’t help you, and while unpacking you got talking to him and showing his old photos. Juice then showed you the new software he knew of that scanned up old photos. A function of it even colorized black and white photos – practically turning them into a whole new photo.

The following weeks after moving in Juice continued to came over to your new place to do odd jobs, paint and help scan in photos. He laughed with till you both had tears in your eyes and couldn’t look at each other. He also comforted you when you cried at old or incomplete memories. He wasn’t that surprised when you kissed him one evening, over beer and pizza. He put it down to you guys being high, but blushed when you told him it wasn’t the weed.

You felt silly that in your hysteria you had forgotten that Juice was probably one of the few people who could help you, more than the laptop manufacturer. But you were so used to hiding the relationship you had with Juice he didn’t spring to mind, especially in the presence of Opie and Jax.

“Go wait inside, I’ll get Juice” Opie unclipped the helmet leaving you to wait inside the clubhouse.

“Yo Juice!” Opie shouted. Juice slide out from under a car with a concerned look on his face. “I need your help” Opie started. Juice tried not to show his concern when Opie mentioned your name.

Juice found you sat at one of the table and chairs in the clubhouse, your head in your hands, laptop open next to you. Juice cleaned his hands on a rag and sat down next to you. You were still crying, your head throbbing with a headache but you didn’t care.

“What happened?” Juice asked softly. With words and sentences punctuated by hiccups and tears you explained to Juice what had happened as you saved a folder of work for your Master’s course, he listened and nodded, patiently taking in everything you said. He disappeared for a moment, to wash his hands and come back with an arm full of other equipment and his own laptop.

“Can you help?” Opie had come inside to get the downlow, hands on his hips looking down as your puffy teary face, while Juice fired up his own laptop and other equipment.  

“I think I can. I mean I’m sure I can. It’s just that it might fuck up your laptop” Chucky appeared momentarily, placing a glass of coke on the table for you and giving you a reassuring smile. You smiled back at him.

“I’ll just buy her a new one” Opie stated. Juice looked at you.

“I don’t care about the other shit on here. It’s just school rubbish” Juice nodded.

“I’ll back it up anyway, but I’ll get the picture back” Opie nodded and walked out of the clubhouse.

“You okay?” Juice asked, rubbing your back. You nodded, pressing your palms into your eyes, not wanting to cry anymore.

“So I’ve back up your laptop, but we now just have to let the software run to recover the lost stuff, so feel free to go home or whatever” You shook your head. “I wanna wait, go back to work. I’m sorry I interrupted” you watched the software progress bar jump slowly, and only by 0.5%.

“I guess Chucky can keep you company” Chucky nodded from over at the bar as he dried glasses. As Juice started to get up you stopped him.

“Thanks Juan” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in to a long hug. “Seriously, thank you”

***

At lunch Juice ran out to a shop along the street Teller-Marrow was on. He picked up a sandwich for him and one for you. When he came back you were asleep, slumped onto the table top, arms folded under your head and hood pulled up, next to the laptops set up.

“Hey” He gently woke you up. Your eyes were puffy and bloodshot.

When Juice picked up the laptop’s you panicked slightly. “It’s fine, just follow me”

Juice made his way back to his dorm room in the clubhouse.

“If I leave these here” He placed both laptops on top of the dresser, and plugged them into the mains. “Then, you can eat his, and then sleep” He handed you one of the sandwiches wrapped in paper. You shook your head.

“I know you’re hungry, at least eat half”

“I have a headache” You winced. “Do you have vallium or something?”

After giving you some painkillers, Juice forced you to eat. It was clearly needed as you finished the while thing. Juice set a can of coke on the bedside table.

“You need anything else? I have to go back out”

“Do you have another hoodie, this one’s wet” Juice lightly laughed and pulled out one of his Sons hoodies. Juice watched you take off your wet hoodie, not at all surprised to see that you weren’t even dressed properly, only a bra on under the hoodie. You slipped off your sneakers and socks, you gave Juice another hug and then climbed into his bed.

Apart from getting rid of your headache, the painkillers had also knocked you out. You were unaware that the software had restored the deleted pictures, as well as some other deleted items.

When you woke up, the laptops were gone, so you put on your socks and shoes and wondered out into the clubhouse to see if you could find juice.

Your laptop as sitting neatly next to your backpack, but with no one around. You climbed up onto one of the empty bar stools to check out your laptop.

Juice had just finished saying by to a customer, only to be met with you throwing yourself at him. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his arms wrapped around your body. “If I owe you my life will that be enough” You voice was muffled but Juice could hear and laughed.

“Don’t worry about it” He shrugged. Ever the humble person.

“What do you mean” You slightly released Juice to look at him. “Actually, just shut up and hug me please” Juice laughed and hugged you back, not caring that you were both standing in the middle of the Teller-Marrow lot and hugging for everyone to see.

Opie looked at Jax. Jax looked at Opie. Both had  “I mean, she could do worse. It could be Tig” Jax laughed. Opie punched Jax and then started over to you and Juice. He wasn’t mad, just felt a bit left out. “Op, you guys gave Juice such a hard time while being a prospect, how could I have told you” Opie laughed, scratching his neck. “True”

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[queenjosielaufeyson]

Monsters of My Invention

Chapter Two

Summery: When Bruce goes missing after the fight with Ultron, Y/N is heart broken. After months of waiting for his return Thor agrees to help her find Bruce, but things don't exactly go to plan when Y/N ends up along side Thor and Loki when Hela returns from banishment.

Now stuck on Sakar with Loki and no sign of Thor, Y/N must rely on the mischievous god to look out for them. After a month of becoming closer with the god she is reunited with Bruce and conflicted about the feelings they have developed for the God of Mischief.

Loki x Ace!Reader // Bruce Banner x Ace!Reader

Reader Pronouns: She/They

Chapter Summery: While Y/N can't stop thinking about Bruce she and Loki meet the Grandmaster.

Beta read by: @bamboozled-corvid @karuna11

Y/N walked into the lab to find Bruce completely enthralled by his work. "Hey Bruce!" Y/N said startling him.

"Y/N!" He said. "Tony isn't here he's with Pepper."

"I know, it's Friday night, their date night. I was actually hoping to find you." They said.

"Me?" Bruce questioned "Yeah! I wanted to talk to you." She said shuffling her feet.

Bruce removed his glasses turning fully away from his work to face them. "Really? You wanted to talk to me? You sure?"

"Yep! Tony can get quite annoying sometimes he's quite cocky and I can hardly get a word in. Like trust me I can talk a lot, like a lot especially if you get me going on something I'm interested in or just in general actually but he talks more and I'm rambling aren't I?" They chuckled.

Bruce just looked at Y/N with a smile on his face. "I'd love to talk with you."

"Really! Awesome!" Y/N smiled sitting down to talk to Bruce.

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Y/N walked silently with Loki as he tried to find them a place to stay. "You're not as talkative as Thor claimed you to be." Loki spoke up.

Y/N shrugged. "No one interesting to talk to I guess."

"Hmmm I suppose." Loki mumbled.

"HEY! You there!" A voice called out. Loki and Y/N turned around to find a woman walking towards them. "What do you think you're doing?"

"We're just wanders trying to find a place to stay." Loki spoke up.

"Hmm well in that case I might be able to arrange something." The woman said.

Loki was weary but followed her anyway keeping Y/N close to his side. "Don't worry I'll get us out if need be." Loki whispered to Y/N.

Y/N stayed silent walking with Loki and the woman.

The three arrived at a grand building. When they got inside they were greeted by a strange man who was quite flamboyant.

"I've brought two possible challengers for you." The woman said

"Ahhh thank you Topaz." The man responded. He took a look examining Loki and Y/N. "Hmmm you're from earth aren't you?" He said to Y/N.

"Yes." They responded.

"I've never had anyone from earth brought to me before. Might be fun to have you join me in bed." He reached to stroke her face. She stayed as still as possible but Loki picked up on how uncomfortable she was.

"All do respect I would appreciate if you did not touch what's mine." Loki said. Y/N looked to him confused.

"This earthling is yours?"

"Yes I am Loki Prince of Asgard and this beautiful creature is Y/N, and I admit I am quite possessive of her." Loki said pulling her close to him and using his silver tongue to get them out of this situation.

"I see."

Loki sensed the man's hesitance to what he was saying. "Though I would be inclined to share in exchange for a place to stay."

The man smirked clapping his hands together "Excellent I suppose we could arrange something. You two seem much too weak to fight my champion anyway. I do have much better ideas to get entertainment out of you."

Y/N was frozen if those forms of entertainment were what they were thinking she much rather fight in this arena

"Wonderful. May we settle in then discuss?" Loki inquired making the decision for the both of them.

"Yes of course. Topaz bring them to one of our finest rooms. I want our guests comfortable."

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