#i want to do more of the prompts but i think i am out of time

[luimagines]

Important (Hiatus)

....Where do I start?

After three and a half years, I think I've hit burnout.

Ever since my semester started back in August- no, back in the spring, my interests had fully shifted.

I think my career and journey as a writer and story teller are branching out into new territory now. And I want to see where it takes me.

It's been progressively harder to bring myself to write for this blog. I still have things sitting in my drafts and my inbox is still full but I really want to write original stuff and focus more on the series I started.

Not to mention that I genuinely have to start job hunting now as well.

After non-stop uploads and posts for nearly four years, I'm going to say that this is being put on pause. I wanted to last until the fourth anniversary but I can't bring myself to write that many posts and prompts to fill in that gap. Getting to this point was difficult as it was.

Don't get me wrong, I don't want to bring this blog to a full stop.

I still want to talk to people. I still want to hear your ideas and your stories as well. I plan on keeping my commissions open if you still want more Zelda or LU stories, but for the blog itself, I think it's run its course.

I plan to spend more time on my other blog that I made for the stories I plan on writing in the future.

You can find it right here.

I hope to see you there! I have many more stories to tell. I just think that my time for LU is gonna be put on hold for now until my creative energy comes back.

I want to put my energy into something more productive to me in becoming a full-time author.

This community has opened up so many opportunities for me and I've got to talk to so many wonderful people. I couldn't be happier with where I am, truly.

I owe you all so much.

So thank you for entertaining me and my nonsense. <3

Thank you for giving me the push I needed to believe in myself.

And lastly, thank you for sticking with me for as long as you have.

All that being said, there will be no posts (written works) as of next week. And there will be no posts in the foreseeable future unless they have been commissioned and I have been given permission to post them.

[janeyseymour]

Second Chances

Summary: Melissa isn't so sure about you- until you convince her to give you a second chance.

WC: ~2.35k

“Just try it!” Jacob Hill is currently pestering Melissa Schemmenti. “You never know what you might find on there.”

“If I say I’ll give it a shot, will you leave me the hell alone?” the redhead rolls her eyes from the other side of the couch.

“Yes!” the social studies teacher exclaims. “All of the men and women that you bring here for a one night stand always end up eating my cereal…” he mumbles.

“Fine. But if I have to do this, then you have to help me set it up.”

“Gladly.”

So that’s how the two unconventional roommates end up spending that Thursday night- setting up a dating profile for Melissa on Hinge.

“You can’t say that!” Jacob cuts in when the second grade teacher wants to write ‘Fuck the Cowboys’.

“I am not using that picture,” Melissa refuses when the man wants her to put a picture of herself in a rather provocative position. “I have standards, Hill.”

“Do you really think that’s the best thing to say?” Jacob can be heard asking at yet another questionable response to one of the prompts.

But finally, a relatively agreed on account is made. And then the daunting task of swiping left and right is upon the two of them. They seem to agree on what is suitable for the bachelorette and what isn’t- for the most part.

“You’re fuckin’ kiddin’ me,” Melissa mumbles at one point.

Jacob’s brows lift. “What? What’s wrong?”

“That’s my ex-husband,” the redhead mumbles. “Dumb ass.”

The social studies man thumbs through the profile. “Seriously, Mel Mel? You could’ve done so much better.”

“And that’s why we divorced.”

Eventually though, there are a few solid contenders. And you just so happen to be one of them.

On the other side of the screen, you come across Melissa’s profile. And wow- she’s- she’s gorgeous. You end up sending her a rose in hopes of your chances of her seeing you growing.

And she does see you. You can see that she ends up swiping right on you, and you take it upon yourself to attempt to start the conversation. You look through her account and see that one of her prompts leads her to admit that although she owns a guitar, she doesn’t really know how to play it. So, going off of that one little bit, you strike up conversation.

What if I told you that I’d teach you guitar? I’ve been playing for a while now.

“Jake,” Melissa sighs once he’s moved back to his spot.

“What? Did you get a match?”

“I got more than a match,” the redhead grins. “You know I still got it- Philly 11 and all. But… that one girl that we both agreed was beautiful swiped right and messaged.”

“What?!” the man gasps in his own trademarked way. “Well? What did she say?!”

The second grade teacher tosses her phone towards the social studies teacher. He just barely manages to catch it with a smile. And when he see the message, he begins to type.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Melissa’s eyes widen. “You gotta tell me what you’re typing before you se-” She hears the sent ringtone. “Jacob.”

“My finger slipped?” the man grins innocently as he tosses back the phone.

Green eyes look at the message, and Melissa has to admit that it isn’t nearly as bad as she was expecting. And with his witty remark, conversation between the two of you flows nicely.

It even carries into the next day, and then the day after that.

So, we’ve been talking for a few days now, you type out during your lunch break at work. And I usually suck at replying on this app.

Well, you’ve been doing a pretty good job with me, Melissa responds.

I’ve found that you’re the exception, you reply wittily. If you’d like, I can give you my number. But if you’re not ready for that, I respect it and can wait until I get to take you out to dinner to get your number.

Well, when and where are we going to dinner?

By the end of your lunch (and apparently her lunch period too, as you’ve learned she’s a teacher), you have a date planned for tomorrow for a happy hour.

I’m here, you text. Got us a table by the windows.

Just parked, Melissa tells you. Be there in a minute.

You clock her as soon as she comes into the restaurant. And she’s even more stunning in person than she was in the pictures. You didn’t think that was going to be possible.

“You made it,” you reply cheekily.

“You knew I was coming,” the redhead rolls those striking green eyes of her. It’s in this moment that you realize how sparkly her eyes are- how they’re filled with so many feelings, the golden speckles in her eyes appearing to shine brighter. Then she smiles brightly at you, and- wow. That smile could stop the world if it wanted to with the amount of charm it has to it.

The two of you end up talking for hours. She’s hilarious, and smart, and witty, and everything you could ever want in a partner. Not only is she absolutely beautiful, she has the brains to back it all up. And you let her know that.

“Well,” you chuckle as you’re getting ready to leave for the night. “I don’t know about you, but I had a really nice time tonight.”

“Same,” Melissa smiles at you.

“And if you would be up for it, I’d really like to see you again.”

When you think she’s about to agree with you, her lips quirk to the side a bit awkwardly. “I’m going to be upfront with you hun. I… I don’t know if I see this going anywhere romantically.”

“Oh.” You aren’t quite sure what to say.

“Don’t get me wrong hun. You’re great, and I really did have a nice time with you tonight. I just… I think I see you as more of a friend right now than a romantic partner.”

You take in a deep breath. You know you have to shoot your shot. “I respect that, but… hear me out?”

“Shoot.”

“I- I don’t make a lot of connections with people. And I think you’re… you’re really cool. You’re really pretty, and you have the brains to back it up. I haven’t met anyone like you in- in a really long time. So, give me one more chance- for you to realize that I’m the best date that you’re going to get off of Hinge,” you joke.

Green eyes look into your own. She holds her hands up. “Alright, you sold me on one more date.”

“Well, do you think I could get your number now? Or do I have to keep messaging you on Hinge?”

A perfectly manicured hand reaches for your phone and dials her number.

“Perfect,” you chuckle as you help her into her jacket and guide her out the door. “Where are you parked?”

“Down that way.” She points in the opposite direction of your car. “You?”

“Other side,” you laugh. “But I can walk you to your car if you want?”

Melissa shakes her head though. “I got it. Thanks though, hun.”

“Alright, Miss Independent,” you quip with a smirk. “Get home safe?”

“You do the same.”

And with that, the two of you part ways.

As you pull into your driveway, you text Melissa. Hey, I really did have a nice time tonight. That being said, if you really don’t want to go out a second time and were just saying okay to get me off your back, we don’t have to. I respect your decision.

No, I am a woman of my word, is the response you get back. I’ll give you one more chance- because I had a nice time tonight too.

Okay, you type. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t feeling pressured.

Trust me. If I didn’t want to go out with you again, I would’ve shot you down.

“So?” Jacob is eagerly waiting at the door to hear all about how her date with you went. “You were out with her for a while! That’s a good thing, right?”

“Yeah,” Melissa smiles. “She’s cool. I don’t know if I really seeing it going anywhere more than friends, but… she’s cool. And hot as hell.”

“Well, is there going to be a second date?” the social studies teacher prompts.

The woman laughs. “She practically begged for one.”

“And you said?” Jacob singsongs.

“I said I’d give it one more chance.”

You end up getting to see the redhead that you’ve been talking to about a week later. Meeting at the same restaurant makes you chuckle, but it’s nice. It’s a place that both of you are comfortable.

The date ends up being just as long as your first. And as things are winding down, you can’t stop yourself from asking the question that you’ve been wanting to ask since hour two. 

“So, do you still see me as ‘just a friend’, or have I convinced you?” you tease with a warm smile.

“Honestly?” Melissa sighs out, and you feel like you know where this is going. “I don’t know how you did it, but you convinced me.”

You have to stop your jaw from dropping. “Really?”

“Really,” the redhead chuckles. “Why? Does that surprise you?”

“It does,” you admit.

“I’ll be really honest, I wasn’t expecting to still be here. I expected to be here an hour at most before letting you down easily, but… I don’t know. There’s something about you, and I can’t quite place it, but: yes, you changed my mind.”

“I mean, hey… I’ll take what I can get,” you giggle.

The redhead rolls her eyes playfully as she smirks at you. “Yeah, you do that. Don’t let it get to your head.”

The two of you leave the restaurant, and this time she actually allows you to walk her back to her car.

When you go to walk away though, that low, gruff voice that you’ve become almost infatuated with calls back for you. You turn sharply.

“Did you seriously park on the other side of the strip?”

You shrug.

“Come here,” Melissa tells you. “Dumb ass.”

You jog your way back to her car.

“Get in.”

“What?”

“I’m not letting you walk three blocks in this freezing cold weather,” the redhead tells you. “So get in.”

You listen to her order- of course you do.You would be foolish not too. And besides, her ordering you around like this? It’s hot.

You direct her to your car, and before you can climb out you turn to face her. “Thank you.”

“Whatever,” the teacher chuckles. “Maybe next time just park where you know I always park.”

“Noted,” you smile. And then in a bold move, you ask, “Can I- Would it be alright if I kissed you?”

Instead of answering your question, the redhead pulls you in herself. And… wow. When the two of you pull away, you can’t help the smile that washes over your face. You pull her in for yet another kiss, and it quickly turns into something a little more. Her hands begin to wander your body, and when you feel her fingers begin to play with the hem of your jeans, you know you have to put a stop to this.

“Mel,” you husk out as you pull away. “Mel.”

“What?”

“Not that I’m not enjoying this, but… I don’t want to be someone that you just hook up with on the second date,” you whisper.

Her hands retract themselves from your body immediately.

“I- I actually like and respect you,” you tell her. “I don’t want to- I mean, I do want to… but… uh…”

“I know what you’re trying to say,” Melissa chuckles. “I- I guess I just thought this was what you wanted, and I- I’m used to being used for my body.”

“No, no, no,” you rush out quickly. “I am not using you for your body. I meant what I said when I told you that yes, you’re beautiful, but you also have the brains to back it up, and I- I really like that.”

“I appreciate that,” the redhead tells you quietly. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” you give her a sad smile back. “I’m sorry that you feel that people only use you for your body, but I promise you- that’s not me.”

“I believe you.”

“Good,” you reply shortly. “On that note-” you lean in and give her another quick kiss as you reach for the door. “Let me know when you get home? And when we can maybe see each other again?”

“I think I’d like that,” Melissa smiles. 

“You’re home late,” Jacob quips as he sits in the living room. “I thought you said you weren’t planning on staying out late with Y/N.”

“Well, plans change, Jacob,” the redhead mutters.

“So… you changed your mind about her?”

The second grade teacher smiles at the thought of what had taken place in her car about ten minutes ago. “Yeah.”

Melissa pulls out her phone to text you. Home. Thank you again for dinner tonight.

My pleasure, you reply. Glad you got home safe. Let me know when you can squeeze me into your schedule so I can see you again.

Will do.

“What’s got you smiling?” the history teacher inquires.

Green eyes go to glare at her roommate. “Nothin’. Just letting Y/N know I got back safely.” And when the man starts to ask another question, Melissa cuts him off. “No more questions. Goodnight.”

As the redhead prepares herself for bed that night, she can’t help but giggle with glee at how well the second date had went. She went from not being so sure about you, to almost being enamored with you and your charm and wit.

She sends one final text of the night. Without seeming too eager, I’m free next Tuesday.

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[captain-huggy-bear]

Sherwood Forest

Pairing: Kiefer Sherwood x Fem!Reader

Warnings: N/A

Summary: You give Kiefer a new nickname or two or three.

Notes: I am first and foremost a Quinn girlie but I do love Kiefer and I also can't help but calling him any sort of Robin hood reference so...

This is short, but I felt like writing it. I feel like Kiefer is the cocky, smooth kind of guy that makes you melt a little even when he's a little crude and rough around the edges.

Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :)

Writing Masterlist

Kiefer is the last to leave the locker room after the game, to the point where you admittedly grow bored of waiting for him out in the corridor. He doesn't seem to hear you enter, even as the door shuts behind you, his back to you as he messes with a strap on his bucket.

Your boyfriend is so engrossed with fiddling with the strap that you can't help but be amused even if you really want to go home already. He's not even in his suit yet and it baffles you how he's managed to get distracted by something so unnecessary, something the equipment manager will likely fix for him anyway.

"Hey there, Robin Hood," You feel the way Sherwood's shoulders jump underneath you as you sneak up behind his sitting form, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pressing your chin to the top of his traps.

He groans, setting the helmet off to the side of the bench, "Is that really what you're calling me now, sweetheart?" His face turns towards you, brown eyes peering over at you with fond amusement.

"Mmmhmm, cause you steal from the rich, the other team, and give to the poor, the Canucks..." You're joking, mostly...although, his 2 goals tonight might have made the joke a little more relevant. His ability to steal pucks on top form along with his hit ratio. He'd had an excellent game and you could feel how upbeat his mood was in the playful way he entertained you, a little smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"Or because my last name is Sherwood?"

"Do you not like it? I thought I was being creative, you guys always give each other nicknames...I'll stop if you want?" He might be playful with you, but you don't want to force Kief to be called something if he genuinely hates it. There's a slight anxiety that maybe you've overstepped the mark.

You can't help the laugh that slips out when his arms reach for you pulling you into his lap, until you're firmly pressed against him, arms over his shoulders, "You can call me whatever you want, sweetheart," he grins up at you as you push a dark curl away from his cheek and behind his ear. It's started to grow out even more, along with the scruff on his cheeks and never fails to make him look like some sort of medieval knight.

"Anything?" You grin down at him, working a hand into his hair, fingers gently threading through his curls and working out the few knots you find.

"Anything." His hands squeeze your hips, pulling you more firmly onto his lap.

You think for a moment about what you could call him that he might hate, grinning as you ask, "Pookie?"

"I can deal." He nods serious like the idea isn't completely ridiculous, like calling a 6ft, 195lbs man pookie wasn't some sort of crime against humanity.

"Snookums?"

"Might ruin my reputation with the guys, but for you? Sure." You laugh, imagining the reaction of the entire locker room if you turned up one day and loudly proclaimed him your snookums, he might be their heavy hitter but his reputation might take an even heavier hit.

"Toots?"

"Mm, shouldn't I call you that? But, yeah, fine, call me toots." Kiefer's hands slide up to your waist, holding you there as his fingers flex, eyes admiring as he watches the way you come up with idea after idea, more ridiculous each time.

"Bubba? Old man? Doodlebug? Lovey?"

"Seriously, anything. I would let you call me the worst, most embarrassing names on the planet...as long as I get to call you mine." He smirks at you at the end, proud of himself with the line he just dropped and the way it makes you look away, bashful but smiling, face scrunched up.

"Oh, that was smooth..." You love and hate how it makes you feel giddy like a school girl when you're in fact in your 20s and most definitely too old for feeling that way over a boy.

"Y'like that?" Kiefer drops his voice down low, pulling you until your hips straddle his own and you're as close as you can possibly get.

"Mmm, old man, yeah, I liked that. I like you..." You hide your face into his shoulder, cheeks incredibly warm and heart racing a frantic pace.

"Well, that's a relief, it'd fucking suck if my girlfriend didn't like me."

"You're such a pain!" You lift your head up, cheeks puffing out as you roll your eyes at him, hand whacking him lightly on the shoulder. Not that any hit you could give him would hurt, Kiefer was built like a brick wall and knew how to take a hit.

"Oh, I'm a pain? You just went through every embarrassing name for me you could, and I'm the pain, sweetheart?"

He grins at you, the sort of grin that should have warned you he was up to no good because mere moments later the fingers at your waist are no longer just resting there, but digging in, tickling you at the most sensitive spots he can find.

"Kief! Stop!" You're laughing involuntarily even as you say it, hands trying to shove his away, but he holds you against himself as his fingers reach for every weak spot you have, "You're being mean!"

You're certain you might wet yourself with how hard he's tickling you and it's your screeching that finally gets Kief to let up for a moment to offer you a deal. You're panting as he meets your eye.

"Okay, okay...I'll stop...if I get a kiss." His teeth show as he smiles at you, clearly proud of himself like a little school boy.

"No." You refuse, even though secretly you want to kiss him. But, he'd been mean and you couldn't reward his bad behaviour surely?

"No? You won't kiss your boyfriend who just won a game?"

"Not when he's being mean." You pout at him as if you have the upper hand, as if he doesn't have all the power in this scenario, it's cute, but naïve.

"Oh? I'll show you mean." You should have expected it really, the way his fingers immediately reach back for your waist, digging, tickling until you can't breathe again, until you concede defeat and offer him up a kiss.

"Okay, okay! Fine, I'll kiss you, Sherwood Forest."

"Seriously?" He rolls his eyes at the nickname, another one to add to the books, even as he's grinning at you and his victory.

"Do you not want that kiss now?" You're a bit bratty today and he kind of likes it, kind of thinks he should make your life harder for it too, but decides he really just wants that kiss.

"Don't you dare take my kiss away, Maid Marian," He threatens you before pressing his lips to yours, insistent, firm, not exactly gentle not that many things about Kiefer are. His fingers are gripping your hips tight and the scruff on his face scratches and still you can't help but lean into him, opening your mouth against his.

"That was bad," You laugh against his lips as you pull back slightly, noses brushing like the way his lashes brush the apples of his cheeks when he smiles down at you.

"Not as bad a snookums."

[voidboymads]

Steter Prompt : Stiles doesn't set Peter on fire at the end of S1, but saves him instead

...I just realized while going to post it that I messed up a bit and did the saving at the wrong part D; I hope that's okay! >.< If not, I can totally redo it T_T

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It’s a last-minute decision that Stiles makes as he hands the brewed concoction over to Jackson in the car. The glass flask slips from his fingers as it transfers hands and with it, the guts to throw it in the first place. All night he’d been adamant about - about well murder to be honest. After everything with Lydia and the entire town in chaos, it only felt logical to help Scott. That also meant helping Derek but he was still fuzzy on where Derek stood with the rest of them. Something on the drive over gnawed at Stiles, though. He couldn’t stop remembering the parking garage - the conversation he’d had with Peter.

That crazy psycho was going to give him a gift.

A ‘what if’ he’d been fawning over all semester while watching Scott try to figure things out. Sure, jealousy was there - even amidst the friendship and the desire to help but he couldn’t stop thinking about Peter’s question.

Even if he knew his answer would remain the same, the thought that someone felt that he had the potential to be something more than what he was, more than the comedic relief and a wiz with the computer, was pretty fucking nice.

Peter had called him the clever one.

Decisions. Decisions.

“Wait, Jackson - it actually might not work!” He screams this as they exit the car - pulling right up to the big showdown, but it does no use. Jackson throws the flask anyway. When Peter catches it, Stiles sucks in a shaky breath - a hopeful gasp as it remains intact.

It’s only when the arrow from Allison’s bow hits it - igniting it, that Stiles loses it all. There’s a chance that it won’t engulf him with just his arm aflame but then Jackson takes his own flask and throws it without a second thought.

Peter is wrapped in waves of fire and Scott is sending him to the ground and all Stiles can think is that Peter called him the clever one.

“Derek - if you do this, I’m dead.” Scott’s words filter in and Stiles realizes Peter’s not on fire anymore. He’s lying on the ground, burned to a crisp. Derek hangs over him, glaring down at him with a purpose. The purpose they were all there for that night, and yet - Stiles feels a tug in his chest and his feet are moving on their own. “ - what am I supposed to do?” Scott sounds desperate, but Derek’s gaze won’t stray from Peter’s face.

“You’ve already decided,” Peter gasps, his body bloody and shaking from physical trauma. Stiles’ heart is hammering so loud in his chest, he’s sure everyone there can hear it but all noise begins to drown out again - Peter’s words ringing through like he’s the only one there. “I can smell it on you!”

Derek raises his clawed hand and Stiles flings himself between them without hesitation. “Wait!” He yells, shielding himself over Peter’s body and he just knows - he knows the choice he’s made and the ramifications that will follow from it. He almost expects Derek to claw the shit out of him for mere spite of ruining his crowning moment but silence follows. A heavy one that seems to stretch out for too long.

Stiles lifts his head, his eyes catching everyone’s faces as they stare back at him with mixtures of shock and disbelief. Derek’s screams anger - flared nostrils, brows scrunched, a glaring gaze fixated no longer on Peter, but on him. Those claws remain out, his hand still lifted in the air and Stiles thinks this is it. All the good he’s sure he’s done - all the help he’s given to Scott and Derek and the rest. It’s all for nothing because Derek’s ready to kill him and make sure that Peter drags him down to hell with him.

Except, nothing happens.

Derek lowers his hand, anger slipping into heated confusion as Peter struggles to breathe beneath them. “Why -?”

“I know you want this and I know you have every right but it’s too much.” He’s not exactly sure what he’s doing but he won’t move from his spot. He keeps his arms over Peter as if that might help - though he knows it won’t. But he can’t let this happen - not while he’s in this perplexed state. He can’t tell Derek that Peter called him the clever one and it makes him feel a certain way.

“What the hell are you doing?” Argent’s yelling across the open space, hugging Allison close to him. He’ll never let her out of his sight if Scott stays the way he is, but he can’t let either of them touch Peter.

“He’s done too much,” Derek huffs, and Stiles nods, grimacing as Peter coughs.

“I know - ”

“Stiles,” Scott takes a few steps towards them. “Even if I wanted to stop Derek, it’d be me all the same. I need this or I - I can’t - ”

Peter makes some horrible gurgling noise and Stiles looks back down at him, the stench of his burned body almost a shock to the system at seeing Peter’s icy blue gaze looking back at him. “You don’t know if it’ll work. No one does. Derek and Peter - they were born as wolves. What if - ”

Derek growls and grabs Stiles by the scruff of his shirt. “What the hell does it matter? Get out of the way!” He’s about to toss Stiles and if he gets too far, it’ll be too late. He doesn’t know what he can say to change their minds. It’s a hard win knowing what all they’ve been through.

“H- he is all you have left.” Stiles stammers out. “I know he’s done bad things but he’s your family.” Derek growls again and Stiles shakes like a leaf in his grasp.

“I can always make a new one.” Electric blue eyes flash at Stiles, momentarily stunning him and he knows. He knows if Derek does this and takes that power from Peter that it might be all over for the rest of them. He opens his mouth to protest - to say anything to keep this filibuster going in hopes of winning but Derek surprises him, suddenly dropping him to his feet. “But I can wait. You want him so badly?” He pushes Stiles over, tripping him on the way down.

Stiles lands right next to Peter, catching blue eyes on him as he tries to push himself up.

“You can be his new nurse - since he killed the old one. And when he regains his strength and kills you too, then I’ll have him right back here where I want him.” The words are spoken so harshly that it brings a burning flush to Stiles’ face. He’s done something that can’t be taken back and he can’t even bring himself to look at Scott.

No one but Peter, who’s looking at him like he wants to say something.

“Okay,” Stiles shuts his eyes. “He’s my responsibility.” As much as that might not even be true, he says it anyway.

When he opens his eyes, Peter’s slowly shift to red in their shared silence and Stiles finally feels seen as a deal is made.

[dragon-creates]

Funnybunny Week 2025

Prompt: Messy

AU: (Sonic) Pomni Adventure AU by @allhailthequeenuwu

AO3

Pomni genuinely couldn’t understand Jax, it had been that way ever since they first met. First Jax wanted to fight her for the chaos emeralds and destroy the world, then he wanted to help her in order to restore it as a promise he made to a friend from long ago. It was then she saw a more softer and vulnerable side to Jax, seeing humanity in his eyes for the first time. Then they were back to fighting again, with Jax glaring daggers at her as though she scorned his life.

The same could be said for Jax when thinking about Pomni. She could be facing the end of the world, and yet she still smiles? Without a hint of fear. Not only that, she would hold wisdom and give advice that not even geniuses throughout the year could come up with - then she would say a ridiculous quip with a stupid smirk as though she was unaware of the insight she gave. He just didn’t get her.   

Right now everyone was taking shelter at Queenie’s home - Pomni’s adoptive mother - resting until Caine inevitably attacked them again. He was on the balcony, looking out at the stars. Nothing but comfortable silence.

“Sup Jax!”

Never mind.

He huffed through his nose, turning to see the speedster come up behind him, holding two mugs, “Mom made some hot chocolate, want some?”

“Sure,” he spoke, turning away again.

Pomni walked over to him, handing him the mug, “Nice night huh?”

“I’m aware of the state of the night, thank you Pomni,” Jax deadpanned.

Pomni pursed her lips,” O-kay then. How about I join you then?”

He didn’t get to protest when she rested her back against the balcony, right next to him. Great, just what he needed. 

“Caine put up one hell of a fight today, didn’t he?” Pomni nudged him.

Jax rolled his eyes, “Are you only going to state the obvious Pomni?”

“Jeez, sorry,” Pomni held her hands up in defense. “Just wanted to make small talk.”

“I prefer silence,” Jax stared out at the stars again, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

“Okay, cool. Silence! I can do silence, I’m like the best at silencing!” Pomni grinned. “Like you need me to be silent? Then I’m your girl. Like seriously, I am the silence master!-”

“ Pomni ,” Jax growled, not in the mood for games.

“Right right! Being quiet! Starting now,” Pomni stood still, staring out into the night sky with Jax.

Jax was hoping the quiet would make things easier, but even her presence somehow made the hairs on his neck stand. Like she was a magnet constantly drawing him in, “I don’t understand you.”

“So much for being quiet,” Pomni murmured cheekily into her mug.

Jax glared at her, ignoring the comment, “I’ve seen people doubt you and call you a freak, have the world beat down on you again and again yet you always have faith to hold onto and spread to others. Then the next moment, you’re doing something dumb like see how fast you can run while doing a handstand?!?!”

Pomni snickered, “Hey I forgot about that, thanks for reminding me.”

“I just…” Jax pinched his nose, breathing slowly. “How are you so happy?”

“Heh, you really think it’s that easy for me,” Pomni gripped her mug. “You’re right, the world’s been cruel to me. Yet the weight of it is still on my shoulders. But I know that there are still people out there that believe in a better future. I bury down the bad stuff and help them, to let them know there’s a better tomorrow. If I don’t, then who will? And the stupid stuff I do? Well, everybody needs to distract themselves from fear somehow.”

Jax paused, staring at her, “You’re scared.”

Pomni huffed a laugh, it was dry and humourless, “All the time. Then again, you confuse me too. One minute you’re alright working with me. The next you’re chasing me downtown over a bad pun.”

Jax hummed, not noticing he was inching closer to her, “I could find it easier to be more pleasant to you if I understood you a bit more.”

“Well now you do, and now…” Pomni drew the word out a bit.

“I believe…you’re like me,” Jax told her. “You have a lot of pain built up and it’s a mess. So you deal with it the best you can. The bad memories keep trying to press up in front, so you have to be stronger than that. Even when it hurts. And you hate being alone, but you don’t want to infect anyone else with the pain you feel.”

“Yeah,” Pomni nodded. “I’m grateful for my friends, but I feel guilty for wanting to push them away sometimes. Cause I know they help me a lot. Eventually I find it in myself to keep myself open to them, it helps me feel lighter and be able to breathe again.”

“I don’t think I’m ready for that big of a step,” Jax admitted, the familiar vulnerability showing up again.

Pomni only hoped it wouldn’t vanish again so soon, “Well…how about just starting with me for now? I want to know more about the Jax that I haven’t seen much of.”

Jax turned to her, the same sincerity in her eyes again. The sincerity she gave to others when they needed help, despite the storm of a painful past behind her own smile. “Only if you promise to do the same for me…and less puns.”

“Oof, I’ll try,” Pomni giggled. “But now you know where it comes from.”

“Hmp, whatever,” Jax huffed. “Deal?”

Pomnis smiles slowly, for once she believed there was progress between the two of them, “Deal.”

[forthsight]

She’s awfully pushy for someone so pretty and fluttery, but Casey finds she kind of likes that. Likes that Allie controls and pushes the conversation, even if she keeps getting closer and that makes the dark haired woman nervous. But that just seems to be Allie’s nature, being close and touching. It attracts her while also making her want to run. To escape and go back to pretending she is enjoying herself as she loses her night with wine.

At the prompting of the question she chuckles, cheeks heating lightly as she tries to form an opinion. “I think it might symbolize blooming into one’s true self. A metamorphosis. Ever changing and growing, and the loss in one’s very being to reach a new beginning. But I’m not really a big art person when it comes to this kind of thing.” There is a pause and then she goes along with another truth. “I am much more versed in film.” She lets it out softly then clears her throat as Allie becomes surprised by her lack of a dating life.

“I - I don’t have a lot of free time, so I just don’t do it. It’s hard to find a partner and it takes too much time…” Her mouth goes dry at the suggestion of dating Allie and she looks around a bit worried, like someone could have heard. “I – uhm. Haha, I – you don’t mean that.” she can feel how hot her face is getting, how warm her palms start to grow. Maybe she should run now, She doesn’t think of the fact that their hands are still linked as she starts to walk off, near dragging Allie along behind her until they are somewhere quieter, empty and away from any prying eyes, voice lower, forgetting the questions about the movies and what she likes about them.

“Look you’re really pretty and – and you’re sweet but I can’t – you don’t — was it that obvious?” she drops her hand and fits her hands in her own hair for a minute walking away a few steps before returning. Was she really just outing herself now to the blonde? Or was her attraction just that obvious? Her eyes search Allie’s face, worrying at the inside of her cheek a moment more, before warm hands move to cup her face, tilt her head up slightly and then she surges in before she can overthink it and kisses the girl soundly, groaning softly when their lips meet.

        she does realize they’ve stopped, eventually, eyes fluttering to adjust to the large picture. darker, maybe. but fear isn’t the conclusion allie comes to. it’s pretty, all the reds. they almost look like flowers, but allie thinks there just might be flowers in everything. the more she talks to casey, the closer she stands, the dreamier she gets, warmer, kissed by flame in her cheeks. she perks up with interest, remembering her lovely, very personal tour guide.  “ tell me about this one, ”  allie demands, turning half-way to casey and tapping her, gentle but close to her heart.  “ whaddya’ think? ”

        the edible helps, too, but it makes everything so much more. the surprise that comes at casey’s admission draws cartoonishly on her face.  “ you don’t date? like, never ever? ”  allie takes her hands back in hers, in her seriousness.  “ that’s so sad! dates are really fun, they’re, like, hanging out with people, but upgraded, ‘cause you get a kiss. and sometimes, you don’t have to kiss, if you don’t want! i love kisses, though, duhsies. but- but they’re special! that’s the point, dates are special. ”  as fretting starts to seep into her ramblings, all allie can think of is how lonely it is. she can’t stay single to save her life, and she doesn’t want to. she doesn’t ever want to be alone. how could she help casey? allie lights up.  “ wait, i have an idea! you could date me! ”

        all talking about monsters makes her want to do, is feel under casey’s skin, even more than she already does, to feel the flame for herself.  “ yes, i happen to like the snatching.”  she says cheekily, with a smile to match. despite casey’s assurances, and allie’s eagerness to believe every word she says, the thought continues to burrow deeper in her mind. all she can think is she really isn’t good at anything. she’s kinda’ useless, actually. but casey doesn’t seem to notice, she always responds so sweetly to everything allie does. it makes her crazy. her eyes grow wide listening to casey talk, as if it will help her observe the information.  “ oh gosh, i’m definitely not smart enough for that. ”  she says with a nervous laugh. of course, she still has a million questions, but she keeps it to a few.  “ do you find it scary, then? or, like, is it fun, then? or, both? sometimes people are like that, all mixed up like a salad. usually, if they’re scary and fun, that makes them hot, though. but i guess that’s not actually scary, i’m not scared of people. ”

[burningembers91]

I have a request,

Could you do an inho/frontman fic that the reader and inho knew if each other since kids and the reader was best friends with junho and i know there’s like an age gap between junho and inho buy it could be changed to like inho being only 2 years older,and the reader basically had a crush on him and so did inho but the reader moved to a different (anywhere you want)and when she grew up, she back and somehow ended up in the games and inho remembers her and say the reader can’t remember inho, inho stills goes in to play the games cuz I think it should be around s2, and at some point the reader finds and inho protect her and stuff.

I know this is long, I just tried to explain as much I could and if you can’t do it’s totally fine.

Hi,

Thanks for ask! So, I did say on my page that I don’t create fics based on other people’s ideas, and I have a list of prompts and lyrics pinned to the top of my page that I prefer to use.

The reason I do this is because I find that I really struggle to write an idea that someone else has given me, for many reasons, but mostly because I find it difficult to be creative when the idea didn’t come from me. I hope that makes sense. I enjoy using prompts (like the ones pinned at the top of my blog), because I find it easier to weave these prompts into the worlds, characters and stories I have already created. I have a huge Word document that is full to the brim with the characters I write for, along with the stories I’ve written so far and ideas about where I want the plot to go.

I also prefer to write for the characters outside of the games/TV show plot, as it opens up the creative possibilities a lot more and I have a lot more freedom to choose where the story goes.

That being said, I am in the process of fleshing out a love triangle series between Hwang In-Ho, Hwang Jun-Ho and reader. It’s in the really early stages at the moment, but it is something I’d like to write about.

I hope that makes sense and you can understand my reasons for not taking your request on.

[rollinouttahere-writes]

I appreciate how you mentioned that lucky would give up on going back to their home world when they get their memories back because that would literally be me. (Also I feel that its unrealistic for people to want to go back to a boring world, but hey I practice escapism through stories so maybe I don't get it.)

Memories gone: I probably have a family and people who care about so I should go back. :(

Memories back: so... am I a permanent member because I would like to stay please.

Strawhats: :0 :D yay no more escape attempts!

I can't remember but did you say anything about how this sudden change may effect the mood of characters.

I'm glad you like that decision!

The general idea behind her not wanting to go back was to go against what pretty much every other isekai fic does, because like you said, it isn't particularly reflective of the people reading it. I mean really, what maniac is choosing taxes and a shitty desk job over fucking around in a magical anime world? Not me, and not most of the people that go out of their way to read reader insert fics lmao

Lucky's memories trickle back in pretty quick, so by the time they all get to the Grand Line, she remembers enough to know that she doesn't want to go back. Abruptly, she goes from trying to figure out where she came from and who she was, to never talking about it or bringing it up. If any of the Straw Hats do question her about her memories, she becomes shifty and shrugs off the inquiry by saying that she hasn't remembered anything new. Most of the crew interprets this as her quietly implying that she wants to stay with them, and they're content to leave it at that.

She doesn't outright state that she wants to stay until after her and Luffy have a heart-to-heart about the actual state of her memory and where she came from after the Enel fight. Luffy lowkey forgot that she was ever even trying to find a way home, so the new information doesn't really phase him that much. He already assumed she was here to stay. The other world stuff catches his attention a little bit, but he gets over it pretty quickly because it doesn't sound very fun if he's being honest. It's no wonder Lucky doesn't want to go back to that.

The only member who does have a distinct sense of relief over Lucky openly stating that she has no interest in going back is Nami. She was the only one that was really agonizing over the possibility of Lucky trying to leave. It's a weight off her shoulders, and it prompts her to make a "joke" that it's a good thing that Lucky wants to stay, otherwise Nami would have had to force her to pay off her tab first.

Everyone else was in the same train of thought as Luffy where they were already working under the assumption that Lucky had no intent on ever leaving. This revelation, however, was the first time that Chopper was introduced to any of this information, so he is wildly confused but simultaneously vindicated that he was right about Lucky smelling weird. He didn't think that it was because she was from another world, but at least he doesn't feel like he's imagining things anymore.

Also the Straw Hats literally never have to worry about escape attempts from Lucky. If she's missing, she was either kidnapped or fell victim to the usual Straw Hat hijinks lol

[starry-bi-sky]

finally giving fem danyal her own au and fulfilling my 'danny is an animal whisperer' agenda at the same time: mother of monsters danyal 2.0

i say "2.0" because TECHNICALLY 'mother of monsters danyal' is an au I made back in June for Dark fem!Danyal (who I promptly named Layal). However, I haven't posted much for her yet, and I like the "mother of monsters" premise too much to leave it only to Layal. Plus Danyal in that au was going to become the mother of monsters anyway, just with significantly less world domination and mass extinction.

'Animal whisperer' Danny has been something I've been thinking about since my latest DP 'wolfpack au' post and it's! So fun to think about, and who no better to assign the idea to than Danyal Al Ghul? Who comes from a family infamously known for their love of animals and nature?

Fem Danyal is just purely self-indulgent. *gestures wildly at her* i just lomvb,,, her,,,, I've only really mentioned her in context of the 'Things in Threes' au/my first Danyal al Ghul au with the facial scar, but she's!!! I love her. She deserves her own au <33

So kill three birds with one stone! Make a post about it.

Anyways, Danny has a large lair. Similar to cult leader danyal, her lair is a giant mountain region resembling nanda parbat with a big temple/palace-like area built into the mountain. It's large, it's overflowing with natural flora, with its own mini-floating islands hovering over some areas, and it's also completely empty.

Danny takes one look at her lair upon first meeting, -- noting that it looked relatively smaller from the outside -- and promptly, with the elegance of an Al Ghul, goes "What the hell??" Because yes, while she does enjoy her own solitude and privacy, this is a bit ridiculous.

For heaven's sake, there's even a massive lake in there! What's she going to do with all this space? Can she make it any smaller? Why is it so big in the first place? This looks borderline like one of the mega-islands!

She finds out later that apparently, the amount of ectoplasm a ghost has can have an effect on the size of their lair. And since she has such a large core, her lair reflects that. Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff, it's bigger on the inside so it doesn't take up "too much space" on the outside. Don't worry about it too much.

Danyal isn't totally opposed to having such a large lair, she's just... a bit baffled by it. It feels like so much wasted space is all. All this flora and no fauna to enjoy it with. It's practically eerie.

She decorates her temple-palace area, transforming rooms to match her needs as she sees fit. In the center of the inner gardens is a massive tree that she likes to climb, with twisting, winding branches. Sam and Tucker have honorary rooms, even if they can't safely leave the specter speeder for long periods of time, even with proper safety equipment. So does Jazz. Ali (Dani) has one too, but he can actually use that one, and Danny brought him to her lair so he could decorate it himself.

She has a personal garden, but for the most part she lets the flora exist as it is. Too much space to cultivate it en masse anyways.

Skip to a few weeks later, on her next visit to Clockwork. She developed a habit of going to see him semi-regularly just because. She enjoys his wisdom, and he has a lot of stories to tell, and when he's not being the cryptic and esoteric timekeeper, he's a bit goofy.

(pushing my dadwork agenda here,,, i think Danny deserves to go 'hey, Lord Clockwork, do you want me to buy you something' while she's at walmart, only to receive a singular glowing sticky note that says 'cucumber gatorade'.)

(She insists on referring to him with his proper titles even for the most mundane of things because it's proper, but Clockwork sees a future where she eventually calls him "Cee" and by all things in existence is he determined to get there. Anyways,,,)

On her next visit to Clockwork, just as she is about to leave, Clockwork stops her and goes; "Ah, I have something for you. Hold out your hands."

Danny does as such, and Clockwork doesn't give out things often, so her curiosity has spiked to the highest levels. He turns away from her for a moment, using his staff to summon whatever it is he needs, and when he turns around.

He drops a fish into her hands. Granted, a fish in a small glass tank. But a fish nonetheless. A small one, roughly about the size of her finger, with a blue-black, eel-shaped body and four sets of glowing eyes. She can see thin, almost translucent, but spiny fins down its back and the start of bioluminescent markings. It's swimming around in circles in its small container.

"Lord Clockwork." Danyal says all too calmly.

"Yes, Danyal?"

"What is this?"

"That is an adolescent leviathan, Danyal." She’s transfixed onto the tank, but she doesn’t need to see Clockwork’s face to hear the smile he’s stifling.

The myriad of emotions that runs through her all at once threatens to overwhelm her, and she can’t tell if the feelings are negative or positive. So she carefully closes her eyes to breathe in through her nose.

“Clockwork.”

“Ah, I see you’ve dropped formalities.”

She ignores that.

“Why have you given me an adolescent leviathan?”

She's expecting the trickster to look amused when she opens her eyes. Instead, he just looks endeared. "I know you're fond of animals," he says, "and you always look amazed when you come across an animal of the realms. So I thought you might enjoy taking care of the young beast, it's mother is dead so it has no one to care for it."

Oh.

"But, if you don't like it," Clockwork's hands reach out for the tank, "I can simply take it back--"

Danyal shifts the tank out from his reach and hugs it possessively. "I never said that. How do I care for it?"

And so clockwork gives her a list, and when Danyal returns to her lair, she sets up a large tank in her room for the leviathan to swim in -- it's much too small for the lake right now, she thinks. She'll feel better if it's somewhere she can find it. She names him Suhā.

Suhā grows quickly, and by the end of the mortal month she transforms one of the rooms into a large pond for him to swim around in. He's a very loyal beast, recognizing her as it's mother of some kind. Danyal takes great care ensuring that her beastie gets quality care, and Suhā swims to the surface to see her when he senses her in the room.

It spirals from there. Somehow, Pandora catches wind that Clockwork gave her a leviathan, and so the next time Danyal visits the Greater Athens, she gives her a baby chimera. It's eyes are still sealed shut, Danyal can't bring herself to say no. She names the little beastie Firas.

Frostbite hears about it too, and not to be outdone, gives her an animal she's never even heard of. Infinite-realms born, apparently. A fox-like creature with two small horns like an impala, four eyes, and tall legs. The name isn't something she's quite sure how to write down, and she's positive that her friends won't be able to comprehend it. She names her Eira.

Getting the three of them used to each other was... interesting. Suhā tried to eat Firas when Danyal first introduced the two, and they've hated each other ever since. Firas and Eira are seemingly getting along. Her island already feels full enough with the three of them on it.

Of course, that's not the end of it. With her luck, she begins stumbling across other monsters. Realms-borne or otherwise. An injured hydra in the Grecian islands that, through lots of trial and error, Danyal is able to rehabilitate and heal. It routinely comes to visit her afterwards.

A griffin with a broken wing that she moves permanently to the island that likes to keep to itself, but tends to come down when she's near. It gets along best with Firas.

A panther-like monster from the Shades Woods that had six legs and three tails, with ends that reminded her of a venus flytrap. It stuck around the heavy foliage and she can only make out where it was when she saw its golden eyes reflect.

She befriends a young indrik with its leg injured, and much like the hydra it follows her back to her island, and stays there in the mountains. It comes out when she's alone, much like her other beasts.

She receives two more leviathan -- one from clockwork, and one she finds herself while exploring the deeper and darker recesses of the Ghost Zone. It was huddled against the carcass of its mother, and she managed to befriend and get close enough to it to bring it back to her island. Suhā is fully grown by then, with a head bigger than Danyal herself and he still likes to stick her head out of the water for nuzzles when she's near.

He's not very happy with his new siblings, but he's not trying to eat them when she's not looking. So she calls it a win in her book.

And it's not just large beasts either; smaller animals begin popping up when she's not looking. Bird-like creatures and small mammals, and she swears she saw a doe (or something resembling a doe) grazing in the forest while she was walking by.

She takes back with her a lone snake egg once, and it grows so big it wraps around her island and sleeps with its massive head on the mountain beside the temple, like some smaller breed of Jörmungandr.

And on and on it goes. Some of the beasts she comes across never step foot onto her island, some of them follow her back, while others she has to carry back. Not all of the ones that follow her stay, and Danny rehabilitates the injured and releases them when they're fully healed.

It's hectic, and busy, and frankly she loves it. Some of her rehabilitated beasts return to visit her, or to have their children somewhere on the island, or whatever it is they need to do.

She becomes a bit infamous for it. She goes to visit Dorathea once, and as she's walking through the streets she can hear some of the denizens whispering while she walks past.

"Is that her?"

"Her highness' friend? Yes--"

"--that's the one--"

"--Mother of monsters--"

Danny's not sure how to feel about that.

Although, she can't say she's opposed.

Danyal Al Ghul, Mother of monsters, raiser of beasts. It has a nice ring to it.

[mohntilyet]

i’m having illario dellamorte thoughts. what if instead of knowingly betraying lucanis he did it like, unknowingly. idk how this would work but i’m intrigued by what it gives us. illario ‘i accidentally caused my cousin’s death & can never tell anyone’ dellamorte. genuinely grieving. blaming himself. does he take advantage of the year before lucanis comes back?? does caterina still ignore him the whole time?? how different is the canon plotline once rook shows up with lucanis post-rescue…..

anyways i would love your thoughts!!

95% of what i do with illario operates on the idea that he is frighteningly competent so you can see why the way the crows plotline plays out in the game might frustrate me. it’s also this reason why i don’t actually think too much about “illario got lucanis killed, but didn’t mean to do it”, because i like the idea that everything illario does in his life is planned to the second and that he’s too well trained to mess up this badly, if that makes sense. with that being said. 5% of my brain power does sometimes go towards “and what if he just sucked actually” and it was a theory i enjoyed before the game even released. so i have in fact been thinking about this anyway LOL . maybe he tries to honeypot zara, accidentally actually reveals lucanis’ next assassination job, and zara gets rid of him as a ‘gift’. illario is horrified and that gets even worse when lucanis’ body shows up, and he assumes this must be because he spurned zara by leaving her and not having the guts to seize power.

i think we could make his inferiority complex worse. illario’s worst fear confirmed: he is as worthless as his grandmother believes he is, botching something so badly that he accidentally sentences his cousin to death when what he wanted was lucanis just… out of the way for a bit (maybe while he kills caterina. LOL. i still think his resentment of caterina trumps his jealousy for lucanis though those two things are very intertwined its hard for him to differentiate them). so incapable that he got the only person who actually supports him killed, and now he’s dreading the idea of becoming first talon. he doesn’t want first talon without lucanis backing him, and now the only person left is caterina which is suffocating and makes him even unhappier. at least he hadn’t lived through her alone, and now through consequences of his own decisions, illario has no choice but to.

i think that would affect his plans for talon because of how horribly he’d fucked up, and tries to mask it because if he suddenly actually doesn’t want to be talon that would be a red flag for everyone. lucanis coming back would delight him (talon is within his sights again if lucanis comes back!) and freak him out. i think the plotline would actually be pretty similar because of this freak out, so he still shows up to zara’s fight to cover his tracks. lucanis can never know, caterina can never know, because what little faith they have in him will be lost. like he committed fratricide and didn’t even MEAN to😭 ...corpse whispering still happens, and zara is like “ohhh that coward. he can never finish what he started, can he?” + “elaborate.” + “i gave him what he most wanted in the world and instead of being grateful, he ran away.” so lucanis finds out about what happened but feels a mix of “illario, you idiot” + pity because turns out he didn’t even mean for it to happen, and keeps his secret for now, otherwise he’d probably have to kill him.

i also think not meaning to kill lucanis would sour his feelings towards the venatori, who are a reminder of how badly he failed, so the alliance wouldn’t happen. this does mean if the story goes on as it does in canon, he has to take desperate measures another way and kidnap caterina for some other reason but i can’t think of why….. maybe a thing where illario is like “ok. lucanis is distracted by the elven gods. this time i just have to kill nonna for real and then nothing is in my way” and recruits disgraced houses or houses that don’t like caterina to do so? not sure tbh but i don’t believe caterina made it so far without making enemies lol. this would happen post bloodbath + corpse whispering— lucanis leaves his cousin unchecked because while he knows illario didn’t mean for him to die, he has no idea how far he would go to have caterina dead. teia could find out about this and send word to foil the kidnapping and assassination attempt

so ‘murder of crows’ is still about saving caterina, the illario-lucanis fight still happens, but it’s a little more hesitant and lots of “why won’t you just let me kill her? i’m doing this for the both of us”. he’s had to live with being the un-favorite, but never would have thought lucanis would actually pick caterina if it came down to it. with all of his missteps here, i think the final decision (and i think it should be like this in canon anyway) would be to imprison illario or kill him. imprisoning him is just a lot of “i can’t kill illario as much as he couldn’t kill me”, vs killing him as is expected from him as talon, and what he knew he would have to do after finding out about illario's failures. unlike canon, where illario is actually meaning to kill him and can be seen as a 'good crow' despite the sloppiness, here he's like. just bad at everything. the allied traitor houses that went against caterina would also have to be imprisoned or killed. no happy ending at all here, and lucanis still becomes first talon. now that i’ve written it out this is actually probably the worst ending LOL

the above sticks a lot to what is canon to the game (plot points, choices, etc) and i didn’t go very far away from it so it's like canon 3 inches to the left. tho my thoughts on this are not fleshed out* because i think illario works better as an antagonist character that sets things in motion !! not necessarily the villain in a cain-abel story, but a character who opposes lucanis while still not wanting to hurt him. that kind of discipline where he finds a way to get what he wants (first talon) without compromising what he also cares for (family) is so much more fun for me than a man who apparently just loses it and decides to enact a bad plan to get rid of his cousin. if he waited 20+ years to become talon i think he’d be more careful when it came down to it. if i had my way illario would be playing insane 5d chess to rival solas (insert black sails “i once thought that to lead, to be liked was just as good as feared. and that may very well be true. but to be both liked and feared all at once, is an entirely different state of being.”)

[sysig]

Growing closer than expected (Patreon)

[moe-broey]

Why did I start like three other projects when I was already working on a big project when I just got hit with the autism exhaustion beam (requires. At least One Full Day just dead in bed, and then some more Taking It Easy time after)

[suffercerebral]

me having gone to bed at 6 am every day for the past week and generally spiraling mentally while rotting in bed waking up this morning: a 4 mile hike in the heat is a really good idea right now, and while we're at it let's start like 3 art projects

[marshsano]

day six: encourage!

the idea of taegan sending dorian on missions with a bit of encouragement had me in TEARS, so I had to go all out for it. this took me like a week though because of midterms, so that was fun.

@14daysdalovers

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

"Do you not realize it? Do you... truly not see what this means?"

The next Destiny Bond update is in progress! ❄️✨ –> Check out the latest part here 🔷 –> New to the series? Follow from the start! 💜

[wizardclown]

hmmmmm