#i was half tempted to do something canon-wise

[commehter]

Does Zu-Ozai ever get to have a romantic partner again? Losing Mai (and their not-yet-born child) seems like it would be profoundly lonely.

Ah. Well...

The short answer is that I don't have any solid plans on including a romantic interest one way or the other for Zu-Ozai in SToFLO. Let alone a particular who that would fill the role. I'm open to options, but I'm not married to any of the ideas I've had thus far.

Long answer (and potential spoilers) under the cut.

The thing is, it's kind of an awkward topic to tackle. I understand the desire for Zu-Ozai to have someone, but... Simply put he's a 19-year-old in a 35-year-old body, tossed 6 years into his own past and grieving the loss of his first wife and child. No matter what I choose to do, that's going to be messy.

The entire main cast (and the bulk of the rest of the cast for that matter) is way too young. A good chunk of the remaining cast is too old. In the leftover sliver of the canon cast, that isn't already married... Frankly, I'm not seeing any options that I'd care to write.

Maybe I've missed someone, but I can't think of a single canon character I'd be happy pairing with Zu-Ozai.

That leaves the OC route and... Welp, I haven't ruled it out, but I am highly aware that main-canon-character/original-character pairings aren't terribly popular and put a lot of readers off. (I should know. I'm one of the folks that typically avoid them like the plague.) I could get into the weeds of why, but that might easily spiral into a rather long rant... Suffice it to say that MCC /OC pairings tend to be poorly written about 98% of the time before we ever get into other reasons someone may not want to read such a pairing.

I'm still playing with the idea though because I have read a few fics that did it right. (Vathara's Embers comes to mind for giving Iroh an OC girlfriend that I rather liked.) But the "trick" to doing it right largely comes down to the OC in question having a life and purpose outside of being shipping fodder, so I can't just make a random OC on the sole basis of "Zu-Ozai deserves a wife."

That comes with its own tangle of problems. What is the OC's other (read: main) role in the story? How does this OC enter Zu-Ozai's life? Why does she stay? Are they actually compatible personality wise? What about principles? What are the political ramifications? Can I, as the author, write it in a manner that is organic rather than forced?

Honestly, the answer to that last one is probably "only if you actually let it happen organically instead of pushing it."

So... Yeah. I'd like for our boy to find someone, too, but it's not something I'm going to focus on for fear of producing something truly cringe-worthy. (Either way, I write at the pace of frozen molasses, so it will be awhile before Zu-Ozai is ready to move on and try dating again, anyway.)

**As a final aside, my current leading idea (as of writing this post) for a potential OC match is Suki's mom. -- It's my understanding that Netflix actually made a character for that role (Did they axe Oyaji as village leader or something?) so I might end up stealing Yukari's name. Pessimist fish already decided we were stealing Raava's name from TLoK for the Avatar Spirit, after all. -- A warrior from a small, neutral nation that no one cares about seems about his speed for someone he might actually be interested in without creating a political nightmare in the process. Comes with a bonus excuse to drag an itty-bitty Suki into the narrative, too!

...Someone is going to have to explain to Zu-Ozai that children "playing" hide-and-explode(-plus-blades-for-the-nonbender) across palace rooftops is NOT a normal "sibling bonding experience." Just imagine, three little hellions and their dad who doesn't think they're doing anything all that unusual. Mom be like "no that's definitely not normal... keeps their skills sharp, though." ...Okay, so I'm half-tempted to do it for the hellion step-sibling trio alone. So adorable and yet terrifying!**

[sapphicsandscience]

20 questions for fic writers

Not going to lie - no one tagged me in this lol - but I am doing it .

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

47.

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

322,829.

Crazy number for me. I know some have literal millions but I can’t believe I’ve written that much in like the last two or three years??

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently Star Trek (TNG/VOY/PIC & some DS9). ER and Criminal Minds more so in the past. But ER I’ll never leave you.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Aster

- my labor of love - no pun intended.

- i WILL finish her (manifest it pls).

A Flame In Your Heart

- going to be honest writing post s3 isn’t something that interests me the most.

- however, this is a cute story and i wish i had some more ideas for it as i feel like i lack direction.

I Should Have Moved Moons For You

- ahhh.

- a fic I really should have pre-written before posting but i do have fun with it.

- i am half confident she will be finished in time but it stresses me out thinking about it and my outline lol.

- but like most of my WIPs the chapters are all outlined and i do have semi-concrete endings for them or at least know the main plot.

A Lot Of Things Can Happen In Two Months

- like the concept but i think i could have written it better ?

- feels a bit messy but also there are a lot of feelings in it.

- but happy i got it finished !! and i am proud of it overall.

Eighteen Minutes

- ngl I forgot I wrote this lol.

- the only one-shot here.

- def benefited kudos wise from being posted after the second episode aired.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! And I love to give comments regardless if I get a reply from the author. But personally, I like to reply back as the commenter has taken their time to do this. And you can have some really lovely and funny interactions in the comments haha … I just love talking about fic.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Well…it would have to be either of the ones I killed Beverly in - Last contact or Too Late.

Not sure which is more angstiest?

However, as for a multichap ending that ends the most angstiest and wasn’t written to be a character-death-fic - maybe - A Lot Of Things Can Happen In Two Months. Which sucks cause it’s pretty much canon compliant LOL.

Hmm now I am tempted to write another multichap with a less than happy ending…

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics that have an ‘ending’ are WIPS that I haven’t finished yet lol.

But maybe Our Turn - it’s just Beverly and Jean-Luc enjoying everything wonderful in their lives <3

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Not really - I doubt anyone cares enough lol. But I am ‘fortunate’ that some of the more ‘controversial’ ships I may write have had writers come before me and take the brunt of any crap :(( but they’ve created a lovely sandbox for the rest of us to play in <3

9. Do you write smut?

Not often but I have yeah…and *deep breaths* … I have no idea if I am even acceptable at it LOL. It’s definitely something I sometimes want to add to my fics and lately I’ve been giving in a little.

Okay, someone tell me if I am terrible and I will stop.

10. Do you write crossovers?

It’s not my go to thing but yes I have. Including the fusion ER/TNG fic that three people have probably read (but three people I love).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No but that would be cool as!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! With my lovely and supportive ER fic buddies ❤️

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Not sure how best to answer this. It is very dependant on my current hyperfixation and I am one of those sapphics that very much is into the woman more than the man in terms of interest in f/m ships…

However, at the moment it’s Beverly/Jean-Luc and I can say I am definitely more invested and interested in Jean-Luc’s character than I have been with other men in f/m ships. So that’s another reason.

But I love to read/write Crusher/Janeway ❤️ and LOVE those characters. Kerry/Sandy too is special to me.

Can honestly say apart from helping me give Emily Prentiss a baby in my fics I never cared that much for any of her ships I wrote (sorry 😭).

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but probably won't?

Probably better I don’t answer this. It stresses me out cause I want them all to be done 😭

I’ll answer with a WIP I never posted which was a dystopian AU with Kerry and Sandy. Field medicine, babies (it’s me so ofc) and friends trying to survive together.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmm - I think I can come up with some good ideas. I can be good at description and introspection … probably more than dialogue.

And I am very strong in the art of giving Beverly Crusher lots of babies. And also making her go through angsty stuff. But I make up for that with the babies I think.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Long intricate plots ? I would love to be better as balancing many themes and plot points in one story. I struggle with dialogue sometimes as well.

Also I am very word count preoccupied at times which is a hindrance as a writer. I sometimes really struggle to get anything out in a session then can overcompensate later by writing too much? But honestly either way I just let myself go with the flow these days otherwise I stress about it.

Yeah and I probably need to edit better.

And smut.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Is this controversial?? I don’t have any issue with it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

(redacted)

20. Favourite fic you've written?

These are both not what I would consider my best work (idk what that even is) but probably Gone (Ice)fishing or It Takes A Village.

Both were written as gifts and out of my comfort zone (for different reasons) but I am really proud of them both.

But I also love some of my Kerry/Sandy one-shots I did here on this blog. And Aster is definitely a personal accomplishment in terms of length as a writer. I love it too ❤️.

Oh, also - To Build A Home - cause it’s tragic & angsty but also BABY🥹 - it’s just my brand.

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Okay -I’ll shut up now.

Anyone feel free to do this and tag me.

[wolffyluna]

I just finished The Crown Prince by Feng Nong yesterday.

I think the English speaking fandom for it is just me and maybe @unforth, but I am tempted to write some fic for it.

For context: the comic is about former crown prince, Yong Qi, cinnamon role with a spine of wet tissue paper who has been put in jail after being deposed; and the new crown prince, his younger half brother Yong Shan, who is competent and most things except for functional relationships. It's also an noncon incest comic, and with that warning, the rest of this is under a cut.

1. I'm kind of interested in writing some missing scene fic to fix the seam in the middle. The relationship between Yong Shan and Yong Qi changes quite noticeably in the middle-- it gets. So much more functional, and they do seem to like each other, as opposed to being stuck in a loop of flailing and terror, respectively.

And this is partially justified in some character development Yong Shan has.

But there are two problems:

- the relationship improves *before* the character development

- we get way less development for Yong Qi, and yeah, sure, he's a forgiving guy, but it's a very sudden change for no explicable reason?

And like. I bet I could in fic work out why Yong Qi inexplicably, uh, becomes very placid about this situation. And also sneak in some more development for Yong Shan so the timing makes sense.

Like. I think trying to fix it pacing wise would make it more fucked up, but hopefully in a sparkly way? It would probably be a combination of Yong Qi being a very forgiving ~ cinnamon roll, combined with "wow, our relationship is so much better when it's only 5% rape and torture" and "he keeps raping me, but he hasn't killed me when not killing me would take some effort."

2. There's a characterisation thing that is lodging in my brain. And I know the Doylistic answer for why this character is Like That is "because it is the tropes," and there probably isn't a canon Watsonian answer.

But. Um.

Yong Shan, who just assumes incest is the answer, for things where there is a much more common and innocuous answer? Like, his explicit reasoning is "you (Yong Qi) must like our other brother (Yong Lin) better because you want to and have fucked him!" not just. Yong Qi likes Yong Lin better for any other reason?

And Yong Shan is the only brother who does that.

And there's some... [wiggle hands] they're not quite 'identified patient' dynamics, but something similar, around him? He's the cold fish brother no one likes, not even his mother.

And this is painting a very particular picture, and I'm noooooot sure the author intended it.

[inflame]

Random headcanon generator

This character has a diary that they write in with a glittery gel pen. ❌ blue or black ink ONLY. i can't believe this is really the first thing that generated

Laura chews their nails when nervous. ✔️ she keeps them long-ish just so she feels worse about it, though. pretty effective deterrent

It would not take much for Laura to turn evil. ❌ laura has been tempted more than every character in the bible put together. it is quite literally not possible to 'turn' her 'evil'. there's receipts

Laura is very good at using chopsticks. ❌ 1. i highly doubt they even have them at their one [half] chinese restaurant 2. her hands are pretty fucked up, nerve-wise, these days. but barring that, if anybody taught her, i think she'd have been fine. she would definitely still try. so i guess my answer is actually 'it depends'

If someone they knew committed a crime, Laura would cover for them. ✔️ she has very much canonically helped bobby [badly] bury a body. anybody she wasn't tight with, i wouldn't say she'd 'cover for' them, exactly, but she is no snitch

Laura needs a nightlight to sleep. ❌ she is not remotely afraid of the dark. the dark might be a little afraid of her

Laura is a cry baby. ✔️ laura is.... weird. conveying emotion in general. but i would not say that is an unfair assessment. she definitely doesn't have qualms about crying, and she definitely has a lot to cry about

Laura is not allowed to drink energy drinks. ✔️ i mean, realistically no one can stop her from doing anything. but somehow that is a more worrisome image to me than anything i've actually seen her do

Laura will remind others in the midst of chaos how good they're being. ✔️ well, yes. she has mom blood, unfortunately

Laura is a theatre kid. ✔️ her parents met doing theatre in college and then they started their own company, so, like. she was kind of drafted. it's not an interest she would pursue of her own volition, though

Laura instinctively cleans messes in their own house as well as other peoples. ✔️ sorry about her

Laura could easily survive The Hunger Games. ❌ she would be good on the survivalist angle but any violence past like, hitting somebody is not something she could ever handle

Laura likes board games, but no one else wants to play with them. ✔️ and they are right

Laura is a dog person. ❌ she's not NOT. but the palmers have cats

Laura is not good with social cues. ❌ she's fine with registering them, she just often chooses to ignore them

tagged by @whinedarksea tagging whoever wants! @ me!

[sabraeal]

Shidan/Garrack and a love potion gone wrong

The Kit-Cat clock up on the wall’s been acting up again.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-purr-purr-tock. No wonder it’s been running slow.

Shidan tries not to notice – it just encourages the thing – but even with the pneumatic engraver going, even with the Quiet-Me he’s carved into the crown molding of the office, it’s obvious.

He lets out a huff. This is what you get with antiques: attitude.

“That’s what you get for letting mom practice spellwork on whatever she could get her hands on,” pipes a voice from behind him, back where there’s a cluster of what Yuzuri calls alternative seating options and Shidan calls expensive trash bags.

He doesn’t turn – Don’t-See-Mes are tricky things, and he’s just managed to get it anchored to the monogram; the last thing he needs is for the damn thing to get ideas and start turning the whole watch invisible as he’s working on it – but he does say, “That’s what I get for your grandmother letting her spell whatever she wants. God know why she thought a clock needed an opinion.”

“Knowing Mom? Probably so she could argue with it.”

That’s true, but Shidan knows better than to say. If there’s one way to make sure something will make its way to Crystal, it’s to tell Kirito right before he goes home. Won’t take more than an hour for the texts to start, asking why he’d give the kid ammunition for one of their neighborhood-famous rows, or whose side he’s on.

Shidan’s of the firm opinion that if you’ve got the gift, and you’re still putting crystals on your electronics and magnets on your light switches, you should probably expect some push back from your magic-minded son. But that’s not really his business.

“I’ll fix it,” he grumbles instead, trying to ignore the dubious chirp from above him. He wasn’t the one that spelled it for an opinion. “Probably just needs to get wound up again.”

If the next tick sounds like a hiss instead, that’s not his problem either.

“Can’t you just get it counter-charmed?” Kirito asks, somewhere between thoughtful and petulant, like most kids his age. “It’s not like Mom’s much good. Not compared to you.”

He’s too old to let that puff up his ego any, but he does allow a grin where his nephew can’t see. “Maybe so, but she wasn’t dumb either. All her charms at that age repel my magic. Didn’t like me meddling in her education, I gather.”

Or her diary. But that’s not a story for this audience.

Yet.

The kid’s not content to let it drop, of course. “Why not take it somewhere else? It’s not like you’re the only enchanter in the city, and anyone’s gonna be better than Mom.”

“Maybe I like it.”

He doesn’t. Nostalgia’s for your own mistakes, and having to live with a clock that thinks it’s too good for little things like accuracy or telling time at all doesn’t tickle the soft memories of his childhood. But taking it elsewhere means taking it to someone older, someone who remembers him as a know-it-all teenager or a kid who would cry when a pretty shop assistant talked to him. The last thing he wants is a walk down memory lane as he fixes yet another of Crystal’s mistakes.

That’s the problem with this town: it’s too damn small.

“Seattle is not small,” Kiritochimes in. Shidan finally twists to look at him, flipped around on a bean bag chair so old Shidan’shalf-convinced at least one of the people in this room was conceived on it.“You’re just cantankerous.”

He glances at the pattern – arainbow paisley that saw better days when Free Love was a principal philosophy– and amends his estimate. Both the people in this room would have been named Beanif their mothers hadn’t been so viscerally into the mystical Far East during theirpregnancies.

“It’s a flood plain six hundredthousand people are collectively too stubborn to leave,” Shidan grouses,putting the engraving tip back to the metal. “It’s small. And the Marinersnever win anything. Also, who is teaching you that kind of language?”

“High school.”

Shidan shakes his head. “Shameful.”

“Would you prefer ‘asshole’?”

“Just don’t let your mother hearyou. Also,” Shidan twists his head to look at his nephew, “shouldn’t you bein school?”

Kirito scoffs. “It’s three o’clock,man. What do I attend, prison?”

He glances up at the clock, wincing.Damn, he’d been hoping he’d finish this Don’t-See-Me charm tonight. “Some kidsdo extracurriculars.”

“Bugging you is my extracurricular.”

If that isn’t the truth. “I don’thand out college credits.”

“Neither does JV soccer.” Kirito jerkshis head back toward the shop. “By the way, you got strangers.”

“Strangers?” Shidan stands upso fast he bangs his knees. “Damn! Next time lead with that!”

“Nah.”

If there’s a perk to all this, it’sthat there’s not a single caster in this town he doesn’t know.

It’s also, most of the time, hisbiggest problem, but he knows every single person that has legitimatebusiness with him, and who just decided to poke in while their tea was steepingat Tea Republik. Or, more likely, who was trying to find the dispensary threestreets over.

These three don’t look like they fitany of the above.

He’s used to getting young girls in here, ones that look like they got their fashion sense straight from The Craft, but these ones have on tank stops and see-through cover-ups, baring far too much smile to be any of his usual high school hopefuls.

“I love your headband,” one girlsays to Yuzuri, lifting the giant frame of her sunglasses. “Those are like, catears right?”

“So cute,” another chimes in.“I love the little pearls. Where did you get it?”

Lab accident and some air-tightglamour, courtesy of the Emerald City’s Mistress.

“H&M,” Yuzuri offers coolly.

“Oh my god.” A girl presses a handto her chest. “I love H&M. Those are where your shorts are from too,right? I can tell.”

Suzu, trapped up against a displayof verbena, sends him a look that he’s only seen in war movies, just before theplucky sidekick gets taken out by a bunker buster.

Oh, for pete’s sake.

Shidan strides up to the group, hismost customer-friendly smile propping up his mouth. Not that he uses it forreal customers, but – there’s something about this town that enjoys surliness,and he doesn’t want to suddenly make himself interesting. “May I helpyou ladies?”

“Totally,” one tells him cheerfully,sinking her hands into the pockets of her high-waisted shorts. “Do you selllove potions?”

His smile pulls thin. “I’m sorry,this is an apothecary. If you’re looking for Harry Potter merchandise, there’sa toy store just down the –”

“No, no.” She waves a hand with alaugh. “We’re not looking for kid stuff. The real deal.”

He breathes in, letting the air runacross the roof of his mouth, huffing it out the canals of his nose. It’s justthe soft hum of Yuzuri’s magic, mixed with herbs and the more static fervor ofSuzu’s that settles on his tongue.

“The dispensary is over on –”

“Listen, I talked to a goth girl.”The girl leans hard on the counter, focused. “I know this place is the realdeal. How much?”

Shidan lets his smile slip, lets hisface turn as stern and annoyed at he is. “We don’t sell trash here. Who toldyou we would?”

“We just figured,” another girl sayswith a shrug. “The ones that lady is selling are so expensive.”

“Competitive markets,” the third girl peeps,looking not sure at all about the turn in conversation. “It drives down the price.”

His teeth grind in his ears. That lady.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out who is huckingsnake oil and contraband spellwork.

“Well, you won’t find any of thathere,” he grits out. “Make sure to spread the word.”

The girl rolls her eyes. “Fine.”

“Now, boss,” Suzu starts as the doorchimes closed behind the girls. “Don’t jump to any –”

“That lady,” he snaps. “Weknow exactly which lady in this city would try to sell high schoolers –”

“College kids,” Yuzuri corrects.“Come on, Shidan, they were wearing U-Dub swag.”

“The point stands!” he huffs,folding his arms across his chest. “There’s only one person who would –”

The chimes tinkle above the door,admitting another three patrons. These, he knows.

“Speak of the devil–” Yuzuri giveshim a glare –”‘s apprentices.”

“Yuki!” his own calls out with apointedly friendly wave. Shidan scowls, hunching over the counter. Fraternizingwith the enemy, that’s what this is. “Can we help you?”

Garrack’s apprentices are a mixedbunch; they’ve been in here before for this-or-that, the woman having nevergotten much better at managing her stores than she was when she trained underArluleon. He knows them by look if not by name: a sullen, dark-haired boythat’s always poking his sharp nose into the belladonna and verbena, far tooyoung to be so advanced in his studies; a girl – woman, Yuzuri wouldinsist, though the both of them would barely be old enough for graduate studiesif they weren’t neck-deep in this world – with hair so red it should be dyed,only there’s no dye that can get that sort of color, not with chemicals alone,and –

And the last one. He’s tall,dark-haired, ethnically ambiguous, and curiously hard to look directly at. There’s something about the air around him, the way it presses down,heavy, when a body gets too close, the way it snaps and spits when someone’smagic gets a little too friendly.

Nothuman, would be Shidan’s guess, but it’s rude to ask, and even worse tosay. Good way to end up a frog or a lamppost, throwing that sort of talk around.

The girl is the one the approaches. The boy peels off seconds from the door, bee-lining for where Suzu’s started restocking the verbena, but the man hugs toher like a shadow, the eerie gold of his eyes tracking over the shelves like he half expects an ambush.

Gosh, what do kids even get into these days?

She gives Yuzuri a smile when she hits the counter, exchanging polite how-are-yous, but it’shim her eyes are fixed to, focus never wavering.

“Can I help you?” he ventures when the conversation comes to an uneasy pause.

Her hair bobs brightly under the lights. “I’d like to make a commission.”

He blinks, and in the second of hesitation, her shadowsnaps, hand banding around her arm and pulling her into a low but clearlyintense personal conference.

“Just give ‘em a minute.” Yuzuri sighs, turning back to theshelves. “Obi hates anyone spending anything on him.”

The never quite finish; Shidan loses his patience first.

“What for?” he asks finally,interrupting a low argument from the man. It earns him a reproachful look he’d rather not be on this side of, but – he’s running a business, not couples’ counseling. Time is money.

“I need a Don’t-Look-Here.” Hermouth purses, thoughtful. “Or a See-Me-Not?”

“I don’t need to get hit by a car,”her shadow grumbles, “a glamour would do.”

“If you want a glamour, you shouldbe asking the Mistress for that.” Five years ago it would have pained him toadmit it, but there’s no use pretending he can weave light like she can. Notnow.

She winces. “Ah, we – we tried that.Apparently Obi’s magic isn’t…harmonious with Haki’s.”

His gaze cut towards the kid. Notexactly a surprise. “Ha.”

“She thought a charm would workbetter – or, some metalworking?” The girl offers him an embarrassed smile. “Shesaid there was no one better on this coast.”

Shidan puffs up at that, but he’snot in his twenties, to be swayed by a little flattery. “I can see what can bedone. For a price.”

Yuzuri huffs. “Shidan –”

The girl though, she just gets focused.“What were you thinking?”

“She would never!” Shirayuki gaspswhen he’s done. Her reaction is so over the top – hand pressed her her chest,mouth and eyes gaping – he’d think it’s fake, if he wasn’t so sure this girlwas incapable of a lie.

“That’s banned magic!” she explains,affronted. “Garrack would never.”

Behind her, Ryuu and Obi exchangelooks.

Shidan points. “I want to talk tothem.”

The apartment is the third floor ofa cramped craftsman, sandwiched between a 24-hour laundromat and a store thatsells vegan foods for either humans or pets, Shidan can’t tell. The steps creakas he tip-toes up the narrow stairs, having to duck under low-hanging wallsevery flight. It’s a contrary little pile; just likeGarrack Gazalt herself.

The ‘3′ hanging on her door iscrooked, missing a screw at the bottom, at the mercy of her guests andGarrack’s mood. When he knocks, it skitters another quarter inch to the right,and he uses the interminable time she takes to answer to straighten it. All itneeds is a ninety-nine cent trip to the hardware store and it’d be good as new,but –

The door swings open. The woman whostands there can nearly look him in the eye.

“Well, well,” Garrack drawls,leaning against the door. “Shidan Weise. What did I do now?”

As always, she leaves him scramblingfor an answer. “Love potion,” he manages, gritting his teeth when she grins.

“You better come in, then,” shetells him, turning her back. “This could take a while. Tea? I have a pot on.”

“Yes. Wait –” she always does this –“No, I’m here to tell you to stop –“

“–Sullying Arluleon’s name, being ashame to the profession, et cetera, et cetera.” The kettle whistles – she musthave spelled it hot, which is not the proper use of her gift – and hestrains to hear her over the banging in her kitchen. “You know that’s not hisreal name, right? It was Kevin. Also he’s been dead for ten years, but who iscounting.”

“He still commands –”

“A decent following despite thewhole being-dead thing, yes, I’m aware.” She sets a mug in front of him, chippedon the rim. “I’m not doing anything he wouldn’t, the sly old dog.”

“Love potions are prohibited by thecouncil,” he manages, finally, wishing he didn’t sound so – so pedantic.“If you’re caught selling one – to mundanes no less –”

“I’m not making love potions,Shidan,” she scoffs. “I’d never.”

“I had some girls in my shop thatthought otherwise.”

“My apprentices wanted to raisemoney for something, and a girl came in looking for something to make herboyfriend stop playing Call of Duty.” Garrack shrugs, her sweater slipping offher shoulder. It’s…distracting. “So we brewed some rose hips with an infusionof Come-Hither, and suddenly we’re making love potions.”

She levels him with a look thatmakes his heart pound, that makes his skin feel two sizes too tight. “It’s allin good fun, Shidan.”

“I don’t –” she shifts, frecklesvisible right where he’s sitting and – “you put something in my tea.”

“You were concerned,” she tells himsimply. “So I thought I’d give you a dose. Easy to control, isn’t it?”

That is…optimistic of her. “Yes. Ofcourse. Very.”

“Unless…” She slips fromher chair to the couch he’s currently trying to disappear into, mouth curled with amusement. It isn’t embarrassing enough to be – to be half hard just looking at her, oh no; she has to know too. “You’re havingsome reaction.”

Typical. he should have expected she’d try something like this.

“Is that –” she leans forward just enough to for his gaze to flirt with what might be beneath; he licks his lips – “isthat common?”

“Hmm. Yes.”

Her arm stretches along the back of the couch, the skin of her forearm electric against the thin material of his shirt. His throat makes a dull thunk when she crosses her legs, when her foot accidentally brushes along the seam of his trousers, making every hair stand up on his calf.

This is interminable. He’s in hell. It’s the only explanation.

“But,” she murmurs, so close he can see the freckles in her eyes, brown and gold against blue, “only when there’s an attraction already in place. Hence why it worked sowell on the boyfriend.”

“A-ahh…”

“And of course,” her eyelashes flutter, and he has a front row seat to when her gaze drops straight to his mouth, “when it’s served with intent.”

“Oh, Jesus,” he pants, grabbing ahandful of sweater and pulling. “Fuck it.”

Garrack grins against his mouth. “Finally.”

[indigoh4ze]

party || rafe cameron

warning- SMUT // vaginal fingering, eating out, vaginal penetration, mentions of intoxication

rafe cameron x fem!reader

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the lights were blazing, different colors zapping throughout the room as you made your way over to the couch. your head was slightly fuzzy from the intoxication, but you managed.

since the couch was empty, you took the chance to sprawl your whole body out on it, head on one arm and feet dangling off the other. you watched as everyone danced and made out and filled their bodies with even more toxins. soon, you found yourself just dazing up at the ceiling, lips opening and closing slightly as you lip-synced in a whispering tone to the loud music.

after what felt like hours, but could’ve only been a few minutes, you felt something nudge your thigh. without moving your neck, you let your eyes flash down to find the source of the movement.

hovering over you was rafe cameron. his dirty blonde hair framed his face messily, a single cross earring dangling from his left ear, a red solo cup in his hand as his free hand poked at your thigh.

“what?” you slurred, now moving up on your elbows and blinking back the haziness.

“i wanna sit,” he said, taking a sip from the cup. even in this state it wasn’t hard to notice how good the boy looked, tilting his head back and gulping down the liquid, eyes never leaving your own.

you groaned, pulling your knees to your chest and allowing rafe to throw himself onto the cushion. you were now facing his side, as his hands gripped your legs and pulled them back to their original position, except now they laid over his leg. giving him a curious look, you laid the side of your face on the back cushion and fidgeted with the bracelet around your wrist.

“shouldn’t you be like- getting shit faced or something.” rafe snickered at your words, sending you a glare before looking back down to his cup, which he was also mindlessly playing with.

“sorry, did i interrupt your little..nap?” he teased with a hint of amusement, referring to the previous state you were in, and you scoffed in return, mind clearing a bit more and making room for annoyance.

“whatever.” and then, you were pulling your legs off him and standing up, albeit wobbly as you almost fell to the side, caught by rafe’s firm grip around your arm.

“you good?”

“‘m fine,” you dismissed the boy, confused as to why he was even talking to you in the first place.

the truth was, you never liked him, he was rude and careless and selfish and way too much to put up with. but you couldn’t deny the attraction you felt towards the boy, and the tension that was always evident when the two of you were together.

but you always just pushed those thoughts aside, because even the thought of anything happening made your mind whirl with a plethora of emotions, not good ones by any means.

but then, you also couldn’t deny the recurring fantasies of things that could happen. could but wont, because he’s rafe cameron, and not even you’re desperate enough to be one of his bitches.

“hey?” a light tug of your arm pulled you back to the present, and you turned to see rafe at your side, cup forgotten as one of his hands molded around your waist and the other wrapped around your bicep to steady you.

“i’m really fine-.” you pulled away from him, and right as you did so, you felt someone back up on you, pushing you towards rafe and into his chest as a cold liquid spread from the lower half of your head and down your back.

you gasped in surprise, suddenly awake and alert as you sharply turned to see a boy standing there, cup tilted and empty as all its contents spilt on your back. he mumbled a quick apology, then took off laughing with his friends about something they said that probably wasn’t even funny.

“you sure about that?” rafe inquired, eyebrow raised in amusement as you stepped away from him, this time more cautiously. “c’mon, we’ll clean you up.”

although you wanted to say no and tell him to fuck off because you could handle it yourself, you were too exhausted from the long night to put up much protest other than a dramatic groan. then, you nodded, and rafe led you away from the crowd of people with a tug of your wrist.

—//—

now, you found yourself in a bedroom, rafes bedroom, waiting expectantly as you stood in front of the boy.

“what now?” you ask, palming your eyes and yawning, looking back at rafe with glossy eyes now, which were sending waves of tingles through the boys stomach.

“take a shower,” he implied, as if it was obvious. you scrunched your brows as he pointed to the bathroom on the other side of the room.

“i don’t have any spare clothes.”

“i’ll find you something to wear,” rafe shrugged, “go on,” he urged you to the bathroom, and you followed obediently, not having it in you to put up any sort of fight or ask questions.

“i’ll be right back,” rafe said from the room as you closed the bathroom door, only to hear the door to the bedroom close as well, meaning rafe left.

your mind was filled with the thought that he just ditched you, which was a possibility, but you ignored that thought and slipped your shirt over your head. once all the articles of clothing were thrown onto the cold tile floor, along with your shoes which sat messily in the corner, you lift a foot into the tub, stepping in.

immediately, you played with the oddly fancy knobs and managed to turn them on, warm water rushing through the shower head as your tilted your head back into it. the odd colored drink washed away from your hair, falling onto the floor of the tub and down the drain smoothly. you searched for soap, quickly cleaning up and scrubbing your hair twice for good measure. the smell of the soap reminded you of rafe, not surprising considering it was literally his own soap, you told yourself, annoyed by your current thoughts.

the feeling of the slightly cold water hitting your skin was enough to wake you up fully, but you were too lost in the blissful feeling of the water to pay much attention to your surroundings.

that was until you heard the door to the bathroom open, and you peaked your head through the curtain to find rafe, setting a towel on the counter, along with a shirt and a pair of shorts.

“who’s are those?” you questioned, making rafe jump as he realized you were watching him.

“sarah, i just took some from her,” he shrugged, and now you were even more confused.

first, he started talking to you randomly. then he’s helping you stand. then he’s taking you to his room..so you can shower. then he’s getting clothes for you to wear? how much did you have to drink? you started to ask yourself, questioning if this was all you just being wasted.

but it wasn’t, you felt pretty much fine. so there had to be something you were missing.

“just hurry up and change, i’ll be in the other room.” without another glance towards you, rafe left the bathroom, leaving you standing there, wet hair dripping forward from the way you had tilted your head to peek through. you went back to getting the soap out of your hair, rushing a bit more now.

meanwhile, rafe was in his room, just outside the bathroom, sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. what the fuck am i doing? was his only thought.

he was honestly just confused as you were. it started when he saw you laying on the couch, mouth agape as your eyes sketched shapes on the ceiling. you just being there was tempting enough, but after that he just had to make his way over to you.

the two of you hadn’t had many conversations in the past, at least no genuine ones. most were just bickering, to be honest. but, just as you thought, the tension was undeniable. the feelings weren’t one sided, that was for sure.

when he caught you from falling over, you had leaned into his warmth and something almost turned in his stomach, which was quite nauseating on his side. it was annoying how fucking worked up he got around you. his mind would spin with options of what to do with you. did he want to just kiss you, fuck you or annoy you to death? he had no idea, but it was overwhelming, to say the least.

so when he invited you to his room to clean up, he wasn’t really thinking about it, because everything was happening at once. he even searched his sisters room for goddamn clothes for you.

interrupting his inner monologue, a door opened and out came your figure, except you weren’t wearing the clothes he had given you. no, you were just in your towel, actually. your skin looked slightly damp still, but your hair had been fluffed out and dried a bit from the towel.

“what are you- where are the clothes i gave you?” rafe asked, standing hesitatingly.

“dunno, wasn’t my style i guess,” you shrugged, looking around his room casually, taking in the very rafe feel it gave.

rafe just scoffed, messing his hair up and stepping closer. “well, you can’t really go out in a towel now, can you?”

this reminded you that there was still a party going on, although it was muffled and a bit quieter as people began to call it a night.

“then i won’t go out.” you stepped closer, looking up at rafe with an expression of uncertainty, trying to identify the look behind his eyes, figure out what the fuck he was up to. but you saw nothing. if anything, there were just a bit of nervousness hidden there.

“and what exactly do you plan on doing, then? since your obviously so wise.” now his guarded demeanor was back up, though he had taken a step closer so your heavy breaths were hitting each other perfectly, hands close to grazing one another’s.

“i don’t know.” then, another reminder flashed in your mind, and you looked back at rafe, “wait, why are you even here? isn’t this like- your party?”

“well, technically topper wanted a party, i wanted to go to bed and sleep for a year.” you chucked at this, figuring he had already gotten fucked up today and didn’t feel like another party. then, taking a risk, you leaned in just a bit, and rafe didn’t pull back. actually, he pushed forward, bringing his large hands to wheel around your waist, setting fire through your veins.

it was as if both of you snapped at the same time, first eyeing each others lips, then pushing forward and taking said lips between your own. the kiss was hungry and long waited, immense relief flushing through you, which took you both by surprise.

not even a few minutes of this passed by before rafe was tugging at the towel, still clinging around your naked body, droplets of water probably wetting his floor.

before letting the fabric reveal your body, rafe looked at you, pulling away for a moment and looking over your features, silently asking permission. a quick nod was all it took for the material to be ripped off and throw to the side, rafe spinning you both around until the backs of your knees hit the bed and you fell back onto the mattress.

rafe looked over you with a smirk, eyes skimming over each and every detail of your body as if savoring it. a lick of his lips was all it took for your thighs to rub together, anticipation becoming too much as you waited for him.

this obviously pissed him off, because now his hands were tearing your legs apart, exposing your bare cunt inch by inch. “don’t even try to cover this up, got it?”

his voice was demanding, and luring, enough to make you nod, eyes softening in obedience, resulting in a snicker from rafe.

he leaned back in, delving down to leave kisses along your collar bone and suck on the flesh until bruises built against your skin, making you whimper and grab his dirty blond tressed with your fingers.

the sound of your whimpers made rafe go crazy, but he tamed the need inside him long enough to work his way down your stomach, placing teasing kisses down your inner thighs, but not once touching the spot you needed the most attention in.

“please, rafe,” you pleaded, not sure where it came from but gong with it once you saw the way he looked up at you, lust blown eyes and parted lips, waiting to be against your cunt.

“please what, hm? tell me what you want me to do, baby,” rafe cooed, fingers clenching around the inside of your thighs so he could push them apart and kiss your inner thighs, resulting in your back arching and hips begging upwards.

“n-need your mouth.” your face blushed with embarrassment of having to speak the words, but rafe just tsked, one hand moving upwards as he used his thumb to draw circles around your cunt, only passing your folds, earning a cry from you.

“i need more than that, doll.”

“fuck! please, j-just need your mouth on me, rafe, need to feel your mouth on my pussy, please!”

it seems that was acceptable for rafe, his thumb pausing just above your clit, then dragging down, finally grazing over the sensitive bud and stimulating it perfectly. your hips jerked at the sensation, but you grew accustomed to the feeling once he began working in small circles.

soon, his mouth was on your cunt, tracing paths over your folds and rubbing at the nub with a flat tongue, constantly sending shivers through you as you moaned with pleasure. his hands stayed at your side, ring clad finger’s cold against your flesh as his tongue dug inside you and began fucking your hole with no remorse.

the shapes and letters his warm tongue carved into you were almost too much, and when you reached down to rake your fingers through his hair, you fought the urge to push his head down and allow him to bury himself completely between your thighs.

“f-fuck! rafe, oh god, feels so good,” you sobbed, voice becoming louder as he hummed into you, a smirk on his lips, no doubt, from seeing you fall apart for him.

rafe pulled away within a second, licking his lip and keeping his eyes on your cunt, calculating his next move. you watched as he did so, suddenly feeling exposed as he raked his eyes over the slick coating your folds and your clit throbbing painfully through them. you squirmed at the emptiness, about to squeeze your thighs together, but you were too late as rafe brought a hand up, middle and forefinger pushing through your folds and embedding themselves within your walls.

a loud gasp escaped your lips as he did so, and you bit down painfully on the cushion of them as his fingers pumped in and out of you with nonstop speed. rafe looked up at you, his own lips parted beautifully as he watched moans flow easily out of your mouth.

“you like that, baby?” came his husky voice, only intensifying your already great pleasure that ran through your body. you nodded at his inquiry, not able to form coherent thoughts under his gaze. and that was when his fingers made a hook and pressed against your most sensitive part, making you squirm.

his smirk became bigger, and his fingers fucked you harder, a desperate attempt to ruin you right there. then he was leaning down, still pumping his fingers, and began to lick your clit with fervor, flicking the bud and sucking without resistance until your thighs were clenching around his head and you were a complete moaning mess.

“oh fuck- i’m g-gonna come rafe, pleaseplease,” you begged pathetically, having no time to be embarrassed as he hummed, nodding his head while still sucking on your clit, and permitted you to let go.

the orgasm took over in a huge wave, which came surprisingly fast, and the only thing on your mind was the bubbling in your stomach that was finally freed. moans and gasps fell from your lips as you wet his tongue and fingers, and rafe didn’t let a drop go to waste as he lapped up your slick, helping to prolong your orgasm.

hands reaching for his hair in dazed motions, eyes closed and lips parted, you mumbled, “t-too much, rafe,” which was the boys que to give you a final kiss on your clit, then remove his head and fingers from your cunt.

now, rafe stared up at you, swiping a ring clad thumb over his bottom lip, which was glistening with your arousal. his thumb then moved to enter your mouth, and you dutifully took in the digit, sucking with starry eyes, and whimpering when he removed it from your grasp.

rafe rose to his full height, still in his shirt and pants, which were no doubt keeping his hard dick from standing tall. suddenly, you felt that flush arise to your cheeks from your being nude, and you bit your lip and reached a hand out to grapple at his shirt. he took this as a sign to pull the material over his head, then going in for his buckle as well. the sound of the metal clinking as he loosened it from its straps was enough to send you into a spiral of anticipation, eyeing his clothed prick impatiently.

rafe had that smirk plastered to his face still, throwing his belt aside and then his pants, making sure not to go too fast as he tormented you.

you let out a whine as he hooked his fingers around his boxers, not pulling them down fully but revealing his v line. “rafe,” you pouted, and he decided to be nice and let them fall down, now unclothed as he kicked off his shoes and settled ontop of you, marking your chest and neck immediately.

sighing with content, you held him close and let his lips suck on your flesh, until the arousal was too much and he began to grind against you, slowly. your cunt was already becoming slick again as he rubbed against your thigh.

rafe lift himself up to his knees, pumping his cock, the point of his tongue poking out from the side of his mouth in concentration. the image of your breasts on display for him, and your lips parted and chest thumping was enough to make the boy cum on the spot.

he raised a brow at you, making sure you were still okay, and once getting a quick nod, he pressed the head of his cock against your folds. in the next second, he was thrusting into you, earning a loud gasp from you, which he covered with a hand on your mouth.

“shh, ‘m gonna fuck you good, okay? just lay there and look pretty,” he teased, but you nodded, wanting nothing more than to do as he said.

the thrusts started out mild, but soon quickened tempo, hips stuttering against yours as he wrapped a hand around your leg and pulled it over his shoulder. this allowed a better angle, and you moaned with him as he repeatedly pounded into your already sensitive cunt.

you slid a hand down your bouncing breasts and stomach, then to your throbbing clit, soothing it with your gentle fingers before rafe slapped them away, as if saying “mine.”

his own hand went around your propped up leg to thumb at your clit, whilst the other made a path over your hips and breasts, fondling with the mound of flesh and pinching your nipple.

the overstimulation was rushing through you violently, his thrusts becoming sloppy, orgasm at the brink. you watched his head fly back, eyes rolling and mouth a gape, hypnotized by how pretty he looked even when he was fucking you.

“rafe,” you repeatedly mumbled, forming no other words in your clouded mind.

“hm? does it feel good? d’you like the way i fuck you, pretty girl?”

“y-yeah, so good,” you hummed, your own head rolling back onto the pillow, hips thrusting up to meet his and satisfy the hunger that once again boiled in your core.

“i’m gonna cum on your tits, are you gonna be good for me?” he said just as your orgasm was about to wash you away, and you nodded fast, once again wanting to be the best you could for him.

then, you came, waves of pleasure splashing through you before he pulled out, still thumbing your sensitive bundle of nerves, using his free hand to fist his cock which hovered over your breasts.

you held your tits in two shaky hands, squeezing them together and massaging them while rafe came, painting your breasts and stomach until he had milked out every last drop he could. he mumbled yes’s and fuck’s, along with your name until his high died down.

breathing harshly, you set ur sight to the ceiling, deep intakes of air causing the ends of rafe’s lips to turn upwards slightly. he leaned down to place one last kiss on your flushed cheek before letting himself fall onto the mattress beside you.

“let’s clean you up,” rafe said, turning to look at you, “the party’s not over yet.”

uhhhh yeah idk how i feel ab this i hope it wasn't terrible ig. reblogs appreciated :)

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PERCY JACKSON AU FOR TSUNAMI

BRO YOU READ MY MIND!! I’m actually planning to make a separate book for Tsunami one-shots, headcanons, mini series, etc AND A PERCY JACKSON AU WAS SOMETHING I HAD IN MIND FOR IT!!!

Okay I don’t have anything planned plot-wise but I do have most of their godly parents and stuff!

Mizuhime: POSEIDON OF COURSE  (tho I’m tempted on making her half god and half naiad rather than mortal... idk yet)

Sukuna: Tartarus, easily the most terrible and wicked being in the universe. Super fitting for Sukuna 💖 Only issue is that I have no idea how I can explain Sukuna’s birth since Tartarus (the god) probably doesn’t even leave Tartarus (the place). Anyways, I’m kinda tempted to put him in Camp Jupiter instead of Camp Half-Blood

Gojo: Ouranos, the king of the Protogenoi and the greek personification of the heavens. Lowkey fits Gojo and his parentage would explain why he would be considered the strongest of the demigods... until Sukuna comes in and challenges that spot 😈

Kashimo: Easiest decision ever. ZEUS DUH!! Do I even need to explain??? ⚡️ BUT I also want to make him a legacy of Ares because of his battle-hungry nature ⚔️

Megumi: Lupa, the Roman goddess of wolves. At first I was gonna make him the son of Erebus (the greek primordial god of darkness) but decided against that because Primordials are the most ancient and thus, the most powerful and I didn’t wanna make him that strong cuz that would be putting him in Sukuna and Gojo’s level

Yuji: This was kinda hard for me but I went with Hermes! He’s the most versatile of the gods; his domains being roads, shepherds, thieves, travelers, hospitality, heralds, diplomacy, trade, language, writing, money, athletics, swordsmanship, and has high intelligence with inventions and alchemy. I can see Yuji being his kid!

Choso: THIS WAS SO HARD FOR ME. I couldn’t find any greek god of blood or anything so the best I could come up with was Apollo 😭 Which is hilarious because imagine Choso’s emo ass in the most sunniest cabin of Camp Half-Blood 💀 Anyways, in this AU, his half-bro will still be Yuji, but they have the same mom and different godly dads 👍

Yuta: Hades for sure!!! He will also be tempted to kidnap Mizuhime to the Underworld and just keep her there for himself (like father like son 🥺). This would totally piss Poseidon off and possibly trigger another war, but oh well 😂

Okay, onto other non-love interest characters!!!

Nanami: ATHENA!!! Only man in this series with brain cells fr 😌

Nobara: Hecate cuz of the voodoo doll thingy she does 

Uro: Jupiter!! But she’ll have Jupiter’s domain over the sky rather than lightning. She’ll be Kashimo’s Roman half-sister too lmao

Ryu: Mars! This is obvious because of his battle-hungry nature, but unlike Kashimo, this dude’s more chill. One thing I noticed about Mars was that he was more chill compared to his Greek counterpart so ya

Maki & Mai: Nemesis, but more so for Maki cuz she canonically gets revenge against their hella abusive family by slaughtering everyone 🥰

Inumaki: APHRODITE! Inumaki’s beautiful (look at that hair) and his cursed technique is hella similar to Charmspeak! However, in this AU, he’ll be able to speak more freely because he can activate and deactivate Charmspeak at will 

Panda: Um... idk. He won’t be a demigod but he can be... Camp Half-Blood’s mascot?? IDK 😂 Maybe I’ll have some god or goddess create Panda to guard the camp or whatever???

Noritoshi: Apollo, but from Camp Jupiter instead! 

Todo: Ares. For sure. There’s literally no one else it could be 

Aaaaaand that’s it for now! If any of you guys have other suggestions for Choso and Noritoshi’s godly parents then please tell me 😭 I don’t really wanna make them Apollo’s children 

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Hey I love your blog! If it isn’t too much trouble, could you do one of the companions reacting to Sole getting an unsolicited dick pic?

FO4 Companions React to Sole Receiving an Unsolicited Dick Pic

So I know the ask said one of the companions, but I just did 'em all cuz I got carried away (as I always seem to). This was definitely an interesting one to think about, and suuuuper fun to write. Thanks for the ask!

I ended up doing a little scenario at the top that'll apply to all of the reactions, and just kind of give context for the fateful event to take place (since phones/the internet aren't really a canon element in FO, I put this scenario together instead.)

Given the nature of this ask, there's a just bit of NSFW under the cut!

Sole had woken up like any other day. Heading down the stairs of their Diamond City home to make breakfast, trying to be quiet in order to keep from disturbing their companion in the other room. However, as they passed their front door, they noticed something peeking out of the mail slot.

The paper isn't meant to come out until tomorrow...

Curious, Sole reached for the little white square of photo paper, and noticed some writing in the corner. There was an address and the words, "if you like what you see, meet me here tonight," accompanied by a little arrow pointing to flip the photo over. Their intrigue got the better of them, and Sole did as the writing suggested, turning it over for a brief second before immediately regretting it. They recoiled at the phallic image, their surprise evident in the small yelp they uttered in response to the sight before them.

They heard their companion stir from the other room, and then their footsteps sounded from behind as they approached questioningly.

"What have you got there?" They asked.

"Oh, it's nothing," Sole said, turning to face them, "just some mail, is all." Sole's words dripped with distaste, and yet... they felt an overwhelming need to share their unsightly discovery with the person in front of them.

"Wanna see?" They asked, mercilessly turning the picture so their companion could clearly make out the offensive image.

Cait:

*scoffs*

"What, they think that's somethin' te brag about? The damn thing's so wee, I almost couldn't make it out." She'd say with a smile, offering up her hand so she could take the picture and tear it in half. Cait effectively would make the decision for her companion in regards to the comment on the back of the photo. She knows this type of man, and she'd be sure that Sole wouldn't be meeting the asshole anywhere tonight. However, should she be able to sneak away while Sole is sleeping... Cait might just pay a visit to the specified location, where she'd surely give that asshole a piece of her mind, and at least one taste of her fist.

Curie:

Her eyebrows would furrow, and the synth would cock her head to the side in her confusion. Being locked away in a vault with three men for so many years, acting as their doctor, meant she had seen her fair share of the male sex organ. But now, Curie was confused, why did this man feel the need to send Sole a photograph of his penis? Was there something wrong with it? Did he want them to examine it? Sole was not a doctor...

"Why 'ave you received zhis, madame/monsieur? What does zhis man want from you?"

Once Sole explained, Curie would be quite upset by the concept.

"But... you did not ask for zhis, did not want it, and yet, he sent it anyway. Why would you want to meet someone like zhat? It seems very rude to me." She's still confused about it, and may ask a few more questions. Has this happened to Sole before? Does it happen often? Does anyone actually like to see such things when they are unprompted like this? If not, then why do these men continue to do it?

The scientist just wants answers.

Danse:

The soldier would physically recoil at the sight of the photograph, eyebrows raised high as he took in the image, before jerking his head and eyes away from Sole and the picture altogether.

"That-- that is highly inappropriate and an overwhelmingly vile display." He would say once he recovered from his initial shock, still refusing to look back towards Sole, "I suggest you dispose of that filth immediately. Why anyone would reveal themselves in such an unceremonious fashion is beyond me. You would do well to forget such graphic imagery. I know that I will certainly try."

He wouldn't even entertain the idea that Sole would go through with meeting the man behind the picture, but in the off chance that they decided to tell him they wanted to, Danse would spend the remainder of the day convincing them otherwise. He would almost be tempted to go to the location himself in order to lecture the man for his crude and inexcusable behavior, and blatant disrespect to his companion, but in the end, he decides that the man is not worth his time.

Deacon:

Ginger eyebrows would raise slightly over the frames of the glasses for the briefest of moments before he recovered his cool demeanor.

"Ah shoot, did the postman just put it right back into the mail slot? Didn't mean for you to see that, my bad. Here, I'll just deliver it myself."

The sarcasm was evident in his voice as he strode forward and plucked the photo from Sole's hand, examining it for just a moment, and grimacing a bit at the sight.

"Man, Dr. Rich Cockwood does not photograph well. I swear, it's bigger in person." He'd wink at them before glancing down at the picture again, scrutinizing blue eyes pausing to peruse the words on the back as he folded the paper up to put into his pocket. He'd quickly change the subject, trying to keep Sole's mind off the whole thing as he devised a way to sneak out that night and get some intel on the asshole who decided it was a wise idea to put Sole in this position.

Hancock:

*Squints*

"Oh shit. Looks like you've got an admirer there, Sole. " In his sleepy state, it took Hancock a minute to figure out what he was even looking at. Upon realizing that it was, in fact, what he thought it had been, he takes the picture from Sole's grasp and flips it around to glance at the back.

"Look at that, you've even got a date tonight. Must be somewhere romantic, I can tell this guy's old school." He nodded, flipping the photo over to glance once again at the offensive imagery on the front. "Yeah, real traditional, I'd say. Hmm... Mind if I tag along? Could be fun." There was a certain sort of glint in the ghoul's eye that made Sole's spine tingle.

Perhaps neither of us should go... Sole thought, noticing how Hancock's other hand toyed absentmindedly with his combat knife as he furrowed his brows at the photo one last time, before shoving the paper into the pocket of his coat. There was a certain sort of intent behind his actions that made Sole re-think even showing him the image in the first place. Hancock had killed people over less; that, Sole knew for sure.

MacCready:

"Ahh! What the heck are you doing?! I don't need to see that!" He'd squeeze his eyes shut just as soon as he was able to make out the photo, shoving his hands in front of him as though they would be able to push the image out of his mind.

"It's too early for this, what the heck is that guy's problem?" MacCready shuddered as he pulled his hands slowly from where they covered his eyes, glancing quickly at Sole before lowering them down completely, a relieved expression on his face as realized the picture was no longer in his line of sight. Noting his dramatic reaction, Sole considered toying with the mercenary a bit. They asked him what was wrong with the image, stating that perhaps they would pay this man a visit tonight. It had been so long since they had been out on a date, might as well go for it, right?

MacCready's eyes would simultaneously furrow, and widen at their words as he stuttered, finally finding his voice after a moment of shocked, choked silence.

"What?!" He exclaimed, "You're not seriously thinking of going, are you? That guy seems like such an ass-- Well, he just-- I mean..." He took a breath, and Sole had to bite their lip to hold back their grin. "Look, not that it's really any of my business or anything, but... don't you think you could do better than that guy? Like... a lot better?"

Sole couldn't hold back their grin any longer, but MacCready wouldn't meet their gaze. Instead he looked down at the floor, rubbing at the back of his neck with one hand, a nearly unnoticeable blush spreading over his cheeks.

"That guy just seems like a real jerk, and you? Well... Yeah, you deserve better than that, I think." He finished rather awkwardly, finally looking up to meet Sole's gaze before returning their coy smile.

Nick:

The synth would a have a brief moment of raised eyebrows as he took in the details of the photograph, and then the inevitable scowl of disappointment would spread across his face.

"You know, you'd think this guy would understand that no one in their right mind wants to see that particular... angle. You don't think that's his good side, do ya?" Sole would smile a bit at that, and as the synth turned to walk away from the offensive image, they told him about the writing on the back.

"Hey now, wait a minute. You're not thinking of paying this guy a visit, are ya? If so, that's a pretty poor decision on your part, I think."

Sole would shake their head, telling Nick not to worry as he fixed his inquiring yellow gaze on them. He nodded in response, seeming satisfied by their answer. In the next moment, a thought seemed to claim his attention.

"Hmm... I think I might just know the perp, actually. Ellie's got a few reports back at the office mentioning some similar events. Guess it's possibly one of the guards on night duty who goes around with these to see if he gets any takers."

Sole almost spoke up, but as they opened their mouth, Nick's words seemed to take their idea straight from their head. "On second thought..." He said, "You got any plans for this evening?"

Piper:

"Ahh! Blue! Why would you show me that!?" She'd physically cover her eyes with her hands, taking a few steps back and away from the picture for good measure.

"Look, I don't care what you do with it," she'd tell them, "just don't let me see it again!"

Sole would thankfully oblige, but before disposing of the image, they showed Piper the writing on the back. At the sight of the man's suggestion, Piper snatched the photo from Sole's hand, glaring at it furiously.

"Ohhhh no he doesn't. If he's sent crap like this to anybody else, I'm going to make sure no one falls for this."

And Piper kept her word, as the next morning's addition of Publik Occurrences contained a small piece written on exactly this subject, titled: To the Asshole who sent the Sad Little Picture to a Disgusted Citizen; No One Wants to See That! Sincerely, Everyone who has.

Preston:

"O-- oh! Um, that's-- okay. That's just wrong. Do you want me to get rid of it for you?"

Preston's face would wrinkle up in his clear distaste before bringing a a hand up to shield his eyes. When Sole had lowered the picture, he removed his hand, and looked them in the eye, refusing to pay the photo any more attention, but extending his hand out to take it from them so he could dispose of it properly.

"Are you... okay? I can't believe how rude some people are. Who would want to see that?" He'd flash a sympathetic smile at them, as he folded up the photo and prepared to throw it away. He didn't read the back himself, but if they told him about the words that were written there, he wouldn't even entertain the idea of Sole going, just shaking his head in disappointment at the man's poor and rude way of trying in vain to woo his General.

"Some people... The nerve. If you don't mind me saying, General, you deserve much better than that anyway."

X6-88:

His eyes would be locked to Sole's, but as they presented the photo to him, his gaze would fall to the image, and an ever so slight furrowing of his brows would take place above his silver eyes. A brief moment would pass, and X6's gaze would be back on his companion's face.

"Ma'am/ sir, why did you feel the need to show me this?" He's also quite confused, this was not a common occurrence in the Institute, and once Sole gave him an explanation, his expression would remain blank. For the most part, anyway. A small huff of laughter would escape him, prompting Sole to be the one giving him the questioning look now.

"If this filthy wastelander believes he can disrespect the future director of the Institute without facing consequences, he is sorely mistaken." He said, his gaze unbroken as he made Sole this promise, "Don't worry, I will take care of this filth at the specified meeting time and location. You will not hear from him again."

He doesn't necessarily intend to kill the man for his unseemly behavior; X6 is a courser after all, and he knew this man would be scared shitless if X6 were to so much as look at him the wrong way, but should the man make any... poor decisions in response to the courser's confrontation, well... certainly X6 can't be held responsible for the behavior, or the fate, of a mere stranger now, could he? Especially after his heinous actions.

[grailfinders]

Fate and Phantasms #114: Minamoto-no-Raikou

Today on Fate and Phantasms, we're making the leading mystic slayer of Japan, the leader of Lava Swimmers Anonymous, and Arjuna's half-sister, Minamoto-no-Raikou! Mama Raikou certainly has a unique personality, but thankfully we don't have to build that! We're here to make her fighting style more than anything, and that means we need to be able to mix around any weapon in the game, maybe slap some lightning into it, and then hand it off to one of our retainers and let them have fun.

Check out Mama Raikou's build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

Next episode: Our heroes face their greatest challenge yet: making a motorcycle in D&D! Will they ride eternal, shiny and gold? Or will they spin out? Also, will Onigashima ever get added to the rerun shop?? Find out next time on Fate and Phantasms!

Race and Background

Remember how I said we were keeping things simple with Xuanzang and her being human? Yeah, that's not going to work here. Raikou's part got and part demon, so there's a lot of ways you can go about this one. If any sort of lightning smite existed I might have gone with Zariel Tiefling, but the Fallen Aasimar fits her best flavor-wise, if not in gameplay. Thanks to Tasha's, we can customize your bonuses to better fit your classes, giving you +1 Wisdom and +2 Strength, as well as some Darkvision, Celestial Resistance against necrotic and radiant damage, Healing Hands to pass out a delicious, nutricious snack once per long rest, and the Light cantrip from your Light Bearer feature. Your sword isn't electric yet, but at least you can make it look the part.

Mystic slaying is certainly the most interesting part of your resume, but you had to pad out the day-by-day stuff by being a Soldier (well, Samurai, but tomato tamamo), giving you Athletics and Intimidation proficiencies. You ever see Raikou mad? Exactly.

Ability Scores

Standard warning: we generally use the standard array for character creation; roll if you want, but keep multiclassing in mind. Make Strength your highest score-you're a berserker, this shouldn't be new to you by now. Your Dexterity should be next, you're as good with a bow as you are with a sword, and calling your outfit light armor is generous. Third is Constitution because making a berserker with mental abilities higher than physical ones just feels wrong. Unfortunately we have to make your Wisdom a little higher than I'd like for multiclassing, but you are good at stalking people, so I guess that works out. Your Charisma is pretty low, you have a forceful personality but not a lot of self-awareness, but we're dumping Intelligence. I'm not calling Mama Raikou dumb, but I doubt her kids are coming to her with their maths homework.

Class Levels

1. Ranger 1: I was tempted to go paladin to get electric weapons, but since none of the smites deal lightning damage we might as well focus on the nitty gritty of demon hunting. As a ranger, you get proficiency with Strength and Dexterity saves, as well as three ranger skills-grab Animal Handling for a riding skill, and Perception and Stealth to help stalk Gudao.

You also gain a Favored Enemy in Fiends, giving you advantage on Survival and Intelligence checks involving demonic hordes. I know missing out on that Favored Foe is rough, but we'll have more flavorful ways to use your concentration later.

As a Deft Explorer, you're Canny when it comes to Intimidation, letting you use someone's middle name to double up your proficiency bonus.

2. Ranger 2: Your Archery skills give you +2 to ranged weapon attack rolls. You can also start casting Spells this level using your Wisdom. While we're waiting on your lightning weapons you can use Hunter's Mark to deal more damage and stalk people more easily. You can also use Zephyr Strike for another way to deal damage and gain a bit more speed.

3. Fighter 1: You don't just have some skill with weapons though, you have a lot of skill. That's why you have a second fighting style. Great Weapon Fighting will make your attacks with your longsword a bit more consistent, especially useful when you're sticking a bunch of extra damage on your attacks.

You also get a Second Wind, so you can pack yourself a bento as well, and you can channel every mother ever to unleash your Necrotic Shroud once per long rest. After you transform, creatures have to make a Charisma save (DC 8 plus your proficiency plus your charisma modifier) or be frightened of you until the end of your next turn. Also, once per turn while your transformation is up you can deal extra necrotic damage to a creature you hit with an attack. Again, not lightning, but still scary.

4. Ranger 3: Third level rangers join a conclave, and the Monster Slayer conclave will.. help you slay monsters. It's right on the tin, come on. Your Hunter's Sense will let you know the immunities, resistances, and vulnerabilities of a creature you target as an action. You can use this a number of times per long rest equal to your wisdom modifier, so... once. You can also use your bonus action to activate your Slayer’s Prey, adding another bit of damage to a targeted creature the first time you hit it each turn. It doesn’t use your concentration, and lasts until your next rest or until you target someone else.

Your Primeval Awareness will help you sense demonic presences within a mile of you for each minute per spell level you burn. Also aberrations, celestials, dragons, elementals, fey, and undead presences, but you’re a demon hunter.

You can use your sword as a lightning rod to Absorb Elements, reducing your own damage to add even more damage to your next strike. This will also make swimming through lava slightly less of a bad idea, if you’re interested. As part of your conclave you can also cast Protection from Evil and Good to make your fight against Shuten even more one sided.

5. Ranger 4: Use your first Ability Score Increase to round up your Strength and Constitution to hit people even harder and take more hits.

6. Ranger 5: Fifth level rangers get an Extra Attack each action, and you can cast second level spells too. You’re not Kiyohime, but feel free to help her out with your Zone of Truth, courtesy of your conclave. You can also Locate Object this level. That hair clip you gave Gudako? Not just a thoughtful gift.

7. Ranger 6: Speaking of stalking the Gudas, your Favored Enemy improvement helps you stalk Humans and Tieflings. You also become a Roving ranger, giving you an extra bit of speed, including a climbing and swimming speed.

8. Ranger 7: Your Supernatural Defense gives you an extra boost to your saves and grapple escapes against creatures you’re targeting with slayer’s prey. You can also cast Protection from Poison this level. You don’t have this explicitly in canon, but you hang out with Serenity a lot and you’re not dead yet, so you’ve got something going for you.

9. Ranger 8: Grab the Warcaster feat with this ASI to empower your concentration spells and let you cast them even with both hands full. You’re also Fleet of Foot to help you move through difficult terrain unharmed.

10. Ranger 9: Ninth level rangers get third level spell slots. You get Magic Circle as a freebie from your conclave, but you also get Elemental Weapon to finally add some lightning to your weapon attacks. Now that we have a lore-correct thing to spend most of your concentration on, we’ll also drop hunter’s mark for a Lightning Arrow. This is also the only spell you have that cares about your wisdom score, though you can still do plenty of damage with the normal attack.

11. Fighter 2: Now that your signature weapons are ready, it’s time we worked on your Noble Phantasm. Before that, though, you get an Action Surge- a free extra action you can tack on your turn once per short rest.

12. Fighter 3: You’ve got to be able to summon your retainers to beat down demons, and that means we’re heading back to the Echo Knight subclass for Manifest Echo. As a bonus action you can make a copy of yourself that’s a bit more fragile than most berserkers (It’s a copy of you, but I’m not sure if it gets a copy of your shocking weaponry. Slayer’s Prey will definitely work). While active, you can attack and make attacks of opportunity from its position, and you can swap places with the echo by using 15 feet of movement.

You can also Unleash Incarnation while your echo’s out on the field, giving them an extra attack as part of your attack action. You can use this a number of times per long rest equal to your constitution modifier.

13. Fighter 4: Your swordplay is fine, but you could stand to brush up on your archery. Use this ASI to grab more Dexterity.

14. Fighter 5: You get extra attack again, but it doesn’t stack with your ranger skill, so... enjoy the extra HP, I guess.

15. Fighter 6: Speaking of HP, use this ASI to bump up your Constitution for 15 more HP and another use of Unleash Incarnation.

16. Fighter 7: You can now use your Echo as an Echo Avatar, letting you scout out the area through its eyes up to 1000′ feet away from your regular body for up to 10 minutes. Despite the distance between you two, it still costs only 15′ to teleport! Now that’s convenience!

17. Fighter 8: For your final ASI, bring your Dexterity up so it can match your strength.

18. Fighter 9: You become Indomitable, letting you re-roll a failed save once per long rest. You might not be that reasonable, but that doesn’t mean you’re easy to charm.

19. Fighter 10: Our final echo goody lets you turn your echos into Shadow Martyrs, spending your reaction to throw an echo in front of an ally that’s being attacked, switching the target of the attack. You can do this once per short rest. Protect your darling Kintoki by... throwing a spiritual copy of him to its death... that looked better in your head, you swear.

20. Fighter 11: Your capstone level gives you yet another Extra Attack that actually does stack this time. That means you get three attacks per action, or four with Unleash Incarnation.

Pros:

Thanks to your Great Weapon Fighting powering up all your damage dice, your critical hits with your longsword can be pretty scary. Add in all your attacks, and you’ve got a good chance of dealing a lot of damage at once.

As expected of the premiere mystic slayer of the Heian period, you have plenty of demonic defenses to make fighting and tracking fiends a cakewalk.

With you and your echo out at the same time, you can lock down a larger area to abuse your once-per-turn Slayer’s Prey a bit more.

Cons:

You don’t have many spell slots, so you’ll have to be careful about using them, especially your third level slots. Burning through that slot on a single attack would be bad enough, but Lightning Arrow also uses your concentration, which leads directly to con #2.

Like most rangers, you have problems when it comes to concentration. It’s not that your save is bad, but you still have to balance out your various spells and play smart.

Also like most rangers, your bonus action is crowded, which can make things complicated as well. Echo Knight does not help here either.

[kitsune-kira]

Investigation Team as Phantom Thieves AU

Been giving it some serious thought on how it would actually work because a straight swap jkdfasjkl honestly uh lmao

They’re not super rebellious. So I thought.... Maybe more of a blend of the games instead of a straight swap? Like just some stuff I’ve thought of while daydreaming-

obviously some backstories would probably need to be shuffled a bit probably? just bc.... hhhh.... persona reasons-

thinking instead of a resolve to rebel a resolve to see and seek the truth? bc jkfasdljka they’re taking their truthseeker themes WITh them into new AU land bc i don’t see how else this could work 

Which made me think in the persona awakening instead of a mask appearing, glasses (like the TV glasses) could appear but uhhh honestly ripping them off doesn’t make sense to me because they’re a lens to pierce through lies and falsehoods (the fog)

AND INSTEAD OF MASK BLOODINESS IT’S JUST THEIR EYES BLEEDING (they’re fine dw if the thieves can be okay after ripping off half their face, the team can be fine after their eyes start bleeding) 

Something something about lies being purged from their eyeballs 

Probably the resolve to see the truth is tied to either backstory, their canon shadow issues, or both!

like for yu/souji specifically it’d probably be idk him being in denial that his parents kinda suck lmao i have no idea how that would translate to an in-palace awakening- 

i’m honestly kind of torn on what to do with adachi, personality-wise it would make the most sense to give him an akechi-like role but at the same time it just seems so..... dry...... to me..... maybe bc akechi was kind of like adachi (at least supposed to be i think) as in he was supposed to not seem to be a threat Until He Was so i’m actually tempted??? to make adachi the first palace the team tackle??? 

honestly we’re kind of fusing the persona 5 and persona 4 plots together here a little probably- 

Also corrupt police detective seems like a good first step for the team to me, kind of similar to Kamoshida bc uh lmao adachi was.... not on the same level as shido.....

Probably more focused on chasing the perp behind the mental shutdowns rather than just getting adults

Is Teddie still a shadow?? Probably ??? I don’t know how this works but I love Teddie too much help

RIP Margaret in this AU. I kind of figure her splits have a calm, mysterious slightly playful twin and then a easily irritated duty-bound one not too too different from Justine and Caroline but y’know more Margaret-y.... Also ngl bc Margaret looks older than Lavenza, Margaret’s twin splits probably also look older- 

lmao Yu/Souji’s velvet room is a prison van maybe.... Take the limo and the prison and merge it into one- 

IMAGINE just keeping some persona 5 cast for Plot Reasons like Shido and Akechi

Detective Prince vs Detective Prince

Instead of a second coming of the detective prince it’s just the media fighting over who deserves the title more, the latest in the Shirogane detectives or this New Guy Who Has a Very Nice Smile And He’s Pretty and Actually Doing Interviews- 

I actually uh don’t entirely know what to do with everyone’s backstories, other than everyone is in Tokyo for Plot Reasons

idk it’s easy enough for yu/souji, he just came back to tokyo

yosuke never left tokyo 

naoto and rise are easy enough to place in tokyo too

teddie is just.... from the metaverse so yeah

Not too hard for Chie too ig her parents just moved to the city and she’s probably not jazzed about it

Yukiko and Kanji tho.... Their families are well-established in Inaba hhhhhhh 

I MEAN could just have.... 

...... we could literally steal akira’s backstory and give it to kanji

i can see it kjladkljafjkldsa

yukiko still is an issue hmmm

(if you can’t tell im literally brainstorming more as im writing this-)

Honestly best I got is she followed Chie, and there’s better schooling in Tokyo, and she wants a path that ISN’T the inn

.... oh. actually that kinda works akjdfjklad

.... me thinking about how this is just a lot of pre-Inaba IT huh and the IT being more miserable for reasons 

Yosuke probably has ehhh fake friends

Kanji’s delinquent record is going strong except he got fucked over worse than usual 

Chie probably isn’t that happy in the city

Yu/Souji is..... Yeah

Rise is probably just getting hit with the hardcore burnout 

Naoto just carries the stress with him (i hc he/him naoto) 

OKAY BUT THE IDEA OF THEM HAVING TO LEARN TO BE SNEAKY ALL ON THEIR OWN SOUNDS HILARIOUS TO ME

BECAUSE NONE OF THEM ARE ALL THAT NATURALLY GOOD AT THIEVING

AND IT’S FUNNIER TO ME IF TEDDIE UNLIKE MORGANA LIKE CANON P4 ONLY HAS KNOWLEDGE OF THE METAVERSE BUT NO THIEVING SKILLS

so yu/souji and yosuke hit the books on how to be sneaky 

Yukiko, Naoto, and Rise are probably the best asides from them to pick up on it

The rest uh lmao less so

but then again ryuji isn’t really that stealthy from the start so im sure it’ll be fine 

i haven’t really considered other team swaps but im sure i will somedaaaay

for now i just think the eye bleed persona awakening sounds really cool hhhhhhhh even if it’s roughly as edgy as canon p5 awakenings lmao 

They probably just summon their personas with Willpower(tm) in the metaverse, no taking off the glasses necessary bc again it.... doesn’t make sense to take them off.........................

i have no idea what change of heart adachi would look like 

ALSO I JUST REALIZED IDK HOW TO SQUEEZE DOJIMA AND NANAKO IN HERE 

unless we just move them to tokyo but mmm 

ngl i kind of like the idea of sending a less shitty adachi to go hang with them lol

can we waffle between inaba and tokyo 

that sounds fun honestly ngl 

anyway the team sweating as they actually have to break into a real place in order to resolve a cognitive barrier in a palace

Naoto has to break the law in order to catch a criminal h e l p

forcing the neutral good squad to learn some chaotic gremlin tendencies

they probably would still call themselves the investigation team but them canonically calling themselves the investigation thieves sounds hilarious so maybe lol

[gt-ridel]

Several hundred words of Half-Life Borrower!AU goodness

(Hi, this is Passportinspection!) Oooh goodness. I actually started writing this as an ask. I really thought what I had to say would fit into an ask. Since sending that anon about having 350 words of thoughts, I ended up getting distracted for a few hours, and then when I came back to this, I apparently had 400 more words to say. I just love rambling what-ifs about AUs. :’>

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Hi Passportinspection!  Sorry it took so long to reply to this. I had more work than I thought yesterday. >__< I totally agree! Rambling about what-ifs is WAY more fun than actually writing a story. ;;>__> _

These are… not all A-list ideas, and I was very tempted to cut it down to the best bits, BUT I know that if someone said to me “I had 5 ideas for your au but only told you the 2 good ones” I would be extremely interested in hearing the 3 bad ones anyway, so… here it all is. This was written pretty stream-of-consciousness and then rearranged a bit to form my pinballing thoughts into something a little more linear, but, fair warning, it wasn’t edited much beyond that.

_ Ooo, I absolutely want to hear everything! All ideas, good and bad! Are you kidding? (Gets comfy) _

I keep thinking about the end of that “gordon takes borrower!barney with him through the events of HL1” scenario; Imagining gman’s speech at the end, I like the idea of him saying something like, “As for your.. /passenger/..” and both of their bloods running cold. I can’t decide if I’d rather barney actually go into stasis with gordon or not I think it could be an interesting/cute concept- the idea that gman/his employers figured barney was enough of a factor in gordon’s success that they thought it would be wise to keep them together for future “assignments.”

_ Bro I'll be honest, I hadn't gotten that far in the AU because I still haven't finished the game. My only reference for G-man is Mr. Coolatta. So I'll have to at least look the ending up on youtube before I'll be able to give my informed opinion.  But taking it as is?  That would be freaking terrifying. They've met some other scientists and security guards during their escape, but the HEV helmet was a perfect hiding place. None of them ever noticed that Gordon wasn't alone.  But somehow this reality bending creep knows, and it looks like he's not going to let Barney and Gordon just go home, which was basically what they were fighting for the whole time.  _

I’m also thinking about, like.. With Barney in Gordon’s helmet with him, Gordon must be able to feel him tense up and hear his breathing speed up whenever something particularly scary/dangerous happens, maybe even at times faintly feel the fluttering of his heart, and it strengthens his resolve to make it out of there bc it’s not just himself he’s saving. 🥺 Also Barney can provide running commentary, which perhaps soothes both of their nerves a little. Maybe he even helps with some puzzles. :> I also think it’s funny/convenient that that would work really well for an actual video game format. A friend that’s with you wherever you go that sees everything you see but can’t interact with the world but provides commentary and occasional helpful tips? That fits in nicely!

  _ Ha! Something I was thinking about was how Barney has spent his whole life living in the vents and such. He would probably be a perfect guide for Gordon. :3 As for Gordon feeling when Barney gets tense or scared and that fuling his drive to escape, that was ABSOLUTELY one of the reasons I wanted Barney in the helmet.  It would be uncomfortable, inconvenient, and down right dangerous sometimes. But you cannot deny the unique opportunities for deeper emotional exploration it would present. _

…But also, now that I think about it, maybe there are parts where the only way forward is for Barney to slip through a crack in a blockaded doorway and use a control panel that opens another door- that sort of thing. He gets to help with more than just talking sometimes! :> Oh, dang, imagine the part where gordon gets jumped and almost killed by the military. Poor Barney. D: Maybe a factor in Gordon escaping the trash compactor before it crushes him is Barney frantically trying to wake him up.

_ I was defo hyperfixating on what the whole beat down would be like from Barney's perspective a few days ago! Gordon would be at an extra disadvantage in the fight because he'd have to be careful not to accidentally bash Barney between his skull and the helmet while he's being smacked around.  Imagine Barney being tossed all over the small space, maybe ending up pinned when Gordon finally passes out. Noticing when a small stream of blood starts leaking from his friends mouth and soaking into his clothes. Gordon is completely helpless, and so is Barney as he hears the soldiers talking about what they're going to do with the body.  I just think that whole scene and the escape from the trash compactor would be so fun and exciting~ -

Also, unrelated, but I wonder how barney would wake up in city 17, if he did go into stasis with gordon. That is, since gordon is wearing a citizen outfit when he comes out of stasis, barney obviously can’t be in the helmet anymore. Maybe gman elects to move barney to a pocket somewhere instead lol. I’m imagining as soon as gordon is released from whatever effect gman had him under and he’s able to move again, he starts patting himself down looking for Barney (the same way one does when they forget which pocket their phone is in ), bc last he knew Barney was right up against his face and now he’s /not/, and that man SAID they’d be “hired” as a team so /where is he/ because Gordon needs to know he’s /okay/. As Barney is released from the same effect, he probably moves and makes himself apparent, so it’s only for like a second that Gordon is doing that.

_ Once again, I can't speak much to what would happen in a HL2 continuation of this story, but that sounds about right for an initial reaction scene.  Imagine Barney just coming out of it and being in some sort of... bag? being jostled around? He feels a giant hand pat over him from outside and he grunts in surprise. Then the hand rests against him and Barney realizes he's in a humans breast pocket, being held against someones chest as beside him a thundering heart slowly begins to calm. He figures this must be Gordon. He doesn't KNOW any other humans, and he can't imagine that man in the suit would be all that concerned about Barney's wellbeing.  _ 

Barney doesn’t know where they are/who else is out there at all ‘cause he can’t see from where he is, and Gordon can feel him shifting to lean out of the pocket and get a look, and he just puts a hand over the pocket, covering the opening in the process, and applies a gentle pressure for a couple moments, and Barney knows that means he needs to stay put because it’s not safe to come out yet. Thankfully Barney heard Gman talking to Gordon and addressing him by name, so he doesn’t have to worry about whose pocket he just woke up in. He would probably somewhat recognize Gordon’s gait/the feel of his hands at that point, too. As for how Gordon avoids boarding the train to Nova Prospekt without canon barney there to stop him, I have no idea.

  _ YEAAAH that is a good point. Barney is kind of vital for that role. Maybe we can slot a different character into his place. ^__^;; _

Oooh, going back a bit, maybe when the nihilanth is teleporting gordon around in the boss level, or from the very beginning when gordon jumps into the portal to Xen, they get teleported separately and end up in different places? (Ignoring for a moment the parts with portals in Black Mesa ^^;) That sure is an additional level of distress for the both of them during the Big Final Level(s). And then perhaps at the end, part of gman’s speech can be like, “As for your.. companion, you can rest assured he was recovered safe and sssound. After all, you two performed so well, together, it would be ideal to hire you as, a team.” Or whatever

_ Imagine Barney, stranded and alone on Xen, desperately trying to find Gordon, and having his OWN creepy G-man encounter. :U _

Our Barney AUs differ in some exciting ways and it’s fun to play in someone else’s sandbox for a while. :p I’ll probably cut my notes doc down into something readable and post it sometime in the near-ish future.. Either that or actually write the dang fic.

_ I would absolutely LOVE to hear about your AU too! So if you do either of those things, be sure to @ me!  Thank you so much for playing in this sandbox with me. I am ALWAY down to talk Borrower AU stuff. It's just so much dang fun! ^0^

[bourbon-ontherocks]

I was tagged by @sothischickshe​ for the what-write-next-breakdown meme which sounds like a fun game although one that in my current state of writing blocks I’m tempted to adress very simply before taking a nap:

BUT, since it’s you (❤️!), here we go:

So there’s obviously the last chapter of It’s all coming back to me. I know what’s happening in it. I have it half-written. I just can’t get myself to finishing it. It’s actually causing me so much anxiety and guilt at this point that if anyone feels like (trying to) help me with it, aka mostly bounce off ideas with me and read my drafts and be a cheerleader, I’d be on board with it.

Now for the things that actually get a few more words on the page each week, this is I think what I am writing next as we speak, I have it about 70% written and it’s a 4.08 canon-divergent where Rio is way angrier in this final scene than canon him is, and I’m actually quite excited with the whole concept of this fic because it’s something that I’ve never done before, but no spoilers, you’ll see!

But also there’s the Beth x Rio x Nick fic that I’d reaaaally want to post before hiatus ends (spoiler alert: I probably won’t) and I feel that extremely awful and unhealthy dynamics is the only thing I’m capable of writing given how bitter I am with the show right now, so it’s kind of a battle for dominance with the above...

Speaking of fighting for dominance, I also have this fling for a non-Brio French ship and I’ve been willing to write in French for a very long time so I thought it would be a fun thing to do but as it turns out, writing in your own language is absolutely awful and cringey as fuck and I don’t know how you guys do it, but also it kinda started to get a bit more fun after a few days, but writing in a “new” language (new as in I’m not used to write in it) + a new ship + a new nonexistant fandom (aka zero headcanon/previous characterization to hold on to) is like a lot for me, so I’m just writing this for funsies right now, and we’ll see if that gets me anywhere posting-wise.

Also I’d really like to write a Beth x Phoebe follow-up to the hotel room scene in 4.09 and based on SOMEONE’s tags I know I won’t be the only one sold on that ship so there’s that too *wink wink*

Aaaand speaking of non-Brio ships, I still want to write this Annie x Mick food-buddies to friends to lovers fic, and there’s technically nothing standing in the way of it except my own inability to write a word these days

tl;dr: this is WAY too much work, so I’m going to tag @elise-jupiterstyle​ @riosnecktattoo​ @querenaxx​ @misshazelevers20​ and take a nap

[wednesdaywrites]

leon questions ryan’s odd nature. ryan gets her shotgun.

leon s. kennedy x oc

warning: canon typical violence

lowercase is an aesthetic choice

masterlist

“i think i saw a room upstairs in the east wing, wanna check it out?”

        leon looked up from his gun, sliding the clip back into place. “you’re the boss.”

        she wanted to ask what made her the boss, but she grinned cheekily instead.

        “say that again.”

        “wow.” leon rolled his eyes. “just lead the way, creep.”

        “you said it,” she said, heading for the stairs. “put the opportunity right in my hands.”

        upstairs in the waiting room, she paused at the spade door.

        “get ready, officer friendly.”

        knock knock knockknockknock, knock knock.

        a moment of silence, then — ragh!

        “now!”

        she ripped the door open and ducked instantly; leon shot the walker in the head. another one swung around the corner and she whacked its knee out with the bolt cutter, opening it and jabbing it hard into its eyes when it was at her level.

        “let’s go. . .”

        they went across the hall to the door slightly to their left. she stopped to knock, listening for movement inside.

        “coast's clear,” she said, pushing the door open. “looks like a storage room.”

        leon scrunched his nose. “dusty as hell.”

        “this shit probably hasn’t been touched since this place was turned into the police station. it was a museum before, right?”

        leon nodded.

        “how much fucking room does the police need—sorry.” she picked up a magazine sitting on a chair, flipping it open. 

the ruby that captivated edward the black prince, the pearl that the queen of the nile milked dry, the diamond that lead a queen to the guillotine-there is no end to the number of tales related to the appeal of jewels.

this mysterious red stone is simply the latest to sparkle among them.

like those other jewels, this one's origin is unknown. it's said that it once adorned a noblewoman's jeweled box and was even dedicated to a wise king.

this fall, this stone that's long been shrouded in legend will be on display during auction. there are sure to be many eager enthusiasts there.

but, dear reader, one would do well to approach with care, for devilry lies in beauty's shadow. this jewel has turned caring nobles who love their subjects into despots more terrible than caligula, and we have the tales to prove it. seriously, it's precisely because these jewels are bathed in blood that their luster stirs something in the hearts of people everywhere.

        “huh.”

        “what?” leon came to read over her shoulder. 

        she looked at the king statue on the other side of the room—specifically, the scepter in its hand.

        “this isn’t here for nothing,” she said. “if there's a higher power, its playing with us.”

        she tossed the magazine down, approaching the statue. she picked up the arm piece sitting on the table nearby.

        “looks like it holds something,” leon commented.

        “yeah. . . but what. . . ?”

        “we'll find it later,” he said. “check this out.”

        she looked back to see him holding up a card—the weapon locker keycard! she gasped happily, snatching it from his hand.

        “it’s fucking over for these walkers!”

        leon raised a brow, amused at her excitement but confused by her term. “walkers?”

       “yeah. . . ?” she said. “what do you call them?”

        “zombies. . . ?” 

        “like from voodoo? that’s stupid.”

        “haven’t you ever seen a george a romero movie?” he asked.

        “who the hell is that?”

        he stared blankly at her, and she stared blankly back.

        “did you hit your head on something?”

        “maybe?” she said, confused. “why?”

        he shook his head. “you seem to know everything, but nothing at the same time. . .”

        “gee, thanks.”

        “i didn’t—” he sighed. “let’s just go find the other medallions.”

        as she followed him back the way they came, she pondered what he had said. it was weird that she knew how to deal with the walkers, but not who this george a romero guy was. it seemed like a name she should have known based off the way leon said it. she tried to think hard—what had happened before she woke up here? 

        a sharp pain sparked in her head.

        there was a man. . . half his face was burned, like that batman villain but less cartoonish. he hit her in the head because she fought back, then she woke up here.

        who was he? who was she?

        “you alright?”

        she lowered her hand from her face. “yeah. . . rainy weather gives me a headache, that’s all. . .”

        he didn’t seem to buy her response, but everything else about her was odd, so he accepted it without further question. she wanted desperately to hug him. they had only known each other for maybe an hour, but in that moment he was all she knew for sure.

        “hey. . .” he said softly, “maybe we should take a breather. . .”

        “no!” she snapped, without meaning to. “i want to get the hell out of here. . . meet up with ellie and claire. . .”

        “alright, alright. . .” he put his hands on her shoulders, guiding her along. “let’s keep moving, then. . .”

        they went back downstairs to the main hall, stopping to check on marvin again.

        she had a bad feeling he wasn’t going to make it.

        “short way or long way?”

        she snapped her attention back to leon. “long way. i want to see what’s behind that chained door.”

        “lead the way,” he said, motioning her ahead.

        they walked back to the shutter door that had almost killed her, over the mound of bodies, into the reception room, and through the door into the hall. they went down the hall slowly, leon with his gun raised and ready and ryan with a tight grip on the bolt cutters.

        after losing her knife, it was a pretty good weapon.

        down the hall, around the corner a walker shambled to the open window and flopped through.

        “shit!”

        “just jump over him,” leon said.

        they picked up the pace, jumping over the walker before he could start to get up and hurrying along.

        the body hanging from the ceiling fell, landing right on ryan and knocking her down. it was larger than her and, despite what movies may have one believe, much heavier than it looked.

        she looked to see the walker coming right for her. “leon!”

        “i got you!” he shot the walker, using its stagger as an opportunity to help her push the body off. he grabbed her arms, pulling her up. “come on!”

        through the bar doorway to the next hall, another walker laid in wait around the corner. as soon as leon passed through, it lunged at him, clawing at his shoulders in an attempt to bring him closer. ryan kicked its knee out, jabbing the bolt cutters hard into its head.

        “leon, there’s another one at the end of the hall. . .” she said.

        “i’m on it!”

        he aimed and shot, twice for good measure, and they pushed forward. 

        another walker crawled through the window where leon had just shot the one; ryan dove and stabbed the bolt cutters into its head before it could get up.

        leon got his arm around her waist, pulling her along. “the door’s right here!”

        he released her and threw the right door open; she hurried in behind him, turning and slamming the door shut. for good measure, she grabbed one of the folding chairs and forced the back over the knobs. both doors shuddered violently under the force of an unknown number of walkers, sending her backwards with a gasp of shock, but the chair held. . . for now. 

        she stopped to catch her breath, looking at leon to find him reading something on the desk.

        “what is it?” she asked, going to his side.

        “details of the outbreak. . .” he said, pushing the papers over so she could read.

september 25th

we're turning the station into a temporary shelter due to the massive sudden outbreak. all police personnel have been instructed to make the safety of the citizens their top priority as we try to accommodate as many of them as possible.

september 25th (addendum)

one of the refugees attacked us in the middle of the night, resulting in the death of 1 officer and injuring 3 others. the person in question was quickly restrained. we believe this was simply a case of someone snapping under intense stress.

september 26th

a mob attacked the station today, resulting in a number of casualties. a few survivors were able to make it safely behind the emergency shutters, but surrounded as we are, it'll be hard for any of us to escape this place. we're not sure we can fix any of our comm equipment, so we remain cut off from the outside world.

september 27th

there was another clash on the west side of the station around 1pm. twelve people died, and there is only a handful of survivors left. everything is falling disarray in here.

david ford

        she scanned the pages quickly, but one date stood out to her.

        september 25th.

        “this whole thing started on my birthday,” she mumbled. “happy fucking birthday to me, huh?”

        “happy fucking birthday,” leon echoed, flipping the pages over so she couldn’t look at them anymore. “come on. we don’t know how long that chair will hold.”

        she jumped back into action, going to the chained door and cutting the chain.

        right as they entered the room, they were greeted by some kind of electronic device sitting on the desk. 

        “i don’t know what this is,” she said, “but it looks important, right?”

        leon picked it up to inspect it. “looks like a detonator of some kind. . . but to what?”

        “i have a feeling we're gonna find out. bring it.”

        turning around, she saw a whiteboard with locker room cap written on it.

        “i have a feeling we should remember that."

        “the locker room is on the second floor,” leon said. “we'll head up there after we get you your shotgun.”

        she perked at “shotgun,” patting her pockets frantically for the keycard. whew, still in my pocket.

        “hey, bob the builder, boards.”

        ryan turned to leon with an impressed smile. “look at you bringing out the nicknames!”

        “you’re not the only one that knows how to make a joke,” he said with a nonchalant shrug.

        “don’t tempt my competitive nature, little boy,” she warned teasingly. “you will lose.”

        he scoffed at her halfheartedly. “this door here needs a heart key, but this one. . . looks like it's locked from this side. lucky us.”

        she grabbed the boards as he unlocked the door, cracking it to check for walkers.

        “clear,” he said, pushing the door open the rest of the way.

        ryan pushed past him, hurrying to the safety deposit room and practically slamming herself through the door. she rushed to the back, fishing the keycard out of her pocket and jamming it into the reader. with a beep, the door swung open and the shotgun was hers at last. she set the boards and bolt cutters down so she could take the shotgun and load it.

        “you know how to use that thing?” leon asked behind her. 

        she turned to him with a really? look. “you want to find out firsthand?”

        he raised his hands in defeat, and she nodded in satisfaction.

        she looked down at the rest of her load. “i really wish i had my backpack.”

        “hey, we never checked these lockers,” leon said. “maybe there's a backpack in one of them"

        “gang, split up and look for clues,” she said in her best fred voice.

        leon went down one side and she went down the other, checking the opened lockers.

        “hey macgyver, we’ve got a positive on the backpack,” leon called.

        she cheered, rushing around to meet him. he handed her the backpack and she went to put the boards and bolt cutters in it. “hey, i can put that handle and the detonator in here if you want.”

        he took the handle off his belt and handed it to her with the detonator. she put them in her backpack and then zipped it and slipped it on.

        “ready to head upstairs?” leon asked.

        “ready.”

[uthseikoashx-inflamedme]

What I would love to see in the next Fantastic Beasts movies

(as always, sorry for the mistakes and for my poor english, I’m not a native speaker, etc! I will continue to correct it)

If you already read other posts I wrote, you know that I’m into plans and organised texts. So here we go again.

Just to be clear:

it's neither a request, nor what I think we should or need to see, and I won't be mad if we don't have the following scenes it in the next films. (I do have an opinion on what can be interessing to include in the movies, but again, it's my opinion! just ideas, and a lot of questions without answers also, etc) (and well it’s not groundbreaking but who cares)

About Newt and his friends

About Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald

About the Summer of 1899

About the other characters

About the Wizarding Society, Muggle world, etc

Some explanations we would like to have

1. About Newt and his friends

- Newt as a selfless and intrepid hero who loves all of the magic creatures

- To be honest, all the team as dauntless and loveable heroes and heroins facing bad guys (and Jacob - who’s already the kindest and smoothest man - being also incredibly brave)

- Newt and Tina, as a couple, loving each other, fighting together, having each other back, growing stronger and more confident with each other (like they’re fighting and are in symbiosis) (in the last film obviously)

- Queenie Goldstein as a powerful witch while she explains why she joined Grindelwald’s side - because she believes Ministry is going to do nothing for her, because she believes in a brighter future without the Statute

- (At least) some clues about Nagini’s and Riddle’s meeting

- Credence’s true family? And because his past is quite tragic and he’d already gone through awful experiences, maybe his happy end?

- Theseus not knowing how to act after Leta’s death: should he follow blindly the Ministry? Trust Dumbledore, his brother and the rest of the team?

- A character eventually agreeing with some of Grindelwald’s ideas about magic things which shouldn’t be hide and stuff, but fighting against him anyway (well, most likely Queenie)

2. About Albus Dumbledore and (or) Gellert Grindelwald

- Albus Dumbledore as the charismatic, incredibly marvellous and skilled wizard he is, while people around him are impress by his aura: imagine Albus walking in the Ministry, and people who are supposed to protect the whole country are amazed, even scared: he’s stunning, blazing with power (and with cold fury, because the Ministry obviously did something stupid and Dumbledore is mad at them)

(at this point, we finally understand why he is the most powerful, skilled, prodigious, dazzling wizard of his age)¹

- Albus with colourful and amazing clothes

- Albus facing his Boggart (which is supposed to be Ariana’s corpse, but well, who knows)²

- Gellert Grindelwald facing his Boggart (what could it be?) (ok, I’m just curious here)

- The backstory of the Deluminator: why and when Albus developed this magical device? Did he always used it to have fun with light, or was it initially a more personal object? Had Albus created the Deluminator to find Gellert Grindelwald to fight him, at the end?

- A funny and arrogant (and bitter?) Dumbledore’s rejoinder, while he’s conscious of his marvellous mind and skills (like in the books)

- Dumbledore’s reaction when he discovers who is the actual Master of Elder Wand (again, i’m curious)

- Are Grindelwald’s mismatched eyes™ a sign of something important about his past, his abilities? is his hair white - and not anymore blond - because of Dark magic?

- A moment when we see how Dumbledore is able to manipulate surrounding people, including allies and friends

- A heartbreaking and breathtaking dialogue in 1945, while they fight against each other - and I wonder if - how - they are going to talk about their past, shared ambition and dreams, sentiments, guilt, regrets, etc

3. About the Summer of 1899

- To be honest, it’s mostly: Albus and Gellert as remarkable, arrogant, impish, brillant and not wise at all young wizards in a flashback of 1899

passionate discussions about the Hallows, politics, the Statute, or complex magic things

wandless magic, non-verbal spells, forbidden and dangerous rituals³

Albus’ reactions while Gellert has his visions (was he already able to control his Seer’s abilities?)

how they have fun (common sense of humour, a bit bitter and jeering one most likely?)

And thanks those very quick scenes, we understand why Albus and Gellert fell in love with each other - they both were a freedom symbol for the other in a way, all what they always desired and dreamed of - and their common ambition elevated them, made them wanted a bright and glorious future

(ok, too much to show, yes, i know)

- Also, an already dangerous and extreme Gellert and an in-denial Albus (about the Inferi army, etc)

- A glimpse of the relationship between Abelforth and Ariana, between Albus and his family, and between Gellert and Albus’ siblings

(edit: and yeah i forgot, a kiss or something - an act only did by lovers and not best friends, because there are still people believing they are friends - and their relationship is technically still not canon?)

4. About the other characters

- Adult Abelforth, loathing his brother, suffuring

- Tom Riddle at Hogwarts, possibly facing Dumbledore, or as a young charismatic awful future Dark wizard, or acting like he’s jealous of Grindelwald’s influence and like he already wants to surpass him

(it could be great to see him, at least few seconds, to build the bridge between FB and HP and most importantly to have a more detailed vision of Wizarding modern History, you know what i mean?)

- Ministry people who do not like Dumbledore because it’s funny

- A character who’s scared by the war and finally who gives up, and who runs away to try to be as far as possible from the political troubles

(it would show how war is an ordeal - I do not have the impression that the pressure and all were something so exposed in HP books, it could be great to see it?)⁴

- Minerva McGonagall, Alastor Moody, Cornelius Fudge, etc, being young - if they are already born in 1945? It’s not written anywhere so idk

- edit: I forgot Hagrid, it could be awesome to see him as a teen in the last movie during the events of the Chamber of Secrets’ first opening!

5. About the Wizarding Society, Muggle world, ect

- The consequences of Grindelwald’s actions around the wizarding world and in the Muggle world: how things are destroyed, how he influences the governments

- The influence of rich and conservative pure-blood families through the war: how several of the sacred-28 families supported Grindelwald, how they influenced the whole magic society, why their inaction killed people, how the Ministry is corrupted, why it didn’t really change, even after the end of the war⁵

- The same conservative influence but in the very heart of character’s life: how Nagini is marginalized, for example⁶

- Why not political opinions expressed by several characters, to show how politics is a delicate and intricate subject, and why neither Albus Dumbledore nor Gellert Grindelwald are all white / all black, how Grindelwald gain influence, etc

6. Some explanation we would like to have

- Why is Albus Dumbledore DADA teacher? We know he wrote articles in Transfiguration Today before graduating, so why teaching DADA? (guilt, will to help young people to not be tempted by Dark magic and power like he was, or was there simply already a Transfiguration teacher?)(should I mention it’s never said in the HP books?)

- When and why will Albus be the Transfiguration teacher? (edit: we have clues in FBtCoG because Travers says Albus is not going to be allowed to teach DADA anymore so I guess it explains it)

- How can Minerva McGonagall be at Hogwarts, already be a young woman - if I remember well, she’s not even born? Or extremely young?

- How Gellert Grindelwald summoned a phoenix - and more likely, let’s theorize, how might he summon and control Fawkes?

(because Credence can’t be a Dumbledore - or at least, can’t be directly related to Albus, Ariana, Kendra and Percival - or is he the illegitimate and secrete son of Abelforth? a cousin of Albus?

but if we consider Credence is not a Dumbledore, Gridelwald had been able to control a phoenix which is linked to thhe Dumbledores, right? is it thanks the blood pact? of because of Credence’s Obscurus? we don’t know

edit: or there is the theory about Credence being created by the philosopher’s stone I guess, so with Ariana’s Obscurial and most likely Albus’ blood)

- Why nobody knew that Grindelwald and Dumbledore met each other when they were teenagers, when Rita Skeeter published Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore in 1998?

(i’m not so angry, i’m mostly confused)

The Ministry knew Albus met Gellet Grindelwald in 1899, right? How can a that huge information be a secret during decades? Why Rita Skeeter only found it after Dumbledore’s death? Albus said they used to be “closer than brothers”: after that and because Travers doubted of Dumbledore’s true side, Albus had been restricted and watched by the Ministry during FBCoG. It should exist papers, files, archives which confirmed all of this. So why everybody forgot that Gellert and Albus knew each other when they were young?

- Or about Albus’ and Gellert’s former close relationship, didn’t Travers or Theseus understand they were lovers? Or if they understood, they - again - didn’t tell it? (Travers is not fond of Dumbledore, it could have been a scandal, why he didn’t say it?) Can all of that make any sense?

- Why isn’t the Blood Pact ever mentioned in Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore - or most likely, how everybody (Albus; Gellert; Newt and Newt’s friends; the Minstry; Grindelwald’s acolytes, etc) had succeed to hide it from the press and the whole magic society?

That’s already a lot so let’s stop here Half of it is not so deep but I’m a simple girl, I’m always here for characters’ and background’s (lore?) development I will be pleased to hear what are your own wishes also

Notes:

¹ : certainly one of the thing i would the most like to see in the next movies, which is also something very important in the FB and HP universe - i have the feeling his power, skills, etc are more an idea than a reality. (and i indeed used a thesaurus to describe him)

² : Boggarts, Albus’ Boggart, how - in Albus’ situation - it mirrors his Erised reflect and how it might show important elements about him is a subject i really want to broach, i already planned it, it may be great to talk about it i think?

³ : talking about forbidden rituals, i talked here about the Blood Pact and why i think it was illegal, Dark, etc :

Why Albus didn’t tell Ministry employees about the Blood Pact

⁴ : to be fair, there are elements which are reminders of the pressure of the war in the book, especially in OotP and DH, but the Golden Trio did not experienced the war like the common people did, and the story - even very short - of someone who was scared is something i will be pleased to discover

⁵ : well, i talked a bit about pure-blood conservative families, their power and their influence in two posts:

How can everyone find their true-love and still be in love after years in HP? (”magic-soulmates” theory and conservative society)

Why are the Weasleys poor? (eng&fr) (theories about pure-blood families, inheritance, etc)

(it’s theories, but it can explain my point of view - headcanons? - about those families and the Wizarding Society)

⁶ : again, check the two posts if you are interested!

Thanks for reading!

I again apologize for the mistakes - and there might be incorrect informations, even if I hope there are not

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Do you think there's any way post eclipse that griffguts could have still ended up together? Like if they actually talked at the hill of swords about why guts left/how the sacrifice happened or something. I think it MIGHT be possible, since Guts seems desperate to separate Griffith from Femto.

I think they could still end up together, but I don’t think they could have at any point between Hill of Swords and Griffith getting Falconia. And I mean what would be believable characterization-wise in eg a fic, not what’s likely to happen in canon lol, sadly I don’t believe there’s much of a possibility they’ll canonically end up together. But I think it could make sense after some time passes?

Like I completely agree, Guts was basically ready to forgive and forget and join him again on the Hill of Swords if NGriff just gave him half a reason to separate NGriff from Femto and treat NGriff as if he’s not responsible for Femto’s actions. Guts is the easy side of the equation.

But imo there’s no way NGriff was going to let that happen. He doesn’t want Guts to join him, he wants to stay far away from Guts and pretend his fluttering heart had nothing to do with him. And considering what happened last time he was in love with Guts you can see why lol, Guts is his giant glaring weakness that cost him his dream last time around and he sacrificed him at least partially to try to escape his feelings for him, so he doesn’t want to admit that didn’t work until he’s got no choice.

But when he does have no choice? Hell yeah. Once he’s forced to reluctantly admit to himself that he still feels feelings I could actually p easily imagine him deciding that maybe it’s the less risky option to tempt Guts onto his side.

Buuuuut I think there’d still need to be something extra to shove them together because he doesn’t actually know Guts loves him lol, they never did solve that miscommunication, so Griffith is still not going to do anything even if he does gain self awareness.

So like, I like to think that if Guts went full Berserk mode and killed a bunch of his friends it would push him towards Griffith, yk, like the Beast of Darkness said (”if you do this you’ll get closer and closer to Griffith), and he might seek him out on his own, in Beast of Darkness mode or not. And I love the idea of Griffith letting something human slip and that being enough for Guts to “forget his urge to kill” and come back out of Beast of Darkness mode. And then you at least have a starting point?

And I guess Griffith would either have to lose his fetus feelings scapegoat or maybe do something stupid for Guts again that he can’t deny to himself even with the fetus.

So, here’s a possible scenario: NGriff shows up at Elfhelm, this is Casca’s last straw and her memories all come out and send her into despair, behelit opens, Casca sacrifices fetus, this doesn’t kill NGriff but does get the kid’s soul out of him, watching Casca go monster fucks Guts up and he goes Beast of Darkness, attacks NGriff, NGriff is like shit I still don’t want to kill him guess it wasn’t the fetus after all, he fucks off back to Falconia, Berserker Guts kills a bunch of friends including the kids he’s babysitting and Elfhelm doesn’t stop him because Danann and Skull Knight basically arranged this sequence of events so they could use Guts and Casca as weapons (and they saw NGriff fail to kill Guts so they know they’ve got a good thing going here).

Berserk Guts gets sent out with some Elfhelm backup to help take care of the apostle army, Danann can see fate and also presumably subvert fate what with being magical with a big ol witch spirit tree so she can outmaneuver NGriff and ambush him while he’s away from Falconia (just to make things simpler) - but NGriff is Griffith and doesn’t just rely on fate, he is also just plain smart in his own right so he anticipates this (sort of like how he knew Skull Knight would try to attack him while all Femto-ed up during the Ganishka confrontation) and manages to finagle a situation where he and Guts are alone together, by winning the fight or escaping it or whatever, idc. Guts wakes up when Griffith refuses to fight him/Guts lands a non-fatal hit on him or something, and amidst a whole lot of angst and anger realizes how hard he’s been played.

NGriff is like, it’s basically Danann and Skull Knight’s fault that you killed all your friends, you should probably get some revenge, Guts has lost his joie de vengeance against griffith having walked a mile in his monster shoes, there’s a lot of internal conflict but griffguts wins out and Guts takes the opportunity/excuse to join him again against Danann this time, and things inevitably progress from there. Plus if Guts needs an extra push you can always compare Femto to the Beast of Darkness and have Guts separate that mentality from NGriff anyway, whether NGriff feels regret or not. It’s not forgiveness or even not holding him responsible for Femto, more acknowledgement that Guts can’t say he’s any better now and if he’s not going to kill himself what right does he have to kill Griffith? ~Maybe they deserve each other~

That or Guts hatefucks him while beast of darkness-y and Griffith lets him and then they sort shit out. Yes he’s wearing armour but it’s magic inner-darkness-expressing armour and this is Berserk, obviously there’s got to be a way to fuck while wearing it.

[shiigetsu]

  𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑, 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃. 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃. INDIE/PRI/SEL/OC/DUPLICATE AND CROSSOVER FRIENDLY WITH CANON DIVERGENT INJECTIONS LORD SESSHŌMARU of the INUYASHA/FEUDAL FAIRYTALE franchise / as told by osiris. THIS IS AN ANTI HATE/THEFT/DRAMA ZONE! I'VE NOT THE PATIENCE TO DEAL WITH IGNORANCE, CONSIDER THIS YOUR FIRST AND FINAL WARNING!

this blog does not adhere to yashahime: princess half demon canon.

o1. following and interacting; i absolutely welcome crossovers and heavily encourage them however i might prioritize canon interactions. given the impossibility to interact with everyone in existence i generally do not strictly follow-for-follow. in effort to maintain a clean and focused dash i primarily follow/follow back those whom i intend to interact with or see a great possibility in doing so.

o2. nsfw/blog content/shipping; i am of age and so is sesshomaru. as a preference i do prefer darker themes myself however i will never impose my preferences on others nor will i attempt any sort of interaction that makes others uncomfortable.

* on terms of shipping you will attempt to do such with this one on the bounds of chemistry and character building or none such will come of it at all. * considering sesshomaru and his given stance with others is not exactly likable by any means and his innately wary/hateful stance towards humans as a whole is something he is working through do not expect him to fall in love with you. at least not immediately. * sesshomaru is an incredibly tough partner. as such any ship with him regardless of development or plotting will be difficult. should you wish for something wholesome and worthwhile aim for longevity. i promise genuine effort is met with reward. smut will only happen with established ship/partners. no exceptions.. * we must be developed/established shipping partners before i will even consider this. if first time ruts and/or casual flings are what you seek here then this is not the place for you. shipping will only be considered with prior established interactions and ooc interaction. i wish to know the person behind the muse i am to potentially be shipping with and so should you. this blog is multi ship and every ship will take place within it's own individual verse so as to prevent ship crossing and alluding to the unfairness of others. no ship takes precedence over others, they are all considered of equal importance and will be treated as such.

i absolutely will not smut with minors. pedophilia, noncon/rape and/or intimate relations with minors is intolerable. ships with minors/muses who are minors are not accepted. instances of any such content will result in a block and report on sight. do not test me. given their prior relations and the controversy vs age gap with sesshomaru and rin i do not ship sesshrin romantically. thus, he will treat her as an adoptive daughter.

o3. replies/ooc; whatsoever i post shall come on my own time. i have a strict and demanding lifestyle outside of the internet and thus i am not on tumblr every day. a majority of the time my blog will always run on queue to keep activity fairly consistent. i will space my posts accordingly so you might only see one to two replies every other day. do not hassle me for replies, expect me to reply simply because you see me on or guilt me. if i’ve taken longer than week to get back to you then you are privy to nudging me. if you insist on reaching me quicker my dms are always open and i am more than happy to provide my discord for further offsite plotting, ooc banter or offsite roleplaying as well. do not abuse this.

o4. please do; plot with me! consult with me in dms! send random asks! tag me in all the things! feel free to turn asks into threads! memes in my meme dump are always open.

o5. please don’t; god mod or metagame!  have your character assume or know specific things about mine that they simply shouldn’t unless specified in canon material! reblog any rp posts that do not pertain to you! steal my headcanons! start drama! harass others! should you prove to be problematic or toxic in any way i will cut you out without warning.

on another note -- i do not send passwords but i make it a habit to read about/rules before i so much as follow/follow back. disclaimer wise i do not own sesshomaru or inuyasha/anything in direct relation. i do own my particular rendition and headcanons/meta of sesshomaru however so in this i will not ask that you do not steal; i will simply tell you not to do so. respect others if you wish to garner the same respect. all graphics and written meta on this blog specifically belong to me. if i see any such instance of theft ( not including my own material but from others as well ) this will also result in an immediate block. i have no patience for stupidity resulting in the immediate lack of common sense. be wise.

in closing, please keep in mind that sesshomaru is first considered an antagonist turned anti-hero. he is neither the most approchable or tolerable. that said his persona and morales/compass do not reflect upon my own. his character is a foundry of possible triggers that may include and are not entirely limited to: violence/gore/abuse/torture and sensitive material pertaining to war.  if you have any concerns be up front about them. in terms of portrayal sesshomaru will take bits from japanese culture/historia and the chinese philosopher lao-tzu as well as my own individual take on his abilities. do remember he remains at all powerful large and wandering unless verse specified. do not provoke or tempt his ire unless you are fully prepared to suffer the consequences. he is prone to killing should your muse prove an intentional nuisance or intend to stand in his way by any means. in the event he intends to kill your muse/your muse wishes to combat/attempt to kill him i ask that we discuss it first. he will not hold back nor will i hold him back as a character. thank you for reading! let’s have fun, shall we?

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