#i'm alive! wanted to share about my small adventure

[cardcaptor-lisia]

i usually don't go to my high school campus very often... basically i'm a college student while still technically in high school, and one of the best parts about it is that i don't need to take high school classes anymore. but, i do try to help out my japanese teacher there every so often bc i took the highest level of classes for it last year. kind of like a TA i guess? i grade stuff and answer questions, that sort of thing.

but anyways, that's mostly besides the point. yesterday i went there and helped out because i needed to go to the public library to return some manga, and it was fun! but i was told about something soooort of neat, that there were some exchange students from japan coming to visit the day after. so i unexpectedly went again?

...and it was really neat honestly! there were like 15 or so students and they were all reeeaaallllyyyyy nice!! i met a girl who does traditional japanese archery, and exchanged emails with another one, and just had a good time really! (and met someone who really liked vocaloid ehehe, her fav is kagamine rin!) i got some origami paper from someone that i need to figure out what to fold with it sometime... everyone was from a part of japan where i won't be in the event i'll be studying abroad sadly, but who knows? it was very fun and 'new', having convos in japanese with people who aren't my older sister or jp teacher, too. (though i do like talking with my older sister the most out of anyoneeee ehehehehe..）

i hope they're liking here so far, it's not a super stunning place really, but... maybe it's better than other parts of the country. all the exchange students were taking loooots of pictures, so i hope they tell their friends about how things were? that might be nice...

really when i asked one girl why she wanted to do a short study abroad in the first place, she said that experiencing a different culture seemed like a good thing. i think that's probably the best mindset to have when you're going across oceans, even if only for a short time. i hope she experiences lots and lots while she's here :)

this all makes me excited for what's to come soon. though i did get asked if i'd be nervous for going abroad, aaaand... maybe those worries just haven't hit me yet, ehehe. something for future lisia to worry about.

omake picture of the sakura(?) on campus:

[starsjulia]

superhero girlfriend

leah williamson x pregnant reader

a/n : i’m in rome and im dying from the heat, so i decided to write something about it. also sorry for how short it is…

warnings : none! (for once) just fluff.

Leah and Y/N strolled through the ancient streets of Rome, the summer sun blazing overhead. The city was alive with history, every corner steeped in tales of emperors, poets, and artists. But right now, the only story Leah cared about was the one she was writing with Y/N—their last holiday as a family of two before their little one arrived.

Y/N rubbed her growing belly, feeling the baby kick gently. "I think she likes Rome," she laughed, looking up at Leah with eyes full of love.

Leah grinned, her hand finding its familiar place at the small of Y/N's back. "Or maybe she’s just excited about the gelato we're going to get later."

The couple had spent the day exploring the lesser-known parts of the city, venturing beyond the usual tourist spots. They had wandered down cobbled alleys, discovered quaint little cafés, and marveled at hidden fountains that seemed to spring up like secrets only locals knew.

But now, as the afternoon sun beat down relentlessly, Y/N started to feel the weight of the day. The heat was oppressive, and her feet ached from the hours of walking.

"Leah," Y/N said, her voice tinged with exhaustion, "I think I need to sit down for a bit."

Leah looked around, realizing they had wandered far from the main streets. The area was quiet, devoid of the usual hustle and bustle of the city. No taxis in sight, just the silent presence of old buildings standing guard over the narrow streets.

"Of course," Leah said softly, her concern evident. She scanned the area for a bench, but the nearest one was a good distance away. Not wanting Y/N to exert herself further, Leah made a quick decision.

Without a word, Leah bent down and gently scooped Y/N into her arms. Y/N let out a surprised laugh, wrapping her arms around Leah's neck as she was lifted off the ground.

"Leah! You don’t have to—" Y/N started, but Leah silenced her with a soft kiss on the forehead.

"I've got you, love," Leah said, her voice tender. "Just relax. I'll take care of everything."

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with affection. It wasn’t just the romantic gesture that made her feel so loved, but the ease with which Leah did it—how natural it felt to be cared for by the woman she adored.

Leah began walking, her strides strong and sure, as she carried Y/N through the winding streets. Despite the heat, she felt a cool calm wash over her, knowing that she was doing everything she could to make Y/N comfortable. They passed by a few locals who smiled at the sight—a tall, athletic woman carrying her pregnant partner with such obvious care and love.

Y/N rested her head against Leah's shoulder, closing her eyes as she savored the moment. "You're my hero, you know that?" she murmured.

Leah chuckled, her breath warm against Y/N's temple. "I'm just doing what any superhero girlfriend would do."

Finally, they reached a main road where taxis were more frequent. Leah carefully set Y/N down on a bench in the shade before hailing a cab. She made sure Y/N was comfortable, fanning her lightly while they waited for the taxi to pull up.

Once they were settled in the backseat, Y/N leaned against Leah, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. "Thank you for today," she whispered. "I know it wasn't easy."

Leah wrapped an arm around Y/N, pulling her close. "It was perfect," she replied. "And I wouldn't trade it for anything. Besides, it's our last adventure before we become three."

Y/N smiled, placing her hand over Leah's, where it rested on her belly. "I can't wait to see what the next chapter holds."

As the taxi drove them through the ancient streets, the city of Rome seemed to blur into the background. All that mattered was the love they shared, the new life they were about to welcome, and the knowledge that, no matter what, Leah would always be there to carry Y/N through anything life threw their way.

[maple-the-awesome]

The Chain Meets Your Baby || 1/2

Part 2 ||

Pairing: Hyrule, Time, Wild, Four x Reader

Requested by @kieradumpzz081927: I hope your request are open(or if ur free for requests), so i saw ur LU oneshots about the one that is called ' He becames a dad ' or smth. So, why not that he would introduce his kid(s) to the chain? That ones going to be interesting Interesting indeed 😈Now, I have my own set of headcannons for what order the Chain becomes dads in, but regardless of their own experience, I'm sure the Links would all subject the new dad to lots of support and teasing. Here you go 💜 Warning: Some mature jokes here and there. Nothing major, but gotta give the new dad a little hell, right? ¯_(ツ)_/¯

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The last thing Hyrule was expecting to encounter during his village visit was his old traveling companions, the other heroes of courage. Then again, life has been full of surprises lately and it wasn't like he didn't already know that the portals between their worlds are still active. It was only a matter of time before their paths crossed again and honestly, it couldn't have aligned more perfectly.

Happy to see the rest of the Chain again, Hyrule takes the liberty of inviting them back to his home so that they can properly catch up and not be the subject of so many judgment stares from villagers. Throughout the short trip there, the group’s laughter is vibrant as they detail accounts from their recent adventures, soon turning it into a friendly competition of who has the craziest stories. 

This conversation stays well alive all the way from their first steps outside of the village gates to the second Hyrule opens the door to his house, at which point the spirited teasing immediately dies off into a stunned silence.

“Oh! Hello again!” You’re just as pleasantly surprised to see the boys as your boyfriend had been, your smile more than welcoming as you turn around to greet them, yet they’re less focused on you and more so on the small infant you cradle in your arms.

“...I think the Traveler wins,” Wild mumbles, his disbelief shared amongst the rest of the group who merely nod distractedly. 

“Right! I forgot to mention -” Hyrule excitedly hurries to your side before turning to his friends with a thrilled smile, “- This is our daughter, Hope.”

“You just casually forgot to mention you have a kid now…?” Legend narrows his eyes while pointing to the kid in question. He should probably be more annoyed with Hyrule’s tendency of always skipping over important details, but honestly he’s just too shocked to process it right this second.

“Well, she’s only about a month old. Being a dad now takes some getting used to,” Hyrule defends, rubbing the back of his neck timidly, but when you pass your daughter over to him, he shows practice in the way he gently holds her securely to himself before approaching the boys to properly show her off.

Despite their surprise, they’re eager to crowd around him, each wanting to get a good look to ensure this isn’t some clever joke you’re both pulling on them. Fluffy head of dark wavy hair…A little button nose…Sharp pointed ears…Yep, this baby must be yours. She looks exactly as one would imagine the product of Hyrule’s sex life to look like…

“...Geeze. She’s adorable,” Warrior awes, practically leaning over Legend who elbows him back with a glare.

“Isn’t she?” You preen.

“She’s strong, too,” The Vet acknowledges with an unamused pout. He had made the mistake of holding a finger out to the baby only for her to grasp it in an unwavering grip. His attempts at pulling away are fruitless, not that he’s actually trying that hard. Maybe he even likes the feeling of his heart melting just a bit.

“Congratulations. You two must be very proud,” Time praises kindly, having already felt the joy that comes with being a parent himself. He can recognize it in the way Hyrule and you affectionately watch your giggling baby with a pleasant glow surrounding you both.

“We very much are…”

Muffled commotion outside alerts you to the fact that you have visitors long before they stumble into your home, not even bothering to knock as their excitement gets the better of them. Now, any other day, your husband would be quick to scold such ill-mannered behavior, but fortunately for your guests, he's in far too good of a mood to let it be soured.

So, instead of acknowledging the Chain’s less than graceful entrance, Time immediately rises to his feet with a proud hand left upon your shoulder, "Everyone, we'd like you to meet Saria and Mallory."

The young heroes are in awe as they crowd around the bed just to get a look at the small bundles held within your arms. Sure, they've seen babies before, but these are Time's babies. For many of them, the complicated concept of love alone had once seemed out of reach for any hero of courage, yet here the Old Man is, hitched to a lovely wife and now the lucky father of two adorable daughters. It's an amazing accomplishment, really; one that has the entire Chain feeling happy for him.

"They're so little," Hyrule whispers, scared to speak any louder out of fear he'll accidently wake them.

"They inherited their dad's nose, poor things," Warrior jests, throwing a smirk Time's way.

"They'll grow into them," Rather than take it personally, he chuckles while carefully taking one of the girls from you. Despite having only become a father a few hours ago, he's already a natural at handling them. Ever so gently - as if handling the thinnest of glass - he cradles his daughter to his chest and fixes the tiny hand-sewn blanket around her; a gift from her godmother, Malon, of course.

"You'll have your hands full with twins," Four remarks prudently.

You sigh at the thought, your head thrown back against your pillow, "Ugh, we know…”

Although you’re visibly tired after having undergone hours of stressful labor, you still look upon the baby in your arms with nothing short of pure admiration, clearly having no actual regrets towards having either of them. In your eyes, twins just mean all the more love to give.

"Nothing we can't handle," Time promises before getting a mischievous glimmer in his eye while casually extending his sleeping baby out to Twilight, "This one is Mallory, by the way -"

"- W-Wait -!" The Rancher is immediately caught off guard by it, yet his objections are ignored. Time drops the baby into his arms anyway, practically forcing Twilight to take her, not that he truly minds. A natural around children himself, it takes him only a few seconds to adjust the baby comfortably in his hold.

Blind to the other boys who hover around his shoulders, Twilight's eyes are locked in amazement upon the tiny bean who scrunches her nose and whimpers quietly before soon settling down…To think, this small infant no more than a few hours old is a relative of his. He can't help but wonder how closely related they are. How many generations between them? Three? Two? Maybe even just one? It's a strange thought to consider...but also a very comforting one, too.

"...She's a real beauty, isn't she?" Time asks softly with a strong pat to Twilight's back. The only reply he gets is a wordless nod and whimper as the teary eyed Rancher sniffles.

What kind of horrors do they need to prepare themselves for? That's the question that rings through every hero's head as they approach Wild's home. They're concern only grows when - as if sensing them - the Champion suddenly appears in his open doorway with an ear-to-ear grin greeting them...Not the most comforting sight seeing as they've come all this way under his vague request.

A letter had been sent to each of them only giving the minor hint that there’s a certain 'surprise' he can't wait to show them, and with someone as chaotic as their accident prone centenarian, the Chain has every right to be anxious about it.

Even as they all crowd outside of his home, Wild refuses to add any context, instead maintaining his mysteriously upbeat aura before finally stepping aside to allow them in. It's only then that the heroes realize what his 'surprise' is, welcomed by the sight of you as you stand there matching Wild's grin while holding an unfamiliar baby in your arms. She can't be much older than a few weeks, judging on both her tiny features and the obvious bags under both of her parents’ eyes...

"You have a baby?!" Wind screeches with delight, not wasting a second to race to your side.

"Her name is Mikan," Chuckling, you kneel down to let him better see your pride and joy. It isn't long before you're surrounded by most of the heroes who are immediately taken by your daughter's cuteness.

"When did this happen?" Time inquires through a raised eyebrow, one of the few Links who had remained by the door with Wild.

"Uh, she'll be three weeks old tomorrow," Wild answers, his hand darting up to rub the side of his neck. He knows that isn’t exactly what Time meant, but it’s the easiest answer.

"I didn't think you -..." Begins Twilight quietly. Although he ultimately cuts himself short, the curious look he gives his successor wordless finishes what he might've said.

Nodding slowly with some hesitation, Wild bows his head while looking back over to you. There's a fondness in his eyes as he watches you carefully pass your daughter over for Wind to hold, "I know what I said before. I...I didn't think this was something I could have - something I could want this badly, but...Well…I probably don’t need to tell you how it is…”

Twilight pats Wild’s back with a knowing smirk, indeed understanding. He’s happy to see his friend finally accept the peaceful life he deserves instead of continuing to run away from it, after all, Twilight has never been blind to the curiosity and faint jealousy that would shine in Wild’s eyes whenever listening to the other heroes talk about their families. He’s been long overdue to have one of his own.

"Hey, just one question," While Wind is busy cooing and rocking your daughter, Four turns around to address Wild once they finally join everyone else, "Did you really name your daughter after a fruit?"

Wild's cheeks flare in embarrassment, "I - It can be a pretty name, too!"

"I'm actually the one who chose it," You confess sheepishly, taking the attention away from your partner, "I was really craving tangerines throughout the whole pregnancy."

"At least it's a somewhat normal name. I was half expecting you to name your future kids something like 'Biscuit' or 'Curry'," Legend snorts.

"...We did consider picking 'Sage'.”

Warrior laughs heartily before throwing a hand over Wild shoulder with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows, "Can we expect that to be the second child's name then?"

"Woah, woah, woah - Let's settle down now, gentleman,” You immediately scold while also taking the chance to save your poor partner by pulling him away from the onslaught of teasing he was about to endure, “One baby at a time. It’s not easy carrying those things, just ask your wives!”

Four has been off into his own little world - That is to say, he’s been both distracted and extremely tired; a terrible mix, but hey, it’s nothing he hasn’t dealt with before. Despite his eyelids feeling like bricks, he remains awake and alert, arms folded across his chest as he sits in the bedside chair keeping watch over your sleeping form. 

You need the rest more than him anyway. Your husband has been through some pretty fearsome and ravenous beasts in his time, yet your work last night easily trumpeted every hell he’s undergone himself. Best to let you sleep unless he wants to change that statement.

A series of echoed knocks send Four bolting through the house, hissing a curse under his breath before tossing the front door open with plans to scold whoever’s on the other side, yet he’s stunned into silence when he realizes it’s no poorly timed mailman, rather the very friends he had invited over…although, they did come a lot sooner than he thought they would…

“WE’VE COME TO SEE -!”

“- SHHH!!!” Four nearly smacks a hand over Wild’s face. 

“- …The baby…” Wild finishes with a whisper and a grimace.

Four quickly ushers the Chain inside, allowing them to make themselves comfortable with STRICT orders to keep the noise level down. Yes, their early visit may not have been exactly anticipated, but Four holds no ill feelings towards it, in fact, he’s rather smiley while leading them to the nursery.

“Here they are,” He practically sings, eagerly looking inside the large crib as if he, himself, still can’t get enough of its contents. He has every right to be infatuated, “These are my girls~”

Although Four is bubbling with joy as he admires his little creations, the rest of the Chain stands by with wide eyes. Some even take the time to count each baby just to confirm that they are, indeed, seeing triple. Inside lies three little newborns, each fast asleep after having about as stressful of a day as their parents.

“We’re thinking of naming them Marigold, Amber, and Camelia. You know, keep to the color theme and all…”

“Damn, three of them, huh? You didn’t hold back at all, did you, Smithy?” Warrior observes aloud, much to Four’s instant lack of amusement.

“They’re so cute~” Wind coos, Twilight having to pull him back before he accidentally falls into a crib again.

“I suppose it’s a good thing I brought some of the twins’ old stuff then,” Time hums, his smirk holding a hint of sympathy. Needless to say, he doesn’t miss those early days of juggling babies himself, as much as he loves them dearly.

Four preens at the attention his daughters get, however his smile falters when he notices Sky sticking to the very back of the group, awkwardly rubbing his arm and chewing down on his lip. Four frowns.

“...I’m sorry. We should’ve waited until we told -” He keeps his voice down as he joins the older hero who is quick to shake his head and muster his best smile.

“- No, no. We’re happy for you both. Really…” Despite the sorrow stuck in his voice, Four can tell Sky means every word of it, even the sighed: “...You’re a very lucky guy.”

“...I am,” While there could be more said, he realizes now might not be the time to discuss it. Not with so many new babies in the room.

“No wonder you wanted us to be quiet. I can barely handle one newborn at a time, let alone three at once?” Legend mumbles half to himself, his finger gently cresting one of the baby’s chubby cheeks.

“You know, if you ever find your house getting a little too quiet, you can always babysit -”

“- No way in hell. We already have our hands full as it is.”

[bonefall]

BB!Moonpaw's Family

So, I don't rewrite arcs until they're done BUT!! HAVE NO FEAR IM HERE TO FIX IT.

You may have heard that Moonpaw's canonical family has been confirmed, Thriftear x Bayshine, and that it makes her a real doozy of inbreeding. The most important thing being that she is the product of a first cousin pair because Thriftear's father Fernsong and Bayshine's mother Sorrelstripe are full siblings.

But I am the family tree trimmer and I'm here to do a little pruning!

First of all, I've already done significant work in overhauling the ThunderClan Family Tree. Today I've made a more lightweight chart for showing off the options better, but please do go and check out the full version if you'd like to see the generations further back. It also has a link to my "diagnosis," which is handy for comparing my fixes to the problems with the canon tree.

So just to nip this in the bud; Thriftear and Bayshine are no longer first cousins in BB.

That's already fixed! I'm going to change it anyway but I just want that to be like, the first thing you know going in.

Second of all, now's a good time for a little refresher on my Three Strict Rules. These are the rules I use for overhauling the family trees; determining when cats are far enough apart, preventing one bloodline from getting too prolific, and when a fix is required.

Like before, click the link to see the rules more in-depth. Put simply, these rules are;

Three Generation Separation Cats must be three or more generations removed in order to be eligible as partners. That means they cannot share a simple grandparent, banning 1st cousin pairings. Further than that is typically allowed-- Clan sizes are too small to be more restrictive. ADDENDUM: Onestar's Exception. This rule applies to an extra generation, the great-grandparent, if one or more simple grandparents are alive to connect them all. This bans 1st cousins once removed (FCOR), like what Breezepelt and Heathertail are in-canon, and usually second cousins if I can help it.

Two Kit Max Any given pairing may only have two kittens who have successful grandchildren. If three or more kids have grandkids, one of the bloodlines will have to be pruned in some way. This is to prevent "superparents" who decimate the diversity. ADDENDUM: This applies per-Clan. Cats can leave their birth Clan and not contribute to their parents' "limit." Dovewing is now in ShadowClan and does not count towards the rule.

One Parent Litters Invoking the Queen's Rights allows for a cat to have kittens without a second parent. Sometimes these kittens are fully adopted. ADDENDUM: This is an in-universe rule. Ergo, other cats can and will have feelings on a cat who invokes this. That said, I don't always decide who that secret parent is beforehand!

With all that said, let's talk about the relevant differences in BB vs Canon, and the three options for who Moonpaw's parents are going to be...

Relevant Differences

So that we can narrow in on the ancestors that are relevant, I've gone and made a little version of my bigger tree.

Everyone in YELLOW is active in ThunderClan. PINK indicates that they may or may not remain there past ASC, either because they'll move or because they'll die. The ORANGE line tracks cats that are counted as Firekin.

(Note: Sunbeam, Twigbranch, and Finleap were left off this list since they're not relevant atm)

Spiderleg, Toadstep, Hazeltail, Sorreltail are still alive in BB.

However, in exchange, Molewhisker, Brackenfur, and Thornclaw are dead.

Cinderheart is off on adventures with Fallenleaf, who went through a whole thing

Mousewhisker and Nightheart will probably end up in RiverClan by the end of ASC.

Rosepetal will probably end up dying somewhere near the end of ASC OR in the BB overhaul of Ivypool's Heart. She will likely be Squirrelstar's first deputy.

Fernsong is an ex-kittypet. His name was Fiddles.

Because of a change in who dies in The Battle of the True Eclipse, Sorrelstripe is named Duststripe.

Because Ferncloud is the one to confront Ashfur in the Dark Forest instead of Graystripe, Graypaw is named Fernpaw.

Squirrelflight is infertile and unable to have bio-kits. Bramblestar disowned his children with her when the secret was revealed, and had a litter with Jessy. Sparkpelt is not Firekin-- her mate was.

Ivypool and Dovewing were swapped for Spotfur and Duststripe to keep the Firekin family consistent.

Larksong and Hollytuft have been fused into the same cat; Hollylark.

Hollylark was a poorly understood magical being. Xeir death prompted xeir parents, Cinderheart and Fallenleaf, to go on their journey.

Eaglewing, Honeyfur, and Leafshade are in my back pocket in case I need them elsewhere.

Snowbush, Dewnose, and Ambermoon were surrogated for cats in other Clans, but I still haven't placed them yet. Icecloud, now born AFTER the Battle of the True Eclipse, is taking any relevant roles for them.

Duststripe had kittens with an unknown sire, invoking the Queen's Rights to do so. I haven't thought about who this secret father is.

SO, as you can see, this tree is already significantly less tangled than canon's. If I just went with Thriftear x Bayshine, their last common ancestor was a great-great-grandmother (Frostfur), making them third cousins. On the other side, they share a great-great-great-grandmother (Nutmeg), making them fourth cousins.

These are both so far removed that most people don't even actually know their 3rd and 4th cousins. This is more than distant enough to not trip Rule 1.

That said... no 💕I don't care for this coupling 💕They haven't even talked in canon I am simply going to veto it 💕

Personally I've always seen Bayshine and Thriftear as being gay, so I'm going to move ahead with that in mind because it's MY AU and I get to homo the sexuals.

OPTION 1: BAYSHINE REMAINS I simply swap out Thriftear for her brother, Flipclaw, making Moonpaw into a FlipBay kitten.

This is the most canon compliant fix I can make. This is probably what I'm going to settle on as a default, unless and until we learn more about Changing Skies. OR, of course, someone makes a convincing and juicy argument.

Thoughts;

This closely matches canon. They can't possibly throw a curveball at me that I can't fix with Thriftear lesbianism. YOUR MOVE, WORKING PARTNERS.

I need more MLM ships, I'm actually really lacking those, so this would be a good opportunity.

BB!Bayshine and BB!Flipclaw will actually have really nice chemistry. Flipclaw's a silly boy who's known as the one example of a Firekin cat who can't live up to the legacy (something that likely used to cause him to quibble with Nightheart, back in the day). Bayshine is kind of a worrywart who actually appreciates Flipclaw's sense of humor and prefers a mate who doesn't give him heart attacks via heroics.

I feel like that'll bounce nicely off Moonpaw as well, since she's probably going to have a very serious story attached. It'll be nice to just write her having very supportive parents who listen and care.

Plus with her parents being Mr. "Always Worried" and Mr. "Fire Failure," I don't have to worry too much about legacy or status while still keeping her a Firekin. These two guys don't have a lot of power to leverage to help her get the Clan to believe her, if I need to keep a plot point.

OPTION 2: THRIFTEAR REMAINS I do some tweaks to put her with Plumstone, making Moonpaw a PlumThrift kitten.

More of a tinker than a tweak, but something I'm at least considering. I've been outspoken about how much I like PlumThrift, so I absolutely want to make it canon to BB. That said, I do like the idea that the two of them just don't have kids. Not all mates HAVE to have kittens.

Plus, it would come with restrictions anyway becaauuuuseeeeee,

It trips Rule 2, the Two Kit Max.

If Shellfur and Fernstripe have kittens, which I HOPE they do because good lord Canon!TC needs it, I couldn't let PlumThrift Moonpaw go on to have successful kittens of her own. Blossomfall's kittens would start to take over ThunderClan.

This is especially strict in BB because there's no way in hell I'm not going to have Shellfur and Fernstripe have some kittens. So help me god, I will pull Leafshade, Honeyfur, and Eaglewing out of my back pocket.

Moonpaw not having kittens isn't a bad thing, though. I'd happily do it, it's just that I'm trying to anticipate canon throwing a curveball at me.

BB!Plumstone and BB!Thriftear would probably have a more strained dynamic to their daughter, which might match canon very well if the team goes for the angle of having Moonpaw resent how she's seen as very special.

Both moms are overachievers, and very ambitious warriors. Thriftear is Firekin and living up to that legacy, and Plumstone is probably gunning for one of the head positions in the Clan.

It's not that they're mean or bad to her, it's that they'd have high expectations which might cause friction. Again; depends on where canon goes with Moonpaw's story.

Honestly, knowing them and what they want out of their lives, I can kinda see Moonpaw being something they didn't plan. Like she was an abandoned kitten they found and felt like it was a sign from StarClan, or somehow one of them accidentally got pregnant.

Which could be super interesting, honestly.

Option 2 might end up revealing itself to fit better than Option 1, but I need to see what the arc has in store first.

OPTION 3: TOTAL PARENT CHANGE Moonpaw is given to a non-Firekin couple that could have kits

This is the biggest change, but one I'll do if it's an important plot point that she's NOT Firekin by canon's wahoo logic. I already killed the inconsistency with MY family tree fixes, but the writing team seems to only count Firekin down from Squirrelflight's biokids.

So if I have to comply with that for some reason, I'll shuffle her over to one of these two couples;

She could either become the daughter of Stormcloud and Cherryfall, OR Shellfur and Fernstripe.

StormCherry:

Stormcloud actually got a massive glowup in BB lmao

Cherryfall and Stormcloud were previously sort-of-courting, probably-dating, in a weird situationship sort of thing. Unofficial only because they never made it official.

If Moonpaw is their kid, she'd definitely be what makes it official.

I feel like Stormcloud is better suited to being the Mi, but Cherryfall would insist that she acts as it instead. And Stormcloud knows better than to argue with her, she's the most stubborn thing you've ever met.

She's a knucklehead. He's a gentle giant. I feel like they'd be fun as parents.

But also a bit more absent compared to the other options, which could be good if that's a plot point... but seems unlikely, considering Moonpaw was apparently named because her parents believe she's special.

This one's the MOST clean of any bloodline Moonpaw could be wriggled into. It would actually be super useful going forward honestly. StormCherry kits are compatible with all of the cats of the next generation except Firekin.

If Moonpaw has a ton of siblings I might put them all here just for that... but something tells me she's going to be a singlet tbh.

ShellFern:

I have a weird fondness for these two tbh. Can't explain it. I like grumpy assholes and their sweethearts.

It's super unlikely that these two don't get kittens of their own at some point, but it wouldn't be too big of a problem if I did shuffle Moonpaw in as their first child.

I would enjoy having a little window into their relationship, I used ShellFern for an example of what a post-Lake Aftergathering looks like once just because I like writing about them.

They wouldn't "get in the way" of the plot, either. Shellfur and Fernstripe are both pretty standard warriors, not super ambitious, they have hobbies but they're not reaching for a high status or anything.

If Moonpaw ends up being a little bit of a snarky character, it would be fun if she got that from papa Shellfur lmao.

Aaaand that's it! I don't rewrite arcs until they are done, and as of writing this, even ASC isn't totally completed yet! But there's the pre-emptive options for a fix that is definitely going to happen.

This poll isn't binding because I really need to see which of these options will FIT the best, but I'm curious,

[fallout-lou-begas]

my only friends who enjoy fallout are the DND group im in with the meatheads I went to highschool with in bumfuck idaho, and not to act like I'm the only person with thoughts in small town america, but this whole thing I'm about to say completely passed right over their heads so I gotta share it w you. This is not a no nuance take, and in fact just a thing I want to tell someone So, raiders are obviously a problem. Stupid for there to be all these dudes who serve as nameless cannon fodder, who seemingly outnumber everyone who actually farms and has a job. None of this is new to you. I have a thought to make the raiders of fallout work. In iron age celtic socieites, specifically in Ireland, there's this cultural Thing called a Fianna. There's a wikipedia article, but the gist is that it's hard to feed all the kids on the farm, and so sometimes freeborn young men (generally noble but not always) would leave home and form these mercenary-bandit-hunter-adventurer gangs. Effectively the basis for what would become vikings centuries later, and the DnD fantasy adventure party centuries after even that. But the economic thing of the Fianna was that they would raid other clans cattle, but sometimes be hired to fight other Fianna and enemy soldiers who were doing the same. they wandered the land whooping it up and either being a massive pain in everyones ass or a great asset to local people and armies depending on their disposition. You never really knew if these kids were going to rob you or help you find your lost sheep. I think that in a place of great scarcity like the wastelands, it is conceivable that semi nomadic, non Indigenous, non industrial societies might independently recreate this phenomenon out of necessity. what do you do with the kids that aren't going to inherit land or property, either due to being second born or because the parents are still alive? What do you do if you've got plenty of labor to complete your farm chores but it's a bit tight with these kids around? How do you keep the destructive aspects of puberty from causing critical damage to your farm since there's not a ton for young people to do to blow off steam? Makes sense for them to become raiders. and in this, they're only "raiders" in the sense that folks in the NCR or post war nationstates can't really differentiate between criminal gangs and these latter day Fianna. Sometimes these raiders are going to be helpful in hunting down wasteland megafauna that threatens a town, sometimes they just steal shit. for fun, for profit, whatever. and whatever they get in their wandering they end up bringing back to their villages to increase their status. Anyway, not looking to like, get this published or whatever, just have to get it out there

i hope you don't mind if i publish this anyway because i think you're cooking with this

[thedragonkween]

Hiii! I know I’m a bit late but I just wanted to say that I loved your Nuada HCs! Like literally made my heart melt they were so cute! 🩵

Anyway, I was wondering what kinds of activities you think he’d enjoy doing with his s/o. Personally, I see him as being very into nature (especially secluded wilderness uninhabited by humans) but I wanted to hear your thoughts! ⭐️

Do you see him as a dog or cat elf?

Would he be down to spend a lazy day in bed cuddling his partner?

What would he do for his partner during a holiday? :)

Hi! Thank you so much, I appreciate your words a lot 💜 I'm happy that there are many people who want to smooch our elf prince. 🧝 And sorry for the delay on this one!

Now, onto your questions!

Tags: Gender neutral Reader, headcanons, sfw, no warnings!

What kind of activity would Nuada enjoy doing with you?

I agree with you a lot on this one! From what I understood from the film, elves are tied with nature and share a deep connection with it. It would be natural (ha-ha) for him to want to spend time with you there! And of course, the more secluded from humans, the better. It doesn't necessarily have to be super tough hikes (although he would enjoy them and would have no difficulty conquering steep hills or getting lost in thick forests) - he understands that you may not be built for that and takes great pleasure even in taking a calm walk through the woods or a park.

Just imagine him walking next to you (so he can protect you if anything happens), telling you stories of the spirits who live in the wilderness, occasionally touching the bark of ancient oaks and beech trees with reverence while listening to them talk. You would have the privilege of knowing the language of the forest thanks to him. 🌳

Is he a dog or a cat elf?

I'm a bit torn on this one. I think he definitely has a soft spot for all kinds of animals (think of the scene where he slaughters the police officers, but leaves the dogs alive). I believe that he has great respect for all things relating to nature. That said, for the kind of life that he lives, I believe he could enjoy a dog companion that fights with him and accompanies him on his adventures! As for cats, I can see him having a horde of stray cats that live in his nest in the sewers, maybe cuddling up to him while he studies his next move or tinkers with his elvish technology. They just like spending time around him because he has a peaceful presence and spares them treats from time to time. In turn, the cats get rid of the rats, so it's a favorable deal for both parties.

Would he be down to spend a lazy day in bed cuddling his partner?

If he cared about you so much to consider you his partner, I believe there is little he wouldn't do for you! If you're feeling tired, are sick, or simply want to spend time with him away from the chaos of the human world, he would take you to his lair and cuddle you there, keeping you fully to himself. You could also convince him to spend time in your home, teaching him about human technology or entertainment to show him that humans are capable of creating something beautiful, and not just destruction.

What would he do for his partner during a holiday?

I think he would honor elvish tradition and give you gifts or partake in traditional elvish holiday festivities with you! His culture is sacred to him, and nothing would make him happier than sharing that part of him with you. He weaves flower crowns out of rare flowers for you, dances under the stars on summer nights and even has a weapon crafted for you, such as a small knife, in the event he is not there to protect you (although he never lets you out of his sight, if possible).

Of all human holidays, I bet he'd enjoy Halloween the most. Going around scaring humans? The fashion? Seeing you dressed as a mystical creature? He's all for it!

If you liked my writing, it would mean the world to me if you reblogged the post or left a comment. 🥰

[beepersteeper]

Depravity -- Astarion x Tav smut

“I swear the only thing on my mind is depraved caral lust." Astarion raises his hand as if reciting an oath.

“I'll see if I'm free later.” Tav responds curtly and continues to walk along the path. Astarions face flexes in shock, his upper lip curling to the confusion she'll see?? He thinks to himself unsure if she's playing hard to get or is trying to let him down gently. He snaps himself out of the thought and hurries after her catching up with the group.

The day's adventure was tense, a few close calls that were narrowly avoided. As the sun set everyone came back to camp though, no worse for wear for what it's worth. Tav quickly climbed out of her armor and laid herself on a long rock heaving breaths into her lungs, not caring about getting cleaned up immediately, just happy to be alive and in one piece. 

Astarion sits at his tent, trying to read a book, but not having success with Tav panting so close to him. He imagines her breathing raggedly under him only able to cry his name. I need to take a walk. He thinks to himself, feeling the pressure in his pants. He stands and puts his book away in his tent, allowing him a moment to hide his erection.

As he leaves his tent he notices that tav has sat up and is looking directly at him. Her face illuminated by the fire was enough for him to notice her wink and motion her head to the woods. His eyebrows raise surprised but his features quickly harden into seduction while he nods and begins to walk in the direction she noted.

They walk separately until they were out of sight. Once they were confident they wouldn't be seen, Tav walked slowly toward him. “So where are we going?" She asked.

“Follow me." He said, reaching his hand out for her to take. “I want to get further away from camp, wouldn't want the rest of camp to hear the dirty things I'm going to do to you." He almost growls. He can sense that she's blushing "as long as you're sure your schedule is clear.” He toys

“I wouldn't have come here if I wanted anything but." She takes his hand and is pulled into his body, becoming off balance at the force that he pulled her in with.

He catches her and wraps both of his arms around her torso, pressing her chest to his. Feeling her breathing quicken at his touch. Their eyes meet and there is nothing but desire shared in their stare. “Shall we?" His husky voice cuts through the silence. 

Tav nods and tries to move from the embrace.

“I didn't hear that, lover.”

Her eyebrows knit in the center of her face for a moment before responding "yes~” she said with a hint of submission on her tongue.

"That's better." He coos and loosens his arms enough that they continue to walk with an arm wrapped around each other's waists. Without warning he stops and pulls her into him again, and kisses her. His hands find purchase in her hair and at the small of her back.

She deepens the kiss, letting her tongue explore his dangerous mouth. Small moans transferring between their lips. Her hands caressing and grabbing desperately his chest and open shirt. 

His hand trails down  from her back to the curve of her bum. It's like my hands were made for this he thinks to himself feeling how well his hand falls onto her ass.

She claws at the ends of his shirt practically begging to take the shirt off of him to see his perfectly toned body. He moves to leave just enough space for her to remove it. With both of his hands removed from her he does the same, removing her shirt and bra revealing her breasts. He hadn't noticed how big they were, she always wore a baggy shirt or plate armor.  His sucks in a breath appreciating her perfect form before exhaling “I've been waiting for this all day" before returning his attention to her lips and slipping the tips of his fingers under the hem of her pants tracing the outline of her hip bones.

Her hands eagerly find the buttons on his pants and snaps them open without breaking their kiss. She slides the fabric down his thighs letting his fully erect dick escape and pumps her hand a few times across his length. He hisses at the freedom and his hips lean into her touch as he works his nimble fingers to untie her pants. They both frantically step out of the remainder of their clothes.

He was ready to lay both of their body's down when suddenly Tav was running her hands down his body trailing kisses along the way until she was kissing lines up the length of him. “Gods" he says on an inhale. “Fuck that's feels good." 

She locks her eyes with his as she returns pumping her hand over his length, spitting on it adding lubrication to her movements. When his eyes close to enjoy the sensation she takes his tight balls into her mouth.

"That's it” he inhales again darting his eyes down to watch her expertly tend to every part of his sex. “I knew you were eager to have me."

She hums a response and raises her brows sending a shiver through his body

“Don't get too carried away my love. We have all night” he pulls himself from her mouth with a wet pop. He kneels on the ground gently pushing her down into the tall grass "I didn't think that you could be more beautiful, but seeing you, on your knees… tsk i think that's the best sight I've ever seen.” He kisses the inside of her thigh "it's just a shame I'm going to utterly ruin you tonight.” 

She raises her knees allowing him total access to her body. And listening to the perfect words leaving his mouth. He presses a flat tongue on her asshole running it all the way through her heat stopping at her clit making fast hard circles, adding suction from his lips.

Tav presses her heels into the earth  and raises her hips to grind into the pleasure he is giving her. Groans escape her throat into the open night air. He pushes two fingers into her causing her to moan louder grabbing handfuls of his silver hair pulling him further into her.

Wet grunts come from Astarions mouth as he devours her cunt, needing to hear her fall apart. He straddles her leg and kisses her deeply, sharing her taste with her, pressing circles onto her mound, randomly dipping into her core.

Tav starts to squirm reaching for him, digging nails into his back, feeling the scars that she had seen days before. Pausing hoping that she didn't ruin a moment.

“Don't stop." He all but commands intensifying his attention to her clit.

She digs her nails in to gain purchase as her climax rockets through her and she starts to scream and pant his name. Locking her thighs around his waist

He wraps his hand into her hair gripping tight enough to make her moan, but soft enough to let her enjoy it.  He pulls her closer to him forcing his cock  inside of her feeling the incredible slickness he has earned. Tenderly exploring every inch of her slowly at first making sure that she is okay with what's happening. He grabs her legs, kissing her ankles before putting them over his shoulders pushing himself further and further into her, earning loud desperate cries from her as she digs her fingers into the earth.

After feeling confident that she is properly prepared for him to amp up his efforts he grabs her ankles and throws them to the side flipping her onto her knees without removing himself. 

She moans in approval arching her back, opening herself more for him. “Gods, YES, Astarion.” she moans his name the loudest. 

He growls pushing all of himself into her grabbing her waist pushing her chest into the ground and not slowing down. Sounds of wet slapping fill the night air only muted by their moans.

She started chanting “yes” over and over rocking her hips into him her body begging him to make her cum.

"fuck” he moans a whisper feeling her tighten around him, her body preparing for her orgasm. "I know you're going to cum.” He states through his broken breaths." I want your  cum darling.”

She rocks back another few times until she does it the last time, when he rocked forward meeting his hips with hers. She almost crumbled to the ground if not for his grip on her waist. She shudders and moans feeling her excitement escape her body through her core and flowing out from where their bodies meet. “don't stop!” She demands with a hiss. 

He continues to fuck her through her orgasm until he feels her body go limp. He withdrawals his hard cock and rubbed it through her folds eliciting more moans from Tav.

She rolls herself over, first watching him running his cock through his fist then looking at his face. Astarion has his eyes closed, trying to cement a memory is a good sexual experience. Willing it to rewrite his past with sex. Wanting this to be all he's known of sex. Two people enthusiastic to share the intimate parts of themselves. His thoughts are interrupted by a soft force on his chest and a momentum pushing him to the ground. He opens his eyes to watch Tav crawling on top of him as he catches himself on his forearms. 

She put her hand gently on his chest and pushed him back while his eyes were closed. He always calculates everything he does. She thinks to herself feeling the need to surprise him. She crawls on top of his beautiful body and leans down to kiss him. As their lips were about to touch she moved to kiss his neck and began to grind her wet cunt across his dick without taking him in yet. She listens to the chorus of his desperate moans. She rights herself and grinds faster. 

Astarion puts his hands on either thigh guiding her across his length. He digs his nails into her warm flesh when she slips herself over the head of his dick. “Godsdamn it." He swears as she takes more of him each time she bounces on his lap. Lowering herself slowly, swallowing his entire length. His eyes roll back in his head letting her take control. Letting her please him. Letting himself be in this moment. Feeling his legs and body in the grass, his hands on her warm skin, the dampness at his core, the breeze blowing through his hair. But most of all feeling Tav's enthusiasm in her movements, knowing that she wanted to be here in the moment with him.

He feels a tension begin to build, he trains his eyes onto her face as he moans that he's close, “gods you're going to make me cum darling." He clutches onto her ass feeling her resolve strengthen 

“Good." She growls and steadies herself with her hands at either side of his head, her hair hanging close to his face as she drives herself up and down his cock. “please cum for me!” She begs practically screaming her wish.

He pulls her body down on him as he feels his seed release into her. 

She restarts Raising and lowering her hips slowly milking every drop of his spend into her. His body twitching with every shot of cum.

His softening cock slips from her while she lay on his chest in a heap, her limbs betraying her. They both shiver at the overwhelming sensation of movement on their sensitive nerves. They giggle together and cuddle for a while before getting redressed and walking back to camp separately, like they left.

[gorbalsvampire]

V:tM at the Movies: a film rec list

THE UR–EXAMPLES

The Hunger is about as close to the Platonic ideal of Vampire: the Masquerade as you can get. Nightclubs! Gratuitous Bauhaus! Lesbian kiss! The aesthetic is spot on: it looks and feels like early Vampire art, or rather early Vampire art looks and feels like this film. V:tM may have come out in 1991 but it's rooted firmly in the 1980s and the vampire chic this film defined. The Hunger will dump the vibe of the game right between the eyes and it's as close as I dare come to "must-watch."

V:tM's Gehenna concept is heavily mirrored/inspired by the novel Queen of the Damned, which was filmed around the time Gehenna was actually happening and the line was coming to a close. The Hunger defines where V:tM came from, all Eighties post-punk writhing - this chuggy post-industrial apocalypse-glam perfectly sums up where it's going.

Although they have no real connection to each other besides parallel evolution, Night Teeth absolutely nails the "rival conspiracies" energy of Hunter: the Reckoning and Vampire: the Masquerade, as well as the burnout, the irony, the neon and the party-at-the-end-of-the-world vibe of V5. It is a perfect fifth edition Vampire movie and it must drive Paradox mad that it had nothing to do with them or their IP.

THE META TAKE

Shadow of the Vampire is about a vampire playing a vampire in the first vampire movie ever made. In a weird way I think that's perfect for the sense of the Masquerade, hiding in plain sight, preying on the worst instincts of humanity and encouraging them to let you get away with all the awful things you want to do. In microcosm, it's the perfect analogy for the "vampires secretly run society" vibe.

YOUR FLAVOUR OF BASTARD

Depending on what type of vampire you want to be (and I'm going with V5's categories here), I recommend at least one of the following:

Thinbloods lend themselves well to the What We Do In The Shadows conceit of vampire flatmates (or The Carmilla Movie, I guess, but I haven't seen that one). They're millennial vampires; all the power and resources are concentrated in the hands of previous generations, so they pretty much have to bind together and find something else to enjoy in life, 'cause they're never going to be powerful in the conventional sense. Thinblood games are low power, a bit domestic, and often the closest to "normal life but we happen to be vampires and bigger vampires try to kick our heads in occasionally."

Neonates are your classic Gen X eighties/nineties vampire movie - The Lost Boys. Still weak enough that they're better off standing together, strong enough that they can afford to be a bit cocky around humans. Probably share a sire, mentor, authority figure of some sort and should probably be working on his agenda once they've finished prowling the boardwalks and clubland at night. They're a step further removed from society, but they can pretend to be human for an hour or two if they really try. Also, this is the other one that was in the air and influential when V:tM first came to be - along with The Hunger, I'd recommend it as the closest to a must-watch.

Ancillae (the upper reaches of age and power offered by the V5 corebook) are more your Interview With The Vampire  kind of deal. You've lived a long life, your adventuring days are behind you, and now you're something of a mover and a shaker - you're probably permitted or at least not prevented from siring and you're looking to give someone the choice you never had. Modernity gives you a headache but at least you can work a smartphone four times out of five. Ancillae games are a nice balance between "you're powerful" and "you still have to answer to someone".

If you're extending into Elder territory, settle down with a small glass of something and enjoy one of my favourite films ever, Only Lovers Left Alive. It's a slow story, and not a lot happens, but that's elders for you. They become introverted. They fall into a groove. They keep to each others' company. It's beautiful and haunting until some clueless childe comes along and screws it all up for them and they have to admit what they really are.

Want to figure out the Sabbat? Watch 30 Days of Night and thank me later. The vampires there are getting away with something horrible because they've fallen through the cracks in the world. They act alpha-predator but they still live on the fringe or civilisation, the little savages. (I am told that Near Dark is basically Sabbat: the Movie, but I haven't seen it, so I'm going to have to take that on trust.)

REFLEXIVE ACTION

It would be deeply remiss of me not to talk about Underworld, the film series transparently inspired by V:tM,.to the point where White Wolf as was took the producers of the original to court over it. Underworld reflects V:tM at its most "gamery" – all custom weapons, trenchcoats and corsets, fighting werewolves in the dark, flashing back to the Middle/Dark Ages and preoccupied with impenetrable why-does-this-matter world-building. It sits at the end of that unfortunate tendency toward Desert Eagles, katanas, Dragonsbreath rounds and C4 appearing on every character sheet that found its way into V:tM's DNA from Shadowrun, along with the penchant for double handfuls of d10s and wearing sunglasses indoors. I dislike that sort of game and I'm not mad keen on Underworld either, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit that this sort of thing is also peak Vampire.

WAIT, THIS ISN'T VAMPIRES!

V:tM is synonymous with politics and backstabbing, and there isn't in my opinion a vampire movie that really hits that. Thing is, Rein-Hagen also loves Mafia movie and cites them as an influence. Vampires exist as organised criminals, after all, and the concept of omerta is atomic to that of the Masquerade. This is why, to grasp how a Prince or Baron holds court and influences people, you really should just sit down and watch The Godfather. Pretty basic recommendation, granted, but I don't know if anyone else is here for my "Guy Ritchie's V:tM" style of action storytelling...

YOUR OWN PERSONAL JESUS TASTE

What are your top three movies? Why? That'll give you an idea of what you, as Storyteller, are most interested in running. Now grab some friends and ask them the same question. Wherever you find an overlap in your tastes, that's something that's worth focusing on in your actual game. Try to make sure there's a couple of vampire-themed answers in there, but also something else, because "being a vampire" in and of itself doesn't make a story (unless it's a quiet, short one like Only Lovers Left Alive, but that's a one-off, not a chronicle). 

People often expect an RPG to come ready-made and ready-to-go ("We're playing the Lost Mines of Phandelver") and Vampire, at its best, is a bit more bespoke. Asking players about their taste in media is one way to start that tailoring process, making your V:tM something a bit different from everyone else's and getting into that transformative stuff that makes RPGs so gosh-darn amazing.

Mine, discounting the one I've already gushed about up the line, are a nebulous "pick one from Guy Ritchie's early career" and Franklyn. My games run on generally have a couple of seemingly indestructible SPCs nobody likes and a dark secret that can absolutely take them down, someone WILL have an impenetrable regional accent, but there's also a layer of exaggerated Gothickry over everything, neuratypical characters will perceive the world very differently, vengeance and trauma will drive the major players and love may conquer all but you'll have to lose a lot to get there. None of this is essential to V:tM but it's what makes my V:tM different from A. N. Other Storyteller's.

[zetchrr]

BG3 Tav Backstory Bash

This is a challenge to help people flesh out their Tav’s backstory by exploring their past. It is organized into four sections with seven prompts. You can treat this as a monthly challenge or a general project. You can write headcanons, fics, or share art based on the prompts! You can interpret the prompts however you want. If you want to share use the tag #bg3backstorybash

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Baby

Parents: So, Ka'zalii has no knowledge of who laid his egg and he's not really interested at this point in his life. His parent is still alive, raiding on the other side of the astral, a sorcerer who got entangled with abberant magic years ago.

He is the spitting image of Ka'zalii, if they did ever meet, they'd know instantly they were related. Birth: Straightforward egg hatching, on time, chomped and clawed his way out with no problems. First word: Knowing githyanki, probably a swear or a battlecry. Overheard from a raider arguing with the varsh or something probably. It's a marker of strength in your alien toddlers when they start swearing. When they first walked: I get the impression with githyanki that they're getting around by themselves pretty quickly. With how big those eggs are when they're about to hatch, they're strong enough to get moving straight away. So, his first little wobble around was under the encouragement of the varsh to throw themselves at each other and get clawing. Tantrum: I'm using my own toddler as a gauge for this because I picture Ka'zalii being similar. Chill as fuck most of the time, but explosive when a tantrum happens. Thankfully, this is before any magic manifests but still, tiny ball of frog rage over something so trivial. First sickness: It's more likely an injury than a sickness I think and probably a bite from a clutchmate. Thunderstorm: Immediately loves them, absolutely mesmerized by them. Not that his creche experienced them on its asteroid, but they can see them on the planet below and feel the atmosphere of them.

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Childhood:

Friends: There were two clutchmates he got close to early on, but the sa'varsh put a stop to that very quickly. Sabotaged their friendship quite expertly and encouraged them to fight each other often. Ka'zalii ended up in a fight to the death with one of them not long after. One of them still lives as a m'lar in Tu'narath. Siblings: He has one sibling from the same parent, but neither of them know they're related. They're called Vel, a psionic warrior. Currently off on their own insane adventure. If they ever reunite, they'll both have endless stories to tell. Getting into trouble: Frequently. When his wild magic manifests, he's causing chaos accidentally quite a lot. Undisciplined and volatile magic that his sa'varsh takes as a personal slight.

There's a few instances of sneaking around the creche and getting into rooms he's not supposed to be in too. This ends up being how he finds out he's fated for the next culling. Games: He learns card games and dice games from the older gith when he's a bit older. When he's small, games mostly consist of wrestling and fighting with clutch mates. Learning something new: Swordsmanship, his magic manifesting and learning to combine the two in battle. He took to his magic much faster than a blade, but while swordplay could be controlled and disciplined, his magic was definitely not. Trauma: The events that are the most vivid in his memory involve his magic. His magic being wild meant it was out of control often and undisciplined. His sa'varsh treated this as deliberate defiance and punished him for it. The scars on his back are the only scars he'd be rid of if he could. Obviously, this did nothing to help him learn to direct the surges, it just taught him to anxiously avoid using spells as much as possible.

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Teenager:

First love: Aside from a bit of experimenting and post battle relief, the first real connection he had to anyone was to Zeth. A ranger around his age, met after leaving his creche. They're still inseparable and when Ka'zalii becomes kith'rak, Zeth serves under him (huhuhu) as sarth and skilled assassin. Rebellion: Goes without saying really. Small acts of defiance throughout his teenage years unfortunately got him noticed as a problem. Such as sneaking into rooms with various records and going through them. His name ended up on the list for the next culling, leading to his departure. He was recruited to the Sha'sal Khou not long after leaving his creche. Running away: Ran away from his creche at around 17. His name was recommended for the next culling, the final push needed to persuade him to leave. He spent a few years assuming he was being pursued and didn't stay put for long. It led to his recruitment and meeting people who would become extremely important connections over the years. Reckless behaviour: So much so. Whether it's a side effect of his wild magic, or simply his nature, he never could quite decide. But he gave into the impulses often and with wild abandon. (He still does, much to the dismay of everyone around him, except Dahlia.) The time away from his creche, on the planet it orbited, were treated as opportunities to just unleash all that pent up stress and fling spells without fear of consequences. For the most part. Anything dangerous, with small odds of success, he was drawn towards. Peer pressure: There was a lot of pressure from his instructors, from the older warriors and from his clutch mates to gain control of his magic. It had the opposite effect if anything, you can't beat the wild magic out of someone, despite his sa'varsh's efforts. Growing pains: He ended up being 6'1" by the time he stopped growing, so he had plenty of this. Not that it was really acknowledged, endure and bear it like any good githyanki should. You take growing pains to a ghustil, you get laughed out the door. Taking responsibility: From an outside perspective, he took responsibility for his own life fairly early on, after leaving his creche. But from his point of view, he ran away from his responsibility to follow the path chosen for him. Instead of forcing his magic into cooperation, he failed and chose to evade his own death. Eventually, he views his departure as something he had to do to survive, but it takes him years to get to that point.

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Adulthood: Their "first time": Some time after leaving his creche, he ends up with an astral pirate crew and stays with them for a while. He ends up in a bit of a thing with the captain, who likely takes advantage of his desperate situation a bit. It isn't long before he finds a better place among a mercenary crew of kin. Serious relationships: I went into this a bit before, but Zeth is his first 'serious' relationship, as serious as gith get. Then it's an open relationship with each other and others as flings and post battle relief, until he meets Lae'zel. They start out as a fling, until not long after the second time they sleep together, he looks at her and has an oh fuck moment. He is catching feelings and that's bad. Keeps it as quiet as possible, but is not subtle at all, the others notice immediately. Cue relentless innuendos from Astarion and Shadowheart and endless encouragement from Karlach. Then the act 2 romance scene happens, dramatic duel where he gets absolutely flattened and loves every damn second of it. He worships the ground she walks on, he'd follow her anywhere. Work: There are some short lived piracy and mercenary jobs while he finds his feet. Then he gets recruited by the Sha'sal Khou and dedicates himself to it completely. Spy work, sabotage, the odd bit of assassination, disguises, eventually awarded the title of kith'rak and has his own little outpost and circle of kin he trusts utterly. Leaving home: He left his creche while he was still a teen, but it affected him for many years after. He doesn't really start confronting it until his time on Faerun and the whole netherbrain ordeal. Wyll is the one to break through the githyanki exterior and get some stories out of him and when Shadowheart shares her wolf memory, he shares one of his own memories in return. Aging: Age is a weird one for him. He's spent a lot of time on the astral plane, so he only counts the time he spends on the material. By the time the netherbrain is defeated, that amounts to around 28/29 years. But it has been 248 years since his hatching on the asteroid his creche exists on. Finding your place: The Sha'sal Khou was the first real purpose he felt he belonged to, but he refuses to think about how much of that was recruitment tactics. They got him when he was young, vulnerable, essentially homeless, easy target. He starts to question his place and the goals of his organization after becoming aware of the teachings of Orpheus and especially after actually meeting him. Lae'zel's conviction helps him analyse things a bit more closely, I imagine they had many a late night discussion in camp about it all. He confides in her often in the end. Eventually, he does defect to Orpheus' rebels, envisioning a civil war coming after Vlaakith's demise. There's also the couple of AUs for this version of events with Dahlia (@corvitine) being a catalyst in one timeline and Vanquish (@des-no9) being the catalyst in another. Starting a family/found family: Found family first of all. He doesn't realize this, but he has a lot of people around him that he should rely on. His inner circle that follow him to the rebels when he leaves: Zeth, Ka'a'dith, Ralith. The friends he makes in Faerun, all of the companions, they all keep in touch with each other I like to think. I also hc he goes back to Y'llek to get Varrl out of there, whether they have a sibling relationship or not, I haven't explored yet. He and Lae raise Xan and he has two eggs himself afterwards. In the Dahlia timeline, he ends up with a huge extended family from her, they end up with a sibling relationship and are absolute menaces together. They are the perfect reckless jigsaw pieces to each other. In Vanquish's timeline, he ends up with Lae a bit later, but he clicks with Van so quickly. They are also a nightmare together for anyone around them and it's great. ───────────────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.─────────────────

[daisybianca]

pairing: mick schumacher x femalereader

summary: a night out with your boyfriend, mick schumacher

warnings: none, just fluff

MICK RELUCTANTLY AGREED to your suggestion of going to see the latest Marvel film, and although he's not really into superhero movies, you can tell he's excited to spend some quality time with you.

As you arrive at the cinema, you notice the place is already packed, but you can't help but feel giddy with anticipation.

You started dating a few weeks ago, but you both felt like you have known each other for an eternity.

You hand Mick your ticket, and he takes your hand as he leads you inside. The place is already buzzing with activity, but you can't help but feel like you're in your own little world as you take your seats.

The opening credits roll, and you lean in closer to Mick, unable to resist the urge to hold his warm hand.

He looks at you with a small smile, and for a moment you both forget about the film and the people around you. The silence is heavy, but in a way that feels effortless and comforting.

As the film continues, you're consumed by the action on the screen, but it's the feel of Mick's hand in yours that really has your attention. You can't help but wonder what he's thinking as he keeps stealing little glances your way.

At one point, he leans in closer and whispers something in your ear that makes you laugh. You try to focus on the film, but he keeps making you smile with his witty comments and playful antics.

The tension between you mounts, and you can't help but feel how alive he makes you feel in the midst of all this.

For a moment, you think about how lucky you are to have him in your life. How lucky you are to have found someone who makes you feel this way. You look up at him, and he meets your gaze with a small grin. You both know that this night is about more than just a movie.

As the credits roll, you feel a surge of adrenaline as you both rush out of the cinema, eager to continue the night together.

After exiting the cinema, you and Mick continue holding hands as you make your way to a nearby coffee shop. The place is bustling with people, but you feel like it's just the two of you in this moment.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" Mick asks, still grinning.

You nod, unable to stop smiling. "It was amazing. I'm so glad we did this."

Mick's eyes meet yours, and for a moment, everything else fades away. You can feel the tension between you, and you both know what's coming next.

"I was thinking... maybe we could go back to my place?" Mick suggest, his eyes locked on yours.

You nod, feeling your heartbeat quickened. "Yes, let's go. I don't want this night to end."

As you both make your way to Mick's car, people mutter "Aww" at the sight of you two holding hands. You both laugh it off, feeling a sense of closeness and intimacy that you've never experienced before.

You just start to realize that people come to know you because of your boyfriend. It doesn't really bother you.

As you drive off into the night, you know that this is just the beginning of the many adventures you'll share together.

You're excited for what the future holds, knowing that as long as you have each other, everything will be okay.

[vintagelacerosette]

💖Tag o’clock🩷

I was tagged by the most precious bunch of starlights

Ice @spookygingerr Jade @jademickian Georgia @iansw0rld

Sarah @sleepyheadgallavich Willow @ian-galagher Evie @energievie

Face @burninface Nosho @creepkinginc Becki @francesrose3

Thanksss 😘💕

I was a lil late bc I was making my first gif!!

Favourite nickname someone gave you:

One by @svltburn I've never been someone's beloved before, but it's our petnames.

I legit felt heart in my eyes & danced around when I was first called that by him. 🩷

And then my dad giving me the nickname Ani-myn bc my name is pronounced as Main even tho spelt as Myn. So that nickname makes it sounds like anime haha

Favourite thing in your room/house: I've put up a small whiteboard on the back of my door which is use for gratitude/manifesting wishes. There's pics of family/friends & I've made something I'm manifesting for this year hehe✨️

Pretty proud of these edits hahaha

Your favourite thing about a friend/partner/family member: My best friend is bold & adventurous & she brings it out of me too! We just egg each other on & I never feel any shame will her I can be my truest self & I love heeer 🥰

What is something you’re grateful for today?: Amazing workmates we spent the last 15 min just goofing off then my other coworker dropped me off the the train station & I was able to catch an earlier bus home 🥰

What’s your favourite thing about this fandom?: How friendly, creative & encouraging everyone is!!! Y'all are my first fandom & my first online family I have felt like

if one song could describe your day today, what would it be?:

Felt like a contemplative kind of day

finally let’s spread some love: pick one of your pocket pals and tell them something you admire about them:

Sorry couldn't pick one I love y'all <3

@lingy910y my sweet friend who is incredibly talented in both art & writing! I was extremely touched that you reached out to me to collab on gallacrafts & I love how our art came together. Definitely one of my fave ppl to collab creativity will & I am excited to see more art that you'll share!!

@look-i-love-u Vey you absolutely gem of a friend I adore our DM sharing literally warms my heart 🥰 You an amazing writer & how wonderful you are at being one of the mods of galladrabbles 👏

@deathclassic Molllyyy you are such a sensational artist & writer. You're an absolute badass & I admire you so much ✨️

@jademickian an fantastic poet & a delight to see on my notifications. You make me smile 🥰

@darthvaders-wife Such a lovely person & a talented artist that inspires me all the time 💖 I love commissioning you!! You bring my dream art alive & I high recommend if anyone wants beautiful art!!

@mikhailoisbaby my man Harveeeeyyy you sweetpea I love ya & seeing your art evolve has been an absolute pleasure 😍

I'll tag these dearhearts if the wanna play & anyone else is welcome to join!!

@lupeloto @look-i-love-u @mikhailoisbaby @7x10mickey @mmmichyyy @suzy-queued @callivich @howlinchickhowl @too-schoolforcool @blue-disco-lights @wehangout @darlingian @ms-moonlight-inn @andthatisnotfake @mickittotheman @depressedstressedlemonzest @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @heymacy @michellemisfit @deedala @whatwouldmickeydo @sam-loves-seb @mickeym4ndy @notherenewjersey @crossmydna

[lorkai]

･゜ﾟ A/N: The ending was kind of rushed but that idea hadn't left my head since Nightbringer came out so I had to write it. All the turmoil, all the fear Mc felt being sent back in time, waking up and knowing that no one remembers them but they remember everyone??? Lots of potential for angst 🥹☕

*･゜ﾟ Warning: Gn!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, this can be read as platonic or romantic

You are no longer their friend, you are no longer their lover. And worst of all, you are no longer a family member to them, everything you went through with them, all the shared stories that were the reasons for your tears and smiles, none of that has a meaning now. Because to them you are just a stranger, just the attendant who is there to help them.

Nothing more and nothing less.

And it hurts. It hurts when Lucifer kicks you out of his office because you aren't close enough for him to hear you or when you're not greeted by an enthusiastic Mammon who's about to drag you off on some silly adventure, it hurts when Levi doesn't chatter about anime he's seen and how he craves your company. It hurts when Satan doesn't look at you like he used to, with love and care, soft. It hurts even more when Asmo kicks you out of his room instead of inviting you in and telling stories from the Celestial Realm time while the two of you skin care each other, or the way Beel doesn't hug you the way he used to, and even the naps with Belphie and the constellation talk aren't what they used to be.

Tears flow freely down your eyes without you noticing. Nothing is like before and you are mourning people who are still alive, people who are by your side almost every day. Small sobs leave your throat, but you control yourself well enough for the sound not to echo through the kitchen.

You have to endure this, you have to be strong. But you can't, not now.

The pact marks on your body were transparent, still and cold, so different from the warmth and good feeling they had on your skin. And the thought that you and the brothers were once really a family seems so far away now, almost like a dream.

"Mc..." A soft voice sounds from behind you, as wistful as you feel.

He knows, of course he knows the pain that consumes you every day and you don't expect him to come to you to comfort you, you turn and throw yourself into his arms, hugging him as tight as you can. You need to know that this is real, that he is real.

And Solomon holds you gently, holds you when you scream and cry against his chest, he holds you as you spill the words that were stuck in your throat. No words he could utter would be good enough to assuage the pain that resides in your heart, nor could he understand the pain of losing such important people. He himself said that he was alone for a long time.

But you forget one thing.

"I'm here for you, Mc." Solomon reminds you, voice soft as he rubs circles on your back with one hand and wipes your tear with the other hand. There's a kind of urgency in his eyes as if he doesn't know if this will offer the comfort you need, but it does.

The warmth and soft scent of him are reminders that all of this is happening, but at least someone is there for you. He is there for you, Solomon is there by your side every morning, to protect you, to stand by you and to help you, especially help you to bear this giant weight that the world has thrown on your shoulders again.

"I am here." He whispered between the conjecture of your neck and shoulder, blowing raspberries against your skin to hear you chuckle softly. "Share your burdens with me more often, Mc. We can take this together, two pairs of hands are stronger than one."

You nodded, tired. All this turmoil of feelings made you want to lie down on the kitchen floor and sleep there in the fetal position, just like you and Belphie once did. And the memory made you laugh, especially when Lucifer failed to wake you up and decided it was best to just cover for you.

"Thanks, Solly." You hugged him again and buried your face in his chest, a mere contact was enough to relieve the pressure you had carried with you for an entire week and you looked at him with sparkling eyes as if he was the most precious thing to you. "Thank you for coming after me and for being by my side."

He flicked your forehead, barely suppressing the laughter in his expression. "All for my dearest apprentice. Now come on, Simeon has made some delicious cakes and I want to eat them with you."

Solomon dragged you out of your room and into the living room and there, he didn't give you a second to worry or overthink things. And you thanked him for it, for a moment you were almost back home and any moment everyone else would walk through that door. Except they wouldn't, but that was okay because you would find a way to get back home on your own.

And it was with that in mind that you went to sleep with a new determination rising in you.

[dukeoftheblackstar]

got any plo koon fic recs? looking for some new stuff that's good. one shots and long fics welcome! I'll take anything i can get

Shamelessly promoting my own:

Dom!Plo ask by yours truly, submitted by the lovely @mild-disorganization

Some tired dad!Plo headcanons maybe?

And for some that I have read and adored:

Plo Koon Masterlist by @my-head-is-an-animal (Mixed)

Thigh Kink with Plo by @saradika (NSFW)

Not a fic, but hella spice by @saradika (SFW & NSFW)

Friendship - Plo Koon & Wolffe by @wild-karrde (SFW)

PloKit Art (their entire blog) by @uiro-mgmg1 (NSFW - mostly art)

SFW & NSFW Alphabets for Plo by @samspenandsword

My favorite ♥:

Sovereign (PloKit, idk if you're into it, but I am) by @tits-fisto (NSFW but very wholesome)

The Tiniest Councilor by Quiet_Shadow (SFW)

Name and Soul by @decepticonsensual (SFW)

Haven't read but is on queue when I have the mood and will power to actually read and not thirst for our Kel Dor Emperor ♥

of claws and tusks by my bestiecakes ♥ @saengak <- Apparently, it's hella angsty and I reserve the angst for weekend when I'm not out here thirsting for this King.

in deditionem by my bestiecakes ♥ @saengak <- I've seen them write ♥, it makes me squeeeeeeee ♥

Helium by @cynderiaopus who also made my current bomb AF pfp of Plo steepling ♥

Other materials and interesting read:

@exosorcery has very interesting comics and posts about Kel Dors in general. Here's one specific of Plo Koon:

A few faves from them:

@veny-many for their AUs and Plo Koon & Wolfpack Art (also includes others) <- Presenting you the bebbis ♥

My faves:

The entire post AU 66 where Plo lives is a quintessential to any post AU 66 imho because I'm heavily invested in this and I'm about to cry because I need to organize my bookmarks (and update this) so I can give you the proper start to fin link.

I'd post more from @veny-many and @exosorcery, but if you spend a good 10 minutes scrolling, you'll be there forever. Quality art content!

You may also want to check World building and ConLang Kel Dor study, apart from their OC x Plo Koon art. Big thanks for this neat document by @plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows

[[ @plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows I hope it's okay to share. If not, I can take it down ♥ ]]

So far just these at the top of my head. Thank you for the Plo-related ask :D! I enjoyed sifting through my bookmarks ♥

Don't forget to give love and reblog, comment, follow these amazing people who do so much for the Plo Koon, Dorin, Kel Dor tags ♥

[cultven]

Whumptober Day 4 - Hallucinations

"You're still alive in my head."

Hannigram, Mizumono AU

Content: Hannibal longing, mind palaces, set during the end of Mizumono before Hannibal flees

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Mizumono :(

a/n: This is my official beginning of Whumptober! I only wrote for specific days/prompts due to a lack of writing time, but I'm trying! Enjoy.

Soft vibrations of laughter fill the air paired with the sweet scent of pine. It was a beautiful image, of a daughter and her fathers relishing in peace together. The air was free of uncertainty and edge for the first time in their relationships. Will was sitting to the right of the head chair, nursing his black coffee. Will silently thanked his lover as he retrieved Will’s dirty plate from the table. They share a small kiss that lands right on Hannibal’s pronounced cheekbone. Everything was perfect. This is what Hannibal has worked towards for the past few months. This was his intended design. 

Abigail sat across from Will, listening to the birds tweet and call for their companions. Her fingers danced along the underside of the table, feeling the sharp wooden edges. A stray splinter snags her finger, marking it with blood. Instinctively, Abigail’s finger reaches her mouth where she sucks on the small wound. 

“Abigail, are you alright?” Hannibal noticed his daughter’s disarray while moving towards the kitchen, dishes in hand. He saunters over to inspect the wound but Abigail simply tucks her hands into her sleeve. 

“I’m okay.” She turned her head at him, big blue doe eyes staring at him in delight. A soft smile adorns her lips, easing the worry. “Don’t worry about me, dad.” Hannibal only nods and heads back to the kitchen. Dad. What a beautifully dependent-sounding word. He was her father in a way. He protected her from a world that wanted to break her down and frame her for her original father’s wrongdoings. The world set all the rules against her, it wasn’t her fault she had to learn how to conform to the game. Her wound was mildly concerning, however. It opened a deep pit in Hannibal’s gut. For all of the gruesome images he’s seen in his days, that seemed to be the most bothersome picture in a while. Their life here was perfect, no one’s fingers should be tainted with blood. 

Nevertheless, Hannibal unpractically shrugged off the occurrence and decided to focus on the present. Hannibal, his love, and their adopted daughter were currently residing in a small cabin in the woods. Not out of necessity, but out of a need to be away from the city for a while. Will got to fish, Abigail got to learn, and Hannibal got to be unapologetically himself. For the first time in a long while Hannibal felt secure, away from prying eyes. 

As Hannibal’s hands scrubbed away at the dishes he felt a presence behind him. He needn’t turn to know it was Will, casually strolling behind him and locking Hannibal’s waist in his embrace. “Thank you for bringing us here, Hannibal.” Will’s nose nuzzles into the nape of Hannibal’s neck. “It’s beautiful; our life here.” A warmth in Hannibal’s chest grew, and Will’s appreciation went a long way. 

“I’m pleased to see you are finding yourself comfortable here, dear Will.” As Hannibal continued to work on the dishes the water from the faucet began to burn and boil. It was strange, a jump in temperature from perfectly warm to scalding. Hannibal turned off the water, assuming the water tank was acting up. He turns around in Will’s embrace to capture his love’s face in his damp hands. “How about you and Abigail go get ready for today’s fishing adventure? I will finish up here shortly.”

Will leaned into Hannibal’s warm hands, not minding the dampness. “You’re sure? I don’t mind helping.” Hannibal only smiles. 

“I am sure.” And with a peck on the cheek, Will Graham leaves to go into their shared bedroom. Hannibal resumed the dishes, but ultimately moved to another task since the water seemed to not cool down. If anything, it was becoming increasingly hotter. Hannibal hummed a melody he produced not long ago as he swept away the crumbs leftover from their breakfast. While sweeping he noticed something on the table, a small curved blade. It was sitting alone in front of Will’s chair. Hannibal reached over to feel the wood, smooth and excellently crafted. Someone put much thought into carving this knife. Its blade was smooth and curved, sharp to the touch. Perhaps it was Will’s for fishing, although Hannibal had never seen him use such a knife in his craft. 

Deciding he’d return it to Will anyway, to see if it was his, Hannibal grabbed a long black coat and headed out the backdoor towards their lake. Upon arrival Hannibal became increasingly confused, the boat was not on their lake, nor the shore. Where could it have gone? “Will?” Hannibal called out into the forest and lake. Nothing. Becoming increasingly bothered, Hannibal felt something thick and warm coat his hand. Looking down he saw dark crimson blood coating his hand and the curved knife. Could it have been Hannibal’s? No, he doesn’t feel pain anywhere. 

This was all so confusing, he felt as if he was now the one with encephalitis. Hannibal calmly sped walk to the kitchen, suddenly feeling the need to have a glass of water, but what he tripped on upon arrival made everything clear. 

He didn’t deserve this haven. Of course not. He knows now why this was happening; he killed his love and their adopted daughter that night. They never left, he made sure they couldn’t. The one person in the entirety of the world who was able to peer into his soul and carve a hole into it for himself lay here on the tiled floor, gutted and gone. The meat would surely go bad if Hannibal did not react soon, but Hannibal did not care for this meat. He wanted to consume Will more than anyone, yes, but not in this way. He wanted every bit of Will, his brain riddled with intelligence and sickness, his soul marked with Hannibal’s relentless abuse, and his body was only a mere fraction of Will’s beauty. No meal could ever compare, not even ambrosia in Greek Mythology. Hannibal’s meal was spoiled on the floor, even before his love’s body began to rot. 

As Hannibal stood with uncertainty, reality dawned and he realized he must flee. Leave the life he yearned for lying on the ground, waiting to be sewn together again. But Will never would be. For the first time in his life, Hannibal felt ill as a result of his actions. It was wrong. It was never supposed to happen like this, he and Will were supposed to leave with their daughter. Forever waking up to one another and basking in each other's skin before the sun rose. For once in his life Hannibal felt at a true checkmate. 

Sirens could be heard in the distance, he didn’t have much time. Emotions must be thrown out to make way for rational thinking. William Graham was dead, here on Hannibal Lecter’s kitchen floor, and there was no heavenly power that could restore what was lost. Leaning down, Hannibal held Will’s limp head in his hands. His body was heavy, just another symptom of death Hannibal would like to ignore. A small kiss was placed upon Will’s nauseatingly cold cheek. 

“We will meet again, dear Will. Whether that be in whatever afterlife there is or my memory palace, we will.” Hannibal stayed there, slumped to the floor of his kitchen, waiting to be apprehended. What was the point of running anymore if Will was not there to play cat and mouse? That night Hannibal was poked and prodded by investigators and forensics without struggle. If anything, Hannibal was more eager to have the process be over with than anything. He wanted to be in a cell, somewhere he wouldn’t be bothered. Somewhere that was quiet and calm. Somewhere he could live in his memory palace, forever. 

After being thrown a white jumpsuit and told to strip down, Hannibal was finally put into his cell. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to wade into the quiet of the stream. A warm hand wrapped around his bicep, and a comforting smile blessed his vision. 

“Welcome back, Hannibal.”

“Hello, Will.”

[sleepy-vix]

oh yeah btw i went into the city with my sister today and it was a very nice day :) i'm now going to tell you all about it bc i need to learn to be more positive. also, i will add random photos from pinterest so this post looks mildly interesting

here i go:

- first we watched an anzac day march (i live in australia, yeah. idrm u guys knowing that. basically anzac day is a day where we show respects to soldiers who fought in the war/s) for a whole hour (yeah... it was very tiring but atleast all we had to do was sit and watch. its not exactly hard i suppose)

- then, we went to a cafe where we drank iced matcha latte and shared a chocolate cake slice. the cafe was so cozy and it had jaz music and it was dark wood + green + overgrown vines type of vibe :)

- then, we went to....

drumroll please

a second hand bookstore !!!

*dies, comes alive, dies, comes alive* (x4)

there were a million books in there (or so the sign at the front claimed) and it was such a lovely place

it smelled like old books. i nearly suffocated because the smell was so strong (but i didnt mjnd at all ofc)

in the back, there was a big space with no shelves and a few tables and chairs to sit and read (i assume?) (tho there were still shelves along the wall)

in the front+middle, there were shelves everywhere, with only space for 2 people in between each shelf

it was very cluttered. i struggled to understand the system because many shelves were unlabelled, but i think that adds to the charm and i loved having to look through all the shelves

at the very front, there is the cash register and a bunch ( a BUNCH) of book stacks on the floor with no price (bc the owner hadnt priced the books yet. the shop is personally owned and they price books by writing it in pencil on the first page. isnt that so charming??)

the books werent insanely cheap, but its a food place to fins different/collectable covers of certain books

i saw a red hardbound version of dead souls by nikolai gogol, which i was going to get bc i really want to read that, but it was falling apart so badly (like the spine was 4/5 off the book) that i felt like it was unwise to purchase haha :,)

in the end, i didnt get to look at everything bc my sister got restless but i did manage to buy 3 books that i am very happy abt:

1. "the adventures of tom sawyer" by mark twain :) this was 7.50 and it had a really pretry cover (also it was small sized, which i think is so charming and pocketable)

2. "the tenant of wildfell hall" by anna brontë. i have read none of the brontë sisters' works, but i really want to:) this was also only 7.50 and the cover was pretty, and it was also pretty small

3. "quiet" by susan cain. it seems so interesting and it was only $10, whereas its going for $20 on amazon 💀 :)

also the owner gave me a bookmark that looked old and it was beige + black and it had the shop name on it, contact info, promo stuff but also it was so cool bc the font was fancy and there was an olden day sketch of an oldman reading to a child in the middle of the bookmark :)

also the owner was a nice and chill old man. also there was classical music !

i cant wait to revisit that store :) i will be opting to purchase all of my classics there because they have covers that ive never seen before.

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then we took the bus home

the end

[innocent-cat]

Can u do a rengoku x reader pretty please pookie 😢

this has been in the oven for WEEEEKSSSS LMFAOOOOO Finally getting to it because I want to write more. Rengoku x Reader Warnings - injury, but no description

"Candles share a flickering flame.", Rengoku x Reader

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You slowly stumble over your steps, grunting as your feet hit the ground over and over. You keep your eyes open, mumbling things to yourself as you slowly feel yourself lose consciousness. You wouldn't let yourself. Not when you're already so close to the butterfly mansion. You knew they didn't search the outskirts of it, so if you wanted to live, you'd have to continue stumbling. Your feet dragged painfully against the rock filled dirt path, and you felt painful jolts in your back as you walked and remembered certain battle wounds during your journey.

"Hashira! Lady Shinobu, they're alive!"

The sound of tiny foot steps likely from the triplets was etched into your ears, as they sound of sand scratched against their small shoes.

"Liege! You're on the verge of death! Please, come this way.."

Small hands wrapped your body, and tugged you in one direction. You silently prayed and hoped that you weren't hallucinating, and you had finally reached the mansion.

You had shut your eyes, thanking the daylight cycle for being easy on your eyes. The sky swirled above you in darkness, a relaxing tone that would put ease to someone not dying.

You're guided to a bed behind your thoughts, and you feel a hand holding your's as your wounds are treated. It was warm, soft, calloused on the edges. It was something that told you 'I'm here.'

You begin to fall asleep, relaxing to the gentle and assuring feeling of stinging alcohol and constricting bandages provided by your caretaker. Before you fade to your sleep, you hear two voices discussing something above your head. "Will they be alright?"

The first voice wavers, and sounds scared. Not for himself, but for you. As if a crash of realization that you might be in danger made them feel like they were in that situation themself.

"It looks like it will be a slow recovery. They took on multiple staggering wounds, its a miracle they even had a sense of direction to the butterfly mansion."

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When you wake up, you keep your eyes shut. You try to go back to sleep and fail.

You hear crashing by the door of your room, and you shoot up, much to the shock of the person who was sitting next to you.

"Up and moving so quickly already?" A honey voice spoke to you, and you suddenly felt the soreness from moving quickly. You groaned and fell back to your bed.

"Not now that you mention it.." You take a deep breath and heave a deep sigh, mentally analyzing your wounds.

You rub your hands softly, and un-blur your vision, peering up to Rengoku.

"Did you stay here the entire time? I remember you being here when I was being treated.." You tiredly mumble to him, your voice straining.

"I did! My priority will always be my allies." His voice ands words etched into your brain, patiently waiting for any further explanation to his words.

When no explanation came, there was a soft moment of silence. You could feel Rengoku's eyes faintly hovering your face. You could feel that he was tense, but he refused to say anything about it.

You unfold your hand, and reach for his. He holds your's in his own for a moment, and his muscles slack.

"Liege. How did the mission go? I am sure you managed to do something to leave even the heavens itself in awe." His words seemed to bubble over and spill out to you, and your head turned to face him.

"There were demons attacking the village women.. five total. They were pretty strong, but nothing like a moon. It was the amount of them and they way they worked together that stunned me."

Rengoku's face contorted curiously.

"Please! Tell me more." He politely followed up your story.

"It was weird.. you know that.. yellow haired demon slayer who recently joined? He's adventuring with Tanjiro and the pig.. he would have cried if he saw. He's scared of spiders, yeah? Well, they were wrapping all the girls up to eat them later.. I'd hate to be in the cocoons. They were slimy. Like an egg."

Rengoku nodded his head with a smile, listening to you speak of your mission, his thumb softly rubbing your hand.

The two of you stare into each other's eyes. His vast and passionate iris perfectly his optimist personality.

You slowly sit up, supporting yourself as you did. You feel his hand slip behind your back, carefully avoiding your stab wounds and applying pressure to the spaces where it wouldn't cause you pain, he sat you up to face him.

The position the two of you were in currently could be easily mistaken for one of a romantic couple about to confess to each other for the fifth time. His left arm wrapped around your torso, and his right hand held your own. He was slightly leaned in, and you could feel his soft breathing tickle the air.

Your face burns a soft hue of pink, and you feel your own ears heat up as you attempt to lean back from him, but are caught in a web of his arms. Instead, you stand up, and he wraps both arms around you. They softly snake around your torso yet again and secure you.

You softly cup his cheek with your hand, and his mouth weakly falls open. He attempts to say something, but no words leave his mouth.

You teeter on your feet, standing on your tippy toes, your lips slowly connect with his. You run your fingers through his hair. You can no longer tell if it's the pain-meds that were provided to you talking, but it felt right.

it felt good.

You pull away, and stand flat again. You peer up at him, and rest your hand.

"I..." Rengoku begins to speak, but he stops. The two of you softly laugh against each other and pull in for a hug. The hug was as warm as he was, or maybe you were just really cold.

its really fking cold in the butterfly mansion..

"I know, Rengoku. Me too."