#i'm normal about eva i swear

[melomania-p]

https://youtube.com/shorts/1b4rpci6h7c?si=dABRtERvQjLSzEqN wth is did

The censoring makes it so much worse 😭😭😭

OH MY HOD OH MY GOD EVANGELION MENTIONED RAAAAAAHHHGG HELL YEAAAAAAHHHH WHAT THE FUCK IS MENTAL STABILITY ⁉️⁉️⁉️🔥🔥💪💪💥

[krirebr]

random hoeing:

Steve catching you in the rain, his white shirt completely soaked and transparent

Ok, this has to be Neighbor Steve.

Warnings: explicit language, more fluff than I normally do, completely unedited, 18+ - MINORS DNI

After Steve caught you ogling him during the heatwave, the tone of your conversations when you run into him in your building has gotten decidedly flirtier. But for whatever reason, that's where it's stopped. As much as you've tried to send signals that you are very open to more, he's never taken you up on it. Which is fine. It's fine. Totally fine. You are very cool with it. The thought of it definitely doesn't make you shrivel up inside. You are so cool.

All of that is the furthest thing from your mind right now, though, as you and your dog run through the rain. It'd been such a nice day, but as you hit the halfway point of your usual longer route, the sky unexpectedly opened up and you and your poor dog were hit by an absolute downpour. Now, finally home, you're both completely soaked and desperate to get inside and dry.

After some fumbling, you get the door to your building unlocked and opened. Just as you're about to get inside and let the door close behind you, you hear your name ring out. You turn around to see Steve hurrying up the path. "Hold the door!" he yells.

You freeze, doing as he asked. Holy shit. He's just as soaked as you, but while you're sure you look like a drowned rat, he very much does not. He– Well. He– He's wearing that damned white t-shirt again. Except it's not white now, it's translucent. You can see everything – that tattoo you spotted before, and a few more to go with it, an incredible set of abs, nipples. Holy shit.

He quickly ushers you inside, thank god, because you can't move on your own, your eyes still stuck to his chest. "Fuck, that came out of nowhere, huh?" he chuckles.

The moment you're out of the rain, your dog proceeds to do her best to shake herself dry, as if the three of you weren't already dripping all over the entryway. "Oh, shit," you mumble, reaching for her without really knowing what to do.

Steve just laughs. And then does it himself, shaking out his golden locks. Part of his hair flops down over his forehead, and you do your best to hold in your gasp. Really it's just so unfair that he could get caught in a rainstorm and come out looking like that. What the actual fuck? you think to yourself.

Except, judging by the way his head whips around to look at you, maybe you didn't think it. Maybe it was more out loud than you'd meant. Oh god. You immediately start babbling, which is unfortunately just as uncontrollable as the initial slip-up you're trying to make up for. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry. I just– I mean– Look at you!" You throw a wild gesture at him as he just stares at you with his mouth open, trying to take in your ramble. "It's cats and dogs out there and you look like that?? While I–" another wild gesture, at yourself this time. "I just– How is it fair that you're so beautiful??"

"You think I'm beautiful?" he finally manages to interject.

"Huh?" And that's when your brain finally catches up. Oh dear god. What is wrong with you?? You cautiously glance at him to find him staring at you, not upset, but like he's trying to figure you out. Fuck it, you suddenly think. You've already embarrassed yourself. You have nothing left to lose. "You wanna get dinner with me sometime?"

You swear that the smile that blooms on Steve's face is bright and warm enough to dry you both off. "I was starting to worry I was reading your signals wrong. Yeah. Yeah, I'd love to."

Your answering smile is strong enough to push all the clouds away.

☔

Thanks for the fun prompt, Eva!

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[tan1shere]

Do you think you could please do something with eva like hurt/comfort ig? If you're comfortable maybe like reader had super bad anxiety and something triggers her and she basically has an anxiety attack and closes herself in her room but eva comforts her?

Here For You

Eva x female reader !

A/n: yes ofcourse ! If you are new here, welcome I am more than comfortable doing anxiety as I suffer from it and I know a thing or two about the stupid thing ! This is for my anxiety girlies I love you deeply <3 YOU ARE LOVED HEAPS !!!!!!

Summary: Eva helps calm you down when you need it most.

Warnings: anxiety, anxiety attack, think that's the main ones, lmk if I missed anything major !

Masterlist

It was as if you had been on edge lately and you had absolutely no idea why. Which worried you, why did you feel like this with no reasonable explanation. You have been traveling for awhile now to go see your long distance girlfriend, Eva. She had moved awhile back and you wanted to see a tour of her new place. You were tired, sick of driving. So you were incredibly thankful once you had pulled in, looking at the massive house infront of you. She greets you outside with a smile. "Hi baby girl." Her feet move towards your door instantly opening it. Your energy comes back, leaping out and into her arms. Wrapping your legs around her torso in the process. "I missed you." You say into her neck as you hug her tightly. Her hand makes its way into your hair gently stroking. "Not as much as I missed you."

After a few kisses it was time to see the inside. "This place is huge!" You beam, turning around in a circle to get a look at everything. "It is, has many rooms." You then look at her, smiling tiredly. "You look exhausted." She then says, coming over to you. You nod as a reply, sinking back into her touch. "I have some people coming over later on-" You pull away slightly to look at her. You were always an anxious person, social anxiety was a main. You hated meeting new people, you felt so incredibly awkward. Your brain makes you overthink, not to mention the panic and anxiety attacks you'd get.

"I know, but its ok I'll be here with you I promise. Besides I'd love for you to meet my friends. They'll love you." You sigh. "They won't once they find out im an anxious idiot." She looks at you sadly. "You're not an anxious idiot baby. I swear to you. You're the sweetest thing in this world." She speaks delicately as she goes to hold your face in her soft hands. You close your eyes, taking a breath. "I'm still unsure.." Her thumb rubs your cheek. "I'm right here. - promise."

You trusted that she'd keep that promise, and she did. But you couldn't help feeling judged by all these new people. Even if they weren't you couldn't shake the thought. You were staying super close to Eva, honestly wanting this to be all over so you could sleep, and spend your time with her. You tried your hardest to put on a smile, make out you weren't shaking in your boots. You felt pathetic, why did you get like this.

Then the worst happens. A question was being asked. "So, Y/n. How long have you known Eva?" A girl named Cricket asks. You pause for a bit. "Uhm, 3 years now?" You look at Eva, wanting a little bit of backup. You were so stupid God. "Yes! 3 years and more to come." She smiles at you, a smile that sets your nerves at ease for a moment. Feeling like all of this went away. But then she speaks again. "And where abouts are you from again?" Your head turns to her. "A few hours, uhm from here." You try so hard to sound confident but your voice indeed comes out shakey. And you heard it. The worst part.

Your overthinking comes into play.

Shes going to think I'm a weirdo. Why can't I just talk normal. What's. Wrong. With. Me.

That little voice clouds your brain making you miss what she had asked you next, you feel a hand come in contact with your back. Bringing you out of the thoughts slightly. "W-what?" You ask, more shakey than before. Eva rubs lightly. "Are you alright love-?" Cricket asks sweetly. The thoughts had time to creep back up on you in that small space of time. "I- excuse me.." You rushed upstairs into Eva's room, locking the door in the process so no one could come in. You clutch your chest, trying to calm down but you couldn't. It felt heavy, making you freak out more.

Tears begin to stream uncontrollably. Taking in breaths as you choke on air. You slide down the door, gripping your hair. Having the same little voice repeat.

You're stupid.

You're awkward.

You are weak.

"I'm stupid.." You breathe out, still holding onto your chest. Then there was a knock at the door, startling you. "Baby?" Eva's soft voice was heard. You don't respond, not trusting your voice. "Please let me in you're worrying me, beautiful." You hear the door knob, reluctantly going to open it. Moving a bit for her to come in. Shes on the floor with you in an instant. Considering she's been with you through many of these. "Hey hey, look at me ok." You couldn't as you're freaking out continues. "Baby.." Your eyes shut. "Can I touch you?" You just nod, shed always ask that just to make sure she wouldn't startle you.

Her hands come to your face, getting you to look at her. "Breathe angel breathe." Her eyes dart from yours, concern writen all over them. "You're ok, I'm here for you." "You are safe." You nod, understandingly. Slowly coming back. "I'm stupid Eva.. why am I like this." Her thumbs come to wipe your tears. "You are far from stupid my girl. For one you're tired. You've been driving all day, and you just feel things heavily. That's ok." Your head tilts slightly, taking in her words. "You're special, in the best way possible. And I love you so fucking much." She finishes, still having her hands on your face. "Im sorry." You apologize.

"Don't be, its ok. They're leaving now anyways." Your eyes widen. Was it because of- "And before that brain of yours tricks you. They were always going to leave at this time. I assure you." Her tone was steady and calm. Making your nerves ease again. "Do they think I'm weird?" Her head shakes side to side. "Crick, loved you. She said you were a breath of fresh air." The corners of your mouth move up, smiling as she says that. It only makes her smile too. "There she is." Her arms bring you into a tight hug. "My brain is stupid." You then say. She nods. "Incredibly." The smiles were still lingering. Just grateful to have someone like her. "Why don't we sleep this long day off?"

"Sounds, amazing."

[freyfall]

anybody still follow me for dangan ronpa. have any of you played the prologue for the fangame project: eden's garden. i just spent four hours on a discord call streaming it to a friend and i'm fucking screaming it's so good and im going to DIE if i don't talk more about it, so a few things (spoilers for chapter zero ahead)

i fucking love the protagonist. he's such a breath of fresh air compared to makoto/hajime/kaede/shuichi in the fact that he's a PESSIMISTIC ASSHOLE and he's NOT AFRAID TO SAY IT. Also please look at the snake on his tie. Eden's Garden. Snake on the tie. Snake in the Garden of Eden. HELLO.

WOLFGANG. I'm obsessed with him. Grace totally pegs him but that's neither here nor there. I was initially super suspicious of him but after the trial, I think that's just... his personality. He's the guy that we normally get as the DR protag, all hopeful and leader-y, but he's not the protag. Also, the little sheep on the lapel of his jacket - that definitely means something, whether it's a symbol for innocence/purity, or it has a more "lamb to the slaughter" type meaning. I wonder if Wolfgang is going to get martyred, perhaps.

Can I just say I love the diversity in the cast. I love that the girls get pants... finally... some good fucking food... and also I'm just kind of easy to please because ANYTHING is an improvement on the canon casts' tendency to drop horribly sexist shit out of nowhere (not to mention like. offensive stereotypes and bigotry.)

I LOVE Cassidy. I think she's going to survive a long while not because she's smart enough to but in spite of her... lack of intelligence. Also because I think the trial room needs a total dumbass in it.

I don't really know if I like Eva; I'm not super thrilled with the 'Ultimate Liar' bit, but I'm holding my initial judgment until we get an explanation. She kind of does have kyoko/maki vibes, which is cool to see, but I'm worried that her dark and brooding mystery-girl thing won't actually be that interesting.

I love Damon and Ulysses' lisps. I don't know if that's just the VAs but they each have minor lisps and it's so endearing.

I predicted Kai would be some sort of k-pop idol when we first saw him because his design absolutely screamed it, and influencer honestly isn't so far off. He's so fucking pathetic /pos

Ingrid could snap me in half and I'd thank her

Wenona is REALLY cool looking. I wonder why she doesn't have a surname - is it a cultural thing...? I wondered if she was meant to be Indigenous, but I'm not qualified to tell lol. Either way I absolutely ADORE her hair and earrings, she's gorgeous

ELOISE MY DARLING!!! That poor girl is going to die. I'm GOING to sob my eyes out over it.

I was already enthused over Tozu, but I LOVE the enforcer, Mara. She doesn't feel annoying or shoehorned like some of the other mascot sidekicks (monomi, monokubs) have felt. She's so ominous. Did I mention I love the animal masks? Garden of Eden theming, anyone? God. It's so fucking cool.

okay that's all my thoughts right now but I swear I love each and every one of these characters. There's not a single one I truly dislike. I can't fucking wait for dec 20th when the first chapter drops

[iampastelry]

Gosh I have so much to say about mouthwashing (good things btw)

Spoilers ahead obv

Also I'm gonna talk about Evangelion at the start of this (I swear it's for an important reason lol)

CW: mentions of SA. Also Jimmy. Also Shinji Ikari.

So first off

Heavy Evangelion vibes from this storyline.

Specifically Shinji in the finale + End of Eva.

Shinji was the only person who could save everyone, and he had the full ability to do so. The reason he didn't, was because he himself didn't want to live, so he just ended up taking everyone else down with him. Shinji only had the epiphany to keep living and live his life right, when it was too late. And yet, in the finale (which we can assume is mostly in his head at the end) everyone congratulates him. He hasn't saved anyone, he's just patting himself on the back for finally deciding to do the right thing.

Oh and also, he basically SA'd Asuka very soon before all this happened.

This is all relevant to Mouthwashing because this kind of storyline is exactly what we see happen with Jimmy. He already did a shitty, irreversible thing by assaulting Anya (resulting in her pregnancy), and due to his arrogance, he takes everyone else on the ship down with him. It's only after months of watching everyone suffer, being put through mental torment from his own actions, that he finally decides to 'take accountability'. He even throws a literal party for himself- imagining the corpses of his crewmates congratulating him on being such a good captain. But it doesn't matter at this point, because everyone's already dead because of him, and Curly will never have a normal life even if he is found.

Another note, I think the real action that this whole game is about is actually his assault on Anya. The ship crashing is just a big event that creates the meat of the game (pun not intended), but even from the beginning, Jimmy knew his life was over, after he found out Anya was pregnant- creating solid proof of what he did. That was the real irreparable mistake, the mistake that hurt Anya forever. The one he needed to take accountability for.

And he didn't. Instead, he crashed the ship. Jimmy never took accountability for what he did to Anya. To the end, his efforts were never focused on her. Mouthwashing ends with Jimmy, to the very end, refusing to take accountability for his actions.

[not-too-many-eyes]

KYRIE WHY ARE YOU GIRL KINZO

I'm sitting here in my room, at a surprisingly comfortable temperature wise considering its like 35c normally and my aircon is off. Slamming my head into the fucking desk because of Kyrie Ushiromiya (and also Battler but MAINLY KYRIE)

This isnt even fuckin going into Kyrie's role as an enforcer of cishet misogynist norms within the family if I wasnt going insane every time I try to understand Kyrie Ushiromiya and also haven't started ep 4 yet id be out here writing about her role in enforcing amanormatiivity and cishet monogamy through how she presents romance and her blatent misogony-

SHE MARRIED A MAN WHO LIKES WESTERNS YET SHE'S THE ONE WHO IS CARRYING A SECRET GUN AROUND- (If I tracked my guns right in Ep 3 since they only got 4 guns for the 4 siblings and Rosa's gun went to Hideyoshi, and Krauss and Eva still had their guns.) I swear- instead of actually trying to solve the murder mystery I just try to figure out what's going on with Kyrie for 398247239849 hours.

[thegoodending-thelasttime]

my reaction to the resident lover lore drop: part two

access the doc yourself here

spoilers utc

DONNA CONTD

i have a lot to say about the the donna and daniela relationship section, none of which i feel capable of putting into words for the time being. i will, however, say this.

"Donna is watching what could've been in regards to her past self when it comes to Dani and MC"

"Just sometimes [Donna] really wants to hit [Cassandra] you know?" i think a lot of people in the fandom know after Cass' infamous neutral ending

"She grieves but she lets herself live too." all the muscles in my face are convulsing

"Donna struggles to stand up for herself for a long portion of her route and only through the aid of MC will she start to show a little more of her backbone." Donna. i can help you be brave Donna. pick me. choose me. love me. (delusional 3)

"There is a brief scene in which Miranda and Donna are having tea while Donna has a complete and utter breakdown about just how on the edge she is. Miranda of course encourages her to keep spiraling..." miranda i'm going to get you.

"Donna is mentally unstable at this point and can either be sent into the abyss or helped out of the low point toward a brighter future." I CAN HELP YOU TOWARD A BRIGHTER FUTURE DONNA I SWEAR PLEASE (delusional 4)

Depression being a theme is just. I'm going to write a hurt/comfort fic about this.

and, "Destiny [Soulmates]" don't think I'm normal about that either. cuz i'm not.

the nursery being an allegory for Donna. my brain feels like a backyard and you're mowing it with a tiny little lawnmower.

"Hades and Persephone" words. in my mind.

glad that Donna fans unknowingly cracked phantom of the opera though, that's fun

"...she is not unwilling to lunge towards Miranda herself and brandish a weapon in her direction." she's so real for this

"Miranda has had to trigger the loop several times in reaction to a violent outburst of Donna’s." WOOOO YOU GO BABE. FUCK UP MIRANDA'S LIVES HELL YEAH

"MC shows unconditional and unwavering love towards someone with severe abandonment issues and gets a very attached flower shop owner for their troubles." SHUT UP MY HEART.

"...a small part of her is pleased to know she got the upper hand on Miranda. Donna’s ability to make MC explicitly reject Miranda has left the goddess incredibly pissed..." FUCK YEAH

"Post Donna Miranda is particularly cruel about how she treats the toxicologist and parades MC near her but never in reach." top five sentences that make you want to kill a cult leader

"LIKES: Stuffed Animals..." help i love her so much my heart really can't take this

"LIKES: Pranks. I’m sorry she’s a menace" i'll prank her back (by kissing her on the face)

"DISLIKES: Those really sad adoption commercials where they play ‘I Will Remember You’ while a slideshow of really sad puppies plays. They make her cry" NO DONNA POOKIE BEAR DON'T CRY COME HER LET ME HUG YOU

"DISLIKES: Miranda" OMG SHE DISLIKES MIRANDA TOO (shocker) !?!?! WE'RE SO SIMILAR WE SHOULD MARRY ACTUALLY

MIRANDA

MC and miranda being burned alive the first time around. man wtf

love that they were both canonically sickly victiorian children at one point

"Death penalty for sodomy" that actually has me so fucked up. how could you do this to me

"[MC] Drowned, Miranda was nearby but chose not to save them" WHAT WHY

"Mia got mad and threw a stone at MC" i would get mad too if i saw someone repeatedly fall for miranda over the course of multiple timelines

"Miranda ran MC over in an accident" HELP 💀

miranda really fell for the unluckiest motherfucker goddamn. tom and jerry ass

"Yes + Mia" "No + Mia" best way to word this. i will be using these from now on. ask me a yes/no question i dare you.

"This life is when the very first iteration of Eva is born and it completely changes Miranda’s soul as a confounding variable in their soulmate-hood" oh my GOD. i'm a little scared miranda's section might be making me start to like her a little.. NO I REFUSE. THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING.

"Toxic Yuri + Loving" thank you Cinder. i appreciate you for your silliness.

really wish we got more eva content but oh well. maybe in the dlc content the team said would probably come out in a few years/maybe more

"Mia’s soul has slowly changed over time and has grown to naturally despise Miranda’s soul for its unwitting part in MCs death every life" nvm i like Mia infinitely more than miranda

"Mia acts as a foil to Miranda’s relationship in every life they meet because she is - without fail - naturally resistant to them being together and highly suspicious of the way Miranda behaves" FUCK MOTHER MIRANDA ALL MY HOMIES HATE MOTHER MIRANDA. MIA'S A REAL ONE.

"[Bela and Miranda] would be insane if they worked together, but unfortunately, they are narratively designed to be pitted against each other" i disagree i think it's very fortunate they're not on the same team

"Miranda is afraid of [Donna] because she remembers every single time loop... Donna is also handy with sharp objects and has been known to attempt a few murders at meetings when pushed..." fuck yeah. be afraid miranda.

"...views Donna as “cursed” due to her family history of deaths" can i say kys just this once (to miranda).

"Intrinsically offended when MC chose Donna during the loop" be offended. L + bozo + cry about it + Donna's better

"[Donna and Miranda have] used each other as crutches in moments of weakness... they used to have regular tea together in which they would act out their familial roles and encourage each other further down their spirals" i'm actually not okay rn thanks for asking!

...that legitimately has me so fucked up

"Miranda actively encourages Donna’s fears to keep her under control..." "She would kill Angie to both punish Donna and to relieve herself of the annoyance" hey miranda come here. what do you mean, i don't have anything in my pocket. don't worry about it just come here. so i can... hug you. SHANKS YOU MIA STYLE BUT IT ACTUALLY WORKS THIS TIME SHANKS YOU MIA STYLE BUT IT ACTUALLY WORKS THIS TIME SHANKS YOU MIA STYLE BUT IT ACTUALLY WORKS THIS TIME

"Miranda and MC are soulmates, all the way up to their 19th life this is 100% proven and true (even though they don't always get to meet) but the 20th life is different because Miranda is still in her 19th. It could be argued that MCs soulmate is who 20th Miranda was supposed to be. (Could've been if a coin had been flipped)." I'M ACTUALLY HYPERVENTILATING RIGHT NOW THANK YOU FOR FEEDING USTHANKYOU MY HEART OH MY FUCKIUNG GOD ASDFGUIHUADSDHLFKAJHSDFKLGJHDAFKJG. I BANGED ON MY DESK THAT'S NOT EVEN A JOKE WHAT THE ACTUASL FUCK

"MC would go into divorce arc which is salvageable but very long winded" need yall to elaborate on this, also it made me giggle

"The only exceptions are Mia (who told Miranda to fuck off), Bela (who still remembered), and Angie (who doesn’t listen to anybody)." that's so based of all of them. naming them the based squad for this.

"DISLIKES: Her height being mentioned" i don't care if it's a low blow and that she's actually one inch taller than me. i'll call her short. short ass. imagine being 5'6" lmao

part three coming up

[mariyekos]

So this headcanon is of the crack treated seriously variety but-

Lately I've been thinking about Trish accidentally forming a demonic contract (bond of servitude) with Dante post DMC1 without either of them realizing it at and the shenanigans that would produce.

The idea is that post DMC1 Dante takes her on as an actual employee at Devil Never Cry to get her used to the human world. As part of his attempts to keep a semi-legitimate business for the non-demon hunting front, he has her sign some typical employee contract stuff. Except as it turns out Dante is apparently demon enough for it to trigger the sort of bond of servitude that is normally formed when a demon swears themself to a higher demon, which neither of them even considered as a possibility when they signed away. If you wanted to go further for it, you could say that Dante also nicked himself while preparing the documents and didn't feel like reprinting everything so he just left the page with the bloodspot in the packet, which Trish didn't notice because she doesn't really care about human formalities and immediately flips to the page she has to sign. But a drop of blood is still blood, meaning the contract is a blood contract, and oh will that bite them in the butt later on.

Like I said before, they don't even realize what's happened at first because Trish has always felt weird around Dante from a combination of the Sparda-pizzaz and potential Eva influence Mundus might've put into her. Her feeling a different sort of weird around Dante after signing the contract- maybe she feels some sort of pull or extra loyalty- she'd just chalk up to a potential side effect of being modeled after his mother. It's not until Dante tells her to go do something neither of them want to do as a joke and she actually does it without hesitation that the two pause, go "wait what" and start to investigate. Because Trish did not want to do that, but did it anyway. Because she felt compelled to in a way that overrode her personal desires. Which results in them realizing that oh, Trish can't actually disobey anything Dante orders her to do, and that is Not Normal.

Trish is, unsurprisingly, not happy about this. She's the one that brings up the contract thing, which Dante tries to deflect from by saying he didn't realize anything would happen, it's just a standard human practice! I think if Trish brought up the "well normally it needs a blood contract" thing Dante would twitch in just the right way that has her grilling him for more information, leading to the reveal that oops! She did sign a blood contract! Dante's laziness lead to Trish ending up as a servant yet again!

Dante would promise to never use it and never order her to do something, but I think it would take Trish a while to get over it. It really was an accident. He didn't mean to do that; doesn't want that kind of control over her or anything. He's sincere and means it when he says he will never ever tell or even ask her to do something again if that's what needs to happen for the contract-enforced servitude to activate. Eventually Trish would accept his apology with a grumble, but I see that as part of what would have her leaving DMC/DNC between DMC1 and DMC4 to do her own stuff. She's her own person and her own master. She doesn't want to be anyone's pawn anymore. Even if Dante says he doesn't plan to ever take advantage of the bond, she doesn't want him inadvertently doing anything to her or for herself to unconsciously follow. The contract should weaken with distance and time as long as they don't renew it, so she'll do her own thing most of the time, help out on the occasional mission, and eventually it'll all be in the past. By DMC5 the bond would definitely be broken, though I'm on the fence about whether in this verse it would be completely gone by DMC4 or just mostly gone.

But yeah! Basic idea is whoops Trish gets bound to Dante on accident and decides to peace our between DMC1 and 4 because neither of them really want that bond to activate and for Trish to get stripped of her will, even for something minor.

[awisetoad]

a funny thing happened on the way to the holy land

also can we talk about Richard's Mediterranean Sidequest for a minute?

QUICK BACKSTORY—

in 1187 before he was even king, Richard is beefing with his dad in France. He hears about Orlando Bloom's majestic surrender in Jerusalem and everyone's like— STOP THE PRESSES, what the fuck

and Richard immediately squares up and goes "yo I'mma go fight Saladin" (and his dad and King Philip are like "yeah I guess us too" otherwise they look kinda like weenies in comparison I guess)

but they gotta resolve their family squabble first, which they do because… Henry dies (lol rip) and Richard becomes king in Sep 1189

Richard immediately RAISES TAXES and sells everything not nailed down, and several things that are. Including stuff like get out of jail free cards and appointments to offices? like, bruh. how is robin baffled over the state of Nottingham upon his return I have no idea

he also tries to make it so John won't revolt and utterly fails at that, but that'll be another post I'm sure.

Eventually in Dec 1189 (3 months after he's crowned ahaha) he peaces out, makes some further preparations in France, and then by summertime is rarin' to go a-Crusadin'

the sidequest

so he makes a pitstop in Sicily for unknown reasons (resupplying? he missed his sister?) and discovers his sister is Having A Bad Time™ so Richard burns Messina to the ground until he gets his way and then steals all their treasure

it ends up working out and, presumably, his sister is trying to fucking leave for someplace normal, while all the crusaders continue on their merry way to go fuck up Saladin

only a storm scatters the whole fleet and his sister turns up missing. He finds her and all the treasure which is obv the important part once again Having A Bad Time™ in Cypress.

(this is literally the definition of your princess is in another castle ahahaha)

so Richard casually conquers Cypress and then fucking sells it

I swear for all John is painted as greedy, Richard has to be equally so, bc he sells it to the templars and then hysterically they give it to the BAD GUY from Kingdom of Heaven; you know, Eva Green's douchebag husband? the guy who plays Celeborn?

martin ccskckskcskossckas I'm not looking it up

ANYWAY.

what I wanna know is, we're supposed to believe Robin packs up and ships out the second his spidey-senses tingle about shenanigans in the Holy Land, and thru that time becomes unfailingly loyal to Richard

…so does that means he went along on the Mediterranean Sidequest???? AND HOW IN THE HOLY HECK HAS HE NOT REALIZED RICHARD WOULD SELL HIM TOO IF HE THOUGHT HE COULD MAKE A BUCK

idk but in conclusion Richard is nuts

[themultifandomgal]

Antonio- Babies Birth Alphabet

A= Aftercare After Birth (How they act after you finish giving birth?):

Antonio was amazing during labour. He held my hand the whole time and kept telling me how proud he was of me and placing kisses on my forehead constantly.

After giving birth Antonio would make sure that both me and the baby are ok. When our baby was taken away to be checked over, Antonio's attention was on me making sure I had drank water and that I was feeling ok.

B= Baby (Who is the baby more like? The baby's personality?):

When the baby was born Antonio swears that they look exactly like Diego when he was born. So safe to say the baby looks most like Antonio.

C= Care Taking (Who takes care of the baby more? Do you have someone else take care of the child?):

Due to how much Antonio works, taking care of the baby is mostly left to me and also the fact that I'm breast feeding means that I have to be the one to do the feeding unless I've managed to pump in the day. Antonio will take over as soon as he can. On Antonio's days off I'm made to relax all day while he does the cleaning and taking care of the baby.

D= Delivery (How they act when you are in labor, do they stay in the room or outside the room?):

He's been here before, so he's pretty calm keeping me as calm as possible. Antonio stays by my side the whole time, except when he goes to get food or a drink for us both.

E= Emergencies (How do they act when something happens to the baby? If something happens during labor how do they react?):

The only time Antonio starts to worry is when Nat tells me baby is the wrong way round. She turned the baby by putting pressure on my stomach which was super painful. Antonio hated seeing me in pain like that and wanted to make sure that both me and the baby would be ok. After being reassured Antonio calmed once again.

F= Friends/Family (Who visits you in the hospital?):

The first person to arrive was obviously my brother Will as he was working. Next up Jay and Gabby came to visit with Eva and Diego who were both very excited to hold the baby. After family came to visit CFD CPD and others from Med all came to see me, Antonio and the baby. Antonio's mum came to visit and immediately feel in love. She's been over a few times while I was in my third trimester helping us get ready. She will also be staying over for a few days to help out while I recover. Antonio's father still doesn't want to know.

G= Gender(s) (What do you have?):

We have a baby boy that we named Lucas.

H= Hair Color (What hair color does the baby inherit):

Lucas was born with dark hair like Antonio.

I= Illness (How do they react when the baby gets sick for the first time? How about when the baby is ill for a while?):

Lucas was born healthy, would often get the hiccups, especially after feeding. Antonio was very relaxed about this, I however was stressed that there was something wrong, even going as far as to ring Nat to ask if this was normal.

J= Job (When do you go back to work?):

I decide to take as long as I can. 3 months paid and then I take 6 months unpaid. I don't want Lucas to go to nursery just yet so we both decide to hire a nanny while we're at work. As I finish work usually before Antonio our nanny is dismissed as soon as I get home.

K= Kisses (Do they kiss the baby?):

Yes of course, even in front of his coworkers. The tough guy act is thrown out of the window when it comes to his kids.

L= Love (Do they fall in love with the baby right away? What do they love the most about the baby?):

Antonio fell in love from the first ultrasound. Antonio loves Lucas' smile.

M= Movement (How do they react to baby first crawling and walking?):

Lucas was a late developer. He didn't start crawling until he was 11 months old, a week before his first birthday in fact. Of course this worried us because Antonio said his other kids started crawling at 6/7 months. When he did start crawling we were so excited, then almost immediately he starting pulling himself up

And walking.

N= New People (Taking baby to meet the rest of their/your work colleagues.):

Intelligence met Lucas before my coworkers and they immediately all fell in love with him. They saw him while I was still on hospital, Lucas only being an hour old. They're a family and they have extended that to Lucas and I.

When I took Lucas to meet my coworkers, he was a couple of months old. I also got to show him to my old class.

O= On Time (Are they there by time you go into labor? Do they arrive before or after the baby is born? How do they feel if they are late? Is the baby on time?):

I had gone into labour early. I was with Eva and Diego, making us all some lunch when it started. Eva rang Antonio but had no answer while Diego rang 911.

I arrive at Med with the kids after an ambo picked us up. Will rings Antonio until he manages to get ahold of him. Antonio is there as soon as he can and doesn't leave my side until the baby is born.

Lucas was born early on the 2nd of September.

P= Pain (How do they react to seeing you in pain due to the contractions? How do they handle seeing you in pain during labor?):

Antonio didn't like seeing me in pain but he knows what having a baby entails, so he just keeps reassuring me telling me it will all be worth it in the end.

Q= Questions (Do they ask the midwife a lot of questions? Do they keep asking if they are doing something right when they are doing something with the baby?):

No, he is super calm and when the baby is born he's muscle memory kicks in.

R= Resting (Do they get a lot of rest when the baby is born? Do they stay awake at night worrying about the baby?):

Lucas is a good baby. He sleeps when he needs to only waking up for a feed and nappy change giving both Antonio and I chance to sleep.

S= Singing to the Baby (Do they sing to the baby, or do they listen to you sing to the baby? What is their favorite song to sing to the baby?):

Antonio will hum to the baby, but only when he thinks I'm not listening.

T= Talking to the Baby (Do they use baby talk?):

We both find we do talk differently to the baby, just more softly and quietly.

U= Underneath the Man/Woman's Heart (How do they truly feel about having a child? Do they feel as though they are ready for a baby?):

Although it wasn't planned for that year Antonio was excited to have a baby. I was the one who didn't feel ready and Antonio would have to keep reassuring me that we will be ok.

V= Vision as in Supervision (Do they keep a close eye on the baby? Do they have someone watching the baby at all times?):

Yes. Antonio is very protective, only letting certain people watch him. Especially after Diego being kidnapped, Antonio because even more protective wanting to make sure that any tough case didn't come home with him.

W= When the Baby is Born (What day is the baby born. Are they off work? At work?):

Lucas was born on the 2nd September at 11:31 am after being in labour for nearly 24 hours. Antonio was at work when he found out. Voight allowed Antonio 3 weeks paid leave, but Antonio couldn't sit still so ended up doing paperwork for those 3 weeks.

X= X-mas (What's their first Christmas like?):

We had Eva and Diego this this. I felt like I true family especially when Antonio proposed to me!

Y= Yawning (How tired do they get when dealing with the baby? Their reaction to the baby yawning?):

Antonio will yawn every time Lucas does. Thankfully because Lucas is such an easy baby we get plenty of sleep so neither of us are that tired.

Z= ZZZ (How much sleep after the baby is born?):

Plenty. We are able to mostly sleep through the night and if we are tired the following day we can take a nap while Lucas is asleep.

[eva-knits12]

Welcome Harper Marie Shea

Summary: Harper Marie Shea is born.

Trigger Warning: Pregnancy, labor, swearing, fluff

As of right now, on this bleak day in March, I am sitting on my recliner, at 39 1/2 weeks pregnant. Colin and I have already painted the nursery, and we chose a simple Mother Goose and Beatrix Potter theme.

The infant seat was already loaded in the car. My hospital bag sat in the backseat, next to the infant seat. I was going through the list with Colin for what seemed like the millionth time.

"Colin, do we have my pajamas in the hospital bag?" I asked.

"Yes, honey. I also have the socks that you're knitting in there, Harper's baby sweater, baby booties, and her baby blanket in there. I also made sure that you have a change of underwear, a bra, a cardigan, the tennis balls, your toiletry bag, and the bamboo washcloths so you can shower", said Colin, doing his best to reassure me.

"What about my toothbrush, flossers, mouthwash, and toothpaste?" I asked.

Colin kissed me lovingly on my forehead.

"Honey, that's in you're toiletry bag. Along with your Chapstick, Vaseline, aluminum free deodorant, and the book you brought to read," Colin said.

I fiddled with the silver locket that I had since I was fourteen. The locket was now on a longer, sterling silver chain, and it now had a picture of Harper's first ultrasound in it. Above it, sat my gold eagle that was the emblem on the Polish flag.

To say that my hormones were raging right now was a massive understatement. My hormones were all over the map. Tomorrow, We go to Dr. Espisito for yet another appointment.

I looked at the crib, and I remembered when Colin was trying to build the crib.

"Son of a whore!"

"Colin! Watch your language in front of our daughter!"

"Sweetheart, you're not the one who is building the crib so our daughter has a place to sleep", Colin said. "Where are the fucking English instructions? Not everyone speaks Spanish!" yelled Colin.

"I can help you with the Spanish instructions, honey. You're looking at someone who speaks Spanish fluently", I said, trying to comfort him.

"Okay! You can help me if you just interpret the Spanish instructions"! Colin sighed.

I sat down on the rocking chair that Colin's parents had gotten us for the nursery.

"This rocking chair has seen every boy. It has seen every boy spit up on it, it has seen that every boy was rocked to sleep in it. It will serve Harper well." my future mother-in-law Esther said.

"Why haven't you built the crib, dear?" said Esther, looking saddened by the site of the cribless nursery.

"It hasn't arrived, yet, Esther. Colin will build it as soon as it arrives." I said, trying to get up. Esther helped me up.

"Being seven and a half months pregnant is NO picnic, Esther. My back is constantly hurting, my boobs are constantly sore, and I'm peeing constantly!"

"Dear, why don't you sit down for a while, and I'll fix you something to eat," said Esther.

Now, the crib has been built. I remember kicking Colin each part, while I was also interpreting the Spanish instructions. Colin's frustration had turned into annoyance. I was ready to call in one of his brother's or his dad, John, to finally build this damn crib.

I never heard so much cursing coming from a guy, outside of their favorite sports team losing.

Colin helps me into the car so we can see Dr. Espisito. He puts my seatbelt on, helping it get over my 39 1/2 week belly. I rubbed my belly, and Colin smiles at me lovingly.

"In a few days, we'll finally meet Harper," Colin said. "I can't wait to meet you, Harper. Mommy and Daddy love you very much", said Colin, and kissed my belly, where our daughter had just kicked.

Jen, the nurse, checked us in, and I had to pee, again, for what seemed like the millionth time that morning.

"That only means you're getting closer to delivery". said Dr. Espisito. She looked at the ultrasound, and everything looked normal.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you went into labor well before your due date, Eva. You're already at two and a half centimeters, and baby Harper is already in position. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you went into labor later today. Have you started having any contractions yet?" asked Dr. Espisito.

"I had a few today, but I thought it was just trapped gas", I said.

Colin backed me up. "What should we do if she starts having them again? They start and only last a few minutes, and they come about every six hours, and then subside. I've been giving her water, and rubbing her back to soothe them", said Colin.

"Those are Braxton Hicks contractions. It's just her body preparing for giving birth", said Dr. Espisto. "Just keep giving her a glass of water when they happen, and keep massaging her back", said Dr. Espisito.

Colin and I left the office, and went about our afternoon, as normal. Colin got me settled on the couch, put my knitting bag next to me, and put my feet in his lap.

"It won't be too long now, honey. I just want you to give birth to our strong and healthy daughter", said Colin, rubbing my feet. Dickens sat right by me, and refused to leave my side, even when Colin wanted to take Dickens for his evening walk.

I had fallen asleep, and after a few hours, I awoke with a start. Colin was next to me. I felt a very sharp pain, and I knew something was wrong.

"Colin! I think the baby's coming!" I screamed in pain.

"Oh shit! I'll call Dr. Espisito!" said Colin, trying to soothe me.

"Okay, Dr, Espisito said to call her again when you're water breaks, or your contractions get closer together. Since this is your first one, we'll start timing them."

Colin started timing my contractions. After several hours, I felt something cold and wet between my legs.

"COLIN! MY WATER BROKE! CALL DR. ESPISITO!" I screamed.

Colin called Dr. Espisito, and told her that my water broke.

"Dr. Espisito said to come in. She'll meet us at the hospital," said Colin. Colin grabbed the keys to the car, and helped load me in. Colin called his dad and his brothers, and they escorted us to the hospital.

"Just tell us when the baby's born, Colin" said Sean. "Eva, we love you, we're glad you've become a huge part of our family, and we can't wait to see baby Harper," said Sean, helping me get out of the car, and into a wheelchair that the security guard provided.

The nurse triaged me in the ER, and sent us right up to labor and delivery.

Colin helped get me into the hospital bed, and the nurse checked my vitals, and set me up on a fetal monitor.

Dr. Espisito entered the room, did her standard greeting, and checked to see how far along I was dilating.

"39 1/2 weeks is still early, but it's not too early. You're considered full term, and this just means that the baby is ready to be born." said Dr. Espisito.

"COLIN SHEA! DON'T EVEN COME NEAR ME! I FUCKING HATE YOUR FOR DOING THIS TO ME! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!' I screamed, as a contraction washed over me.

"I know you don't meant that, but that's what got us here in the first place!" said Colin, trying to lighten the mood.

I couldn't help but laugh. Colin was right, I didn't mean that. The doctors and nurses heard worse.

I felt another contraction wash over me.

"Okay, honey, breathe. Breathe." Colin said, soothingly, trying his best to soothe me. Colin was rubbing my back with a tennis ball. Earlier, he realized that he had left my hospital bag in the car, and had to go get it.

Dr. Espisito came in to check how far I was dilating, and she realized that I was at ten centimeters.

"Okay, we're going to get Eva into the delivery room, and she requested a water birth, so we have the birthing pool set up. All you need to do is get her in there, and get behind her, " said Dr. Espisito.

Colin got into his swim shorts, and got my bathing suit out to the side. Colin helped get me into the birthing pool, and Dr. Espisito was in her scrubs that were covered in waterproof plastic.

"Okay, Eva, on your next contraction, I need you to push through it. Don't breathe through it, push through it, said Dr. Espisito.

My contractions were now three minutes apart, so on my next contraction, I started to push.

"That's it, honey, you're doing great", Colin said, reassuringly.

I rested until the next contraction hit, and I pushed again. I continued the process for two hours, and then before I knew it, Harper was born.

"Is she born?" I asked, while resting.

"You are now the proud parents of a healthy baby girl," said Dr. Espisito. The nurse raised Harper above the water, and placed Harper on my chest, the umbilical cord still attached.

"She's beautiful," I said, tearing up. "Mommy loves you so much, baby Harper. You're the most beautiful and amazing baby," I said to Harper, trying to calm her between her cries.

"Hi, Harper. Daddy loves you so much, princess. I'm so happy you're here, and I never thought I'd love anyone as much as much as I love you and you're mom. You bring us so much joy, Harper," said Colin, trying to soothe Harper. "You're the most beautiful baby girl I've ever seen," Colin said lovingly, while trying to soothe Harper's cries.

The nurse clamped the cord, and told Colin to cut it. Colin cut the cord, and Harper was cleaned up, and her nose and mouth were cleared. Dr. Espisito rubbed the bottom of her foot, and Harper took a breath, which turned into another cry.

"Shh, shh, you'll be reunited with Mama, soon, little one. Shh, we just need to get you weighed, measured, and tested, said the nurse, trying to be soothing, but Harper wasn't having any of it.

Dr. Espisto had delivered the afterbirth, and that was not a pretty process. As I was delivering the afterbirth, Harper was measured, weighed, and Apgared.

I was in my bathing suit, and Colin was helping me dry off. He laid out my panties, and laid out my pajamas, along with my cardigan.

"Baby Harper is perfectly healthy. She weighs 7 pounds, 3 ounces, and is 19 and a half inches long. Baby Harper is a strong one, she scored in the normal range when we Apgared her.

Baby Harper was crying, and wouldn't stop until the nurse gave her back to me.

"Shh, shh. Harper, shh. I know, honey. Shh." Harper's cries were slowly subsiding. Colin and I were softly singing to her, and that calmed her. We were singing her some Beatles songs, including Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, but we changed Lucy to Harper. She was calming down, and had fallen asleep while I was holding her.

"Happy birthday, Harper," I said softly, and I then handed Harper to Colin, so he could hold her for a while.

"Hi, Harper. Daddy loves you very much. We're glad you're finally here," said Colin, who was now holding baby Harper, and he put one finger in her tiny palm, and she grabbed it, and refused to let go.

I had fallen asleep, and Colin laid Harper in her little cradle. Harper's cradle had her name, Harper Marie Shea, with her birthday, March 4, 2010, her weight and measurements, and the time she was born, which was at 9:05 a.m.

The day after, Harper Marie Shea was ready to go home. I had my hospital bag packed, and Colin was waiting for me to come out in the wheelchair. Dr. Espisito had wheeled me to Colin, with me holding Harper. She was already wrapped in her baby blanket, and I had dressed her in a white and pink onesie, with matching baby booties that I had knitted, along with a matching baby sweater.

Colin drove us home, while I napped in the front seat. Harper was sound asleep, and refused to wake up. Colin got the car seat out, and brought Harper in.

Dickens walked right up to Harper, and laid his head right next to her in the car seat.

"Dickens, that's the new baby. You've been protective of Harper from day one," I said, letting Dickens know that it was okay, Harper was here.

Colin and I let Harper sleep for a while longer, and Colin and I crashed on the couch. Colin kissed me lovingly on my forehead.

After a while, Harper woke up with a loud cry. I realized that she must have been hungry. I scooped up Harper, and pulled up my shirt, undoing my nursing bra. I released one of my breasts, and held Harper to it. Harper latched on.

"Is everything okay?" Colin said, rubbing his eyes.

"I need a bottle of water. Right now, Harper's hungry", I said as Harper refused to let go of my nipple. Colin got me a bottle of water, and opened it, and gave me a sip.

I burped Harper, and then I repeated the process with the other breast.

"Somebody must be hungry. Are you enjoying your lunch, Harper?" I asked, as Harper continued to feed.

I burped Harper again.

"Okay, Harper. Let's give you the grand tour," I said, holding Harper to my shoulder, and rubbing her back. I kissed Harper on the top of her brown locks. She had Colin's hair, but my brown/black eyes.

"This is the living room. Mom and dad watch a lot of movies in here, and we watch a lot of TV. You'll love family movie night, Harper. It will be mostly Disney movies, and the original Star Wars trilogy. You'll very much love that one. Next is the kitchen. Mom and dad eat in here a lot. You'll eat in here when you get much older," I said, planting another kiss to Harper.

"Next is the dining room, and we have a lot of holidays in here", I said. "You'll be in here when we have Easter."

I took Harper to the back of the house and went upstairs, stopping at one of the downstairs bathrooms along the way.

"Dad and I pee and poop in there a lot," I said. "You're lucky. You still need a diaper."

I took Harper to the back of the house. "That's Mommy and Daddy's room. We sleep in there, but don't enter without knocking. You don't want to see Mommy and Daddy wrestling," I said, bouncing Harper in my arms.

"This is the bathroom. Daddy and I shower and take a bath in here, besides peeing and pooping in here," I said.

"This is you're room, Harper. You'll love it, I said, looking at the book of nursery rhymes and the Beatrix Potter book of stories that I had since I was a baby. I even pulled down my old stuffed Paddington, which didn't fit with the theme, but it was sentimental to me. I had that Paddington since I was a baby.

Just then, Harper spit up. "Oh, Harper, did I bounce you too soon?" I said, looking at the little puddle of baby puke that Harper had thrown up a few minutes ago, that was now on my shoulder. Luckily, the burp rag caught all of it.

Colin came in, and saw what happened. I gave Colin Harper, and I changed my shirt. I also had to pee, so I did just that.

"Harper, spitting up on mommy isn't nice," scolded Colin, but couldn't help smiling. I couldn't help but laugh. That's one of the many things that I loved about Colin.

As Colin held her in the crook of his arms, and sat down in the rocking chair. He started to rock Harper, and was talking to her when Harper knitted her brow and wrinkled her nose, and started to cry.

"What's wrong, Harper?" Harper did it again.

"You need a change, don't you?" cooed Colin. Colin pulled out a diaper and the wipes, and laid Harper down on the changing table. Harper was grabbing at Colin's hands every time they got close enough. Colin was busy changing Harper's diaper, and trying to get a smile out of his daughter.

"I have successfully changed a diaper!" cheered Colin.

I had come in, seeing what Colin was cheering about, and I couldn't help but laugh. My lips crash onto his, and I told him how much I loved him, and how he makes even the most mundane things more enjoyable.

Colin and I were just enjoying this new chapter, and it had brought us nothing but bliss. I smile at Colin lovingly, and Colin returns the favor. We both kiss Harper good night, and then get to bed. Colin kisses me lovingly on my forehead.

"I love you, Eva. I love you so much. I can't wait until we're husband and wife", said Colin, giving me a deep and loving kiss.

"I love you, Colin. I love you so much. You brought me so much joy, and every day is a new adventure with you," I said, with tears filling my eyes. "I can't wait until we're married."

Two months later, Colin and I became husband and wife. We had Harper Marie as part of the ceremony, in which, our two month old slept through most of the ceremony.

[gornackeaterofworlds]

Know that I am gently batting you around for being amazing!

How about number 37 and 10 for any oc or oc’s of your choosing! ^W^

Know that I am consuming you whole in one big bite btw

10. If your character is an antagonist or something of the like, do they self-justify their actions? If so, how?

Marvel OCs:

Eva: She doesn't necessarily cross that territory once the lab holding her prisoner dissipated, but during training she did anything it took to make them happy, crossing any lines. When first brought into the program she'd refused, and so they found that if they hurt Evan, they could convince her to do what they wanted. So that's how she justifies any deed she feels guilty about throughout her life, that it's for Evan, to protect Evan, she gets to shuck the blame of the choice if it's for Evan.

Evan: He is a lot more intentionally morally grey than Eva. He was a terrified little boy before, but after learning about his dimension(9591), seeing Eva cause so much pain for his sake, spending years as a prisoner, he gets a very nihilistic streak. His mindset is that everything he does is just for his own survival, his own gain, and while it causes a little guilt, he rationalizes his actions with "it's worse for people in my/other dimension(s), so people here shouldn't complain." Refusing to allow empathy helps also.

TMNT OCs:

Anni: Huge antagonistic streak, but she swears nothing is her fault! It's all for a purpose, for the end goal! Illegal activities galore. Her defense? "The government sucks anyway." Emotional manipulation? "I simply had to, it's the only way to do/get [object]!" I don't think I made it very clear in my fic, and part of that was intentional, but she's a very manipulative, sly person. Though I'm taking a break, in one of the two posted chapters she manipulates Donnie into getting his phone number and getting to come over another day. Also outright coerces April into seeing the turtles, but that's worded more obviously. Barely thinks about the repercussions of these things until later, and it leads to deconstructing her child abuse.

Millie: It's all her traumatic past, promise!! Not a very big bad girl side, most of her "antagonistic" actions are more like lies by omission. Hiding things. Stealing. Doesn't like to burden others, especially her friends, with things that are so petty in comparison to their issues. Also slightly manipulative, but more of a "pulling very small specific strings to get the reaction she wants" way, like Anni's smaller manipulations. Rationalizes by playing dumb/ignoring it or just thinking that it's very small, inconsequential, but also doesn't want to haunt them.

37. What does your character want to change about themselves?

Marvel OCs:

Eva: Pre-main battle, slightly guiltily wishes she wasn't a mutant. Though for her, it's more about "if I wasn't special, I wouldn't have been brought to this dimension, and Evan wouldn't have gotten hurt because of me." Post-main battle, there's not a lot she'd change. Still holds onto that past sentiment, but in regards to the deceased 616 Eva instead of Evan. During this arc, she tries a lot of things and explores herself a lot, so there's a lot of self-love there.

Evan: Doesn't want to be a mutant, and this is very consistent throughout his life. He never goes back to 9591, but he's heard about it from other dimension-travelers and from Eva, who visited one time(and was veeery careful not to use her powers there). Terrified every day that the curse of that dimension will still affect him, so he's very hesitant to use his powers. Thankfully it doesn't affect his looks, so he can pretend, but because he's stuck by Eva's side, he's a little forced to use his powers on the team(though that ends after the main battle, since she's in the hospital, he kinda does whatever he wants and really likes being an average person)

TMNT OCs:

Anni: Her childhood her childhood her childhood. PLAGUED by "what if I was a normal civilian". Without getting into spoilers, she does eventually tone down the international criminal persona, even brokering a deal to go into witness protection while staying in New York(it helps that her main partner in crime(literally), her father, is dead)

Millie: Kinda...everything? In most iterations of Millie I've made, like for Rise, she doubles as a spidersona, and in those iterations she wishes she had been a normal human so she could've died with the rest of her dimension(she's a little stuck wandering the multiverse to find a dimension where the Krang lose..) In the iterations where she's typically not spiderman, like Bay, she'd probably change her looks or entire lifestyle to be prettier or more interesting. I'll admit she's a self insert bc I'm cringe shush. And that's what I'd change, so it applies to her as well.

[itsohh]

Residency

A/N: Female reader, hhhh got mad writiers block doing the transition in this one. Took me aagggeess to write sorry bout that lmao. I did this as a medical intern which is uh well quite different to a regular intern just cause I felt it would fit nicer.

Word count: 3675

Warnings: NSFT, smut, age gap, power imbalance

AO3

When you had originally started your path in medical care, you hadn't expected your residency to be one in a multinational secret military operation but that's you found yourself. After a day of housekeeping, introductions and tours you found yourself finally where you would be spending most of the time. The labs. Meghan who had helped you settle in, waved off as you walked in.

Normally in residency, you would be looking after patients but this unique opportunity lead to something a little different. A bright bubbly face greeted you. A woman, she had dark hair with equally dark eyes. The smile on her face was warm and inviting, obvious that she had been expecting you.

"Ah welcome, you must be the new intern. I'm Doctor Eva Grai, Gustaves busy at the moment but should join us soon. I'll introduce you around-" Her voice was cut off as a man slipped in next to you.

"A new intern huh? I didn't know you guys did that. I'm Håvard." He put his arm around your shoulders much to Eva's displeasure. She let out a sigh as her bubbly mood was crushed.

"This is Håvard. He's a paramedic from Nighthaven. Which means we, unfortunately, got stuck with him. Just ignore him if you can." She flicked his arm from your shoulder and glared at him.

"Aww come on Eva, you love me. You gotta let me get a photo with the cute new intern." Despite her negative attitude to the man he seemed unbothered as he brought his phone out and started to pose next to you.

Eva's eyes widened and curled her hand over the top of the phone. "No photography in the labs. How many times do I have to tell you this? I swear to god-"

"Doctor Grai!" Someone burst through the door nearby and all of your heads turned to face. "There's been a situation." She immediately snapped to action.

"With me." She gestured to you but the person at the door hesitated.

"Actually Eva it's uh a little… can we only have you please." Their voice dropped in embarrassment and Eva paused. "It's not that bad we just uh. You will see when you get there." Eva weighed her head for a moment before she nodded.

"Alright, I'll go deal with this. Gustave should be here in a moment. In the meanwhile, Håvard go back to work." She rushed off leaving you to the mercy of the influencer.

A grin formed on his face. "What are you working on Håvard?" You asked and his persona fully took over.

"All nothing to worry your little intern head about. I was actually about to get some coffee but do you mind getting me some? We can take a picture afterwards. That's what interns do right?" He flashed you a 6 million dollar smile and leaned back on one of the tables. The door opened behind you but it was the least of your worries as your blood boiled.

"No."

"No? Aww, come on what else-"

"I'm not going to take a selfie with you. I'm not going to get you a coffee. You can get your own coffee. I am a medical resident. I'm here to learn and gain practice. Even if I was your normal intern I wouldn't get you coffee as getting you coffee teaches me nothing. I am not your assistant and I will not be treated as such."  Before Håvard could reply, someone cleared their throat from behind you. Your insides died as you felt your body temperature drop, your face heating up as embarrassment consumed you. Hoping to sink into the floor you turned towards the doctor. However, he looked directly past you.

"Håvard perhaps it's best if you took a break." There was a calm but deadly glare on his face which prevented Håvard from talking back. With a pause, Håvard nodded before he sulked out of the room.

The man's shoulders relaxed and his death glare turned into a kind smile when he turned to you. "Apologies for Håvard. He's good at what he does but a bit of a pain. I'm Doctor Gustave Kateb welcome to Rainbow." He held out his hand and you introduced yourself and took his hand. He of course already knew who you were but wouldn't stop you from the pleasantries. "That man never knows how to read a room I swear." He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "But you seem to know how to look after yourself."

"Ah yeah sorry I uh don't normally lose my cool." You rubbed your face in slight embarrassment and he chuckled lightly under his breath.

"Ah don't worry about it. He certainly knows how to push buttons. You aren't the first person to tell him off and won't be the last. I'm just glad he didn't get hit this time. Means more time patching him up." Your brows shot up and Gustave leaned on one hand.

"Does that happen often?"

"I've seen him get slapped on the odd occasion. He hasn't crossed any true lines yet." Gustave paused while he gave you a slight look of guilt for his co-worker's behaviour. "I apologise for your first day being like this." He let out a sigh. "This isn't how I had hoped for us to meet."

"Oh Dr Kateb it's fine really, I wouldn't have gotten through medical school if I broke over every small thing."

"Speaking of medical school, why did decide to become a doctor?" He pulled out a stool that was tucked under the lab tables and you mirrored him with the stool behind you.

"I think I've always wanted to help people as cheesy and cliche as it is." You let out a small laugh under your breath.

"Why join us in Rainbow? It's not a very typical residency."

"The position was open yeah?" He chuckled at your answer and rolled his eyes a little, all in good fun. "Well, despite academic reasons alone. I've always wanted to do everything I can to help which means if I can help prevent people from needing to go to the ER in the first place…" Your eyes trailed off. "I'm no combatant. I'm here to support though. I suppose in the bottom line, Dr Ketab, I want to find where I fit best."

"An admirable goal."

"One I hope to meet."

"Do you have plans if you decide this isn't where you fit best?"

"Hmm, probably continue my residency back in a normal house I suppose." You shrugged. "I'm not without options."

"Good, it's always important to have options open. Especially at your age."

Just as you were about to open your mouth the door opened and both your heads snapped towards the direction of the sound. Eva had a haunted but tired look on her face as she entered the room. It lit up slightly as she took in the scene before her.

"Oh good the pair of you met! Saves me having to introduce the pair of you. Anyway now that's taken care of, we can show you around and start getting you involved."

"Sounds good." You nodded before your eyes turned slightly to meet Gustaves. He held a kind smile on his face, directed towards you.

-

"You can call me by my first name if you wish." Gustave spoke up as the pair of you worked on paperwork in his office.

"Huh?" You looked up momentarily. You had been working with him for almost a month now. The pair of you quickly created a rhythm that truly showed off your synergy.

"You call most people on base by their first name. But not I."

"Well, your my mentor, besides, everyone else told me to call them by their first name." You hummed as you continued to work. Silence filled the air for a moment before you spoke up again. "But if want me to. I can do that, Gustave." His name rolled off your tongue as you tested it out. Your eyes flew up to gauge his reaction to your voice. His eyes were cast down but they weren't actively doing anything. They were completely still starting at the same spot on the paper while his hand clenched his pen a little harder. You watched as his throat bobbed while the lightest hue of red dusted across his cheeks.

It was a reaction neither of you had expected. But one that delighted you. "Of course, if you changed your mind, I can continue to call you by your title, Doctor." There was something about the way you spoke that make it a tease, dancing on the thin line boundary line of your workplace relationship. Quick to enjoy each other's company and quick to create a friendship since that very day you met.

"Gustave is fine." He finally managed.

"If there's anything else you wish to be addressed as I would be happy to oblige."

"That's very considerate of you." He finally managed to get a hold of himself.

"It's the least I could do. I mean my respect for you is immeasurable." At your words Gustave closed his eyes, a huff leaving his mouth under his breath. The word 'respect' danced on his mind while he mentally chased himself for the thoughts that had started to drift. Half his age and while you were, in fact, a doctor, you were still his mentee.

Those thoughts were cut off as your hand made contact with his wrist. "You're looking a bit tired there, would you like me to go get you a cup of coffee?"

"No, no. That's not your job, I can get some." He didn't move away from your contact. Gustave's chest melted as he heard your light laugh in response.

"Of course, it's not my job, I'm asking because I want to help you out, Gustave. In any way that I can." He opened his mouth as he tried to decipher your words. If they had a second meaning to them. "Because I care about you." You squeezed his wrist and offered him a smile, his face now finally turned to face you.

There in the latest hours of the afternoon, the pair of you stared at each other. So incredibly close, with only a desk in between you. "You're a remarkable man Gustave, say the word and I'll do it."

"I don't deserve such reverence. Nor such a power over you." As quiet as a whisper with dry lips he replied.

"Don't worry. I'm a grown woman. I always have the final say on my own actions." You had leaned forward. In a standoff, the pair of you continued to keep eye contact. Heart hammering in your chest, you leaned forward and rest your head on your hands. Elbows supporting them on the desk if it hadn't been in such close proximity to his face you would have been completely innocent.

"The question is. How can I help you?" Your brow cocked up at the end of your sentence while he froze in place, his eyes flickering over yours, examining every micro-expression you had to offer.

"We shouldn't." He mumbled out, wrestling with himself and what he knew was right.

"If I'm correct, Eva's the one that oversees all formalities."

"I'm your mentor."

"That you are."

"Your half my age."

"Right again." His brows narrowed at your voice while his hand clenched slightly. Gustave liked you, a lot. Far too much for his own good. From that very first moment, he knew he enjoyed that fire inside of you. A fire that was now directed at him. Gustave could see it deep in your eyes. The implications were loud and clear yet he noticed the way you hadn't made the first move. You were waiting for him to do that. Gustave had been in this situation before, it wasn't the first time that a co-worker hit on him, and it wasn't the first time it was someone below him either. Yet it was the first time he actually returned the feelings.

Patiently you waited, your eyes on his face. Stealing every emotion that crossed it. "So, Gustave. How can I help you?" You punctured the sentence out with a purr and leaned ever so slightly closer towards him.

Gustave swallowed and the last thread of restraint snapped. He suddenly surged towards you, his lips smashing on yours in a messy open mouth kiss. As he grabbed your face, your hands slips from under your chip and came to wrap around him. Tangling over his shoulder, your knuckles brushed against his back. The floodgates had opened with your kiss and neither of you held anything back.

As your lips assaulted each other, light hums and wet noises of satisfaction filled the air. The pair of you rose up from your seated position and you were the one to crawl into his desk, your lips never leaving his.

Gustaves absent kindly pushed away any paperwork in your path and when you knelt he suddenly hooked his fingers onto the under of your knees. Originally you had expected him to be soft, and gentle. So often was he such a kind and caring man. Yet there was always something deep below, a tiredness that never went away with sleep. A constant restraint. One that he finally let out. Gustave sat back down in his chair and pulled you off the desk safely into his lap so that your kneeled form mounted his with ease. Almost immediately after you got comfortable, you started to slowly grind down against him.

Gustave hissed against your lips as your clothed cunt dragged against equally as clothed cock. The combined thin material of both your clothing did little to create a barrier as you could quite easily feel the firm outline that strained against his pants.

As your lips finally parted from his, your forehead rested against him. Lips wet with a small line of saliva connected the pair of you. His lips were slightly swollen while he painted ll\out. The grip of his hands on your thighs was hard and firm, leaving intents where he controlled you.

Gustaves dragged your hips against his. "Doctor." You moan as he bruised your thighs, the friction stimulating you as much as him. A wicked smile on his face curved up.

"Doctor." He replied. Much to his displeasure, you lift your hips off his. A giggle bubbled out and you kissed his lips in assurance.

"I can't get your cock out while I'm on it now can I?" He groaned at your sultry voice and his grip loosened. You slipped off his lap for a moment and his hands immediately went to his belt. Consumed in lust his eyes roamed over your body as you undid your own pants and stepped out of them. As his cock quite literally sprung free from his restraints he let out a sigh mixed with a groan. Normally tired eyes were lit up with life and he had expected you to just take off your pants but as you slowly walked towards him, your fingers undid your button shirt.

Your bra gave him a pornographic display of your breasts, held up on display by your bra. While Gustave wasn't a boob guy, he certainly didn't dislike the view. His eyes ate up the sight, his dick throbbing with need. You were like an angel, impossible to be real. Gustave so desperately didn't want to mess up whatever relationship the pair of you had.

With his cock free you found your way back onto his lap, his time your skin made contact with his hot skin. A touch you couldn't never get sick of.

A chill crept over your shoulder and you noticed Gustave had frozen. "Gustave?" Fear ran through your body while he stared up at you.

"Promise me you won't regret this." A wave of relief washed over you and you smiled at him. Slowly you dragged your cunt over his cock, the length of it blessed between your folds.

"I promise." That last single strain of doubt left him at your assurance and he slipped back into his earlier lust-consumed state with ease. The tension left his shoulders only to be replaced by your hands. Gustave nipped his way up your neck, his hands on the back of your ass. His nails dug into your flesh before he pulled you slightly up only to direct his tip at your entrance.

Gustave let you pick the place to sit down on his cock. Finally, fill with him, you buried your face into his neck while he leaned back against his office chair. Your vice grip choked his dick as you rolled your hips against his.

"Please." You whimpered just under his ear. It was all the encouragement he needed. A gasp left your lips in surprise as he picked you up and lay your back on the desk. His hands found their anchor on your legs and he started to piston into you. Like a starved man tasting water for the first time, he fucked you. Hard slams of his hips against you echoed in the room while Gustave's eyes bore into yours.

The first he had seen in your eyes reflected on his face. "That's it mon cher. You take me so well." The thickness of his cock stretched you and every time his hips hit yours you couldn't help but gape out. Gustave leaned over you. Still stealing your eye contact, he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. "Next time I'm having you on my tongue."

"There's- oh fuck right there- going to be a next time?" His lips curled into a smile and he let out a small laugh.

"You’ve spent the last week rather blatantly flirting with me only for a one-time thing?” He hummed out, his voice turning into a groan while he fucked into you.

“Ah, my flirting wasn’t that blatant.” Your voice was chopped up from the impact of his hips meeting yours, body flowing with his. “It wasn’t my fault you couldn’t take the hint.” you managed to get out under your breath.

“I was trying to be professional.” Your head titled with a laugh on your lips, your eyes pointing towards the way he disappeared inside of you.

“Trying was the keyword.” He made a light slap on the bottom of your thigh which sent a small jolt of pain to mix with the pleasure of his cock. A small punishment for your cheekiness. A small reflection of expression on both your faces as you lost yourselves in each other.  Gustave buried himself inside of you and his eyes shut. His neck boobed while he swallowed, his lips parting while he stopped himself from getting too close.

“You alright there, Doctor?” Your voice didn’t have the depth behind it as you had intended, it ended up being a breathy moan rather than the teasing statement you wished it to be. Gustave didn’t reply, only repeating the earlier action of giving your thigh a light slap. He pushed into you as deep as he possibly could, his eyes pointed and dilated. Still, inside of you, his fingers found their way to your cunt, the tip of his index finger brushing feather-light over your clit.

Slowly he dragged his finger down until you made a small jolt, he found his mark. Your eyes widened as he started to circle your clit with three fingers, the action causing you to flinch against him. His eyes hooded and devilish, he didn't mind at all. Gustave's grip tighten and his fingers moved away only for a second so he could hook his arm around your leg to keep it still.

“Oh fuck, Gustave.” your moans echoed in the room, trapped by the soundproof walls. Then he started to move. Careful to allow himself to keep up with the masturbation of your clit, he dragged his thick cock in and out. Your cunt was tense around him, desperate to milk it dry. He kept up his fingers. Mouth wide in an ‘o’ shape you came, a sense of relaxing calm consumed your body as you clenched around him. Gustave groaned at the feeling as your eyes closed, drunk on your orgasm and the feeling of him.

The doctor stopped rubbing your clit but continued to thrust into you, his own edge roaring to go as your walls grip him impossibly tight. Gustave let go of your thigh with his arm, his hand came to the desk for purchase when he finally pulled himself from you. Down from your high, you were in full control of your senses to witness him come undone. Eyes hodded he groaned out as his seed shot out over your stomach, some of it squirting on the edges of your bra.

Gustave stroked his cock while his seed was lava hot on your skin, coating it. Loud breaths left his mouth as he came down from his high. His eyes fluttered and his firm grip around his cock became gentle and he let it go. A rather smug and satisfied look decorated your face which brought a smile to his own. There was a certain glow to the man, rejuvenated and alive. He cleared his throat and walked over to the nearby cupboard to retrieve some paper towels.

“You were right.” You finally spoke up and he looked over his shoulder for a moment at the sound of your voice.

“About?”

“I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.” His shoulders shook as he laughed, shaking his head before he turned back to the cupboard. It was, of course, a mutual feeling.

[vivern-of-nosgoth]

All of these "Whyyy?" RE8 posts made me think that The Megamycete is literally a zomby mushroom or kind of parasitic flatworm. For example, Ophiocordyceps unilateralis (zombie-ant fungus) makes the ant to leave his anthill and control it till death, then grows from the ant's head, rupturing to release the spores. The ant behaves illogically, completely obeying the fungus.

Same with Leucochloridium paradoxum (the green-banded broodsac), parasite gets in the body of the snail, grows, then moves in her eye stalks, shaking inside them, imitade caterpillars. Parasite forces the snail stay in the light, to attract birds, their next feed station. Again, irrational behavior. Sooo…

Miranda and all Lords have kind of hyperfixation:

Alcina - blood (drown out hunger to keeping her self-control).

Karl - revenge (not freedom! Just I'll-show-you-all-you-fuckers)

Moreau - mom's appreciation (Mom look! I did cadou for you! And forgot to have some bed, normal food and clothes and home as well, I don't need it I need you first)

Donna - fear to be noticed (Don't look at me, I'm not here anyway, look at the dolls, so many of them)

And of course Miranda - her daughter (listen, she or The Megamycete make her Narcissistic as hell, I think she perceives Eva as her one and only justification of her own existence. Like without her Miranda is nothing and have nothing. Who is the father?!).

Cadou. Ok, Moreau used it to get mom's attention.

Donna just takes it out of her poor eye socket and.. Puts her cadou..In her dolls? Why, girl? New friends? Oh. So you need some company after all.

Alcina could obey Miranda's orders and experimented on her "bad" maids.. All of them. All of her staff. She don't even imprisoned them to have blood all the time, you know, just feed the bitches and take their blood, they could to be donor for at least 10-20 years. Now she haven't fresh blood and maids. Who washes your dresses now, ma'am? They are dirty you know..

Why the hell Karl needs this cadou shit if he can made some giant meat grinders? (hi Sturm, we love you, but goddamnit) Or use his electromagnetism to burn out enemies nervous system? Put Miranda in iron egg? Answer german boy, answer!

Miranda. Well, at first fuck you, at second - why didn't she.. Has a new baby in natural way? You know. Find some healthy rich bitch, shapeshift into his waifu (literally) and get the whole package? Her body has the best touch with Megamycete, so why not? Put Eva in a fresh kid and hooray. She didn't give a fuck about Eveline anyway, so what the problem. Or I don't know, brood Karl and Donna, or Karl and village girls, also whole tumblr is full of monsterfuckers just make some posts, furries will take all of lycans I swear

All of them used or spread cadou. If they achieved their goals - they wouldn't care about Megamycete anymore. So. Hyperfixation. Irrational behavior. Cadou. Spores. Parasitism. More.

Megamycete made them to continue their way to blind alley or to completely fall, because their victory is megamycete's end of feeding.

[enjolraspermettendo]

I was bored so I played Bitlife as Grantaire and added the others as custom characters:

So, I was born as R Grantaire on the 14th of August and my parents are Anna Grantaire (22) and Paul Grantaire (26). The mother has an Italian name so I'm keeping my headcanon that R is Italian

R has Looks at 78% so he's beautiful, suck my dick Hugo

Oh okay, R's three years old and he just got a baby brother named Victor, which, weird, because I didn't put Victor Hugo as a custom person. This is completely random and almost scary

Oh okay, apparently R and Victor hate each other.

Wait I just realized R is blond, of all things. Gonna dye his hair as soon as I can

R is 6 years old and started school; Mme Thenardier is a classmate, definitely staying away...

Oh we're getting bullied. I decided not to react since he always accepts and makes even worse insults to himself in canon

R has low smarts and I can't make him keep good grades :(

R started Jiu-jitsu classes

R is 11 and he just received another baby brother named Noah

I just made R join his Middle school's Politics club LMAO

OH a classmate named Napoleon Bonaparte, who is also a popular kid, just asked R out. I'll accept just because, I mean, I can make R hookup with Napoleon, think about it

Grantaire and Napoleon are officially boyfriends

Grantaire has been elected secretary of the politics club

Cosette and R are classmates!!! Gonna befriend her because Cosette and R friendship is precious

R is 14 and 1) his parents gave him yet another sibling, a sister named Victoria seriously guys, learn how to put a condom on, they've all been caused by it slipping off, and 2) R JUST GOT ELECTED AS PRESIDENT OF THE POLITICS CLUB

R started secondary school and joined the dance club; he also started working as a part time golf caddie

VICTOR HAS BEEN BULLIED AND CALLED RACIAL SWEARS AND NO, WE'RE NOT OKAY WITH IT. GONNA FIGHT THE MOTHERFUCKER

The game said I can't attack him cause he lives in Afghanistan and I am in France???? What???? How does he go to school with Victor???? I'm confused

R and Feuilly are classmates so I made them become friends :)

R is 18 and his parents divorced :(

R started studying arts at university. Eponine is a classmate BUT SHE REFUSED TO BEFRIEND GRANTAIRE

Grantaire and Napoleon broke up 😣

Grantaire came out as gay. Uhm, we been knew honey

classmate Hugo Fontaine asked R out but he got rejected

R and Combeferre are now friends. Eponine keeps rejecting Grantaire

R's mum just married a very rich guy named Rousseu but he hates Grantaire sike. R calls him "bro"

R's dad remarried too, she's normal. R calls her "sis". She has a daughter called Juliette, so now she's R stepsister

Grantaire graduated and started a position as Junior graphic designer!

Grantaire started drinking wine

Oh okay, R and Bahorel are now dating

They broke up

Bishop Myriel asked R out on a date... R refused, sorry it's too weird even for me

R and Montparnasse are dating. Damn R you really go around

They broke up. And R started dating Courfeyrac

They lasted two years

BOTH MARIUS AND JEAN VALJEAN HAVE ASKED R OUT GODDAMN

Grantaire and Enjolras are dating!!! (yes It's because I wanted it to be like this shut up)

Okay, I looked at Enjolras's info and I shit you not, he graduated in political science. He's a real estate agent tho

Enjolras came out of the closet as gay

Grantaire proposed to Enj and he accepted 🥺🥺

They got married at the beach and went to Pompeii for their honeymoon 🥺🥺🥺

Feuilly got married to a certain Mila

Grantaire is now an uncle! His brother Victor fathered a baby girl called Camille!

Grantaire and his brother Noah got in trouble for dancing in the middle of a road 😬 they've been declared not guilty tho

Grantaire and Enj adopted a little girl named Iris!!!!

Enjolras and Grantaire have been married for 10 years :)

For some reason the game is not proposing the other custom characters I added sike

They adopted another girl named Eva 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Cosette had a son called David Antoinette. The father is unknown

Grantaire's stepfather died of Hepatitis C

Feuilly pranked R by setting 15 alarms on his phone hours before he was supposed to wake up

Grantaire's brother Noah fathered a boy named Ethan

Eva wants a cockatiel so OF COURSE WE'LL GET HER A COCKATIEL

We got her a cockatiel named Ronda :)

Enjolras and Grantaire have been married for 20 years

Grantaire's father died of leukemia ☹️ Grantaire and his siblings inherited quite a lot

Eva and Iris started secondary school 😭 they grow up so fast

While at a soccer game a brawl started between parents... So of course Grantaire joined in

Feuilly and R went partying. 55 years old and still kicking

Iris and Eva graduated 🎉

Grantaire's mum died of tuberculosis

Ronda the Cockatiel died too of dehydration after her water bottle malfunctioned :(

Eva moved out

Iris is a writer, while Eva is a cadet at the police 😬 imagine the tension at home.

Grantaire just befriended Joly!!!! Joly is married to a Charlotte Clement

Grantaire's stepmother died of Aids

Eva has been promoted to patrolman

Joly and Grantaire are officially best friends

Enjolras retired (both him and R are 62 now)

Eva has been promoted to Trooper. Enjolras must be going crazy

Feuilly has invited R to do mushrooms so of course he accepted

Eva has been promoted to corporal

Grantaire retired (he's 67)

Eva has been promoted to sergeant

Enjolras is nagging at Grantaire to buy a car so R bought a purple lambo 😎

Feuilly keeps inviting Grantaire over for drugs and OMG FEUILLY YOU'RE ALMOST 80 STOP IT

IRIS GOT MARRIED!! To a certain Paul Girard

NOOOO FEUILLY DIED OF FUCKING EBOLA

Iris had a baby girl named Alice 🥺🥺🥺 Grantaire and Enjolras are grandpas 😭😭

Omg, now that Feuilly is dead Combeferre is the one that keeps offering drugs

Iris had another daughter named Olivia 😭😭😭😍😍😍

Eva just had a son named Ethan 😭😭😭 there three grandchildren now omg

4 grandchildren!!!!! Iris gave birth to a girl named Lina!!!!!!

Grantaire's brother Victor just died :(

Omg the grandchildren are starting to go to school, my heart cant

NOOOOO JOLY DIED

Grantaire's brother Noah died too

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO ENJOLRAS DIED IN HIS SLEEP 😭😭😭😭 at 91 tho which is way better than canon

COMBEFERRE DIED TOO FUCKING FUCK

Grantaire died at 93. Game over. Here is the grave:

[not-poignant]

I don't know if you've talked about this before, but how do you create such complex and realistic characters? How do you even begin? I adore your writing and have read even the parts that generally squick me, that's how good your stories are. Thank you for sharing them with us. Also, I'm so looking forward to new worlds you create.

You know I’ve been thinking about this since I got the ask and all I can think of is ‘just because you can write it doesn’t mean you know dick about teaching it’ lmao.

I love making characters, and I love when they feel real. That process happens pretty organically for me, I don’t have like a ‘process’ for it anymore, which means I don’t have a process to teach anymore, which sucks. BUT, there were things I used to do in the very beginning that helped:

1. Write down three flaws about your character that are going to change, and then write down three flaws about your character that aren’t going to change. Where are the things they absolutely double down on? What habits can they not break, no matter what? This can tell you a lot about a character’s personality! It also gives you a plot compass - no matter what happens, you need to change those first three flaws, and you need to find reasons for the other three not to change.

2. This exercise I wrote about a while back, which ended up becoming one of my most viral writing posts, might actually be pretty useful to bring the Cafe Exercise back again. (Holy shit it has over 1,000 notes what)

3. Tbh if you do the cafe test you’ll be in a pretty good place, but let me think... Researching their culture, their heritage, their parents, their friends. Learn more about them by what they’re surrounded by. Are they the kind of character to lean into their heritage? Or lean away from it? Fenwrel is from Kerala, but her name isn’t Indian, because Fluri (and Fluri’s mother) were rebels. Fenwrel didn’t like that, so she named all of her kids with Indian names, and leaned into her heritage, it’s why she’s also always wearing Indian clothing. Obviously these things about her character are shaped by her mother, and her grandmother, as well as how she relates to her own culture.

4. You don’t have to know everything about your character before you start writing them. I cannot - CANNOT - underscore this enough. You WON’T know everything about your character before you start writing them. You’re getting to know them too! Now, not everyone does it the same way I do, if you have to know everything, then you don’t want to be writing characters the same way I do and that’s fine. But the way I do it, I deliberately don’t seek to find out everything, and some things I don’t even want to know. I think sometimes it’s more powerful to know a character has a secret, and to leave hints about that, but to let it reveal itself to the author and reader at a later point (this, for example, was the case with Gwyn being Unseelie - I didn’t know that when I started writing him, but you can still see signs of it all over the place, because I wrote him as a character concealing a secret from me, the reader, and it was big enough to have large ramifications if anyone discovered it).

5. This one may seem less major, but dialogue quirks. Augus says ‘all right’ instead of ‘okay.’ Gwyn says ‘okay’ instead of ‘all right’ despite largely talking in more formal language than Augus. Augus is more likely to be vulgar or swear. Mosk is more likely to tell someone what he doesn’t want to do, and he’s more likely to say ‘I don’t’ than ‘I do.’ He speaks more informally, and like Ash, doesn’t care much about Courtspeak. Eran speaks in clear, concise sentences - his language is as honest and authentic as he is.

Your dialogue quirks don’t have to be an obvious accent, they can be a handful of phrases that your character will say on occasion. The way they swear or curse, how they hedge in a sentence, how they describe something they like or don’t like, default ways they praise something or say they hate something. But it can be good to write down a dialogue reference sheet for your characters (you can do a practice run on characters in a movie or TV show that you feel are really distinct, what about their dialogue makes them that way? (and, attached to this, their actions and gestures)).

It’s normal for most authors to eventually revert at times to using their own ‘voice’ for a character’s voice. One of the things I do most regularly is edit dialogue to make sure it’s something that character would say in that way. It’s not just enough to be like ‘would they say this?’ you also have to ask ‘are they saying it the way I would? Or are they saying it the way they would?’ A character dialogue reference sheet gives you a clear compass, and will snap you back into their dialogue space.

Like, I strongly believe dialogue can lift a character off a page in one or two lines, it’s why I think my OCs in fanfiction like Adelais, or Gwyn (heh), or Anton, or Eva etc. all become their own people who feel like they belong in the narrative.

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Those are the main things. I don’t do those every time. I do actually have dialogue reference sheets for Mosk and Eran. But I don’t do the cafe test anymore for my own characters. The ‘what changes what stays the same’ exercise is one of my favourites, it’s so deceptively simple, but it gives you the fundamentals of a character really quickly. It’s probably one of the first things I do when I’m brainstorming a new story and figuring out my characters these days. :D

If you want me to explain anything more, or talk about any other parts of this, please let me know!