#in main verse she's gonna be an only child

[crucifixi]

⠀⠀⠀ Wolfwood's eyes danced with amusement as he watched Yuffie react. The determined set of her shoulders, the quick flash of irritation, and the hint of cunning in her eyes. He recognized the moment her realization clicked into place, and it only made him smile wider.

❛ Well, that's what I heard. What's the matter, bite size? Scared of a little ghost story? ❜

The undertaker grins with all teeth, before turning on his heel to continue their investigation.

❛ Again? You have a knack for getting into interesting situations, don't ya? ❜

He repeated, a chuckle escaping his lips at her mention of being a past sacrificial pawn. He then turned to follow her gaze to the building behind him, his eyes narrowing slightly. He turned back to her, his smirk widening into a genuine grin.

❛ And don't worry, I won't let ya get strung up for any sacrificial nonsense. Not on my watch. Angels aren't all they're cracked up to be. ❜

Wolfwood mused, glancing up and down the deserted streets. He then stepped back, extending his arm towards the crumbling town.

❛ So, shall we continue our investigation? After you, fearless mini leader. Let's see what other 'interesting situations' we can find in this ghost town. ❜

a  thrill  shivers  up  the  length  of  her  spine  ;  her  eyes  widening  just  a  fraction  beneath  wolfwood’s  attention.  the  concept  eerily  on  the  edge  of  ick  &  no  thank  you  —  &  she’s  just  about  to  voice  as  much  when  she  picks  up  on  his  underlying  intentions.  it  took  a  second,  sure,  but  her  hind-brain  has  finally  kicked  back  into  gear  &  she  got  there,  thank  you  very  much.    

what  a  cheeky  bastard.  —-  

&  just  like  that,    he  just  easily  became  one  of  her  favorite  people  on  this  dust-caked  planet.     deciding  that  she  too,  can  play  this  game  &  probably,  using  her  covert  training  to  her  advantage,  yuffie  pales  ;  lips  parting  as  her  gaze  shifts  &  re-focuses  first  on  the  building  directly  behind  him.  “seriously?”  her  shoulders  slump  ;  exasperation  clouding  her  countenance.  “why  do  these  things  always  hafta  happen  when  i’m  on  th’  job.”  she  pauses  with  a  prominent  sniff,  her  weight  pivoting  to  her  left  heel  as  she  continues  to  glances  around  ;  intently  surveying  their  surroundings  “listen.”  yuffie  quips,  brows  drawing  high  into  her  fringe.  “i’m  not  being  strung  up  for  any  sacrificial bs.  not  again.    once  was  more  than  enough.”  &  then,  quieter,  she  mutters  a  “whysit  always  gotta  be  angels…i  could  live  without  another  angel  encounter.” 

@crucifixedsin , continued

[sofasoap]

A quiet moment  – John Price 

Pairing :  John Price x f!reader.

Summary: Marriage, Baby and life. Fluff and domestic feels. 

This is part of the “Mini” MacTavish universe, but the reader isn’t “ Mini”. Continuation of Little secret and Learning to let go.

“masterlist” for prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Price knocked on the door gently, but there was no response.  Slowly he opens the door to the infirmary, finding you sleeping , curling up in the chair, head in a bizarre angle , in front of the desk. Piles of unfinished paperworks scattered on the side, laptop screen showing you were halfway through typing your report before you dozed off to sleep. The coffee he brought you this morning, untouched. Price is worried about you. You seem to be a bit off lately. Getting tired more easily, not sleeping well at all. Your appetite also changed. You were a big eater before, sometimes you can eat more than him. Now you tend to nibble on crackers and trail mixes, skipping main meals. 

He notices you tend to overwork yourself, no matter how much he nag you not to overexert. Your sense of duty and focus always overcomes your common sense of looking after yourself. 

You startled awake when Price touches your shoulder. “John?”

“ Love, you're gonna strain your neck if you sleep like that. .. and you are drooling.”

Wiping your mouth, embarrassed, “ I am not… and what are you doing here?” “ Wondering why my wife isn’t in bed with me.”

The two of you got married a few months ago after a long courtship. Both of you are pretty low key type of people, and none of you wanted a lavish wedding.: I have cut ties with my family,  you said to him once, and he doesn’t have any close family around anymore. So at the end, with your friends Doc and Ghost by the side as witnesses, Price and you got married in the registry office. The only other people who knew about the marriage was the HR team. 

“You are overworking yourself too much lately, are you sure you are Ok?”

“.... Never been better.” he can sense you are lying, hiding something from him. But he doesn’t press on. Until one day after he came back from a mission he couldn’t find you. Not in your shareroom, not in the infirmary, or anywhere on site. “Captain.”  Doc called out to him as they spotted Price storming down the corridor.  He takes a deep breath before turning around, trying not to show the panic that is slowly building up in his stomach. 

Doc looked left and right, making sure there were no other people in close proximity before they whispered, “She’s in hospital. Got sent there two days ago.”  Price threw a few words of gratitude over his shoulder as he turned around and rushed towards the address Doc provided.

“Oh hey darling, you are back.” You greet him lightly as you look up from your tablet, sitting in the hospital bed. 

How can you be so calm still while on a drip and looking so pale? Just as he was ready to launch another lecture, you seemed to be able to read his mind and interjected before he opened his mouth.

“ Before you tell me off…” you reach over to the side table, grabbing a little print out and handing it over to him. It’s a picture of an ultrasound.

“... John?” No reply. He pulled a chair in and sat down. Stunned. “Are you going to say something?” Voice wavered as your face crumbled a bit. He’s going to be a father. Something that he never thought of. Hell, he never expected to be married or even to be in a relationship with anyone years ago. And here he is,having the first glance of his future child. A soft smile grew on his face. He reached out and grabbed your hand. “Did you know?”

“... I had an inkling for a while.”

“ Why didn’t you tell me?”

“... I wanted to be sure first.” You look down at your finger, fidgeting away.” Plus, things have been so busy at work I… “ He sighed. “ You need to take better care of yourself. Not just for yourself,” He leans over and places his hand on your abdomen,” For the bub, and for me too. Please.” You nodded your head. After getting discharged from the hospital, you found out that you will no longer be staying on site at the base. John has signed a lease for a house nearby, more suitable for a growing family. What surprised you even more was, everything was moved and new furniture was already in place, even the nursery. Full of toys. “.... I might have gone a bit overboard.” Price admitted sheepishly. 

“We don’t even know if it's a boy or girl yet.” You chuckled. “ Hence why I bought both….” you rolled your eyes as he commented.” Plus it doesn’t matter. They can play with whatever they want.” He pulled you in from behind and rested his hand on your slightly growing stomach. “ Thought of the name for the bub yet?” You lean your head back into his neck. “ I was thinking of Grace for a girl… or Kyle if it’s a boy.” he kisses your head. “ I like that.” “ Well, little one, mummy and daddy can’t wait to meet you in a few months' time.”

“Sergeant Kyle Garrick reporting for duty, everyone calls me Gaz….. Something wrong Captain?”“No.. Nothing is wrong. You got a great name.”

“?????”

[lonelysheepling]

Ungubungu I’m too tired to write a description here’s some stuff I wrote down seven hours ago about this one:

Her nickname is Fish. Okay so regarding the colon mark, I’m gonna try to explain this best I can since it’s meant to be a metaphor (loosely). Okay so, a real-life example of where you’d use a colon: (besides that) when citing text from the Bible you’re supposed to put a colon between the chapter and verse. In grammar, the colon is supposed to precede an explanation or further information. Fish is the colon. Her sire was a very powerful entity and her surrogate was, at the time, an unknown individual who would go on to establish a pact with that entity where they’d carry their child in exchange for status and recognition. 

So, looking back to that bible citation example, Fish’s sire would be the chapter title while her surrogate was the verse. I’d imagine that while an average Joe on the street may have probably heard of Genesis or just the word “Proverbs”, they’d probably be unable to name any specific verses. 

Fish’s purpose is to bring recognition to her surrogate. This was the case for pretty much all her half-siblings (she’s the youngest of her sire’s six offspring, they all have separate surrogates). There’s a whole lot of other complicated political chicanery surrounding her family’s history, but at the end of the day the main takeaway is that her surrogate gains recognition through Fish and her sire. Ironically, this barely comes up at all. None of her siblings really interact with their surrogates and I have no plans to ever really do anything with them. Crimson’s surrogate gets the most attention but that’s only because they technically violated their pact by already having an offspring prior to carrying Crimson. And she sort of has blood feud with her half-sibling because of that, they absolutely hate each other (the half-sibling appears in this piece on the left). 

[adhdtsukasa]

because nene's full yoru ni kakeru alt releases in LESS THAN A WEEK!!!! and i'm sooo so sane about this cover (a lie!), i just can't go on with my life without RAMBLING!!! and i'm rather surprised that it hasn't been done before (or maybe i just can't search properly. also very possible. anyways), so here it is — an analysis? of how yoru ni kakeru's lyrics correspond to ruinene's relationship so much that it HURTS (and why nene got this cover instead of rui, even though it's about suicide).

quick disclaimer: i will be using the lyrics from vocaloid lyrics wiki, because i'm uh. not a fan of the official english ver. and because it had to be somewhat changed so the english translation could fit the rhythm, it's also just not the same as original. hope you understand.

also this is not neccesarily a ship post. feel free to view it as such, but i'm interpreting everything here as fully platonic and how it is in canon.

starting with basically one of the first lines, it immediately connects with rui and nene losing contact during middle school — even moreso, to their unfamous scramble crossing conversation, where rui tells nene that he's now doing shows alone. they talked just like normal (did they, though?) and rui was still polite and kind towards nene, yet his goodbye was carrying something else with it: they're not best friends anymore. hell, it's not even clear if they're still friends, or did they simply become complete strangers to each other.

a throwback to their first meeting, so i'll also say it now: i see the whole song as kind of a messy retrospection, actually. the lyrics basically escalate in a present (as of main story) -> middle school -> childhood -> middle school -> present (still as of in main story) way, but i think it's rather easy to spot on? so i'm not gonna talk about it too much.

whatever, let's get back to the topic: it's important to remember that nene was rui's first friend, the first person (outside of his parents, obviously) that accepted him for who he is. obviously rui had a lonely gaze when they first met — because he was lonely. he was alone.

the first two verses can be referencing how rui's peers treated him: they were scared of him, they called him a weirdo. for a child like him, these words surely were enough to make him cry, as he only wanted to have friends — that's why nene is here for the rescue! they're together, so he doesn't have to be scared anymore. as long as they're together, everything will be just fine.

the happiness they want to find is ordinary, but that's because rui wants to be treated as an ordinary human being, too.

nene wanted to be rui's friend, sincerely. he was and still is such an important person to her, her very best friend. she wishes for him to finally be happy, to finally have friends, to finally give her the sincerest of all of his smiles. and she wants to be a part of his happiness.

as long as they have each other, the sun will surely rise for them. but...

...as the years pass by, everything starts to fall apart. rui is getting more and more stigmatized and him being in middle school now is definitely not helping him in any way. in this moment, we're back to their conversation mentioned at the very beginning: rui tells nene everything, and nene tries to believe it. she really does! if rui didn't beg for her to get closer to him again, then he surely must be fine being alone, surely.

but there is doubt in her heart, and it's sickening. it cannot be true. this is in no way what rui wanted.

she still hopes that they can go back to what they used to be. one day, rui will surely trust her again. and maybe one day, she'll finally understand his struggles. she wishes for that out of the kindness of her heart — but rui's middle school self is just unable to fulfill this wish.

but the days are still passing by, and nothing is going for the better — everything is actually deteriorating. everytime nene tries to approach rui, his answer is always the same. he doesn't want her close. and soon, rui isolating himself from her is not her only problem (or you can even say, her only trauma). her stage incident happens and she's left with nothing, as well as with no one to turn to. rui is already tired of everything, and nene is slowly becoming tired too. the days are getting duller and more gray for both of them.

their hands are just like parallel lines. somehow, they also can never meet.

so now, nene is just like rui. traumatized. alone. scared. she's just like that until she starts her first year of high school, because then she suddenly sees rui again. oh, god, she sees rui again. he offers her to join wxs, and he's actually smiling. his smile is just like a cure for all of her problems. it's a smile she has always wanted to see... a smile that he has offered her when he finally reached out to her.

so, nene joins wxs. and it's not the end of their problems, but also surely a new beginning for their relationship. the damage has been already done and they both suffered because of it, so they're still racing into the night, but at least they're together—

there's one thing that differs them from the yoru ni kakeru story, though (and i'm talking about the lyrics exclusively here. and, well, the end of the mv. but nothing else, none of the references that the song used) — yoru ni kakeru is about suicide, after all. the mv ends with the main character committing, that's a dead end. but it's nothing like that for rui and nene; ever since they joined wxs, their lives slowly started to get better. they managed to achieve their happy ending, despite the circumstances.

they're friends again.

so, why is not rui covering this song? after all, his middle school self just screams depression, suicidal thoughts, stuff like that, he'd be such an obvious pick. but... from the perspective of the lyrics, there's something more to the song than just the theme of suicide. the lyrics are going in the direction of being unable to help the person you love, of being forced to only look at how they're becoming worse and worse each day, of finally getting overwhelmed by it as well. that's precisely what middle school nene was. suicide is not enough to give it to rui. he wouldn't fit the lyrics at all, since his relationship with nene didn't look like that from his side.

was nene actually suicidal during middle school as well? i believe that's a question that should be left to one's own interpretation. but i think it's worth considering, especially since proseka's line distribution usually implies some things.

oh, obviously, they could've just picked her because she was the most accurate vocal to sing this song. but you cannot say that it doesn't fit her. it does. a lot.

middle school rui kamishiro and nene kusanagi, i hope you explode.

[ofstoriesandstardust]

lights will guide you home (p.m.m.)

a/n: this is the if i stay!au i never intended to actually write, but it feels like a long time coming. this is not same mistakes-verse canon but an AU that takes place inside the same mistakes universe? does that make sense? anyways, there’s a playlist for this fic and um i think i’m gonna go sob now

summary: “If you want to go, I need you to know that it’s going to be okay.” 

-

Or: Maverick says goodbye. 

title comes from coldplay’s “fix you”

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | same mistakes-verse 

warnings: hurt/no comfort, heavy angst, major character death, car accidents, hospitals, ventilators, mentions of giving birth, rebel as a baby, blood, do not drive while under the influence, hit and run, medical inaccuracies, mentions of the afterlife, mentions of canon deaths, mentions of an afterlife, i think i broke the angst meter, 

word count: 6.1k

tears stream down your face/when you lose something you can not replace

It’s quiet in the room. Barely lit. The only sound comes from the machine in the corner, from the ventilator keeping his daughter alive, the steady beeping of the machine measuring her heart rate.

He sighs, letting go of her hand and bringing his arm to rest on his knees. His head hangs down, his hands coming up in the gesture of a prayer.

He knows in his heart what he needs to do.

So he steels himself, searching for the strength to be brave just one last time, and be the father she needs him to be.

He takes a deep breath, taking her hand again as he shifts up to brush some of her hair away from her face. He allows his fingers to trail over her face, trying to memorize the way it feels under his calloused fingertips.

He squeezes her hand, hanging his head once more.

“If-” His voice gets caught in his throat and he has to cough to clear it.

Be brave, one more time.

He swallows, nodding to himself.

“If you want to go, I need you to know that it’s going to be okay.”

-

He remembers the first time he held her so clearly.

Maybe now more than ever.

He remembers how quiet it had been in the nursery. It was late at night and he shouldn’t have been there. But Natalie’s birth had been so stressful and chaotic that the nurse must have taken pity on him, letting him in to hold his daughter.

He remember reaching out for her little hand, so small and tiny and fragile.

He remembers the fear that had struck him cold.

He wasn’t ready for this. He wasn’t ready to be a father. He barely knew how to keep himself alive, why Goose and Carole trusted him Bradley was beyond him.

Deep down, he knew that wasn’t true. He’d go to the ends of the earth for the littlest Bradshaw. His buddy.

Even in her sleep, she’d wrapped her fingers around his own, nuzzling closer to his touch. His heart clenched at the movement, feeling an overwhelming sense of love come over him, quickly replacing the fear.

He reached down, gingerly picking her up. He was afraid he’d wake her but all she did was hum as he gently pulled her to his chest. He held her over his heartbeat, slowly rubbing his hand up and down her back.

She was so small.

“Hi baby.” He whispers. “It’s your Daddy. It’s late right now, so we can officially be introduced in the morning, but I just wanted to come say hi.”

She yawns, nuzzling closer to him.

If it’s possible, love blooms even brighter in his chest, a sense of pride swelling in him.

This was his child.

He bows his head, tucking his chin on top of her head, hiding the tears at the fact that Carole and Goose had been right, that all he needed was to see her, and it would all click.

This was his daughter.

Looking down at the little child in his arms, he places a soft kiss to her head before gently putting her back down. He reaches out, tracing his fingertips over the few tufts of hair on her head.

He swears, in that moment, that he would do whatever it took to protect his daughter from harm.

-

He couldn’t protect her.

It’s all he can think of as Penny drives him to the hospital.

He should’ve been there to protect her.

The night is rainy, thundering against the rooftop of the car as he struggles to keep himself upright and breathing, mind racing with the worst possibilities. Out of the corner of his eye, he recognizes the movement of Penny glancing at him before reaching out to squeeze his thigh.

“She’ll be okay.” Penny whispers. “Your daughter is nothing if not a fighter.”

He knows that, rationally, he knows that.

But for as much of a fighter as his daughter is, he knows that the universe is just as much of a cruel temptress, who cares little about matters of life and death, of love and loss, of the people who are still needed on this earth.

Bradley needed her. Javy too. Amelia and yes, even Jake.

Many loved his daughter, even if she didn't always see it. Many needed her in their lives.

He still needed his daughter.

Getting the call, the worst call, had been like a bucket of ice down his spine.

The hospital hadn’t told him anything over the phone, which only stood to heighten his fears. They’d just asked him to come to the hospital as soon as he possibly could, which only made his worry grow.

The rest of the drive is a blur.

He remembers his breath getting caught in his throat as he stepped through the door, brain flashing back to the night Carole had checked into the hospital for the last time.

Penny squeezes his shoulder, bringing him back to the present. She nods at him, the smallest signs of encouragement, moving her hand down his arm to intertwine her fingers with his own.

You can do this.

He walks to the front desk, the nurse in green and pink scrubs with frogs looking up at him. “How may I help you?”

“My- my daughter.” Penny squeezes his hand as he forces himself to take a shaky breath. “I’m Pete Mitchell, I received a call that my daughter was in a car crash and was brought here?”

The nurse behind the one sitting, wearing all blue scrubs, looks up at him from a chart she’s looking over. “You’re Pete Mitchell?”

He nods, afraid of the look the flashes through her eyes at the sight of him, at the way she softens as she steps closer like he’s a wounded animal who might run.

“Your daughter is still in surgery. When she’s out of surgery, she’ll be moved to the ICU and at that time, you may see her. I’m afraid I can’t give you any more information at this time.”

“How- how did this happen?”

Someone clears their throat, prompting them to turn. An older man is standing next them. He’s wearing a police uniform, holding his cap in his hands.

There’s lines under his eyes, sign of years of laughter and love.

What won’t be for the first time that night, he’s struck with the realization that his daughter may never see those days.

“Mr. Mitchell, I’m Officer John Matthews. I was the responding officer at the scene. I rode with your daughter in the ambulance here and I’d be happy to fill you on what happened. I’d like to wait with you, if that’s alright.”

He realizes too late that there’s still blood on this man’s uniform.

His daughter’s blood.

“We’d love to know anything you can tell us.” Penny says from beside him.

His breathing is coming out in shorts bursts now as he zeroes in on the crimson stain against the Navy blue on this man’s uniform. It feels like he’s underwater as this man guides them to a set of chairs to sit.

A thought strikes him, breaking him out of the panic.

“I’ve- I’ve gotta call Brad. Do you think he knows? He needs to be here, he-” He stands up, staggering as he fumbles for his phone, patting his pockets.

“Mav!” A voice calls out from across the waiting room, sprinting towards him from the door.

His head swings up, barely catching sight of his son before his body barrels into him. Instinctively, he wraps his arms around him, trying to soothe his shaking body.

“They called, they wouldn’t tell me anything, oh God, please tell me she’s going to be okay-”

Bradley pulls away, wiping at his eyes furiously.

“Kiddo, I-” He shakes his head. “I don’t know. She’s still in surgery.”

“Why don’t you have a seat? Officer Matthews was just about to explain what happened, he was the responding officer on the scene.” Penny says softly from behind them. Bradley nods, moving to one of the chairs, pulling Maverick with him. “This is Bradley, her fiancé.”

Matthews gives Brad a small smile. “Hi son. Nice to meet you.”

Bradley gives a jerky nod in return.

Matthews sighs, running his hands over his pants. “Your daughter was hit by a driver who was driving while under the influence. Her car was t-boned on the driver side in the middle of the intersection. The driver had the red but sped through the intersection anyways, hitting her at 80 miles per hour. He took off after the accident, but because he was highly intoxicated and injured and on foot, he only made it a few blocks before officers caught up with him. He’s currently in custody and sustained minor injuries. We have traffic cam footage of the accident as well, so he will be facing charges.”

Matthews sounds like he’s rattling off a report he wrote, telling them the pure facts and nothing more.

“I was the responding officer at the scene. Because of the rain and the force of the impact, your daughter’s car slid on the asphalt and-” Matthews cuts himself off, taking a shaky breath before shutting his eyes. He doesn’t need the officer to continue to guess what happened next. “Mr. Mitchell, I am so sorry. We did everything we could at the scene to give her proper medical attention before EMTs got there. I am so sorry.”

Next to him, Bradley whimpers. “She was just supposed to be picking Harvard up. She was just supposed to pick him up and take him back to his house and come home. I offered to go with her, but she told me to stay in bed, that I looked too cozy with Buddy. I should’ve been there. It should’ve been me.”

Shoes squeak on the floor, causing them all to look up.

Javy is standing there, looking paler and shaky than he’s ever been, even after the time he went into g-loc the first time this group had all been together. He seems frozen in place, fear etched into every inch of his face.

Jake’s next to him, barely keeping Javy from tumbling to the floor.

Behind him, he can see Natasha’s shorter figure.

Bob towers over them, with Mickey leveling out the group.

The shoes they heard are attached to that of Reuben, who’s holding a coffee carrier. His wife Celia is next to him, holding two more.

No one seems sure what to say, all just looking at one another.

“If Rebel was here, she’d say we all look like the Spiderman meme.” Mickey breathes out, a ghost of a smile appearing on his face.

It’s Jake who laughs first, breaking the tension. “Garcia, could you read the room please?” He says through choked chuckles, head swinging back to the shorter man.

Mickey shrugs. “She would’ve thought it was funny.”

“I hate that you’re right and I can not wait to see the look on Rebel’s face when you tell her that.” Reuben says. “Now come on you lot, sit. We’re going to be here a while.” Reuben nods his head to chairs as they follow his direction, gathering around him and Bradley. “I brought coffee for everyone. The smallest of comfort right now, you know?”

The group is silent as they sit, taking their coffee from Reuben and Celia. When Reuben gets to Maverick, he wordlessly holds out the drink before sitting down next to him. Penny has since moved, talking with Celia and checking in with the aviators. He shifts the cardboard sleeve on the cup as Reuben sighs, leaning back in the chair.

“I’m really sorry Mav.” He says, shaking his head. “I’m- I’m a Dad and I can’t even imagine what you’re going through right now.”

“That explain the coffee?” He asks, holding the cup up.

Reuben chuckles. “That’s Celia’s idea. She’s holding it together for me, I think. Penny called me and Celia’s first instinct was to figure out how to make it better for everyone else. We fell in love with saints of women.”

He frowns, nodding.

Penny really had been great and things really hadn’t even begun to unfold.

He had no idea what would happen over the next 24 hours.

So yeah, maybe he could kind of understand the appeal of coffee, a small gift of something he didn’t have to worry about while he focused in on the one thing that did matter: his kid.

-

He isn’t sure how much longer he sits there, tearing at the edges of the cardboard sleeve. The waiting room is quiet, a nervous tension buzzing in the air. 

His pilots are quiet, maybe for the first time in their lives. 

Callie has appeared along with Billy and Neil. Her head is leaned on Billy’s shoulder, legs propped up on Billy’s lap. 

Mickey’s leaned back in his chair, Reuben’s arm thrown over his WSO. Celia is on the opposite side of Mickey, rubbing her arm up and down the man’s shoulders. 

Natasha is next to Brad, her hand on his knee. Bob’s next to them, arm slung over Nat’s shoulder as she leans into his chest. 

Javy won’t let Jake touch him, it seems. Javy’s head is in his hands all while Jake watches his boyfriend closely. 

“Pete Mitchell?” 

He looks up towards the voice. It’s the nurse from earlier, the one with the pink scrubs with frogs. 

“Your daughter is out of surgery. Dr. Hansley was wondering if he could have a word?” 

He nods, standing up from his chair with aching limbs as he walks towards the nurse and down a hallway with her, feeling almost like he’s walking towards hearing his daughter’s death sentence. 

The doctor meets them outside of the ICU, a younger man with glasses atop his nose. He almost looks like Bob. 

“Mr. Mitchell, it’s good to meet you. I’m Dr. Carlos Hansley, I was the chief surgeon who operated on your daughter.” 

“Is she going to be okay?” He asks abruptly, unable to bring himself to do the niceties. 

The doctor sighs. “Unfortunately, I can’t guarantee that. Your daughter had many mild contusions and lacerations along the left side of her body. In addition, she also had what is called a hemothorax, which is internal bleeding in the lungs. This was due to the impact of the collision and the subsequent rolling of the car. We had to sedate her and put her on a ventilator to allow for a chest tube to be inserted so as to drain the blood. We also suspect that she may have some brain swelling due to the collision, but our main priority was to drain the blood from her lungs.” 

He swallows, nodding. “So, what’s best case scenario we’re looking at here?” 

“Best case scenario? We are able to ween the sedation and take her off the ventilator at some point over the next few days, where she will be able to breath on her own.” The doctor pauses, biting his lip. 

“But?” 

“But there is no telling just how much her quality of life will be diminished, just that it will most likely be severe. As of right now, we are unable to tell the long-term consequences of the collision. Your daughter is physically stable right now. But it’s up to her to keep fighting and I want you to be fully aware that it may not be worth it to her.” Dr. Hansley sighs. “This is never easy to tell a parent but you should prepare yourself for the possibility that your daughter may not wake up.” 

His ears begin to ring at the words, suddenly feeling underwater once more. 

“Can I see her?” 

Dr. Hansley nods. “This is your daughter’s nurse, Jessica. Should you need anything while you’re with her, Jessica can help you and will be attending to your daughter. She will explain all the visitation rules while she is in the ICU.” 

He nods as the doctor excuses himself, walking down the hallway. 

“You mentioned something about a fiancé?” 

He nods, looking back down the hallway where he came from. “Yes, Bradley. He’s her fiancé.” 

She nods, gesturing back towards the hallway. “We usually limit visitors in the ICU to that of family, and although not legally married, I trust that he will want to be here. However, it seems that there are many people here who might wish to say goodbye to her, so I just ask that you all behave and limit yourselves to three in the room at a time.” 

“Do you think she’ll make it?” He hears himself asking before he can even register that the words have left his mouth. 

It almost feels like he’s floating. 

Jessica sighs. “It’s tough to say, Mr. Mitchell. I think that your daughter is going to be one hell of a fighter. Why don’t you stay with your daughter if it’s alright I inform her fiancé of her state?” 

He nods, starting towards the bed he can see his daughter laying on through the glass window on the door before stopping again. “We’re Navy.” He admits sheepishly. “They’re my pilots, they fly with my daughter. They’re family.” 

She gives him a soft smile. “Well then I’ll make sure they all know they’re welcome to come by. I’ll send Bradley down here as well.” 

“Thank you.” He whispers. 

“Of course, Mr. Mitchell.” 

“Pete. Please call me Pete.”

She nods. “Of course, Pete. Now go look after your daughter.” 

-

It’s the waiting that kills him from the inside out, unable to do anything more for his daughter than just wait. 

-

It’s not for another two days before the doctor informs them that they should probably start thinking about taking his daughter off the ventilator and letting her pass peacefully. 

Bradley rages. 

-

The next morning, everyone prepares to say their goodbyes. 

Despite the open offer to go with them, he keeps himself in the waiting room, Penny’s hand in his. 

Callie and Billy go first. Callie only makes it a few minutes before she re-appears, sobbing so hard he isn’t sure she’s breathing. 

Reuben and Celia go next, Celia bringing a little teddy bear Reuben’s boys, Elijah and Adrian, had picked out for her to bring her comfort in her last moments. 

When Celia leaves, Mickey joins Reuben. The two are in there for almost an hour and a half and he wonders what stories Mickey is telling her before he never gets the chance to. He briefly thinks he might be catching her up on the latest Marvel film she hadn't seen yet, although he couldn’t tell you what it was. 

Natasha and Bob go together, although Bob leaves before Natasha does, the girl spending another 45 minutes with his daughter. He wonders what kinds of promises she’s making about Bradley. 

“Do you know what you’re going to do yet?” 

He shakes his head slowly, unable to meet his girlfriend’s eyes. She sigh, shifting gently in the chair next to him as Amelia disappears down the hallway with Jake to go say goodbye. 

“I’ll support you no matter what choice you make Pete.” She says, taking his head and settling her chin into his shoulder. 

“I want to be selfish.” He says, his voice cracking. “I want to be selfish and tell her to stay. I want her to fight and I want her to make it. I want to be selfish and keep my daughter with me.” He shakes his head, swallowing as he finally turns to look Penny in the eye. “But she could live the rest of her life in pain. We have no idea what life would be life for her physically if she woke up, to say nothing of her mental state. And I would never forgive myself if my daughter spent another ten years on this Earth in pain all because I was selfish.” 

“We make sacrifices for the ones we love.” She whispers. 

“I just wish it didn’t have to be me.” 

“She loved you Pete.” Penny whispers, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade. “I know that doesn’t make it better or bring your daughter back but she loved you. She knows the sacrifice you’re making for her. You did right by your kid Pete.” 

“She deserved more time.” 

“I know but you’ve got to be brave enough to let her go. You’re strong enough to let her go and I’m right there with you.” 

“I love you, you know that?” 

She gives him a watery smile, pushing back some of his hair. He sits there a minute more, allowing himself to feel her love before he stands up. 

“Pete, wait.” 

He turns as Penny stands up, wrapping him in a hug. “Tell her I loved her too.” 

“She loved you Penny.” 

“My favorite thing about her. How much love she had to give to everyone.” She squeezes him before stepping back. “I’ll be right here.” 

He nods before sighing, turning away to walk towards his daughter’s room. He passes Amelia in the hallway and she stops, giving him a hug. He holds the girl to his chest, noting the way she’s grown up before his very eyes. 

“I’m sorry Maverick.” She whispers. 

“It’s okay A. She’ll be somewhere better, you know that.” She nods, wiping at her eyes once more before disappearing down the hallway towards her Mom. 

He finally reaches her room, pausing outside the cracked door, as he catches the sound of Jake’s voice. 

“-you didn’t even like me, you know?” The blonde sniffs and he suspects Jake might be barely suppressing tears. “You didn't even like me and yet you tried so hard for Javy.” Another sniff. “I think maybe that’s what I’ll miss most: your heart. You loved people so deeply, and you tried to see the best in everyone even when they’re just awful to you.” 

He pushes the door open a little wider, leaning against the doorframe as he takes in the pilot seated next to her bed. He’s holding one of her hands, head bent over her body. 

“You know, I- I would always argue with you just because I thought it was fucking funny. Javy always begged me to stop, told me that one day I was gonna get smacked and he wouldn’t feel sorry for me. But- But I loved that about us, you know? We argued and bickered and got in each other’s faces but you still would’ve picked the phone up at 3 am if I had called.” 

Jake sniffs again and as Maverick creeps closer into the room, he can see the fresh tear tracks on Jake’s face. 

“Getting to know you has been one of the greatest pleasures of my life. You were a light, Rebel, and the world will surely be darker without you. I’m- I’m sorry it had to end this way and those words feel hollow but I am. I’m sorry for all the things you’ll never get to see. I um- I bought that ring I was showing you.” Jake sniffs agains as Pete’s heart clenches. 

His daughter had been helping Jake plan to propose to Javy, he realizes. 

“It’s a shame you won’t be here to see it, because he’d want you to be here. He loved you with his whole heart, you know. You two truly were platonic soulmates and I loved y’alls friendship maybe more than you loved it. Because I knew that if something ever happened to me, you’d be there to look after him. So here’s my promise to you: I’ll look after them. I’ll look after Javy, I’ll look after Bradley, and I’ll even be sure to look after Pops. I don’t want you to worry that they’ll be alone because they won’t.” 

Jake rubs his hands over his face as he pulls away from her, standing up from his chair. 

“There’s some place better.” 

Jake jumps, turning to face him. 

“Mav, I-” 

“She really cared about you.” 

The pilot nods, glancing back at her. “She was a good friend. I’m really gonna miss her.” 

“There’s some place better.” He whispers, throat closing up as he looks back to his daughter. 

He knew what he needed to do. 

Jake pats him on the shoulder as he walks past. He stands there for a minute, just watching her before moving closer to her bed, sitting down in the chair Jake had abandoned as he picks up her hand. 

He squeezes it, looking over his daughter. He spies the little teddy bear tucked up on the bed, right next to her cheek. It almost makes it seem like she’s just fallen asleep. 

There was an ache settling in his chest, one he was never sure he’d fill, the same ache that had settled in his chest when Goose, Carole, Ice, left him. 

“If you want to go, I want you to know that it’s going to be okay.” He whispers, looking at her face. He rubs his thumbs over the bruised knuckles, wondering how they ended up here. 

She wasn’t supposed to beat him back to them. 

She was supposed to live a long, healthy life with Bradley and their dog and everything she had ever wanted. 

He decides in that moment that losing his child is more painful than anything he’s ever experienced as his breathing becomes ragged, eyes wet. 

“I want- I want to be selfish. I want to be selfish and tell you to stay, to fight, to be here with us. But I know that- that fighting may not be worth what you know will wait for you if you wake up. And I guess- I guess it’s kind of my choice here too, and that maybe I’m taking it away from you. But from the moment you were born, I-” 

He chokes on his breath, shuddering as he bows his head. “I promised to keep you safe. I promised I would protect you. And I’ve done a really shit job of it, haven’t I? I’ve failed you, every time, I’ve failed. And I won’t- I won’t fail you this time kiddo. I promise.” His voice cracks on the last word, body overcome with sobs. 

He isn’t sure how long he sits there, crying over her body, but the sky outside has darkened by the time he finally pulls himself together, the answer becoming clearer as he looks at her. 

Finally, he stands up, ready to face his decision. 

He sighs, closing the door behind him as he faces Javy and Bradley. They’re the only two left, minus Jake who’s lingering. He’d sent the rest of them home hours ago, wanting them to get some rest. They both watch him carefully as he pulls up a chair in front of them.

He swallows, the tears refusing to leave even as he tried to steady himself. “I have made the decision to pull her off the ventilator.” 

The words are quiet but Bradley’s next are not. 

“Mav, you can’t.” His eyes are wide and he can’t bring himself to meet them for too long, knowing he’s got the same betrayed look in his eye the day he found out he had pulled his papers. “Why are you just- why are you just giving up on her? She still has so much fight in her.” 

“Bradley, listen to me.” He says, doing his best to keep his voice measured. “We have no idea what it would be like for her if she survived. She would probably never fly again, she could spend the rest of her life in pain. I’m not taking that risk, not when she can go peacefully.” 

“No, she- she wouldn’t want you doing this.” 

“Bradley, you have to let her go.” He whispers. The pilot stands up abruptly, chair clattering to the floor from the force of the movement. 

“No!” He nearly shouts. “No, and I can’t believe I’m the only one fighting for her. I can’t believe you’re giving up on her like this! She’d be so disappointed in you, Mav.” Maverick winces, looking away from his son. 

“Brad, I’m sorry but this is what’s for the best for her.” 

“No, you’re wrong. I- I can’t be here.” 

Bradley turns, stalking down the hallway as he lets out a sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. 

“You’re doing the right thing.” Javy says quietly, even as he looks torn apart from the inside out. 

“You’re welcome to stay when they take the ventilator out until she passes.” 

Javy sniffs, shaking his head. “I can’t. I’m afraid- I’m afraid that if I stay, that’s going to be the only way I remember her. And I- I want to remember her the way I’ve always known my best friend. I want to remember her as the girl with the witty comments and who loved so fiercely. I want to remember her as full of life and not- not laying in a hospital bed.” 

He nods, reaching over to grasp Javy in a hug. The man returns it, tucking his head into his shoulder. “You were her best friend. No one can take that from you and it'll always be that way.” 

Javy nods, gripping him tighter. 

“I’m gonna go- I’m gonna go say goodbye to her.” 

He nods as Javy clings to him for a minute more before letting him go, moving to walk into the room. 

“Mav?” He turns, catching sight of Javy hesitating at her door. “Would- would you go with me? I’m- I’m scared.” 

He follows Javy into the room, shutting the door behind them. He stands, back resting against the wall, as Javy takes her hand. It’s all he does for a while, just looking at her. 

“I- I don’t even know where to start.” Javy whispers. “You were—are—my best friend. I don’t want to say goodbye because goodbye means that I have to move on with life without you in it and God, there’s never been a moment we’ve been friends where I thought of that as a possibility. I’m always- I’m always gonna remember you as the girl with the witty comebacks and insane flying skills and some of the best hugs.” Javy takes a shaky breath. “God, I always took for granted the time we had. I thought we’d have forever to get up to stupid shit and annoy our partners and I-” 

It’s then that Javy breaks down and he’s known his pilot long enough to know when he needs space. It’s hard on him too, watching all these people who had loved her have to say goodbye to her. 

It kills him to think that there might've been a point in her life where she had thought she wasn’t loved so strongly, so immensely. 

He walks blindly down the hallways to the nurses station where Jessica sits, typing something on the computer. She catches sight of him, offering him a soft smile. “Yes, Pete? What can I do for you?” 

He sighs, leaning against the counter. “I’ve decided I want to take her off the ventilator.” 

She sighs and nods. “I think you’re making the right choice here, Pete.” She says, standing up from the desk. 

“I hope so.” 

They walk down the hallway as she softly explains the procedure to him, how they’ll sedate her so she’ll feel no pain as she goes. She explains that they can be there the whole time so that she doesn’t have to be alone when she goes. 

As the reach the room, Javy’s still in there, Jake hugging his boyfriend as he cries. Javy pulls back when he spots them, Jake understanding in a moment what’s about to happen. 

Javy leaves the room, Jake offering him a final hug as he exits. He takes a deep breath, sitting down in a chair, as Jessica begins the process of taking her off the ventilator. He forces himself to watch, to hold his daughter’s hand as he tries to soothe her. 

Finally, as Jessica leaves, she rests a hand on his shoulder and whispers, “Let me know if you need anything.” He nods numbly, unable to look away from his daughter. She leaves, the sound of the door shutting behind her sounding through the room. 

He glances at the monitor, realizing her numbers aren’t going down like they should be. 

“Why is she fighting?” He whispers, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “It’s okay sweetheart. I’m here, please don’t fight it, please just let go. It’s okay, I’m telling you it’s okay to go.” 

He nervously watches the numbers on the machine next to her, wondering if she’s in pain, desperately hoping she’s not panicking and thinking they abandoned her. 

“It’s okay, honey. Let go. I’m right here honey, it’s okay.” 

The door opens, revealing Bradley, who looks beyond distraught. His hair is tugged in wildly different directions, eyes red as his face is covered in tear tracks. He shuts the door quietly behind him, walking to sit down next to her. 

“How’s she doing?” He whispers, taking her other hand. 

“Fighting it.” 

Bradley grimaces, leaning forward to run his fingers over her forehead and down her cheek. “It’s okay baby. Your Dad and I, we’re right here. Let go. It’s okay to go, please don’t fight it.” 

He watches as his daughter’s numbers settle to how Jessica told him they should, almost like she’s breathing a sigh of relief as Bradley tells her it’s okay. 

“I love you, baby. It’s okay to go. Go to Mom and Dad, they’ll take care of you. I’ll be okay, I promise. I know you’ll wait for me. Just let go, let them take care of you.” 

His throat closes as he watches Bradley say goodbye, intertwining his fingers with her own. 

He forces himself to not watch the numbers on the machine that signal her getting closer to passing but instead focuses in on her face, the last few moments he has with his daughter. 

“I love you sweetheart. It’s okay, you don’t have to be scared. Ice is waiting for you.” He whispers, squeezing your hand. “He’ll take good care of you, sweetheart.”

In what is probably a matter of seconds, but feel more like a lifetime, she slips away. 

The machine gives a steady beep, signaling the end of her life. 

Bradley squeezes her hand ever so tighter, his head falling to rest on her arm as a sob overtakes his body. His shoulders are shaking with the weight of everything. 

Maverick can’t make himself move. He should go over there, comfort his son, tell him it will be okay, but he can’t bring himself to look away from the sight of his daughter. 

She looked so peaceful. 

-

Go to Mom and Dad, they’ll take care of you. I’ll be okay, I promise...

You feel warm, the sound of Bradley’s voice appearing. It’s comforting, hearing him tell you that it’s okay. You want to give him a hug, to run your fingers through his hair, and give him one last kiss. To tell him that you’re sorry it had to end this way, that the two of you hadn’t had more time. 

You want to curl up in your Dad’s arms, like all those times you’d done when you were scared when you were little. To tell him you were sorry you had become one more person he had lost. 

You hoped they stayed close to each other for the time they had left, that they wouldn’t make it their mission to come join you too soon. 

It’s okay, you don’t have to be scared. Ice is waiting for you...

Something lights up inside of you at the thought of your godfather again. As their voices become fuzzy and distant, the warmth envelopes you, almost like a hug as you’re drifting off to sleep. 

The next thing you feel is someone strong wrapping their arms around you, a hug from someone who smells like honey and ocean water. Like Carole had. 

The warm white clears, revealing a man who looks to be like your fiancé did, if only 40 years before. A man you recognize from pictures and hazy memories. He offers you a kind smile, if albeit a bit sad. 

Th person hugging you strokes your hair, whispering words that don’t register as your throat closes up, catching sight of another figure. 

“Ice?” 

He turns, giving you a watery smile. 

“Hi kiddo.” 

The person hugging you pulls back every so slightly, giving you a chance to catch the unmistakable blonde hair of Carole Bradshaw. She gives you a warm smile, still not letting go of you. 

“You’re safe now. We’ve got you.” 

[horse-surgeon-barbie]

anyway I'm gonna ramble about that runs in the family edit I made because I have a lot of thoughts about why I made it (obviously it is on my Beth Playlist so like duh but now with detail)

So like the verse(s):

they'd never forgive me - Rick and his guilt mostly for what happened to his original family AND for how he treats the current family (mostly Morty and Beth but some Summer and Jerry too I guess)

they'd say that I'm crazy - this one is sooooo ABCs of Beth to me ok because like the main climax of this ep is the "scary fucking kid" argument which is always so crazy omg Beth 100% needs to hold herself accountable for what she does to Tommy (which she does not do, bless her heart 😔) but the way that scene changes when Rick says that and deflects to her being a "crazy" child ,,, like her facial expressions are soooo good in that scene she's clinging to desperation as she decides to go save Tommy (only to have proven Rick right,, she truly is her father's daughter 😭)

but they would say anything if it would shut me up - Mortyyyyy. SO Morty. Morty, the 14 year old boy who is neglected, abused, and manipulated constantly by his family esp by Rick (so much so that there is literally the Marta ep and the line about how Mortys are "bred for forgiveness") and that Planetina scene really just holds all his frustrations about his role in the family

[bxtonpxss]

SHIPPING INFO. answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

what’s your OTP for your muse(s)?

Neya & Thor are the only two applicable options here when it comes to things outside platonic/familial relationships. Opacho is 5 and Jack is also just a baby, but she's like best frienemies with Faolan. I know when you hear OTP its usually referring to romance but I'm super big on platonic relationships being OTPs!

That being said Neya x chemistry, she's not overly complex but Neya is a kind-hearted and deeply supportive type of character who despite often being in situations where she's in way over her head, is willing to persevere and overcome whatever obstacle that may be, especially when it involves people she cares about! If our characters build a relationship through our writing then I will never say no to it! This also applies to Thor! They have a good relationship built through us writing together and/or chatting about stuff via messages I'll never say no.

what are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

Pretty much anything, except you know the obvious and universal no no's.

how large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

Hoo boy ok. So, Neya, for her era (and the author even states this in the manga) at 16 she's considered an adult. On that alone I'd do 2 years younger and 4 years older cause I'm just trying to think of how it'd be from her time period. Now, this ONLY applies specifically for [main verse || itsuwaribito] when she's in her canon universe or some other feudal-era settings. I understand she's still 16 and other people don't vibe with that, I don't force anything on people (at least not intentionally, if you ever feel like I write something that makes you uncomfortable please tell me!) and romance is never my first or main priority, I like crushes/gradual friends to dating/lovers etc when writing anyway. This also obvi needs to be discussed first cause duh. Also, I'm fine with like 'x character looks 16/17 but is actually 100+ years old' (I’m an Inuyasha girly uwu, so we love a good demon/immortal s/o pairing).

For the verse where she's stuck in the future, [verse || under a rock] she is by modern-day laws legally underage. I'd go for 2 at most maybe 3 years older, 1 year younger. For the sub-main verse set at the end of the series with her running her village [verse || nanushi] she's canonically an adult there so I can deal with 10 years older or whatever and when it comes to the monsters/demons/immortal characters, so long as both parties are consenting adults it's cool!

Thor's a talking rodent. He's adult age and would be considered a young adult by human standards I suppose. So as long as the other creature is adult-aged it wouldn't matter to him. I can't put too much thought into this one, trying to make the math make sense is gonna hurt my brain, but obviously NO child-age creatures.

are you selective when shipping?

Can't really say, like excluding Coschu x Surgechu, which happened gradually through jubilantsparks and I's constant gushing about our chus via DMs I've never really shipped seriously with anyone else before so I can't really give an honest opinion about it *kanye shrug*

how far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

When they start undressing and getting real handsy, but none of that will ever be happening here so no need to worry!

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

For Thor, specifically in his Lt. Surge Raichu verse (affectionately shortened to Surgechu) I shipped him with jubilantsparks' Fem!Pikachu OC Elysia who had a Cosplay Pikachu verse (affectionately shortened to Coschu). Coschu x Surgechu was fun and I miss them :') Also, Thor and Elysia in general were my favorite platonic OTP that could have easily become romantic cause they loved and cared for each other so much as best friends who could have just as easily become something more if they wanted to </3

NeRiya with Jade's Iriya . We've had many discussions about this enemies-to-friends/maybe more slow burn/redemption arc for Iriya. I cherish it deeply and Iriya deserved better than what he got in canon ; n ;

does one have to ask to ship with you?

Hmm, not really? I have a very chill and go-with-the-flow type of mindset when it comes to building relationships and shipping in general. The more our characters interact, get to know each other and the closer they become the better! If there's ever a certain aspect of their relationship you wanna discuss with me privately or plot, then just shoot me a message!

Also, I never assume anything so if you're invested off the rip in wanting to pursue the ship beyond them being friends then once again just message me. I'm here to have fun and write with folks, so go for it I will most likely never say no lmao. Crushes on Neya or Thor are also 100% ok, even if it's one-sided I have no problems with it, you don't even gotta ask me for that.

how often do you like to ship?

I've only had two (2) actual ships during my entire time here on this site. I have a bad case of anxiety brain when it actually comes to shipping and I never wanna assume or push anyone into doing anything so it's rare I ever approach. I'll just sit and vibe and settle with my time in the friendzone while making up scenarios in my head like the dork I am.

are you multiship?

Ok, after getting some answers on what multishipping is from an RP standpoint, I want to say yes I am. I'd have no issues with having multiple ship partners. Every character interaction is like in their own separate universes so like I can't understand limiting myself as a single ship. This is subject to change but like I said, I barely have any shipping experience.

are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

More-or-less! As stated above I don't really ask or approach first for ships soooo if it happens it happens. I'm down for shipping off of chemistry through a gradually built relationship!

what is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

ooh chile I'm in a bunch of fandoms lol so I'll just go with the fandoms for my muses specifically. For Pkmn it'll always be ShinHika/Paul x Dawn/ Ikarishipping. Pokeani can pry that dynamic from my cold dead hands.

I like all the potential pairings within Utsuho's group, but that'd be too much to list. Gin x Kin, Neya x Uzume, Neya x Hikae, Hikae x Iwashi.

For SK I was a sucker for Hao x Tamao back in the day. It still could've been cute if Takei didn't turn Tamao into Anna 2.0. I find her whole personality shift weird.

finally, how does one ship with you?

Just write with me! I don't care how many asks or threads we end up having. I cannot reiterate how much I adore relationship building in writing. We write enough threads together and our characters grow to like each other or something I'm 100% down to clown! Also, If you don't suffer from perpetual cold feet like me, just shoot me an IM and let's talk about it! Easy peasy, promise I don't bite!

Nabbed from: @gamenu initially, but I've been seeing other moots do it too! Tagging: @sillymuses, @lostusagis, @museguided, @despairforme, + anyone who sees this!

[hells-greatestdad]

Unholy Crusade Info Post

Links

list of Sins & Goetia + planned contributions [post by myself]

verse participants (muses + blogs) [may not be entirely up-to-date] [post by @hells-sirenqueen]

character stat sheets for battle [post by @dick-meister]

I want to be involved! Can I?

The deadline for involvement is: August 7th. August 8th is when all the shit is gonna be going down, and when the battle(s) will take place

Please contact myself if you wish to participate, I can answer any questions and we'll talk from there

Two main things to keep in mind here:

you need to be playing a muse whose spot isn't yet taken - Lucifer, for example, is played by myself. So if you want to join as Lucifer, you can't.

want to generally be sure your headcanons and writing will match up with the rest of us (an example of what won't work would be: if you have an OC that is a child of Lucifer and Lilith - because this verse has established that they only have Charlie)

What is Unholy Crusade?

Unholy Crusade is the name coined for a verse/event that was born of interactions with @hxly-fxther in June

To give a brief summary:

Lilith (hells-sirenqueen) happened to walk in on God making plans that could spell disaster. (The three listed being: kill Lucifer, kill Sera, and Unleash the forgotten colossi from Puragatory)

Concerned, Lilith began to make preparations, telling Adam (dick-meister) what she saw, and later: Lucifer (hells-greatestdad)

Later, Lucifer got a message from God, which rattled him heavily after the things he had been told

Then, Lilith got a message from God

Finally, Adam did as well: a prophetic vision, showing Heaven and Hell dying while fighting the Purgatory beasts

Lilith and Lucifer find Adam unconscious and weak from the heavy mental strain, and also discover a timer/hourglass that was simply counting down from 15 days. Meaning, they have around 2 weeks to prepare

Since then, they have been doing all they can to secure Hell and gather allies - attempting to gain the cooperation of Sera up in Heaven as well, but not succeeding. They have, however, managed to gather the assistance of some angels still aligned with Heaven (or as neutral parties)

This doesn't cover all major events thus far, but it does give an idea what's going on here

[paigemathews]

if you could give prue kids (in an au where she lives), who would it be with (can be anyone dead or alive) and could you tell us a little bit about them?

Okay, so this might be a bit of a boring answer, but canonically, I think that Prue really only ever would've ended up at a place where she was comfortable having kids with Andy, if he had survived. Obviously, if she hadn't died, I think that they'd have given her another love interest, but looking at her canon love interests for more than an episode: Andy (dead), Bane (jail), Jack (...c'mon), and Justin (literally got dumped for no personality.) And while I'd love to spin up a Prue/Bane kid (not a Jack kid bc quite frankly, @phoebehalliwell has got that on lock already), I think it's gotta be Prue and Andy, assuming that they both survived.

The rest of this kind of have to go under the cut because I finished it, checked how many words it was, and went 'oooh, fuck.' In case you're wondering, the answer is over two thousand, so. I'm gonna get blocked if I just drop that on people's dashes lmao.

So, in this 'verse, I think that Prue would've actually been the first to have a child, for several reasons. Firstly, we actually do see her express a desire to have kids at a few points in the show and she doesn't seem to have as many as the same hang-ups of her sisters. Her issue seems to just be the good dad part. Secondly, she'd be the one with the longest and most stable relationship, since she and Andy have known each other for so long and were pretty much on the verge of committing to each other anyways when Andy, y'know. Got dead.

That said, I don't particularly think that it would have been an intentional pregnancy. This is kind of dependent on where we're at in the show, but I think that it'd probably end up at a point where the danger is ramping up and the Source is becoming more of a threat. I don't think that Prue would be initially willing to a) step back from the front lines of the fight b) bring a child into the consistent danger of the household and c) risk orphaning her child like she was. I can see it as a plotline where demons are constantly attacking and frazzling the sisters and we see her miss her meticulous birth control pill or something and then a few episodes later assume that it's because of stress, only to find out that, surprise! You're pregnant, and probably a bunch of dangerous stuff is happening.

But anyways, I think that Prue and Andy would go with the P tradition, because Andy seems like the type of family guy who'd be all for it and I think that Prue, having seen this kind of different continual line of her family, would be into it. (Also, I don't really see any reason why she'd be against continuing it either, tbh.)

So our firstborn daughter is Perri Christina Halliwell, and I'm now realizing the obvious connotation of that lmao. I'm just trying to look at P names that have not been taken by any of the sisters themselves or my main next gen, and Christina is actually a reference to two different female writers that my brain initially thought was the same person: Christine de Pizan, a medieval feminist writer (responsible for The Book of the City of Ladies), and Christina Rossetti, a Victorian writer whose works were often viewed through a feminist lens (at least in my class). I like the name flip thing though, so now I'm keeping it. As for the first name, I think that Perri has this almost rebellious feel to it, which fits for her.

But anyways, Perri, our firstborn witch! I think that because of the circumstances around Perri's birth, especially with Prue having lost her own mother at such a young age, she's incredibly protective over her. (God forbid if Piper or Phoebe died in this 'verse, because it'd multiple by ten.) Perri is also the first member of the next generation, so she's kind of the test child on "Training Your Magical Child 101." And the thing is, I'd genuinely argue that the sisters not being raised with their powers both endangered them as they tried to figure everything out and kept them from reaching their full potential, and I think that Prue's biggest goal is keeping Perri safe, so she goes. kinda hard on the training witch thing. And Andy kind of sides with Prue on this because he doesn't have the magic to help or protect Perri, so. It's not just Prue, but Piper and Phoebe (and Paige? idk if Paige is in this AU or not yet tbh) are also training her, so it's a little less harsh than it could be.

Perri grows up to be a powerful witch with a pretty thorough background on all of the different aspects of magic (spells, potions, powers, demons, etc.) Like her mother, she's a telekinetic witch. I think that under her mother's tutelage, her powers also actually advance relatively quickly so that she develops advanced telekinesis. Lastly, she also had this combination of levitation/limited flight in that she can lift herself and other things off the floor but can't go Superman-ing around. (Is this half because I want to imagine a scene of Perri mid-air wrecking someone's shit? Yes. I fully admit to my utilization of the Rule of Cool here.)

Beyond powers, however, she's a bit more like Phoebe or Paige than Prue as a teenager. She rebels against her parents a lot, but a lot less of the punk teenage rebel thing and more like the artsy creative checking out the art exhibit at the local rec center or whatever. She loves her parents but chafes at the protectiveness. She's very independent, vivacious, bold, etc. She's actually a lot like Prue in that tbh, very popular in high school but with a less "Student Council president, head cheerleader, straight A-student" type of vibe. She's a lot fun. I've kind of bounced between a few different job ideas for her, but I think that she'd love to work in fashion, probably as a designer. Her vibe is very much just nicely saturated colors and colorful modern art.

After Perri's birth, shit probably hits the fan at some point and we get a dark point where all seems lost, maybe a death from someone close (not Prue or Andy obviously and I hesitate to kill anyone else, so some character that they got close to in this rewrite that wasn't in canon. What do you want from me, this is about the kids not the show.) Or maybe just struggles with the Elders and trying to buck that control, especially since we'd have the Piper/Leo and Phoebe/Cole relationships at some point here. But they persevere, and there's probably been another little Halliwell kid running around this point with Perri, but this ain't about them.

Next up, we have Presley Artemisia Halliwell! Now, if you haven't seen that Tumblr post about Artemisia Gentileschi, it's metal af and I have no clue where it is, but short story: girl got a shit deal for quite awhile, including being raped then tortured to give evidence during her rapist's trial, but she was also an amazing painter that focused on women from myths, allegories, and the Bible. Okay, actually, I really gotta find that Tumblr post to explain it, gimme a second. Here it is, high key recommend reading it but trigger warnings but discussion of the previously mentioned rape and torture. Okay, but the point for the middle name: a) I think that she's a fucking cool ass painter and b) seeing as I've mentioned that something awful has happened, the element of surviving that pain and refusing to bow down, especially to a male-dominated society, for someone like Prue. And Presley is because it has this almost academic vibe about it to me, a little cold in a way. (Idk how to explain this, it's one a.m. and I've been at this for two hours, y'all.)

Now onto our second Prue/Andy daughter: Presley! At this point, they've been raising a daughter in the house, maybe even another of the sisters' kids, so there isn't as much of a strictness on her at all points. Don't get me wrong, there's still a level of protectiveness, but Peri's continuing survival has proven to Prue and Andy that magic isn't an instant death sentence. But I'd say that it's Presley's powers that shape her so fundamentally here.

Presley ends up with molecular immobilization initially, but her powers don't advance to molecular combustion. Instead, her next power is an extension of slowing down molecules to freezing them entirely (molecular inhibition, the freezing power that warlock!Piper temporarily had when the sisters were turned evil in Prue's Dark Wedding to Zile). So she ends up being able to freeze things metaphorically and literally. Over time, the molecular inhibition grows to be a bit more versatile, specifically in regards to hand gestures. I'm trying to decide if there's another logical advancement here, but I think that makes her powerful enough for now at least.

With the ability to temporarily freeze everything around her, Presley utilized it to give her time to think. She's very analytic, observant, and intelligent. Unlike her sisters, she's more quiet and introverted but has no issue interacting with people. She's just more content to observe the people around her than be as social as her sisters but is perfectly fine with other people approaching her. Like her mother, she can be a bit prideful and bossy, and Presley can sometimes assume that she knows best because of her observations and intelligent. She actually works adjacent to her dad as a forensic specialist because I knew I wanted her adjacent but not actually a cop. I'm not sure what her specialty is yet though! Her vibe is a lighter neutral Sherlock Holmes and a park on a nice day. (I know that doesn't make it sense, I am simply trying to translate the vibe in my head.)

I think that the last daughter is probably after the craziness has finally died down for the sisters so maybe after any Ultimate Battles or something. They're finally able to just live their lives how they please, with not so many demon attacks, which is when Prue has her last daughter.

Our youngest witch is Pamela Dorothea Halliwell! Dorothea is a shout-out to Prue's love of photography, specifically to Dorothea Lange. Considered one of the most influential photojournalists of the 20th century, Dorothea Lange is known for her work during the Great Depression. Pamela is actually also a shout-out to Pamela Barnes, a psychic in Supernatural! It can also be considered a shout-out to Pamela Bousquet, a Warren ancestor in one of the spinoff novels, who had telepathy.

Pamela rounds out our trio as the resident psychic. While her primary power is premonitions, she's fascinated by divination as a whole, including her powers expanding to show her the past and future, reading palms and tarot cards, and whatever else you'd count that as. Beyond just seeing the future, she also has astral projection, telepathy, empathy, and dream leaping. Her family is pretty sure that at least some of this is magic that she learned instead of naturally possessed, but neither she nor they could tell you which is her own natural power and which she gained through studying the craft. Technically, Pamela could be a threat if she was interested in fighting demons, but she's much more interested in the study of magic and her specific branch of it to wield her powers offensively. She's a threat despite not because of the way she studies.

Continuing with the psychic vibes, Pamela is best described as somewhat dreamy. She's an absolute sweetheart but can get a bit lost in her own head sometimes, which can be dangerous with her powers. Despite what you may initially think, she is voracious when it comes to learning and wants to know everything about everything. She pursues her passion with relentless abandon, which can sometimes bite her on the ass. Honestly, a lot of her dreaminess and kookiness is because of her powers, which are going to cause her some problems soon if she doesn't figure out how to not get lost in them. So of course she works in a witch shop reading palms and tarot cards, basically a more legit "The Amazing Phoebe!"

In my head, I think that Perri is about 26, Presley is about 24, and Pamela is about 21 maybe. The girls are all still in California but maybe spread out a little. Perri is probably in some more fashion-y city that I'd have to ask my sister to pick (but not tonight bc she'd kill me for waking her up at 2 a.m.) while Presley may still be in San Francisco but Pamela definitely is.

Okay, so this definitely ended up taking and being a lot longer than I thought it would be, but this was so much fun! I'm always a sucker for the next gen, and I love thinking about how it may have turned out differently with different characters, relationships, or plots. It's especially fun because there's so many possibilities in the Charmed 'verse for the kids and I'd love to spin out some of the ones that unfortunately just didn't fit for my "canon" kids. (I used to do Charmed roleplay on Tumblr and actually have a new blog that I'm probably never going to actually use, and it has the entire set up of an alternate next generation stemming from Pandora, Paige's daughter, in the Warren Witches spinoff novel. Pretty much all of Phoebe's kids were designed to utilize some of the interesting power ideas I couldn't make my canon girls get.)

But if you have any other suggestions like this, definitely drop it in my askbox! This was so much fun! (Granted, it's two a.m. and I have to be at work at 8:30 tomorrow but whatever.)

[thelordofgifs]

Omg congrats on 300!! Gonna be entirely predictable here but cld i ask for a finrod/bëor snippet pls and thank u <3

Over two months later… here you go!! ❤️❤️ this is like. incidentally Finrod/Bëor – I got a bit scared off writing Bëor by all the incredible fics of him I’ve read by my lovely talented Finrod/Bëor mutuals, but I hope this satisfies anyway!

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Nargothrond was very beautiful, it was true. Finrod’s halls gleamed with all the bright generous spirit of their lord: every wall adorned with tapestries, every underground waterfall passing through nooks so cunningly wrought that one almost missed the gems that gleamed at the bottoms of the little pools. And the Elves of the hidden city, too, were welcoming, even battered and wearied as they had been made by the ravages of war. How could anyone wish not to dwell here?

And yet. And yet.

Finduilas missed Tol Sirion, which her father had held for Finrod since long before her birth. She missed the cool air of the north, missed the little gurgle of the Sirion in its infancy rushing past the island, so utterly different from the roar of the mighty Narog overhead.

She missed her mother; but to dwell on that would only send her father further into his spiral of despondency, and so she tried not to. And perhaps it was easier to grieve a tower or an island or a river than a whole person, there one moment and cut away from the fabric of the world the next.

So she went light-footed through the sparkling caverns, singing oftener than not; she befriended her cousin Celebrimbor, and made herself instrumental to easing the tension between the veterans of Nargothrond and the newly-arrived Fëanorian hosts from Himlad; she attended every formal banquet, even when her father was too sick to leave their quarters, and began to exchange shy smiles with the lord Gwindor when he sat opposite her.

Today, however, it was all too much; and she felt quite certain that offering up one more brilliant smile would kill her. Breathing hard, she shut the door of the King’s chambers firmly behind her, and then stopped short.

“Hello, Finduilas,” said her uncle.

“Uncle Finrod,” Finduilas gasped. “Oh, I am sorry – I did not think to find you here—” Finrod was usually socialising in the main halls at this time in the afternoon. “And you said—”

“I said that you were welcome to amuse yourself however you wished in my quarters, whenever you liked,” said Finrod gently. “I see no reason for that to change.”

“I have no wish to disturb you,” Finduilas said. Finrod looked sad, in a way she had not seen him since their arrival in his halls. Which was absurd, come to think of it: two of his brothers had died in the Dagor Bragollach, after all.

Perhaps Finduilas was not the only one who found laughter easier than grief. 

Today Finrod was as unfailingly kind as ever, pointing her towards a few volumes of Sindarin poetry she had not read before, but he did not seem chatty. He was frowning over a small trinket in his hand, as absorbed as though it, too, was inscribed with masterful lines of verse. From time to time he rubbed absentmindedly at the bare index finger of his left hand.

Finduilas set down her book and decided to be bold. “Uncle Finrod,” she said, “where is your ring?”

It could hardly be accounted one of Finrod Felagund’s finest gems, the little silver ring formed of two entwined serpents with emerald eyes; but as a child Finduilas had been fascinated by it, and her uncle had told her that his own father had made it for him, long ago in Valinor. Its absence had been one of the first things she had noticed about Finrod after coming to Nargothrond. It did not seem much like him to lose it.

Finrod did not look offended. In fact, he smiled a little. “I gave it to a mortal,” he said. “To Barahir son of Bregor, the Lord of Dorthonion.”

“A mortal,” Finduilas echoed curiously. “One of the line of Bëor?”

An odd spasm passed over Finrod’s face. “Yes,” he said briefly. “He saved my life in the Fen of Serech, and those of my company.” He passed a hand over his eyes and sighed. “And he shall pass before me too, whose grandfather’s grandfather I laughed with in his youth! A moth before the candle-flame indeed. Ah, Finduilas, it is hard, sometimes, to love so dearly something so fleeting.”

“Then why?” Finduilas asked softly. She rose to her feet and came to stand by Finrod’s shoulder. “Uncle, is there not grief enough in the world already?”

Finrod’s blue eyes, usually so warm, were very mournful now. “I hoped never to hear a child of the Long Peace speak so,” he said.

“I have heard you say that grief is the lot of all the Eldar,” Finduilas countered.

“Did I say so?” Finrod sounded a little surprised. He looked down at the little locket in his hand. Up close, Finduilas could see that there was something clasped within its halves, a miniature portrait etched on resin. “Aye, I spoke truly enough – or so I feel, in my fits of melancholy.”

Until recently Finduilas would not have named any elf less prone to fits of melancholy than Finrod Felagund.

She looked at the portrait. It was of a mortal Man, she saw immediately, for his face was bearded and the lines of his hair were occasionally abbreviated, as though to suggest a sprinkling of white amid the dark. The likeness, she could tell, was very good – and she saw also that the one who had made the little etching had cared for its subject deeply.

“That is he,” said Finrod, following her gaze. “Balan himself – or Bëor, as you would know him.”

A strange and wondrous thought came to Finduilas then. “Uncle, did you – love him?” she asked.

“As deeply as any person ever loved another,” said Finrod, and he sighed.

Finduilas thought of her father’s terrible silent grief, which was his for all the rest of his eternal days, unless he too passed to the Halls of Mandos. “I am very sorry,” she said honestly; and then, as if some power greater than her own will had taken possession of her tongue, she blurted out, “How could you choose that?”

“The parting for all time?” Finrod asked, his voice heavy. “Watching him fade, and then his children and his grandchildren too?”

Finduilas bit her tongue and nodded.

“I did not choose it,” said Finrod. “Love is not always something you choose, dear niece. You will understand that some day.”

Finduilas thought of Gwindor, and blushed a little – but she was not entirely sure she agreed. Their courtship felt a most deliberate dance, to her.

“Would you choose it again, if you could?” she asked. “Knowing how it ended?”

Finrod met her eyes. “Yes,” he said, unhesitatingly. Finduilas must have looked puzzled, for he said, “Love mingled with grief is sometimes the sweeter for it, Finduilas.”

Finduilas did not understand him, then. It was not until many years after Finrod’s own passing, when she stood in her father’s hall and saw the dark-haired stranger before him, that her uncle’s words came back to her ears, and she knew them to be true.

[biitchcakes]

Ideas for a FALLOUT verse :

i'm gonna ramble here but i wanna get What I'm Thinking out.

OPTION 1 :

Jessica's Fallout story is very similar to how her life starts now ⸺ only, instead of Hydra that's employed her parents, it's the Institute. Researchers in genetics that would be very interested in some Big Brain Biologists like the Drews. Perhaps they're wanted for their research into irradiated spiders ( we don't see any mutated spiders iirc?? so like, maybe they survived pretty unaffected, stayed normal, and maybe that's why they're being researched on? 🤷‍♀️ ), or perhaps not and they're just normal biologists and one of them is more than willing to use their daughter as a genetic guinea pig.

She's poked and prodded at as a child, perhaps even still while she's developing within the womb. She's got a slight immunity to radiation ( decently so, but not entirely safe from it as i'm not looking to Ghoulify the gal ).

Does this make her some sort of mutant by Fallout standards? Just lacking the FEV? Something instead of the FEV, really. I suppose, sorta kinda. And I might touch on that.

OPTION 2 :

I mean, I mean, look at Fallout 4's main storyline and look at what's happening to her in her comics right now ⸺ her son is abducted by an evil organisation, goes on a wild hunt and stops at nothing to find him. ( Replaying the game rn with her as a character, and every time she sadly says something like "I need to find my son, they've abducted my boy" it's a GUT PUNCH ⸺ TOO REAL RN )

I'd make her married to someone random, and I'd rename Shaun to Gerry.

If I go this route, a more Fallout 4-esque story not a one for one, I'm gonna work her being a detective for Nick Valentine in there somehow. I can't not do that. Everything else is so perfect already, how can I leave that out too? ( in his Raggedy Ass Columbo Jacket and all <3 )

Either way, some KEY THINGS I wanna hit:

She's a bounty hunter.

Her weapons of choice? Modified biker gloves charged with fusion cells, looks like lil electrified balls firing as she uses them. As well as a pistol fitted with a laser attachment that she's affectionately named her Venom Blaster. ( Think Pew Pew from FO:NV. ) I was gonna go with knuckle dusters but I like the biker gloves more. Suits her. Plus that means she's got some sort of range on them like she would her real venom blasts. How do they work technically? I'll get there.

In lieu of her pheromones, she's got high as all hell charisma. Could charm the dew right off a honeysuckle. And, if possible, some way to work in the Black Widow perk from New Vegas, 3 & 4.

She'll be younger than she is now ⸺ instead of being typically 28 - 32, I'm taking her down to 24 - 28.

There's a brief, and I mean very brief, period of time in the comics where she smokes. I'm bringing that back for this verse. Pay her in caps, or depending on the job, a pack of smokes. If you wanna gain some points toward her good side, bring her a pack out of the blue.

Still from London, but her parents move to the States at some point before the bomb.

[r3dblccd]

New Muses Alert!!

The new year calls for new muses! Here are a few muses that I think of adding to my muse list. For now, they will only be test muses until I decide wether to keep them or not. Do let me know if you find interest in any of of them ^^

Gwon Haneul, (fc: Yeo H.wanwoong), he/they, gay, a witch (has a human verse too) & a spy. If I am gonna give Nao a spy verse, then I am gonna give them someone to work with too bc I can. Haneul used to work alone, he preferred it that way, but after encountering the unfortunate situation Nao was in with their ex. Nao was a spy too, but thing took a wrong turn after meeting with Kiji. They did manage to escape, but had a lot of wounds that could kill them if they weren't treated asap. Fortunately for them Haneul happened to investigate Kiji and was aware of their setback. He took pity on them and helped them out for some time until they could go their separate ways and so Haneul wouldn't feel guilty for leaving Nao in the dirt. But as time passed, they grew fond of Nao and eventually agreed to form a team with them. Says he's an only child while actually having siblings as a safety percussion.

Luis Perez (fc: E.van M.ock), he/him, bisexual, a professional basketball player who had to quit playing due to an injury, now he helps out aspiring athletes with tips and whatever he can do. Is in a bit of a (messy) situationship with Jasmine.

Intira 'Jasmine' Kaeomani (fc: Anatchaya Suputhipong, aka Natty), she/her, bisexual, a personal stylist. Is in bit of a (messy) situationship with Luis (it started out as a publicity stunt).

Zig (fc: Kim B.ora) - she/him, lesbian, werewolf, mechanic working in the same repair shop as Chul. She's a rework of an old muse of mine. She used to grow up quick after she got abandoned by her family. At some point she found where they lived, but stopped herself from paying them a visit. Zig wondered why it all happened to her, but as time went on, she decided to stop thinking about it. After all, her parents probably didn't think as much about her as she did about them. So in the end she got used to living on her own. Her working in Chul's repair shop was completely coincidental. After she got fired from her last job as a waitress she needed to find a new job quickly and Chul needed someone who could take over the shop when he couldn't be around. Thankfully Zig had some prior knowledge when it came to cars and motorcycles, the rest she learned on the move as she's the type to learn quick, she had no choice but to learn fast all her life.

Andrea Wells (fc: M.ikey M.adison), she/her, questioning, a secretary at day, a comedian at night, also runs a popular faceless blog where she puts some interesting things for those willing to pay, would honestly give up her job as a secretary in a heartbeat if she had that option

Saeki Kiyomi (fc: H.ashimoto K.anna/K.utsuna Sh.iori), slightly inspired by the game MiSide, DKDKLC, or any similar games where one of the characters of a video game seems to have gained consciousness and has tried to gain consciousness (especially that looks innocent on the surface at first but is much darker once you get into the thick of it and there's a bit of fourth wall breaking), and also slight insiration from the webtoons S.urving R.omance and Z.omgan. There were so many stories about normal people transporting to another much different world than theirs, a world that no normal human would believe actually exists. If they were true, then was it possible for those same characters from the stories to be transported into the world of the humans? Kiyomi didn't even think about that at first. She wasn't programmed to think about that at first. She was supposed to be your traditional love interest of the main character in any video game, a character without much depth usually. But one day something happened. A glitch, perhaps. Something that slipped through the developer's eyes and started to corrupt the files. By the time they have noticed, it have already been too late. That is when Kiyomi saw beyond the wall. She saw who the real player was. She realized that most likely she wasn't their top priority. That in her current form they would never have their true happily ever after. Who knows, the player could find someone else, someone real and abandon her. So then, when nobody was watching, she began her biggest experiment, the first thing that she did and that she wasn't hard-wired to try to do. It starter with the first player, the experiment continued with the second, and the third, and so on. One could never guess the darkness that was brewing in a game that was supposed to be just for fun. As people from the real world started to disappear, the police began to suspect that there's a serial murderer on the rise. But they couldn't find a lead that could lead them to a suspect, nobody questioned the fact that there was one thing connecting all of the victims - that they all had that same dating game app on their devices and the last thing they had opened was that same app. What? They went into the screen? That's too silly, unbelievable. There was nothing that could make the developer of the game a suspect either. So the cases quickly went cold. As for Love Bytes, the game all of the missing people turned out to be playing, while the game became quite popular, with people making their own urban legend of some sort connected to it that everybody who plays it will enter the world of the game and would never return, something else managed to get out. Kiyomi who managed to learn quite a bit through her experiments created a copy of herself in the game while she herself managed to transport into the world of the humans. Now she can go back and forth through both worlds, though the world of the humans is always more interesting to her. But one thing never changed. She never managed to overwrite her desire to find her true love, no matter what she must do to have the one she wants. (please keep in mind that this character takes on some yandere personality traits and there would be possible themes of stalking, violence and torture with her. You can proceed interacting with her with caution). In the human world, she's working as an accountant in a big company. A pretty ordinary job f̧̡̛̦̜̯̞͚̜̬͉͗͊̅ͬ͂ͣ͑̌̾̂͛ǫ̶̸̡͚̙̺̰͇̘͗ͭ̅̏͑͑ͨ͐͛̈ͭͮͣͭ͘͟ŗ̴͙̰̰̰͇̱ͥ̀͐̊ͬ́̈̀͐̀̈́ͫ̍͟ͅ ą̬͚ͮ̀̓̚͝n̶̴̡̧̺͓̠̻̮̠͂̍̂͂̇̉ͧ̋ͦͭ͟ o̶̷̧̡̡͍͓̞̫̫̺̼͇̫̱͍̬̗̞̻̲̻ͨ͋́͌̅̒̏̓ͭ̇̔ͤ̈ͥ͗̓͘̚͜r̸̶̨̫̬̭̺̜͎̳͚̜̺̜̜̼͈̲͙͖͖̰̿ͥ͌ͭ̏̌̋ͧͫ̔̈́̓̓̑͊̉̓ͤͯ͊͞͡͝d̵̸̵̶̲̥͕̝̩̙͖͖̭̦̳̙̙ͮ̍̿̿̋ͪ̉̓̓̏̌ͫ̍̽ͨͥ̐́̾̌̊̉ͨ͂̕̚͟͠i̱̻̥̗̤͉͆̂͌̏̈͐ͯ̃ͮ̚͞n̸̡̛̰͇̖͕̪̝̬͌͒͑ͪ̂̅ͦͬ̍ͣ͂͝a̜͔̫̜͖͇͙ͪ͐̉͐̀̃̅̋͊ͩ̑́ͮ͗ͣ͞_̙̭̬ͅr̪̖̱ͣͥ̍ͅy̡̒ g̴̵̨̢̢̳̯̼͙̹̫̅ͫ̂̑̀̂̽̒ͩ͋ͫ̚͟͝͡͡į̻̪̤̰̗̖͚̬̤̞̈́̄̿͑ͩ͒̊͢͡ͅr͇̝̣̩ͯ̃͑ͧ͆̀͘͜l̵̷̴̨̩͈̻̣̤͚͍̭̙͗̌ͥͭͧ̊͆̽͐̐͑̉̾͗̄̏ͮ͌͌ͦͭ̽̔̕̕͠ͅ.

[bha3ls]

new redeemed verse and a lil waffle of why i changed things below

i've been kinda. stuck? for a minute on rinns redeemed verse and what to do with it. bc it enables certain interactions she doesn't have in her main verse. but in it's current state of just following the redeemed durge path it...doesn't make sense for who she is as a person. rinn, unfortunately, will do anything it takes to survive. the only time she'll embrace death is if everyone else has been slaughtered.

one of the foundations of who she is, is how effectively she was broken before going to the temple. those years trying to reject the urge and failing, completely alone, broke her ability to resist. having the party and their support allows her to reject her father - but never to his face. until the temple, her father is just a ominous figure sceleritas tells her of, she has deniability of who he is, and therefore it's easy to reject his wishes. being in his temple / facing his avatar is...a fair bit different, and frankly she isn't strong enough to reject him to his face. she isn't strong enough to die.

tldr; rinn will never be strong enough to reject bhaal to his face, and so she will always accept becoming his chosen again. this time it's just out of fear rather than devotion. she's gonna suffer for it.

the redeemed durge path is the same up until the temple in act 3, so she doesn't kill isobel and discourages killing aylin / she supports shadowheart rejecting shar / resists the urge where possible / discourages astarion from ascending...still encourages wyll to break his contract though. idk she cares about her companions gaining freedom rather than gaining power in this verse.

still murdery though

when bhaal offers her to become his chosen again, she's unable to say no. afterwards she will express remorse and honestly tell the party that he would have killed her if she rejected him, and promises she's still in it to destroy the brain.

and she keeps that promise!! she doesn't hesitate to end the brain regardless of bhaals punishment.

this is where the major divergence happens. when they're in the clear, she gets a vision of her punishment. it won't be going mad.

she's more than bhaals child, she's a literal extension of him, and he's always been slightly more lenient with her. and this time it's no different, he lays down a path for her to earn his forgiveness while making her suffer.

he strips her of her place as his chosen, for one, and many of the gifts that came with it. exiling her from the temple until she proves herself again.

her true punishment comes in the form of taking her memories. that part doesn't happen immediately, the curse takes hold overnight, giving her long enough to tell the party some of whats to come.

she won't remember anything. not of the tadpoles, the absolute, or the things they've done together. unable to even recall snippets. and she won't remember what she is.

the nasty part of the curse is that even if she's told she's bhaalspawn, she'll forget immediately. she cannot retain that information. everything else, she can remember even if she feels nothing for the bonds they formed.

bhaals gone back to foundations. when he made her, he left her on the streets of city to make a home and then ruin it. he simply repeats; the urge is silent again, a ticking timebomb, and in months or years he'll set it off again. so whatever home she's able to make will die just like the first time.

rinn will get some years of freedom, but she's lost everything. literally. and that freedom will come to a violent end when he decides it, and without memories she'll never be able to prepare for it. then he'll wait for her to break under the weight of the urge and only when she's proven herself she'll get those memories back.

[its-all-papaya]

🖊️ I remember hatinggg showing anyone my writing back when I used to write consistently lol

📖 (book, not sure if that was the right emoji lmao) Ik atm this fic is its own thing but do you have any one shots or other things you’d like to write for dad!lando in the future? I feel like if I ended up wiring a 100k word fic I’d never be able to stop thinking of more and more scenarios for them lol

Hope you are doing well!

- og dad!Lando anon again :)

🔒 [Lock] Would you let your family, friends, or other people you know in real life read your WIP?

NO ! i'd actually rather poke my own eyes out tbh. the main explanation there is that nobody in my real life knows that i even like fanfiction or participate in fan communities, let alone that i WRITE fic in an rpf fandom. my family is largely rlly conservative and religious and i don't have irl friends who i trust with this kind of info about me lmao. there's literally one person in my whole life who i've known irl and talked to about fandom stuff, and even then, she was into like... canon het ships, so i never got in the nitty gritty of it.

separately, yes, i hate when people read my creative writing. i've never minded sharing my analytical stuff (research papers from college etc), mainly because i think i'm better at it than most people i know? which sounds egotistical, but operationally just means nobody was really in a position to criticize my literary analysis bc none of them knew enough theory to be like 'actually that's not what xyz scholar meant by that.' additionally, i write 27425304284 words every week for work and everyone reads them and idgaf bc again, i think i'm pretty good at that part of my job. sharing CREATIVE work is mortifying. i think if anybody ever criticized it in any way i would burst into very real tears. it's why i don't have ppl proof my stuff or pre-read it, like i actually ONLY want to know people's opinions on my stuff if they are complimentary and through the internet, otherwise i will dissolve into a puddle of self-critical goo. i haven't shared creative writing voluntarily outside of a classroom since i was like nine years old.

📚 [Books] Is this WIP part of a series or standalone?

short answer, yes, dad lando will probably be a 'verse at some point. I'm not planning anything else CLOSE to the length of the main/original fic, but i have at least three or four one-shot ideas that i might write down the line. i talked about enough out-of-scope stuff in early dad lando asks that i have ideas just sitting around about older emma - the second child thing, the emma in the paddock thing, exploring emma and oscar's relationship when it's strong - and additionally there's a landoscar wedding plot knockin around in my brain among other assorted future-y things for lando, osc and emma. not guaranteeing anything bc i have nooooo idea how i'm gonna feel when this is done and out there, but i'd say odds are better than not!

ty dad lando anon <3

[manyfandomocs]

So because of @randomestfandoms-ocs (again, Maddie has been enabling/helping me a lot recently) I now have 3 different versions/universes of Evanora Malfoy! (All of her Hogwarts years remains the same, these just affect what happens during the first wizarding war and after)

1. Dead Girl of Godric’s Hollow, a universe where Evanora dies with James and Lily. When I write these this AU would technically just be like a couple of “what if” chapters with both Harry and Draco learning about her and possibly some other people

2. Speechless, the main Evanora universe (hence why it’s taking the fic title I already gave her unless I split up the adult and Hogwarts years). This world is pretty much what has been said of her already just with some final decisions I haven’t said. Evanora lives, her life as a double agent for the Order is now only known by those living members but to the public she is just Lucius’ little sister who was dubiously a Death Eater (the widely believed claim is that she is one of the ones that claimed to be under the Imperius Curse). She marries Tiberius Nott as Rabastan was arrested and Tiberius' wife died in childbirth, so she begins raising her stepson Theodore and even has a child herself all while dealing with the knowledge that she can’t raise her first son and practically cut off from any friends she had in the Order to maintain her Malfoy pureblood princess image. But when Harry Potter starts at Hogwarts, she decides to start teaching Astronomy during his second year.

3. When The World's At Stake, a universe where Evanora raises Harry. After James and Lily died, Evanora said screw Dumbledore wanting to ignore every wish James and Lily had and took Harry to raise him. Evanora and Harry Potter lived a peaceful life in Cambridge, she didn’t keep magic from him (because especially in the early years, she struggled a lot with doing things the muggle way so she has always used some magic around him) but she also has not shied away from telling him why they weren’t living amongst other wizards. But when Harry’s letter comes, when Hagrid comes, Evanora has to be ready to send her son back into a world they had left behind. (She may also be a Hogwarts teacher in this verse TBD)

(ALSO Jennifer Morrison is now her older casting for Speechless and When The World's At Stake!!!)

(And just gonna tag @cecexwrites and @daughter-of-melpomene again because wizarding world)

[taylortruther]

Alright this is gonna be wordy and a little all over the place but I love seven so much I will never pass an opportunity to talk about it (this is the first anon, btw)

first, I love anything piano based (my fav insturment <3) and I'm also a big fan of Taylor's head voice.

I think seven is the most unique song she's ever written. In terms of production, lyrics, storytelling and the subject of the song. She's never written anything remotely like this and probably never will. I don't think I've heard anything like it from any other artist as well. The song has a certain type of wisdom in it that everyone knows but few can articulate so beautifully.

I love the fact the production sounds like summer. I wish I had more knowledge in music to properly explain it, but something about that piano-based upbeat melody really takes you back in time to your first summer vacation from school.

I'm a big fan of words, storytelling and poetry so the main reason I love it so much is the lyrics

The "please picture me in the trees" to "please picture me in the weeds"

"I hit my peak at seven" and the little pause before "feet in the swing" because it's both literal and metaphorical. She swung so high she reached seven feet (obviously not really, but she was a kid and they only speak with hyperboles), but she also peaked emotionally at that age - she was the freest she's ever been, a ferocious child not bound by expectations and social norms and voices that implore she should be doing more. Everything in this sing is both literal and metaphorical.

I am so in love with the lyric "are there still beautiful things?" I want to tattoo it. I feel like this lyrics is the thesis of The Catcher In The Rye and I enjoyed the book and I love it when works of literature parallel. It's one of the most relatable lines she's written becasuse are there still beautiful things? Is there anything beautiful in adulthood? Is there still beauty in the world when you can no longer swing so high you fly above your hometown, or when you realize that fairytales and prince charming don't exist? When your life expand beyond the simplicity of drinking sweet tea and braiding your friend's hair, could you ever find this simple, unfiltered joy again?

I have a tattoo referencing "I love you to the moon and to saturn" it's just a very wholesome lyric.

I think knowing Taylor and what she's being through helps appericate this song more because "I used to scream ferociously anytime I wanted" hits different when it comes from the woman who had to sit quietly and politely, and be a good girl as people made jokes on her expense. It's also something she talks about in Marjorie, "Never be so polite, you forget your power / Never wield such power, you forget to be polite" I love the way this part of the song is phrased, the fact it's both "please picture me running through the fields as a child" and "when I was a child I could throw a tantrum in the grocery store". (I just love when Taylor does this, like with the line "your hometown skeptics called it - champagne probelms" it tickles something in my brain). She wants to be remembered in her freest form, rather than what she was forced to grow up into.

And then, obviously, there is the verse discussing child abuse. I know that spoke to many people and I find it beautiful.

I love that even this story within the song helps demonstrate her naïvete. She was so young, she couldn't fathom the idea that a father could be cruel to their child, she had to find another reason and the most logical one was ghosts. And that brings me back to "are there still beautiful things?" because when she was a child the thing that bothered her the most was whether snow white's house is near or far away, and now the questions she asks herself are more like "will I survive this?" "Would they believe me if I come forward?" "Will it be ok?" There is no going back once you learn and experience these kind of things.

I'm obsessed with "I think you should come live with me and we could be pirates, then you won't have to cry" because a. I love pirates and b. It's just so adorable! This lyric makes me wanna eat drywall.

I also really love "though I can recall your face, I still got love for you // just like a folk song, our live will be passed on" It's been so long since she's seen her friend she doesn't actually remember them but this love is still deep inside her and it's passed down onto everything, it's in the sky and in the trees and in the sun. It's the kind of love that never fades. I especially like when she sings "and just like a folk song, out love will be passed on" because I really love the way she sings it.

I've had a blast writing this lol

and i had a blast reading it! thank you so much for sharing, you articulated all of this very beautifully and i think captured why so many fans love it. hugs to you anon :*