#in the background are the others having a friendly spar

[mydetheturk]

(from on the floor, feet propped against a wall) i just remembered how i redirected (because you can't fix him) legato in con au and i did it by "give this insane blue haired man who was in sexual slavery to the many mothers from mad max fury road. they won't fix him by any means but by god they can redirect him." and i did this because i knew - i knew - that if tesla in the con au got her terrifying hands on him she'd make him Worse.

oh im still letting him look upon knives as though knives is an angel though, don't worry about that part. knives just has to crash in the back of his jeep while still sharp and pointy and all fallen angel n stuff and convince legato to take him home

[demonslayerunhinged]

I've always wondered why Sanemi made this statement. He could've said 'Why are you here?', 'What are you doing here?' and so on but he chooses to use the word 'spying'. It almost seems like Tanjiro (bestest boy ❤) walked in on something he wasn't supposed to see.

Unhinged theory: This wasn't just a normal spar or hashira training moment, this was a private conversation between Sanemi and Giyuu.

Let me explain:

We all know that Sanemi hates Giyuu's 'I'm not like you guys attitude' and it's also funny how he's the only one who addresses this and tries to get an explanation out of him. It's a way to show that he cares but his aggressive nature makes it seem commanding and angry.

So he goes (by his own volition, mind you!) to Giyuu's crib to talk to him. but how do the two emotionally-stunted men talk to each other? By fighting of course!

Even the fight itself seems more like a dance or a conversation rather than actual training, there's also the background music that mixes the themes of both guys.

This all culmulates to the final move which has Sanemi trying to break through and talk to Giyuu and Giyuu bless his heart unintentionally keeping up his barriers.

Another point that shows how it's more than a friendly hashira training session is the fact that Sanemi suggests that they brawl it out. There's nothing that will come out of this training-wise and it seems like it's just an excuse to get some kind of reaction out of Giyuu.

Then Tanjiro (bestest boy ❤) interrupts their conversation so Sanemi gets pissed. He even rants about it hours later!

Look at his dude, like why so angry my guy? 😂

It got me thinking, what would have happened if Tanjiro (bestest boy ❤) hadn't interrupted?

[ma1dita]

entropy

a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 3.6k

summary: (pre-established relationship) The one where you both blur the lines between annoyance and admiration. You and Luke forge a promise of becoming partners in crime. (Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader)

a/n: something happy for the tl– this is the official end of the pre-established relationship arc!! contains two demigods hating their godrents and typical teenager mood swings (thanks for being patient during my hiatus! missed yall <3)

(posted 6/20/24, semi-edited)

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Whoever said that finding where you belong is the key to happiness must have been lying.

That, or they’ve never known what it’s like to be a 15-year-old girl.

Sweat drips down the side of your brow bone in the middle of the summer heat. It’s a mystery why you’re still out here with the blistering itch of humidity sending everyone at Camp Half-Blood out to the lake to cool off during free period. You’ve never been friendly with the other campers anyway. It’s not for lack of trying—but toeing the line between being a total psychopath (because of who your dad is—THE god of insanity) and the biggest possible narc (also because of who your dad is—the worst camp director ever) didn’t exactly help your reputation in the past year of taking up space here.

And honestly… teenagers can be fucking mean.

The Aphrodite kids often laugh at your unkempt appearance, hair brushed only by the warm breeze and your camp shirt twisted and tie-dyed to your liking. You had a knack for getting into trouble with the Hephaestus kids after setting something on fire at the armory once… or twice. The Apollo kids were nice enough for as long as you’d sing a song—but there was no way you’d stick in the background arranging sheet music and playing guitar for them forever. Athena cabin was always too cool for you—with no one but little Annabeth Chase entertaining your endless chattering (but if anyone asked, you’d think it’s because they’re all sore losers when it comes to chess). The Ares kids were a little more your speed if only they would stop using you as moving target practice and the Demeter kids might’ve been nicer if you knew how to grow anything other than strawberries. 

It was nice to be included, you guess. Tolerated at best.

But it wasn’t the same as feeling like you belonged.

From the corner of your eye, you see Luke Castellan come back from lunch and dust kicks up from under your boots as you cross your legs in the lawn chair you sit in. Blinking harshly, you realize you’ve been squinting at the sun for ages. He’s seen you do weirder things since you’ve both somewhat acclimated yourselves to Camp Half-Blood’s culture, with you becoming a bit of an oddity as well as local entertainment with the shit you pull to get your dad to look your way. But it was something about the way you were so still under the sunlight that piqued his interest.

And quiet. You were never quiet.

Since you moved out of cabin 11 almost a year ago, his life has admittedly been a bit more peaceful, him finding his groove as a camper and…becoming everything that you’re not. Sure, he’s getting used to calling this place home, but where he shines, you’ve… struggled. Can’t say the same for him though—admittedly his life is kinda great right now.

If you needed a sub for volleyball, Luke’s your guy. Oh no, we need help bringing bushels of strawberries to the kitchens! Luke’s there to help. Someone needs a hand with sparring— there’s no one better than Luke Castellan! The all-star camper, and everyone’s best friend. He’s in talks to become cabin counselor by next year while you’ve had almost every punishment Mr. D can think of giving.

No dessert, shoveling pegasus shit, helping the nymphs on your days off, and the list just goes on. Sometimes you wonder if it’s your father’s way of keeping you busy so he doesn’t have to see you—it’s a miracle you haven’t been disintegrated yet by the god of insanity himself, but perhaps that’s both a pro and con of being his only daughter.

On his way out of his cabin, he stops short a ways away from the firepit, gaze falling upon the red tips of your hair hanging off the chair you lay on (chemically lightened by lemon juice and Kool-Aid you’ve recently learned to conjure). The piercings in your ears sparkle in the warm light—you and a few kids from the Hephaestus cabin pulled them off one late night with sewing needles and apples from the kitchens. 

It’s crazy what you can learn about someone by watching them from afar. Slightly creepy, and kind of concerning, but if anyone bothered to ask, Luke had an excuse for why he was always looking out the front window of cabin 11. The Hermes cabin was directly across the way from the Dionysus cabin, which housed its sole inhabitant, you. 

That in itself is a shitty excuse, he knows that, but… Luke worries. He knows he shouldn’t, but his eyes always subconsciously find their way back to you and whatever trouble you find yourself in—last week it was a pegasi stampede through the north end of the strawberry fields.

Yeah… you didn’t have a good explanation for that one either.

“Shouldn’t you be showing off and saving camp from a chimera, Castellan? Or kissing a baby, or something else super awesome and cool?” you mock, nose crinkling slightly.

He blinks, face falling as he stumbles off the porch towards you, a whisper of a smile still grazing his cheekbones. The sight almost makes you angry, really, and a part of him knows that he’s the bane of your existence. 

How rude of him to be good at everything and good-looking. Truthfully, it made his face very punchable, in your opinion—but the growing list of girls and boys that began to fawn over him after his growth spurt last winter probably think otherwise. 

“Only baby I see here is you,” he mumbles, pulling a chair up next to yours and flopping his dead weight into it, “What’re you doing here pouting all by yourself?”

Your eyes follow his movements and you can’t help but inspect all of him—from the lean muscles that ripple down his arms to the sweat that glitters as it kisses his cupid’s bow. 

He better not dare to kiss me even as a joke, you think, there would be nothing worse than that!

“Trouble? You know you scare me when you’re quiet. S’how I know you’re bothered by something,” Luke nudges your forearm jokingly, hands slightly sticky and smelling like cherries and smoke. His tongue is painted red from a popsicle he snuck out from the kitchens earlier. The sparklers he stole from the basement of the Big House still line his pockets.

No one ever looks twice at the golden boy, after all.

You shrug, kicking your legs under your bottom and staring back up at the clouds that hang overhead. Zeus could strike you down right now and you’d probably thank him. Death by the king of the gods seemed way more interesting than the personal hell of being at Camp Half-Blood you think, sputtering, “What’s it to you? Shouldn’t the camp hotshot have better things to do than hang around someone like me?” But the words feel heavy in your mouth, uncomfortable and clunky as you wet your lips with your tongue and clear your throat. Luke watches your eyes steel, turning away from him like orating a script to an imaginary audience. 

The world is your stage and you feel as if you’re but a performer that has to fulfill an act.

It’s easier somehow like this—to not let your feelings go rogue, or let yourself feel too strongly. All of your efforts have fallen short, despite your mother’s dying vow that these would be the best years of your life. But with one year down, sometimes you wonder if you’d stand a better chance out in the mortal world—hitchhiking your way back down south to the empty house you used to call home. 

Maybe a chimera would get you first. 

Or a hellhound. 

You could probably take a hellhound, right?

A smirk falls upon your lip, freshly bitten and raw and you realize he’s still there next to you. Luke is still watching you silently as his hand taps on the wooden arm of the lawn chair—a nonsensical beat that fills the silence that follows like someone feeling their way around a wound. His contemplation is gentle, even if your expression is festering the longer you sit together.

“You're literally the coolest girl here. Since when did you give a shit about what anyone has to say?”

Your face is stoic, amethyst eyes bouncing down the slope of his face and back up until they meet his that are honey-sweet. 

I CARE! a voice inside you wants to scream. It sounds like a little version of you stomping her foot until someone finally pays attention. But Luke’s eyes are already on your clenched fists and you haven’t made a single sound.

“Since when does Mr. Perfect know how to cuss?” you deflect, and he barks out a laugh, shaking his head yet nodding for you to continue. He knows that’s not what you meant to say.

“I can hardly believe that you of all people here think that I’m cool. I’m kind of a mess,” you try to reason, puffing your chest so that the breath makes your hair sway away from your face. 

“Sure,” Luke says as his chin rests against his arm. He blinks slowly, taking you in almost thoughtfully as he feels out his next words, “But you’re…you.” 

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Mischief prances through his features and you absolutely hate the look he gets on his face when he thinks he knows better than you.

Egotistical piece of shit.

Your hand jabs out to shove his, all of his front falling over in a fit of laughter as he catches himself and suddenly he’s too close. Close enough that for a moment, you’re scared he might see right through you.

Luke Castellan is not someone who would ever understand the pressure that you currently buckle under. 

“You’ve got it all, you know? You can do whatever you want, your dad notices you. You’ve already found your glory by just being here… I mean all of us here want tha—” Your fist hits the wall of muscle in his abdomen. It’s haphazard and a cheap shot that probably hurt you more than him, but anger was the first emotion to surface (and you did say he was punchable—next time you’ll aim for his jaw). Luke huffs, slightly winded, though if anything his ego is the only thing coming out of this with a bruise.

“What?”

“What do you mean what, asshole? You think I want any of this?” you laugh coldly, reeling away from him like he’s burned you. Hands to your chest, scalded by his words, Luke is trying to find the misstep in his actions with his mind running miles a minute as he watches your brows furrow and you’re shaking like a pot about to boil over.

“I knew you wouldn’t get it.”

You’re not looking at him anymore, trembling hands doing more harm than good as you throw your stuff into your worn knapsack. This must be your last straw, you think, quickly thinking of your meager belongings packed underneath your bed and a letter to your dad tucked under your pillow. This is your sign to get the hell out of here. But as you’re tugging the canvas cloth over your shoulder, a gentle hand clasps around the straps, and a soft, “Hey, hey…” makes its way towards your ears and the frosty feeling that surrounds your heart.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Luke mumbles, spinning you to look at him as he sighs. Worry is a familiar feeling he’s acquainted with over this past year of knowing you, “Come on now, tell me. I’m a better listener than I am at speaking, obviously…” He catches the quiver in your lip with a graze of his finger, leading you back to your seat and placing your bag at his feet—making sure you can’t run, and even if you wanted to, you’re unsure of what else you have left to lose. 

“Everyone thinks I have it easy because I don’t let anything break my smile. But I’d rather be anywhere than here. I’m a joke, hones—”

“Don’t say that,” he interjects, quickly silenced by your glare.

“You think it’s all sunshine and rainbows that I see my godrent every day? That what, I’m lucky?” 

Luke simpers, curls falling over his forehead as jealousy clouds his vision. He has a few choice words towards his own father, but surely it can’t be all that bad. Anything must be better than a broken mother and a dreadfully absent father. 

“Hit me with it already, Trouble.”

“My dad loves me because he has to. But there’s no way he actually likes me. It shouldn't get to me that much, even if he hates the parts of me I got from him, but it does. No one here likes me either.”

You don’t know whether you should laugh or cry, opening up to Luke like this. All you know is you haven’t been vulnerable to anyone in a while—the last you tried to talk to your dad about your dead mother left you with more questions than answers.

Trying to gauge the look on his face, you avert your eyes, picking at the peeling polish on your nails as you continue, “I think my father is lonely here in a camp full of children that aren’t his own and almost a mortal lifetime away from his seat on Olympus. He has a wife who waits for the eternity they’ll have to spend with each other. And I’m nothing but a smudge on his timeline— a reminder of a life that he had before saving her. I'm the last thing that holds him back from being happy.” 

He listens. And then he speaks, almost blurting, “I’m my dad’s favorite—or so they say. So he likes me for all the effort I put into being his son, but he doesn’t love me. Not how he should. I can count the number of times I’ve seen him and my mom’s not dead, even if it’s easier to tell everyone that. But I’ve lost her anyway and he let that happen.”

That’s grim.

There are cracks of darkness in the sunshine boy after all. There’s a gleam of angst in both of your stares, daring the other to compete in this little pity party and seeing who would give in first. But neither of you break—shiny fractals of both your experiences blending into an understanding.

A middle ground.

A huff of laughter is released between the both of you, breathy and warm hitting your cheeks as you turn to each other like little kids giggling in secret. Perhaps you are— two 15-year-olds feeling weightless for a moment now that your shoulders shake without the pressures you place upon yourselves, and by this kindness alone, maybe.... maybe this place isn't so bad.

Someone calls out for Luke, figures hidden in the forestline. The moment quickly ends after that, a fuzzy feeling in your chest left behind, ignited every time your eyes meet his. It’s like he didn’t hear anything though, stuck to your side still grinning like you could give him the key to the city.

“If it matters, I like you,” he chokes out, clearing his throat as his eyes dart away from yours. By the time the blush rises to his cheeks your eyebrows have already shot into your hairline in disbelief watching Luke Castellan, camp’s pride and joy stumble over the simplest words he’s spoken all day.

You’re quiet again, which stresses him out more— frantic words ripping through his teeth in a blur of "Um, erm, not like... I mean in the sense that—" and your tongue pokes through your cheek in a bad attempt to stop a smile. You look soft—and thankfully not like you’re about to punch him, finally having the upper hand when it comes to him. Luke blinks slowly, shaking his head— "You're just really cool."

“You said that already.”

He shrugs, not really having anything more to say. The boy is embarrassed enough.

Have you always looked that pretty when you’re smug?

Snorting at his flustered state, you mutter, “Olympus would rejoice the day I be more like you, you know that, Castellan?” And he shrugs playfully, liking the way you don’t press on the topic when you could’ve gone for blood, “Olympus might fall if you teach me a thing or two.”

The warning bell rings overhead and Chiron's voice booms over the speakers— “CAMPERS, MONSTER TECHNIQUES WILL BEGIN IN 10 MINUTES. PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY OVER TO THE AMPITHEATER.”

“I should go.”

“Sure. You’re teaching, right? New big gig,” you say nonchalantly as you expect him to leave and probably never talk to you again. You’re used to that by now, and whatever understanding between you doesn’t make you friends.

“Do you want to come with me?”

Oh.

Luke’s hands fidget at his sides, but his feet are planted deep into the dirt, his red Converse pushing the soil beneath him. He doesn’t want to leave. But he thinks that maybe if he had to, he’d leave a place like this for someone like you.

Maybe.

“Monster fighting is more your thing, isn’t it?”

He grins lamely, walking backward towards the woods with his eyes still on you, “You’ll find your thing. M’sure of it.” 

Rolling your eyes, you bend over to pick up your things again, “Yeah, yeah. Like anyone would want to hear me tell stories or do my little crafts.”

“Why the hell not, Trouble?”

Luke throws his hands up in the air before scampering away to join his friends. It's hard to admit, but he's got a point—maybe this is an idea your dad will actually appreciate. A shiver wracks through your body. You find yourself being excited about something to do at camp for the first time in a long time.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt to stay a little longer, you think as you trudge into your cabin, unknowingly kicking your knapsack further underneath the bed. You flop onto the bedspread with your notebook out, brainstorming what a Greek Legends and Theatrics workshop would look like. If you can get your words onto a page, you could pitch this to Mr. D by morning. A spark shines in your eye like the glittery glow-in-the-dark stars that hang from your bedroom ceiling.

Hopefully this won’t end in you shoveling pegasi shit.

—

You’re standing at the edge of the dining pavilion, tray in hand as campers bump past your frame, rushing towards their tables to eat dinner. There’s no one at your table but your dad and the idea of proposing the idea of your workshop sounds so terrifying right now that your stomach turns. 

And then there’s Luke Castellan waving you over towards the Hermes table like a madman.

Huh.

You thought being crazy was supposed to be your thing.

He clambers up over the bench, all gangly legs moving towards you until he’s there grabbing your tray from your hands with a smile, “Come on, trouble. Still got a spot at my table. Chris just falls into it before I ever get the chance to call you over.”

You look at him like he’s stupid, your hands on the opposing side of your tray and the both of you are locked in a stalemate in the middle of the pavilion. Curious eyes make their way over to you both, and murmurs of excitement for a fight start to rise. Here’s the thing—it’s something to grab attention, but it being put on you without your control is a bit nerve-wracking, to say the least.

“We're not allowed to mix tables, Castellan.”

“Since when do you care?”

Since when do YOU, you think. Standing between comfort and chaos, your eyes meet your father’s, expectant as he watches you from across the room. There is comfort in the silence that would consume you at your table. You’d be able to eat in peace and hear your thoughts compared to the lack of elbow space at Table 11. Too many of them steal each others’ desserts, crack bad jokes, and kick each other under the table, but it still makes you smile. You choose the chaos instead, slowly making your way over to the Hermes kids who greet you with a loud cheer.

Children of mischief and chaos are like birds of a feather, after all. There is comfort in this madness too—and you think Mr. D almost smiles when his eyes meet yours once more.

You’re crafty when it's something you can fix; painting a picture of yourself that’s cool and interesting for others to see, but in reality, all every teenager wants is to fit in.

Who would’ve thought Luke Castellan was going to help with that?

“One of these days you’re gonna have to put the nice boy act in your back pocket, Castellan. I’m positively dying for the day you reveal yourself to me.”

Luke chuckles over a mouthful of mashed potatoes, shoulder knocking into yours intentionally, though the both of you are thigh to thigh on the crowded bench. You ignore the fact that one of his little brothers steals the cherry off your ice cream sundae, and he ignores the fact that his constant worry for you reveals itself as another, deeper thing—care.

“What you see is what you get,” he murmurs into your ear. Heat creeps up your neck and you look up to see your dad looking at you again, and then— “Hey, hey… eyes on me.” Turning to look at him, his breath hits your cheek, “You’re the only daughter of Dionysus. The only person I know born to be able to raise hell for a god. Gotta use it to your advantage more, Trouble. You’re not here to entertain anyone. You gonna let him win?” he asks.

Blinking slowly, you eat a spoonful of rice, cheeks full but not concealing your smile.

“Where’s the glory in that, right?”

—

“The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.” -Homer

[meinkatzchen]

Mate I'm just seriously loving your take on ren, it's impressed so much so far too!

Also could I patch up your y/n? Poor gal looks scared out her wits.. Gonna pull that fox's tail if it happens again [[Still fab art, keep it up hon!!]]

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! 💕💕💕 I have a cold right now, so I hope my thoughts won't come across as jumbled. I still really like to see Ren not as such a harmless fluffy ball of shyness, as Gato showed him in the original BTD (although he is quite cute there, but still…I don't see any interest in developing relationships with MC, whom Strade decided to keep, if they initially get along with Ren x) ). As for the remake, I am building my own image of the fox-boy based on the available screenshots from Gato's Patreon and it seemed to me, no, I had a strong thought in my head that he could be hostile at the beginning if: MC is beastkin, and Strade keep them alive (I already wrote why in post), MC is trying to escape from the basement, and he does not want to help them, or if MC attacked him first. And he will be dangerous, I mean, he has claws and fangs! And, it seems, strong arms. And also, a strong fear of Strade and deep submission to him. But in general…Fights with MC and those nasty/painful actions that Strade can force two to do together are just the tip of the iceberg in this house, which can affect the emotional background of two. Ren can frame MC at home and manipulate them if they are cold and hostile to him. But if they treat him friendly, respectful and affectionate, then he will definitely reciprocate! And I think that the two of them can cooperate to take care of each other's mental and physical condition. I have too many headcanons for the relationship between the fox-boy and my cat-girl and I hope that I can gradually show them somehow. In general, I advise you and everyone to dream and come up with your own heads, it's fun!

AWWWWWWW!!! Btw, my cat (her name is Mist) will be fine 💕 I'm coloring this picture now and I understand that, judging by the fresh wounds on Ren, she scratched him pretty badly, so, temporarily, she is not his friend, but his sparring partner…….but Mist is cunning, if she caused you sympathy and a desire to treat her wounds and drag Ren away, then she did everything right ;)

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Hiii<3 I don't know if this was ever ask before but I wanted to know how would tenjiku react to rindou gf who is like the good girl type and looks kinda weak but is actually a very good sword(wo)man? Thank you in advance if you did answer this!

Also I just wanna say how I love you and your blog<3 One of the best things out there. Thank you for feeding us such good post. You're literally cooking 5 star michelin frfr

Aww thanks!!! Glad to know you like them! And no I don't think I have done this, so here are tenjiku's reactions to Rindou's girlfriend being weak/ good and then finding out she's secretly great with a sword!

Ran- The first one to find out about this and honestly it doesn't change much for him. He starts off being mildly interested in Rindou's girlfriend, mainly by teasing her and Rindou to see her reaction (Rindou's annoyed blush is always funny too). But after finding out about her being good with swords he becomes very interested and tries to tease her even more. Also wonders if she would be good with a baton too, may even try to spar with her.

Kakucho- He's very friendly and supportive at first, understands Rindou's girlfriend is probably just nervous around a bunch of gang members. So he tries to be overly friendly to help her relax. Get's so excited after he finds out about the sword stuff though, asks to see a demonstration.

Izana- Doesn't really care in the beginning, she's just some girl that Rindou's dating. As long as she doesn't give away tenjiku secrets and treats him respectfully then he's unbothered by her. However the sword ability peaks his interest, starts actually talking to her after finding out and making more of an effort. He respects her more because of her abilities.

Mochi- Polite at first, introducing himself and making sure Rindou's girlfriend is ok. He doesn't really think much of her, she seems nice but is very quiet so Mochi keeps his distance a bit in case he's scaring her or something. Laughs when he first finds out about her abilities, turns out he had judged her completely wrong. Wants to see her in action but is also a little worried about her.

Shion- She's basically his new best friend, he doesn't really care if she's weak or not, she isn't a gang member anyway. He's more just enthusiastic about having someone new to talk to, someone he can tell all his feats to (while also making some things sound better then they were). He doesn't think that highly of her but enjoys the company. Not much changes after finding out either (though this may change if he actually saw her in a fight).

Mucho- Raises an eyebrow when he first meets Rindou's girlfriend but says nothing. He just kinda avoids her, doesn't see much of a reason to get involved and assumes she'll be annoying or rely on him for protection if the gang gets attacked while she's here. Actually finds out while doing a background check on her. Still doesn't get that involved with her but will smile at her sometimes if their eyes meet.

Sanzu- Doesn't care at all about Rindou or this girl, he just nods when Rindou first introduces her then he avoids her. Becomes very interested when he finds out about her skills though, since he also has sword skills. Doesn't actually say anything to her but pays more attention to her and watches her sometimes.

Koko- He's so concerned about this girl. He's not sure Rindou would make a good boyfriend and now she's hanging around their gang too? Doesn't Rindou know it's dangerous? He's just worried about her safety and thinks this isn't a great environment for a girl to be in. He relaxes a bit after finding out but is still a bit on edge. Normally tries to keep an eye on her when anything violent is going on so he can help if she gets into trouble.

Kisaki- Completely dismisses her, she doesn't seem useful to him right now so why care about her, besides he has other plans to focus on. He does get more interested after finding out about her abilities though, wondering if she could be useful for something in his plan.

Hanma- He's so amused by her presence, tenjiku is already an interesting place but she certainly livens things up. Wonders if Rindou would fight him if he got too close to his girl. After finding out he wonders if she'll fight him instead, the idea makes him excited.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

A manswear blogger in twitter is talking about seat and bust adjustments in clothing. I can't stop but think about a stucky tailor shop au where Steve goes to get his trousers and jackets adjusted and getting all flustered. I mean Buck doesn't need even be the tailor. He can be a shop sitting friendly neighbour or smtn

spiritually, this ask feels connected to this gorgeous piece of fanart

and while we're here, on the topic, this art too 👀

Oh my god

Oh. my. god.

I can see this so well in my mind, and goddamn, this is such a good idea, too! We've all seen Steve Rogers--and Chris Evans by proxy--and we all fucking know he needs clothes to be custom fitted, so, of course, Bucky would have to step in. It's only fitting.

Every universe, they find each other and take care.

Why wouldn't tailor Bucky make sure Captain America Steve is well-fitted, thus, well taken care of?

I imagine that the whole situation would spring out of the teasing relationship that exists between Natasha and Steve. The first person to ask Steve if he knows how to dress himself is Nat--she asks if he wants some tips to blend in to the background, as she's become so adept to, yet allowing him to choose his own clothes rather than being chosen for him. She cracks a smile when suggesting he stay out of the sizes he used to wear or don't, that's pretty fitting for the modern century, too. Natasha will readily workout with Steve; the contrast in their focus while fighting makes it actually challenging, besides, it's refreshing, too, to have someone look at her and not underestimate her based on her size. It's during those workouts where Natasha suggests, teasing while blowing a sweaty tendril of hair out of her face noisily, multi-tasking as always, that they get matching sports bras. Before he's used to the comments, Steve sputters, but eventually, he laughs them off--he's still working on controlling his blush, though.

He doesn't... it's not, they're not... no.

He doesn't need a bra. It's not like it's uncomfortable. Natasha asks if he's sure it's not uncomfortable once, still grinning like a shark, pleased with their dynamic--her teasing and his batting back once he has his feet underneath himself--because she knows how tight clothes get. Then, Nat tugs at the collar of his clinging shirt, "I don't dress in clothes that tight unless it's for a special occasion."

"Oh, special?" Steve raises an eyebrow at her.

"Yeah," she responds, her mouth twisted, "like when I'm bagging targets."

"Lucky them," he huffs out a laugh.

She's already distracted by the opening their conversation has given her, still sparring, "mmm-hmm."

Commets and jests aside, Steve doesn't stop dressing himself in such tight clothes. Maybe Natasha's clothes or women's clothes generally are built differently, but Steve doesn't find it uncomfortable. Not within himself. Sometimes, he gets stares that drag on too long, sending a weird feeling through his tummy, maybe more than discomfort, but he rationalizes that it's sooner the onlookers recognition of Captain America walking the streets and less barely-restrained-attraction.

Still.

Steve's wordrobe full of tight clothes doesn't change, everything off-the-rack *tries very hard not to make a joke about Steve's rack* until Natasha corners him after another gala, doing her version of begging to just get some clothes that fucking fit.

Basically, she stares him down until he folds like a house of cards. Rolling his eyes but snatching the business card, she's pointing at him like a gun out of her hands and promising he'll make an appointment for himself.

If he doesn't appoint himself, Natasha will, and she'll go with him, and she will list off each and every painful detail in plain clarity to the tailor with Steve there, in the room, standing on that little pedestal under lights and in front of full mirrors, to blush up a storm...

The strain of his shirts across his shoulders, thinning the fabric to near transparency. The screaming of the seams of his underarms, suffering from his biceps. His boob gaps with those little diamonds of pale skin or undershirt showing through that just don't go away, he can't escape them, his chest is just too big. The atrocious extra, wrinkling, loose fabric of his shirts where they bunch up around his ballerina waist, never concealed no matter how desperately he tries to stuff the extra fabric into his jeans, belted tightly. His belts! He can't ever seem to find belts that don't have all this extra length to them, his waist with just the opposite problems to his shoulders, chest, and arms. The line of his lower body always seems to be a little cut off, his pants understandably too short when facing up to those mile long legs. His ass doesn't fit in his too short pants, nor do his thighs! That has to change.

He needs some change.

He looks fucking great, he does, Natasha is not challenged by other people's interest in Steve when matchmaking, she is challenged by Steve's interest in others and she... she would just like to see some confidence in her friend. The easiest, fastest way to feeling like a whole new human, she knows, is fashion.

So...

A tailor.

Steve is going to see a tailor.

One highly recommended and researched by Natasha. Apparently, according to his website (which Steve gets from his card), this tailor normally works with women and women's garments but isn't above making exceptions.

Steve doesn't want to be a bother, but... Nat assures him that he'll be fine. He's curvy enough, more than. This is all out of the goodness of her heart, after all. She just can't stand to see the pain his clothes are in! And if he won't be set up with a nice girl, boy, or whoever for an off-the-books encounter, then she damn will set him up with a professional. Not that kind. Not yet? Who's to say what she'll get Steve into...

Despite how having Natasha with him would help ease his anxieties (and hurt, just mildly hurt, because he would like to retain some of his dignity if possible, thank you very much, Nat, if she were here, he would stick his tongue out at her), Steve makes his appointment and attends it alone.

Alone with this fucking tailor.

This tailor that looks like he might as well have been made by a fucking sculptor. He makes art through fashion but, Jesus Christ, he is also art. When Steve first meets him--led to the back of a warm, pleasantly-cramped storefront by a welcoming, peppy assistent--he is struck dumb by the tailors beauty. He fumbles his words when reaching for a handshake. As it turns out, he doesn't need Natasha here to embarrass himself. Great!

This guy.

His face.

Pale gold skin with bone structure that will actually haunt Steve until he etches it onto paper. Eyes the most entrancing color--blue, grey, nearly silver. Lips pink and soft-looking, shadowed by a beard trimmed down to the prettiest stubble. The bridge of his nose looks like a statue smoothed by one of the ancient masters. And shiny, wavy hair styled into something that's half collected behind his head in a knot and half falling effortlessly over his shoulders. He looks every bit put together, his hair done, his face shimmering with what might be subtle makeup, but if it's not, then he's just the worst kind of perfect human being, his clothes immaculate, fitted ideally, accessorized beautifuly, and--

The way he talks. He's so confident and in his element, but so nice too. Sweet and caring.

The way he looks at Steve, like he's a person, like he's interesting, listening, but also calculating, already planning what he can do for him, how he can flatter him, how, how, how--

That's the fucking question.

How is this guy real?

He wants to hear what Steve has come in for, but based on how he nods along, he doesn't need Steve to say any of it. He already knows. He's that damn good.

After Steve's done, his unsure words stalling out in a stutter, Bucky jumps in immediately, rattling off tailor jargon for what he can do for him. Bust adjustments for the gaps in his buttoned shirts. Underarm adjustments to help his arms fit better in his shirts. Other seam stretching when it can be done to try and fit his arms more, too. Seat adjustments for all his pants from casual jeans to formal slacks. Waist suppression on all his shirts, suit jackets, and maybe even a few of his less formal jackets. Letting out hems on the pants that can be saved. Forming new, custom patterns for all of the above where the existing clothes Steve already has just can't be altered to the extent they're looking for.

And...

After they get to know each other, after Steve comes back again and again, bringing armfuls of clothes with him each time, plus slowly taking more clothes from Bucky's place of work, too, new custom clothes that fit impressively perfectly, Bucky notices something else that should be altered in Steve's wardrobe.

Steve becomes Bucky's most regular client. It seems like they don't go a week, at most, without seeing each other. So, it's natural that Bucky would begin to notice things about Steve. Habits. Bucky is a damn good tailor, and he's learned to pick up on body language to know when a client is having issues that they might not even be aware of. Steve has a habit of--when he thinks no one is looking as he sits waiting for Bucky to be ready for him--of adjusting himself. Sure, whatever, your dick and balls get bunched up in your underwear and pants sometimes. It's normal. It happens. And you gotta do what you gotta do when your dick isn't happy. Normally, Bucky wouldn't think twice about it. But...

Steve does it a lot.

Now, Bucky has a very good spatial memory. A memory that's aided by plenty of opportunities to be close to Steve's body with a fair number of those opportunities being at Steve's feet. Measuring the inseams of his pants, shorts, or what have you, hemming or unhemming his pants, finding the circumference of his muscular thighs, adjusting the fit of the seat of his pants, all very professional. Steve likes to talk, though, so a lot of the time Bucky is down there, and he's looking up at Steve and...

He's just a man.

Just a weak man with the most attractive man he's ever fucking seen in his whole life on his step riser, calling his eyes up, past the crotch of his pants... sometimes he looks. He tries not to. But. He has. He does.

And when he connects how often he catches Steve adjusting himself to how much time he's spent forming a spacial awareness of Steve's body, Bucky knows what adjustment needs to be made to his clothes that they have yet to tackle. Steve, sweet guy, must be too shy to bring it forward. It's perhaps similar to saying, hey, none of my pants fit because my ass is superhuman-ly pert and round and you could bounce quarters off of it, but at the same time, it is much more... intimate... to say, hey, my dick doesn't fit in my pants, either. Could we do something about that, maybe?

Bucky shivers, trying not to think about why and failing miserably... is it too long? Too thick? Both? God, his balls probably don't help, do they? Bucky might be weak at the knees, thinking of his whole package, but especially heavy, heavy balls, fuck, what he wouldn't give to get on his knees and rub his face against them, all that musky vitality, such a big boy, and--

Bucky is so unprofessional.

Jesus Christ.

What is wrong with him?

Steve just needs a gusset! He's done that a million times without fantasizing about his clients' bodies. It's just different now. Why now?! Bucky knows why...

Ughhh.

It's fucking different because Steve is so nice, so shy yet, so witty and sassy when he wants to be, he smells so good, and his hands are delightfully warm when Bucky accidentally missteps and almost falls, but no matter, Steve's lightning fast reflexes will always be there to catch him. It's different because Bucky has a big, fat crush on the one, the only Captain America back from the dead, who's bursting out of all his clothes with his stupid, perfect sculpted body, always obscene no matter what Bucky puts him in, loose or tight clothing. Always genuine, no matter what Bucky throws at him, even if he does get a little embarrassed.

Guh.

Bucky is so fucked.

Steve is so fucked, too, matching Bucky's idioticness. Steve's head is so full of Bucky that he can't think of anything else. Anyone else. He scrounges up every piece of stupid clothing he has to be altered, just as an excuse to be around Bucky. He sweats through his shirts, peering down at Bucky from his place on that little step-stool, riser-thing, whatever fancy name Bucky had for it, and tries not to think about the position out of context. And, worst of all, he has to fight for his life to block out the sense memory of Bucky's hands on his body through his clothes when he's alone and drifting. He can't think about his tailor when he's jerking off, he just can't! That's so bad!

Steve is so fucked.

...if only they could figure out some other way of being fucked. Together.

[protagaster]

...

Don't judge me. I had this creative flow and I REALLY wanted to let it run its course.

Made with love and inspiration from my sister in sin - @somereaderinblue! A lot of Ares' personality comes from Blue's notes, quotes, and cute little random sayings.

This time, though, I also dedicate this fic to @zippyskyfalls! You'd be surprised what looking at one image of Ares could do for the creative process ~

I Need Him to be Mine

Penelope's heart can't help but flutter, longing once more to gaze into those mesmerizing eyes belonging to the young King of Ithaca...

Ares tilted his head at the peculiar sight before him. 

Only a day ago Penelope had asked of him to train her harder and more vigorously than usual, eager to defeat the boy that unknowingly agitated her to a game of friendly spar. 

Now here she was, after that same boy bested her in their spar, softly humming a common love-tune dedicated to his Aphrodite, sitting at her loom and threading together a simple but beautiful tapestry featuring the boy as her muse. 

Now, Ares will be the first to admit that despite his age he has not retained much knowledge on mortals and their whims. How could he, when he is one of the most hated Gods within the entire pantheon and even outside of it? Before Penelope, Ares did not have the opportunity to look over and learn from mortals that were not related to him. 

However, even with his lack of experience, Ares still knew how improbable it was for someone to completely shift their thoughts and impressions of a person. And yet here Penelope was, softly singing a melody about everlasting love, dedicating a piece of her sacred craft to the boy she previously thought to be more cavalier than even Zeus himself. 

“-eyes?” 

“What was that?” Ares asked, roused from his thoughts after hearing Penelope’s voice take on a meek tone. 

She hasn’t spoken in such a small, soft voice ever since Ares first claimed her as his pupil. How can she, when his mere presence is enough to fill her with boundless confidence even in the most mundane of daily activities? 

“His eyes,” Penelope answered the God, not once looking up from her loom. “They aren’t good enough…” 

Ares, still in quite the curious state, looked down at the tapestry small enough to fit in two palms. 

There he was, displayed carefully in spools of thread that perfectly encapsulated his image, the boy from before, Odysseus…

Ugh, the boy’s name left a poor taste in Ares’ mouth. 

Still, even if Ares did not like the boy (how could he, when this Odysseus radiated the same sickening smugness and weak-willed cunning as that damned Athena), he could at least praise his student’s passion for her craft.

The background of the tapestry was a simple white and light blue, colors heavily associated with the boy, from his wear to his kingdom. The center of the small cloth, highlighting the main focus of it, was the almost completed figure of the boy himself. Penelope perfectly mirrored his semi-long wavy brown hair, the slight curve of a smile constantly gracing his lips, and the lean but still relatively toned muscle that adorned his physical figure. 

Ares tried not to think of why Penelope chose to put extra emphasis on the details around the boy’s thighs… 

However, there was one detail in his student’s tapestry that kept it from completion. A detail that Ares would argue to be an individual’s most important feature- 

Odysseus’ eyes. 

The God could tell from how the thread around the loom piled up that Penelope spent some time threading then promptly unthreading her model’s eyes. 

“The eyes giving you trouble?” Ares suspected this to be true based on Penelope’s earlier proclamation, but he still wanted to be sure. 

“No matter what I do, I just can’t seem to get them right!” 

Ares raised an eyebrow. He gestured to the wall opposite of Penelope’s loom.

“You’ve managed just fine with all of these.” 

Ares brought to attention the many other various projects Penelope weaved over the course of perfecting her craft. Some displayed animale, symbols, and scenery, while others illustrated people, either individual or in a group. Either way, all of them were considered works of art by all who gazed upon them. 

Of the tapestries focusing on people, the earliest ones depicted Penelope’s family. The first of her cloth would showcase the young princess’ family: these very few featuring her mother, six siblings, and two of her quintuplet cousins, Castor and Pollux. A few more than the previous were modeled after Penelope’s favorite cousins, Helen and Clytemnestra. However, it was clear who most of those early tapestries took inspiration from; so many of Penelope’s earliest creations, even going back to the very first when she was just discovering her love of weaving, illustrated the image of her father, King Icarius. 

Over time though, in a manner that signified her state of mind as she got older, less and less of Penelope’s projects featured her family. Now, almost none of them depicted her father. 

Ares couldn’t help but let himself feel somber for his student, the implications behind this trend not at all ignorant to God. Especially considering his own standing with his divine family…

Ares shook his head, forcing himself to return to the topic at hand. Following the line of Penelope’s designs that featured people, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. 

For most of those projects were made in honor of the God of War himself. 

Most would depict his strength and fearlessness within moments of combat, visualized through the stories Ares would share with Penelope (sometimes even guiding her through the events with his quick-tought). This, of course, was the image that Ares was most commonly known by in the Greek world, for better or worse. 

A few though, presented Ares as something other than the personification of loss and bloodshed. These tapestries, projects Penelope chose to create whenever she felt most proud of Ares, they illustrated the God’s image via details told through his stories (details he once thought to be trivial) and through personal moments shared between the God and his mortal. One of the tapestries depicted a scene with Ares gazing lovingly up at Aphrodte, embracing the Goddess in his arms. Another, an image that displayed Ares using a hand to shield a young woman’s eyes, his other atop the woman’s own hands as he guided her through a violent and bloody battlefield. The last, one Penelope admitted to be one of her favorites, bringing to life the moment the 13 year old Spartan princess pulled the divine spear out of the earth, a vulture looming over her not as a scavenger, but a protector.  

Ares forced himself to return to the topic at hand before he could get too caught up in his pride. The point was, Penelope is no novice when it came to depicting images through her weaving. In fact, despite her young age, her hands were probably the most skilled in the art throughout the entire kingdom. Nay, throughout all of Greece even! 

So why was it giving her so much trouble when she tried to encapsulate this boy’s image?

“It’s different with him…” Penelope sighed out, using the tip of her finger to caress the boy’s threaded face. “No matter what I do, I’m unable to depict that sparkle in his eyes…” 

Ares couldn’t control his blink of shock. With every word this girl uttered, they only left him more and more confused. 

“What ‘sparkle’?” 

“You know! The sparkle!” Penelope stood up and walked away from her loom, embracing herself as a light blush spread throughout her cheeks.

Penelope flopped down on her bed with a not-so graceful thud. For once in her life, the Princess cared not over her demeanor, the only thing flooding her heart and mind being the foreign but not unwelcome feeling of butterflies flying in her tummy. 

“The way his eyes shine whenever he comes up with an idea! How the glint in his eye appears whenever he proves mental strength to be just as, if not more impressive at times, compared to physical strength! Or how they twinkle when he laughs…”

Penelope sighed, unaware of the blush that only got richer in color the more her mind lingered on the young King of Ithaca. 

“Oh, his laugh. It’s like music to the ears…” 

Ares couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Everything Penelope describes about the boy came from the spar they had just partook in mere hours ago. The very same in which she experienced a quick and humiliating defeat. 

Even after her mentor had declared she would train extra hard in the coming weeks to make up for her failure, Ares saw Penelope was not deterred. Quite the opposite, actually. 

While Ares was lamenting over how he once again lost to Athena, Penelope was beside him gushing over how Odysseus respected her as a warrior by refusing to go easy on her. 

Ares himself didn't see the appeal. The boy was smaller than other boys his age, considerably scrawnier, and did not meet the criteria of a warrior that Ares thought to be necessary. Penelope though- 

“I must get it done! Even if it’s only through a piece of cloth made by my hand-”

The girl ran back to her loom, looking at her unfished project longingly. 

“-I need him to be mine…” 

Ares let out a groan. Even though Penelope had verbally expressed her desires to be with Odysseus, and even with his gift of courage coursing through her heart and veins, the truth was the girl still thought her dream of being with the boy to be an unobtainable one. 

Because he was here for Helen’s hand, not hers. 

Ares was offended for Penelope, for how dare this Odysseus, Athena’s student at that, think himself to be above the affections of his mortal pupil! 

No, that simply won’t do!

Ares will have to go to the boy’s room when the time is right, to confront him over his foolishness! Athena be damned! 

Whatever it takes, for the sake of creating a warrior empowered by her heart instead of feeling burdened by it, Ares will do what he must!

…

Maybe he should ask Aphrodite first though, just to be safe…

[glazesunflower]

hiiii if it's not too much to ask, can you write some fluff hc with Raiden or Ayaka. I hope you have a nice day!!! <3

Fluff Headcanons with Raiden and Ayaka

Characters: Ayaka and Raiden Shogun x GN!Reader.

Warnings: None that apply!

Notes: I love these two with my whole heart, they're very soft when they're in love <3

You and Ayaka often enjoy strolling through the streets of Inazuma together, hand in hand, because Ayaka is always searching for more ways to be close to you. You savor the peaceful moments, relishing in each other's company and the beauty of the city's architecture while you walk down the paths, the breeze caressing your cheeks and you delight in the sounds of the bustling city around you, by the hand of the one you love the most.

During chilly evenings, you and Ayaka share warm cups of tea at the Kamisato Estate. You often find yourselves having deep and really interesting conversations about your dreams, fears, and aspirations for the future. Sharing personal stories and experiences always makes your bond with her bloom, and you feel safer and more comfortable with her as the time passes.

Ayaka loves to show you around Inazuma's stunning gardens and natural landscapes. Ayaka is very passionate when it comes to nature, given the little time she has to spend outside, and she treasures these stolen moments in time with you. You spend hours together, as many as Ayaka can spare, marveling at the beautiful flowers and the colorful and lively animals, making precious memories together neither of you will forget.

Sometimes, you and Ayaka indulge in light-hearted snowball fights during winter in Inazuma. Growing up, Ayaka didn’t really have the time to play like other kids when it was snowing outside, and you’ve made it your mission to have her experience as many wonderful and fun things as you can with her, winter included! Laughter fills the air as you playfully chase each other through the snow-covered streets, and she treasures these moments of fun with you.

Ayaka is an excellent chef, and she often surprises you with delightful homemade meals. You have private and little cooking competitions together, trying to outdo each other in the kitchen, but it always ends in giggles and shared delicious treats. Thoma sometimes joins as the culinary expert and judges your dishes, and you’re starting to suspect it’s a little strange how Ayaka seems to win more often than not. When Ayato joins the games though, the results tend to be more fair!

You teach Ayaka new customs and traditions from your homeland to her, she’s an avid learner and she always enjoys learning about you and your culture; and Ayaka introduces you to Inazuma's unique culture, her love and passion for her nation always manages to warm your heart. You both grow from the experience, deepening your understanding of each other's backgrounds and life stories, and you feel more connected to her than before.

You and Ayaka take breaks from your adventurous duties to lie on a grassy hill whenever Ayaka manages to steal the time from her busy schedule. You love to gaze at the stars, holding her hand softly in yours. You two talk about your wishes and hopes for the future, feeling the comfort of being understood and supported by the person you love the most in the entirety of the world.

Ayaka surprises you with impromptu picnics in picturesque spots around Inazuma when she can spare the time, always helped by Ayato to make the delicious treats she’ll share with you. You savor the serene moments together, cherishing the simple joys of life as the gentle breeze plays with your hair.

Sometimes, you and Ayaka participate in friendly sparring matches to stay in shape, an activity that she loves more than she says. You push each other to become stronger, all while having fun and cheering the other on. You learn so much from her, and she learns from your fighting technique too. And after sparring, you can always enjoy a comforting bath together.

If you and Ayaka happen to share a love for poetry, you often exchange heartfelt verses you've written for one another, writing down your affection through beautiful words and voicing them for the other’s ears only. It made you feel a bit embarrassing at first but you’ve grown to love the intimacy of these moments with her, simply sharing what’s in your heart and how loved she always makes you feel.

Despite her stern and composed exterior, Ei secretly enjoys spending quiet and serene moments with you, finding solace in your presence. She’s used to being alone, having been so for quite some time now, more than you can comprehend. But you’ve managed to make yourself at home within the frozen chambers of her heart, and she finds comforting the moments she steals to be with you.

You often find Ei lost in her thoughts, contemplating the burdens of leadership and the responsibilities that come with her role, so you’re always ready to offer a listening ear and a comforting shoulder for her to lean on during these moments of vulnerability, and Ei appreciates your support, affection and understanding more than words can say.

Ei and you share a love for traditional music, especially for Inazuman cultural music, and sometimes you play soothing melodies together. It’s not often it happens, but whenever you find the time now, you love making a calming atmosphere together that lets Ei momentarily escape her duties and simply relax and be herself with you.

You bring little treats and snacks from other regions to her, knowing how much she loves sweets, introducing Ei to new flavors and culinary experiences! She deeply, deeply appreciates these thoughtful gestures and finds herself smiling more in your company. Is it yourself by her side or is it that you bring her sweets?

Ei and you engage in philosophical discussions about the nature of power and the importance of compassion in leadership, things that she struggles with after recent events. You want to be there to share your opinion, even if not as throughout as hers is, but you’ll always be there to offer the more humane side of the conversation so she can balance her decisions. Through these conversations, you both learn from each other's perspectives and grow together, and Ei always loves listening to you and sharing your opinions together.

Despite her disciplined nature, Ei is not immune to the joys of occasional playfulness, as one would think! You often catch her smiling softly at your lighthearted antics, her sharp eyes softening on yours only. You cherish these rare glimpses of her lighter side, knowing she only allows herself to be soft and gentle when it’s you around her, her safe place in this world.

Ei appreciates your sincerity and honesty above basically all else, and she appreciates too that you are unafraid to voice your true feelings and opinions to her. You’re not scared that she’s the lightning archon, you’ve grown past that and seen her for who she really is. This openness that you have with her blooms a deep trust she places on you only, making your relationship and bond to her stronger still.

You encourage Ei to take breaks from her duties and go on small excursions with you outside the realm of the Electro Archon's responsibilities, since she’s always stuck in the Plane of Euthymia and you know it’s good for her to take a break now and then. These moments let Ei experience life as a regular person, like another human (maybe not an ordinary one!), away from the weight of leadership. Ei appreciates these moments of easy life with you and secretly wishes it could be like that more often.

Ei and you enjoy stargazing together too, always finding peace and wonder in the night sky and the stars that color the vault above. You share stories about the stars, the galaxies, the constellations, the ancient stories buried behind them; and you create your own constellations too, drawing with your fingers in the sky the shape of the stars, measured only by the amount of love the bond between the two of you carries.

Sometimes, you leave small notes or poems for Ei to find throughout the day, especially on the days you know she’s going to be especially more tired or bothered by current events. These heartfelt gestures and lovely words of affection never fail to bring a soft smile to the Electro Archon's face, reminding her that she is cherished and cared for, no matter how busy she is, by someone who means the world to her.

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[mysteriousbp]

When I was making this post I decided to give the fallen monsters that have family members that we personally meet in Undertale (Snowdrake’s mother, Shyren’s sister and the dogs parents) their “unique” designs.

But the ones that I got most attached were the designs for the dog parents.

(Why no Lesser Dog parent? Because he isn’t with the others when they reunite with Endogeny. Probably meaning that he doesn’t have any relatives that got turned into an Amalgamate.)

Anyway. When I created Woofie’s design I got struck with many ideas at the same time.

That lead me to create the other dogs designs and create this idea:

The dogs being the “Friendly Snowdin monsters that help the main character.” (Like Papyrus and Martlet.)

The main focus is between Woofie and Bark. While Muttler and Greatest Dog are more secondary monsters (like the Feisty Four) that’s why their designs are more simple.

Muttler serves more of a dialogue and character more than anything after befriending him. He appears around Snowdin Forest and he will give more background information about the others when talking to him (I kind of already have a dialogue idea that he talks about how he thinks that he should had named his son Junior because every year he looks like him more and more. To kind of make fun of how my design is so simple). He also interacts with the others dogs in cutscenes but he’s not supposed to be the main focus despite being the leader of the dog division.

Greatest Dog is kinda the same but rather than dialogue its interactions. Helping some puzzles and clearing the way with her strength and size. They would be more like scripted events than anything.

Woofie is where things start to get more interesting. Woofie mission is to protect Patience because she’s a child. She doesn’t actually fight Patience in any way in pacifist. Which would be explained why in a dialogue with her which she’s says that sometimes the king would ask some of the royal guard to take care of his children. Which means that Woofie took care of Chara in some occasions meaning that she knows how a human child would look like. Woofie helps Patience travel through Snowdin Forest and the second half of Waterfall before dropping Patience with the royal scientist because she knows that he would be also against the idea of a child dying to the king’s hands and that he’s the only one that would be able to talk some sense to the king. And later appearing with the other dogs before Patience goes to the throne room to say their goodbyes if the situation that the confrontation with Asgore doesn’t go well. Her final words to Patience would be “I hope to see you walk out the throne room alive… Little pup…”

Bark is the second main focus on this group. He spends most of Snowdin Forest trying to actually follow orders and take Patience soul. Which Woofie would object saying that Patience is only a child and Bark would object back saying that she’s a human and humans are dangerous and Patience should be kill because that’s orders. Woofie and Bark spend all Snowdin Forest going against each other’s because of what they think what’s right. Bark would actually get an opportunity to fight Patience before the entrance to Waterfall. After sparring him, Bark would gain your trust and he would wish you good luck in your travels before going back to town. He would appear later when Captain Gerson tries to start a fight with Patience. He gets in the way and tells Woofie who he came with to take Patience away while he keeps Gerson busy. He would later appear with the other dogs before the throne room to say his goodbye’s in the situation that things don’t go well. He does mention that he was able to convince Gerson to not go after Patience but admits that he and Woofie will be doing cleanup work for the next’s weeks for disobeying orders despite doing it to protect a kid.

In genocide things would be different. Woofie first meets Patience when she’s looking for the dangerous human killing monsters. She doesn’t believe that Patience is the one killing the monsters because she’s a child and believes that there must be a second human around. She tells Patience to not get in trouble before leaving to look for another human. But Woofie realizes at the end of Snowdin that Patience is the human that is killing all the monsters. She can’t believe that a child would be able to kill monsters but she can’t ignore the facts. She then fights Patience replacing Bark has the boss of Snowdin.

In genocide Bark would actually avoid attacking Patience during Snowdin, deciding to make Patience travels more difficult by causing road blocks to give the evacuation monsters more time to escape. After Snowdin he would only come back before the throne room to fight you. He would be the final boss before Asgore. He would use all the death royal guard weapons against Patience. Using his and Muttler’s axes to block Patience attacks by crossing the axes in front of him. The point of the fight is to keep attacking until the axes break to stop Bark from blocking before killing him.

Don’t ask me about neutral because there’s a lot of events to considerate.

Here’s some lore behind them that I came up:

In a conversation Woofie would mention that she never actually wanted to be a royal guard. She would explain that she only got the job to get enough money to help her son because he was born with very bad vision. She also explains despite her son already being a young adult she still helps him a lot saying that the underground is a nightmare for people with bad vision because of all the cliffs.

In a conversation Mutter would tell that Bark is a very protective father to his daughter and makes a comment to how Bark told her if someone broke her heart that she should break that person neck… And admits that he hopes that his son doesn’t break her heart because they dating. Patience then asks if Muttler and Bark are related and Muttler admits that they are very distant cousins, to the point that they are barely related.

Here’s my ideas at this point. I hope you guys enjoy this…

[elvenbeard]

Maybe the biggest gift is the friends we made along the way 🎂

Happy Birthday, V!

Was staying up way too late and getting way too emotional over these fictional gonks last night, but yes... I've wanted to do a bigger scene like this for so long, and what better occasion than male V's canon birthday today!

These aren't all my favourites from the game (the sofa wouldn't be big enough for it xD), but the people Vince would like to invite over for the occasion for sure, let it be a year or two down the line when they all actually are in the same area at the right time and come together like this (and uuuhhh... obvious problems with one certain ex-bodyguard set aside and solved because I said so!). It would really be a special thing to have everyone there that's been with him during one of the worst times of his life. Thanks to them (amongst many others) he even gets the chance to celebrate another birthday.

Some more ramblings about some of the interactions I'm picturing here and why I placed everyone the way I did under the cut xD And some more pics to come in a separate post later :3

Front and center obviously Vince and Kerry and Judy, my faves, my loves <3 I think this would probably be one of only a handful of times Kerry ever meets Judy in person. He only ever hears her over the holo and knows her from what V told him, because she left Night City before they got a chance to meet prior to the game's endings. I think they would go along so well though, and besides Kerry, Judy is the person Vince feels closest to out of the group pictured here, and he'd be so excited to know Kerry and her get along as well.

Then Judy and Panam... I lowkey ship it so hard, and I mean, they would make one power couple, but at the very least I think they'd become good friends, maybe Judy even travels with the Aldecaldos for a while or joins them, like in the Star ending when she's romanced.

I put River in the back and center cause he's the biggest of the bunch and I think he'd love being there, watching over everyone in a way (and keeping an eye on Takemura, cause he doesn't trust him xD). I'd like to think him and Viktor get talking about boxing, workouts, maybe make plans for a friendly sparring match. Maybe they've even met before on some occasion, only just realizing it now. Viktor is btw out of the whole bunch the person Vince has know the longest, almost as long as he knew Jackie in my background story for him.

Goro keeps himself in the back because he definitely is the odd one out of the bunch (probably didn't wanna come in the first place), but maybe he's starting to realize this moment that a life without Arasaka is not the end of the world after all. That there's always room for new beginnings, no matter how unlikely it seems (but he's still gonna give V shit, and V is gonna give him shit, obviously XD they're bickering like an old couple probably, much to Judy's and Panam's amusement who previously were rather wary of Goro).

Then a pair I only really got thinking about when I set this up were Misty and Kerry because... It does kinda make sense, and I think they'd get along really well? Like, Vince and Misty have known each other for a few years, and he likes her a lot, but he's not as close to her as he was to Jackie for example. She was definitely a positive guidance throughout the whole mess in 2077, and he really appreciates her for always seeing the good in everything. And I think Kerry would be a bit confused about her in the beginning, but since he also has spiritual leanings I think they'd find a lot of common ground. I also think Misty would just treat him as Vince's partner, some guy, not be all in awe about him being famous - aware of it, but ignoring it, because it does not matter in the grand scheme of things how rich and famous you are but whether or not you're a decent human being.

And Nibbles is there because she lives there, obviously, this is her penthouse, her sofa xD Needs to make sure everyone behaves!

I had been thinking about including Rogue in the scene, but then I also thought... she probably wouldn't come xD Be like "nah kid, thanks, but you do you", and she's not that close with Vince on a personal level. Same goes for Claire, I love her so much, and while I think she and Vince get along very well, they're not as close (or maybe she just didn't have time).

I was pondering also if I wanted to include Jackie and Johnny in some way, because they can't be there physically for known reasons (and even though Vince wouldn't have invited Johnny just to annoy him, Johny would have come anyway to annoy him back, so there's that XD). Decided against it in the end because the ideas I had would have meant more editing than what I was ready to do just now, but I have some more ideas with Vince and Jackie and Johnny that work better in a different setting anyway.

if you've read this far, here's a piece of birthday cake 🍰

[ylidelle]

Ominis Gaunt Head Canons

These are my personal head canons for my fancy blonde mole-specked heathen. 💚

Background

Birthday: July 25, 1875

Blood status: Pure-blood

Hair colour: Dark blonde

Eye colour: Light blue

Family members: One of the seven children of the House of Gaunt — four girls and three boys; Ominis is the second youngest (it’s normal in the Victorian era to have a large family); his family are pure-blood supremacists

Patronus: A large serpent

Animagus: Large cow reticulated python (because of his beauty marks all over his face and body)

Height: 5’10 to 6’

Body type: Lithe and toned

Favourite snack: Chocolate Frogs

Favourite drink: Earl grey tea

Future Career: Healer

What you’ll smell from Amortentia when you like him: Violet flowers, tea, chocolate

Personality

Cold at first and has difficulty trusting people

His fondness for cats reveals this soft side

Introvert — not actually shy, but is always reserved; likes being alone most of the time; loves the silence

Emphatic to people he’s close to

Has “mother hen” tendencies — always concerned with the well-being of people close to him and is very protective

Scolds you whenever you get into trouble but still tolerates you — says you’re insufferable but loves you anyway

Always calm and collected unless his friends get into trouble; he always gets exasperated whenever that happens

A true-blue gentleman

When you’re close to him, he’s very mischievous — jokes around, pranks you, teases you, etc.

Witty, sarcastic, snarky, and mildly arrogant — will banter and have verbal sparring with you when you’re already close to him

He is very kind and soft-spoken when not in his “mischievous mood” or when he hasn’t discovered the trouble you got yourself into yet

Despite being good-looking, people tend to avoid him due to his Gaunt lineage and family background; people think he’s into the Dark Arts when it’s the other way around (we already know that he despises the Dark Arts in-game)

Enjoys fashion despite not being able to see. He likes to dress up like a fine gentleman and keeps himself always prim and proper

Always the most well-groomed person

Talents and Hobbies

His hobby is sleeping anywhere (already seen in-game) — during free times on the floors and benches, and even during classes, causing him to get less than stellar grades sometimes, but when he does pay attention, he’s pretty intelligent

He can play the piano by ear. He uses his wand to detect the keys, but his muscle memory already knows where they are and can play without it (90% of piano players can play with their eyes closed)

Loves reading — uses his wand to read the books; enchants the books so he can hear the words in his head like an audio book if there aren’t any braille versions

Friendship with Sebastian

He still considers Sebastian his oldest friend, but they aren’t as close as they were before the events in the catacombs with the relic and Solomon dying because of Sebastian’s recklessness

They are civil and only hangs out with Sebastian if MC is with them

Very snarky with Sebastian and is always quiet when with him; only speaks when he needs to when he’s with Sebastian

Doesn’t talk about what happened in their fifth year because it’s still a sore topic for him and he doesn’t want to get into a fight with Sebastian; only gets resolved when MC helps them out and talk it out with the both of them

What’s he like when crushing on you

Gets shy and awkward when he starts to realise he likes you more than a friend

Similar to a stray cat that’s wary but wants to be loved so badly and yet doesn't understand how to get there

He acts nonchalant, but deep down, he is screaming when you are being affectionate either friendly or romantically

Likes your friendly hugs, arms hooked around each other, and any skinship you offer when in private as friends (usually in the Undercroft); doesn’t like PDAs even during friendship

Sends you letters through owls just to check up on you and asks about how your day or weekend had been if he hasn’t seen you for a day or more

He will vehemently deny having any feelings for you, often becoming flustered or defensive when the topic is brought up

Resorts to teasing or mocking you as a way to hide his true feelings, which can come across as mean-spirited or sarcastic, then feels guilty about it internally and suddenly tries to make up for it by being extra kind (like offering to hold things for you, do something for you, etc.)

May become jealous when he sees you with someone else but will deny it and pretend not to care

Displays protective instincts, looking out for you without admitting it, such as helping you out discreetly or defending you from others

Acts aloof and disinterested when interacting with you, maintaining a tough exterior to conceal his affection

Tries to come up with excuses to spend more time with you (even when you’re in a different House)

Is very generous with time and gifts even as a friend; will always buy you your favourite snack, pay for your meal at the Three Broomsticks from time to time, and give you gifts on your birthday

How he lets you know he likes you and how he confesses to you

He will give you subtle hints first like endearing compliments, passing comments, subtle flirtatious jokes, surprise gifts, and subtle invitations to “friendly dates” during your normal conversation (e.g. “Of course, anything for my favorite person,” “And love you for it,” “Great job on passing your NEWTs. Here’s a Chocolate Frog as a reward,” “We worked hard taking care of your animals in the Room of Requirement. Don’t you think we deserve some Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks? My treat.”)

He will confess face-to-face at a private place and when you’re both comfortable, like when tending to your plants or taking care of your animals in the Room of Requirement, having a friendly date at the secluded park at the back of Ceridwen's Cauldrons in Hogsmeade, strolling around the Black Lake, etc.

He blushes like mad when he confesses and tells you that he has developed feelings for you for so long and wouldn’t want to graduate without telling you about it

He is straightforward when speaking to you about his feelings, holds your hand when telling you he loves you romantically for the first time, then hugs you tightly when you reciprocate, nuzzling his face in your shoulder

What’s he like in the relationship

Always thinks of new places and activities to take you on a date every week

If he’s generous as a best friend/crush, he’s even more of a giver when you’re together

Doesn’t let an argument last for more than a day; always wants to talk it out and resolve the issue

Doesn’t easily get jealous, but tends to get anxious when another guy gets your attention

Very loyal — doesn’t engage in another girl’s advances because he doesn’t want to cheat on you even when inebriated

Loves holding hands, playing with your fingers and palm, as well as caressing and kissing them

He’s always sleepy and always has nap dates with you in the Room of Requirement; he’s always cuddled up with you, his head buried in your neck or chest

He doesn’t let anyone see his hair getting messy unless it’s you and he loves it when you play with his hair or massage his scalp

He doesn’t like public display of affection but loves skinship and loves to feel your warmth against him when you two are alone; he’s touchy-feely when in private

Although he doesn’t like PDA, due his love for skinship, he would still hold your hand every now and then, and there will be lingering touches on your arm or he would sometimes play with the ends of your hair (if your hair is long)

He would play the piano for you whilst you spend time alone with him in the Room of Requirement

He will help you with homework, assist you in your errands, and go with you when you roam around the Scottish Highlands

Very communicative, transparent, empathetic and considerate

Treats you as his bestest friend and confidant as much as you are his lover

What’s he like in the bedroom

He is reserved and a little shy, but usually only the first few times since he’s a virgin before your relationship

Cuddling is one of his favourite forms of skinship, so this is almost always how it all starts for the both of you in the bedroom

He basically turns into a giant cuddle bug with zero personal space

Likes to be the big spoon

He likes to intertwine your legs and his arms around you — feeling your soft skin, playing with your hair, kisses on your forehead, cheeks, lips, and neck until it goes to every inch of your skin

He likes to be affectionate when behind closed doors, but needs an emotional and strong connection first

Listens to your requests, follows them, and always checks in with you to make sure you are enjoying what he is doing

Also makes sure that you are happy with what you do — be it taking the lead or following his guidance

He always lets you finish first and considers your pleasure before his

Usually is very gentle, but when you ask for it, he can be rough with you; he can also be very rough when you kept on teasing him and denying him any pleasure at first

Aftercare has him cleaning you before himself and making sure you're well taken care of before cuddling with you again; he likes to talk for hours after your session, talking about feelings, about the experience, what you both would like to do better next time and would like to try out, and so on until you both fall asleep

[dustofthedailylife]

hi i have a funny roommate idea!

martial artist!reader brings a lot of potentially comedic scenarios to mind tee hee

-reader coming home covered in bruises and kaveh FREAKS the fuck out while alhaitham has vivid visions of how to best ruin someone's life

-a friend from their class/team/idk whatever sees them in public and starts a friendly sparring session out of nowhere (my instructor used to tell us that if he saw us in public he would put us in a chokehold and see if the training kicks in, lol)

-them inviting a friend over and one or more of the boys walks in on someone being pinned

-them offering to teach one of the boys some moves and the other walks in on someone being pinned

-hey why do you have so many weapons in your closet?

-some npc harrasses reader and they get to see the the poor soul either get kicked into a wall or thrown down so hard it realigns their spine

-a little bit of friendly roughhousing aND WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SO STRONG???

-and my favorite trope, doesn't even have to be martial artist reader: they grab onto one of the boys in their sleep and good luck, bc reader is a bear trap. you're staying here until they wake up.

-oh, how can i forget, the classic "oh my god i've never seen them in revealing clothing and they are ?!?!??"

-crushing a watermelon between their thighs also

[-> Roommate AU brainrots]

omg this is too funny 😂😭

Kaveh would totally be hysteric when you come home with bruises and Alhaitham would just watch the entire thing and listens in. 100% thinking about who he needs to murder and already trying to formulate a plan lol!

And if someone attacked you in public like that Kaveh would freak the fuck out, probably just throwing Mehrak in the way. And Alhaitham would already summon his sword and some light mirrors - you'd probably have to calm him down and tell him it's okay. Or you just kick ass and indirectly tell them that they don't need to protect you with that 😂

Being pinned by your training partner and they think they walk into a compromising situation and then noping out of the room. Kaveh would 100% ask you about who that was later though. Alhaitham would try to find out on his own through connections.

The friendly roughhousing makes me think of Alhaitham jokingly putting you in a chokehold after you've been teasing him all day. Fast forward to him getting flung over your shoulder and on the carpet in the blink of an eye. You can't stop saying sorry while he lies on the floor groaning while Kaveh is laughing his ass off in the background.

And with the sleeping hugs? They'd both get flustered, let's be real. Alahaitham is hard to fluster but, dang even he would be red in the face. And Kaveh... he's a cinnamon roll, of course, he is a blushing mess.

And yes, imagine just wearing a loose shirt in the morning and not wearing any pants (except for underwear) and it just fries their brain. Or some clothes you go out with (Reader's choice what it is) and it shows your collarbones/chest partly and they just completely lose their mind. Your outfit and you are on their mind for the rest of the night. They might just throw you a compliment for it later in the hopes you'd wear something like that more often.

[azrielsshadows42]

A Court of Scales and Fire VIII

A/n: I left you on a cliff hanger last time, and I have no regrets, but I do hope you enjoy this, it was a pain to write, so yes, I did get my karma. Dividers are by @tsunami-of-tears and @saradika

Italics = Thoughts

Bold = Draconic

Both = Mind speak (Colour will vary)

Warnings: Swearing, retelling of the same events from a different perspective

Word Count: 5k (Excluding recap)

Chapter 7 Character Moodboards

RECAP:

I could feel my legs pumping, trying to get there faster, faster, but not fast enough. I grabbed the hilt of one of my blades, throwing it so that it just missed Cassian's arms, causing him to step back on instinct. I stood so that my body blocked as much of Everest as it could, my twin blade ready to be wielded if needed. Cauldron, I hope I won't need it.

"Step away from my dragon"

---Y/N's POV---

Everyone was still, it was like my words had cast a ward that immobilised all the fae in the vicinity. My other katana was held tightly in my grip, my hands shaking slightly. I may be able to hold my own against Cassian in a sparring ring, but I wasn't enough of a fool to think I could take on him, Azriel, Eris and all the other soldiers all at once. Especially seeing as our blows would not be aimed to kill, I know Cassian wouldn't harm me, but a little voice in my head was telling me that Azriel did not hold the same reservations on my well-being, and after tackling Eris, he definitely wouldn't hesitate, nor would his sentries.

"Your Dragon?" Cassian's voice resonated through the clearing, shattering the stillness.

"Yeah. My dragon." I held my breath, muscles tense, waiting out the reaction. Heads turned, each person looking at the other; it appeared that they, too, were unsure of how to react, all of us seated in the same boat.

I would forever be thankful to Cassian as he sheathed his blade, prompting everyone else to stand down. My shoulders sag in relief, but it is short lived. Eris launches onto his feet with infinite elegance, I can see the flames of unbridled anger blazing in his amber eyes, a perfect mix of bourbon and honey. My stomach twists at the realisation that all the rage and fury dancing in those depths were aimed at me.

"You brought a dragon into my court?" It was spoken like both a question and a threat, he had not raised his voice, but the sheer intensity had almost made me flinch.

"A friendly one" I thank every deity that exists and all the ones that don't when I speak without stuttering, my words flowing out clearly, even though that wasn't nearly enough to help me in this situation.

I rethought my word choice, given the situation, no one is going to believe Everest is friendly. Actually, anyone who knew her wouldn't be caught dead saying that.

"Alright, maybe 'friendly' is a bit of a stretch, allow me to rephrase that, Does not have intent to kill." That was evidently the wrong thing to say as it just served to stoke the fire in his eyes.

"No intent to kill?" for the first time since the scuffle we'd had under the mountain, he'd raised his voice, the tight leash on his anger slipping through his fingertips.

"Look around and tell me that it had no intent to kill." Those depthless fires never left my form as I did exactly that. The branches on the surrounding trees had been splintered, and while the armoured fae were unharmed and determined to protect these lands, they all held fear in their eyes. It did not escape my notice that every single gaze was trained on Everest who loomed behind me.

She stepped closer, placing me between her front legs, a menacing growl, deep and low loosed from her jaws, a faint glow emanating from her chest as she stared the High Lord down.

"They're alive, aren't they?" I was aware they couldn't understand her, Everest knew that too, to anyone else the words may have simply sounded like a slightly louder growl, but it still wasn't exactly helpful in my attempt to plead innocence.

Azriel stood silently in the background, which I had learned from my time in the Night Court was normal for him. He was being his stoic self as always, but it wasn't his reaction, or lack thereof that had pulled my eyes from the fuming fireling in front of me. It was Cassian's.

I knew from the way he acted and from my studies, the Illyrian general had seen his fair share of crazy shit, so the absence of fear surprised no one. I don't know how I expected him to react, he hadn't meant to find out at all, so I hadn't given it a second thought. However, if I had, no amount of over-thinking and imagination would have come up with this.

Cassian, a six-foot-something fucking behemoth of a male, a highly seasoned war general, leader of the Night Court's army, looked like a giddy child in a toy store. A broad grin that could rival the Cheshire Cat split his face, his brown eyes shining with childlike joy. He was practically vibrating with excitement. Is he on drugs?

"You... don't look surprised with this development"

"Are you kidding me? This is amazing, Feyre is going to lose her shit, and she will never let Rhysand live it down" It was then that I was reminded of Feyre's bet with her mate. She had been fascinated by the idea of dragons, and apparently, Rhysand had insisted that they were all extinct. Feyre hadn't been deterred by that answer and had pointed out that most fae couldn't even find the Suriel, yet she had done so multiple times, even once when she was still human. The High Lady was adamant, that when she found the time for searching in her busy schedule, she'd prove him wrong.

Even the spymaster cracked a smile, however small, quietly agreeing with his brother. I had no doubt the entire inner circle would torment their High Lord with this information.

Y/n, focus, there's a reason I'm here, remember? Everest's voice sounded through my head, snapping me out of my small moment of reverence.

Right, show me.

Muscle memory takes over, the movement of grabbing onto the leafy spined ridge along Everests neck to hall myself up onto her back practiced and familiar. It felt good to be reunited with Ev, I mean, technically we hadn't been apart, but I'd missed this.

She rose to her full height, flexing her wings out slightly, but she didn't take off. Her head swung around, and she prowled in the opposite direction, tail lashing behind her like a whip.

Everest led me deeper into the forest halting at a place that was seemingly empty. Cass, Azriel and Eris were not far behind, but it appeared that none of the cavalry had followed. My hand dipped into a little satchel on my hip, extracting a small cloth pouch. I reached in, grabbing a generous handful of the dark grey ashes it contained.

I held my hand flat and blew out across the fine powder, it scattered out over the area, and the simple glamour lifted, revealing an abandoned campsite. I stepped forward, scanning the surroundings. It was evident that it had been packed up hastily, they weren't stupid enough to leave such blatant evidence behind.

There were no tents or bedrolls, but multiple trails of footprints criss-crossing everywhere, the embers of the fire had not yet been blown away by the wind. Bones of various animals lay around and muddled scents lingered. I crouched down, extending my arms palms up, I felt the tingly feeling start from my lower back to my shoulders and slowly, it crept down till ink black heads emerged from the cuffs of my sleeves.

Rivers of smooth, flowing scales slithered onto the grass; Night Shade immediately began a more in-depth search, combing through every blade for something we could use to get a proper scent to track.

In my peripherals, I could see Cassian's eyes widening to the size of saucers, pointing at Night and Shade frantically while his gaze from Azriel to them, and back.

"See! I told you; she sprouted snakes! I knew I wasn't crazy!" Azriel kept his mask of cool indifference on his face, refusing to yield any reactions he might have behind a wall of cold stone.

I laughed at Cassian's wording, he had asked me about the snakes, I had claimed ignorance, just to mess with him a little.

"How do they fit?" Cassian's hazel eyes now settled on me, curiosity lacing his tone. He then begun scrutinising my armour, as if trying to force the plates to divulge their secrets to him.

"They are a part of me" My tone was matter of fact, but it just seemed to confuse him further. As much as I loved explaining how the tattoos worked to people, I didn't have time to go into detail, so I decided instead to brush over it completely.

"I'll explain it to you later." The faint rustling of leaves continued, but other than that, no one spoke. There was nothing to say really. The quiet allowed my mind to wander to a certain High Lord. I had no doubt Eris was going to send me on my way as soon as we returned to the forest house. Probably even before then.

The fireling had remained quiet, yet the feeling of his eyes pierced through the back of my head, as if he was the High Lord who possessed daemati abilities. I wanted to turn and face him, gauge his level of anger, and simultaneously, I dreaded looking him in the eyes.

I was saved from my inner turmoil when violent hissing was heard. Someone to our left had started running. It wasn't ten seconds later before a muffled yell, and then a dull thud reached our ears.

We all bustled over to see what had happened, who NightShade had caught. Once we reached the noises origin, we were met with the sight of a high fae, stuck because of the way my snakes had coiled their bodies around the male tightly. Restricting his movements but not his breath, as long as he co-operated anyways.

His state made it easier to take him back for questioning as his predicament seemed to finally sink in. He stopped struggling and instead began to think of a plan for a way out. He wouldn't succeed, but he was welcome to try.

Eris steps forward, scanning the fae top to bottom, the current object of his ire, which thankfully was no longer me for the time being, shrunk away from his gaze, breaking eye contact with those pits of fire.

It was then that Azriel spoke to Eris, offering to take the intruder of his hands and interrogate him himself. It was a long shot, Azriel must have known that, and in this instance, it didn't pay off, as the High Lord of Autumn immediately shut him down.

"He was caught in Autumn, where we are now, in case you've forgotten, and it's exactly where you shouldn't be" His gaze turned to glare at both Azriel and Cassian, clearly done tolerating their uninvited presence in his court. "I think it is long past time for you to return to Night, lest there be... unfavourable consequences"

I stood to the left of Cassian, silently wondering if I was a part of that statement. Eris gave no indication for me to stay, but he wasn't glaring at me like he was the Illyrians either. Cassian made his way towards his brother and after a second of internal debate, I moved forwards as well.

"Not you" His voice was curt, no room for argument left in the tense air. I exchanged glances with the red siphoned warrior, his eyes asking if I would be okay. I didn't know.

"You have alot of explaining to do" My nerves rose like a tsunami, that did not sound like a conversation I wanted to have, mostly because it didn't sound like I'd get to walk away from it. I was acutely aware of Everest lurking a few paces to my left, and I calculated the probability we'd have to make a run for it. Somehow have to continue the search right under his nose, without being caught, or else face whatever he deemed to be 'Justice'

Clearly the non-logical part of my brain was malfunctioning, because I nodded to Cassian's wordless inquiry and went closer to Eris, my instincts screaming 'no' while something else, deeper and more ancient, sang 'yes'.

With one last cautious glance back, they were gone, and I was left alone with The High Lord. Eris's eyes never faltered from mine. Ev started to close the distance between us when he stopped her.

"The lizard stays here" The words were directed at me, but his eyes locked on Everest. At least he wasn't stupid enough to completely ignore her.

My friend was less than pleased with his demand. He didn't know this, but that would only happen over Everest's dead body. She came closer, growling, head level with mine while the arches of her wings towered above us both.

What did he just call me? It was Everest who now held the pits of flame in her green eyes. Not helping Ev, just let it go. She huffed, blazing orbs burning into his flesh. Without breaking the apparent staring contest between them, Ev shrunk down to falcon size, perching herself on my shoulder. She made it very clear 'no' wasn't an answer.

The laser focus he held on her finally broke as he narrowed in on me. I smiled apologetically, but didn't make a move towards removing Everest nor convincing her otherwise. Eris doesn't voice it, but his displeasure was anything but subtle.

One moment we were in the forest surrounded by trees, the next, we had been winnowed directly into his office.

It seemed that the predator Eris most resembled was ironically, a snake, because we had once again fallen into another staring contest. I sat down in the chair across from him, his head held high, and his hands folded neatly in front of him. He looked absolutely regal, from the way he styled his hair to the clothes he wore, he was utterly perfect. I could spend a lifetime scanning his features and find no flaws.

Despite my ogling which I hoped was inconspicuous, the quiet grew tense. It was obviously designed to unnerve me, and it was working.

The anger seemed to have dissipated from his expression, so, there was at least that. "What made you think bringing a dragon into one of the courts, was a good idea?" His voice was all business, but that was better than yelling or complete ice.

"Everest is my partner, I've worked with her for decades without incident. I promise you; she holds no ill will towards Autumn, she wants to track these people down just as much as I do."

His face revealed nothing of his emotions, leaving me wondering if he believed me or not.

"Regardless, you brought a dangerous beast into my court without my knowledge or permission. That's a serious offense, little witch" While I wanted to correct him again saying that I am not a witch, I hoped that his use of the nickname was a good sign. Maybe he wasn't going to kick me out, but I had to be sure.

"So, does that mean you are going to throw me out of your court?" Or worse? Everest's tail tightened around my bicep slightly, waiting in anticipation for his answer, ready to get me the hell out of here if shit went sideways.

He continued his staring, most likely contemplating the practicality of it, or of what else he could do to me for breaking such a law.

"No, I'm not." He smirked at the surprise that spread across my face, no doubt making me look like a fish with how wide my mouth was. I had the sensibility to snap it shut before he spoke again.

"No, you will stay and complete your mission, because I don't believe you have malicious intent, but I will be keeping a much closer eye on you, especially on your Lizard."

For the umpteenth time today, Everest growled at him. Her talons pressed slightly into my shoulders while her wings spread out, making her appear larger without actually increasing her size to avoid crushing me.

If he calls me 'Lizard' one more time, I'm going to incinerate him Even in our bond, she was growling. No, you won't I gently cupped my hand around her muzzle, guiding it down toward my collarbone as a precaution.

"Understood" He was being incredibly generous; I wasn't about to poke the bear. I rose from the cushioned seat, and made my way to the door, not saying a word, though as I moved, I could feel how Everest swivelled her head, never letting him out of her sight until the doors shut behind us.

I almost let out a breath of relief, thinking 'hey, that wasn't too bad' but I'd spoken too soon. A whole fucking platoon of soldiers (really, it was just six) followed me from the office to my room. I was aware they hadn't left after I went inside. They were lingering just beyond the threshold, probably for the entire night, and it seemed they would resume following me come morning.

This is gonna be a fun stay.

---Everything that happened after finding Everest in Eris's Pov---

I heard a roar, and without thinking, I was off, racing towards the threat. I commanded the soldiers to back away, as the giant green beast came into view. Magic gurgled within me, the flames pouring from my hands, shaped into ropes which I hurled at my adversary.

Fire clamped the things maw shut and I pulled, trying to bring it down. I was losing, it wasn't enough, it was going to break free, kill me and all my soldiers. I had to take control. I pumped more magic, more energy into those ropes, the ends split, grabbing hold of it's neck.

This will work, I can save them I-

Suddenly, I was struck by a force that forced the air from my lungs. A person had collided with me, and together we rolled over and over until, at last, our tumbling ceased, leaving them lying atop me.

It was Y/n, and just for one moment, time stood still. She was looking down at me, hair framing her face, a leaf or two from the ground caught in her curly locks. She was beautiful, light shining artfully across her face, dusted with light freckles you couldn't see unless you were up close. The faint markings around her glittering eyes pulsed with dim light. She was a masterpiece.

The moment ended. My mind rushed to make sense of everything, why had she done this? Was she trying to let this thing destroy my court, hurt these fae?

Had I made a mistake trusting her?

An expression of pain flitted over her features before she pushed off of me. Y/n rushed away, pushing herself to go faster and eventually out of my line of sight. I lay still, praying to the mother that everything would be okay.

"Step away from my dragon"

No one spoke, no one moved, no one breathed. I stayed there, my anger building, the well of magic within me threatening to bubble over.

How dare she? How dare she? I welcome her into my court, and she brings a dragon with her?

Once I hear weapons being sheathed, I finally get off the ground, confronting her. I not even conscious of what I'm saying. Anger and betrayal cloud my mind, everything else fading into the background. I haven't gotten this angry in a long time, at least, not outwardly, but something about this female makes all my emotions more intense. At least rage is one I can handle.

Y/n speaks with the Illyrians about one thing or another, then mounts her beast and goes off, without explanation, it's like she's trying to evoke all the darkest parts of me, the ugly parts that I don't care to show anyone. Not even my mother is privy to those thoughts.

The bastards follow her, making my teeth grind, my patience wearing dangerously thin. I just catch the part when Y/n reveals the presence of a glamour, then stoops down. I sense the tingle of foreign magic, something moves beneath her skin, barely perceptible, the sight sent an unpleasant shiver down my spine.

Smooth black scales emerge soundlessly from the cuffs of her green armour, which I now realised must be made from the dragon's shedding.

I recognised those snakes, the same ones that had attacked Cassian and I under the mountain. How fitting that they belong to her as well, 'The icing on the towering cake of resentment' so to speak.

Despite their rather loud conversation, the words exchanged between Y/n and the others are drowned out by the rushing blood in my ears. It's only when a body hits the ground with a thud, the sound of leaves crunching under its weight, that I am jolted from my red-tinted stupor.

We made our way closer, it seemed the snakes had caught someone fleeing the scene. They were coiled tightly around the fae male, criss-crossing over him in unnatural symmetry. He struggles fruitlessly for some time before finally stopping, the gears in his head turning uselessly. His arms and legs were bound, and should he make any progress, those fangs were ready to sink into his skin, there was no escape.

Azriel offers his particular skillset, trying to take the prisoner out of Autumn to be interrogated in Night. Like hell was that happening, having had my fill of Illyrians for the week, I made it clear they will no longer be tolerated. And I hoped for their sake they were smart enough to know the stunt they pulled today would not be met with leniency again.

Y/n hesitated before making a move for the Warriors. I knew I should let her leave, should want her gone or at least want her to face punishment, but the only thing I wanted right now other than an explanation, was for her to continue residing in Autumn for all the wrong reasons. I wanted her to stay, to tell my why she'd done what she had, for it to be reasonable and convincing even if it was a lie, just so I could justify not sending her away.

I stopped her from going with them and I could see the way her body tensed, glancing at Cassian and then at her... companion, debating whether she should make a run for it. My heart did that stupid leap it does when she gets close, but that feeling comes to an abrupt stop when the great serpent begins to follow.

"The Lizard stays here" I didn't want it in my court, much less in the forest house, the people would think I'm going to use it as some weapon of terror, that's what Beron would do. Regardless of this infuriating attachment I seem to have with this female, that curtesy by no means extended to the lumbering giant of flashing green scales.

The dragons glowing eyes glared at me, getting into a defensive position next to Y/n. Almost a minute passed of mutual glaring before it shrunk down, landing neatly on her shoulder like a parrot. I would never speak the words out loud, but, admittedly, I was impressed.

Y/n gives me an apologetic smile but doesn't try to remove her shoulder ornament. The conflicting emotions coursing through and overflowing my head, had made me eager to return home. I briefly wondered about my hounds, but they were all well trained enough to make it back to the kennel on their own.

I winnowed us directly to my office, already seated in my chair, one waiting opposite me for her. I calm the tempest within, giving up on why I don't want her to fear me, just trying to accept that I do.

I replayed the entire sequence of events in my mind, analysing the situation from the moment the soldier rushed in to alert us, through to the fae's capture, including all her claims made in the in between.

I realised that I had been intently staring at her, unintentionally making her feel uncomfortable. I spoke up, breaking the tense atmosphere.

"What made you think bringing a dragon into one of the courts was a good idea?" I made sure my tone was neutral.

"Everest is my partner, I've worked with her for decades without incident. I promise you; she holds no ill will towards Autumn, she wants to track these people down just as much as I do."

She sounded earnest. The fact that the dragon was her companion, didn't even surprise me, it was actually very on brand for her. The fact that they still existed was more shocking than the fact that one was sitting on her shoulder, eyeing me with disdain.

"Regardless, you brought a dangerous beast into my court without my knowledge or permission. That's a serious offense, little witch" Despite my previous ire, the pet name rolled off my tongue without thought. I knew she wasn't a witch, and I could see that she wanted to correct me by the slight downward twitch of her lips, but she didn't voice her thoughts.

Instead, Y/n asked if I planned to banish her. The immediate response was easily 'no'. It was more than just this ridiculous attraction to her, when I thought about it, really thought about it, the dragon could have easily hurt and killed multiple soldiers before we got there, and it did find the encampment. Having her here to finish what she'd started would be beneficial.

"No, I'm not" The smirk that clawed it's way onto my face was unavoidable, the surprise woven into her expression was too satisfying. Her eyes wide and mouth open, I might even go as far to say it was endearing if I were enyone else.

But I'm not, and an undertone of jealousy sparked in my gut, she was so open with her emotions, I didn't have to guess what she was feeling, she didn't encrypt it into an unsolvable riddle, it was written plainly in the lines of her face. She was refreshing, a breath of forest air after being suffocated at one of the pretentious court events filled with power hungry pricks.

There was a part of me, the inner child, barely holding on, that wished I could be open like that, not with everyone, that would be political suicide, but with someone, anyone. I wished I could feel what I was feeling openly, without worrying who would wield my vulnerability like a knife and stab me in the back.

"No, you will stay and complete your mission, because I don't believe you have malicious intent, but I will be keeping a much closer eye on you, especially on your Lizard."

The dragon, unsurprisingly, growled again, her green eyes simmering with a threat leashed only by the female she was perched upon. Y/n did break eye contact while she cupped a hand over its snout, pulling its head down towards herself. It was comical how the emerald flames still burned into my flesh, even as Y/n left, the dragon kept its glare on me until the very last second.

Six guards followed Y/n down the many hallways per my order. They wouldn't invade her privacy, a ward had been put up so they couldn't hear any conversation, only sounds of commotion. She would not be going anywhere alone until I knew I could trust her.

Once she had left, I allowed myself a short moment of peace, then winnowed to the dungeons where the newest prisoner was waiting. He was unconscious, the snakes still wrapped around him. When I got closer, their grip loosened until they had fully detangled themselves from the male and slithered away, skin scraping on the rough stone floor, practically invisible in the dim light.

Old blood, and moss permeated the air. I hoisted up his torso, chaining his wrists to cuffs hung from the ceiling. They were rusted, but strong enough to hold his weight and withstand any fight he might put up. Even if he did manage to break the chains, the steel alloy bars of his cell would prevent his escape.

I sat on a stool facing him, patiently waiting for the male to regain consciousness so I could begin questioning. I didn't have to wait long.

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It was night by the time I emerged from that hell hole. I washed his blood from my skin numbly in the shower. Sitting in my room lit by candles in front of the hearth, whiskey in hand, Ghost, my second youngest hound, lay by my feet. His name came from the fact that he's an albino, the first in over a thousand years. His coat wasn't completely white, silver dusted along his spine, paws and the tips of his ears. It shone a little in the warm glow.

Soft tapping was heard, Mascarpone, a light beige coloured female and Ghost's chosen mate, trotted in. She licked my hand, then settled next to the other hound. When naming her, something had come over me, I hadn't named one of my dogs after a cheese since I was a little child. But I had been compelled to do so, it wasn't like anyone would stop me, nothing was wrong with the name. I quite liked it. But now it made me think of the female who'd betrayed my trust and captured my attention all at once.

She had lied, when she'd said she was alone, I know why she did, but it still left a bitter taste in my mouth. Although her emotions were painted all over her, it would do me well to remember she had a damn good poker face.

Displaying feelings openly to create a sense of transparency, only to hide the important ones. It was a good tactic, excellent even, I had never used it myself, but I'd read about people doing it. And she had managed to pull it off on me, attesting to its efficiency when executed correctly.

Y/n had managed to bring a dragon here, she also had magic snakes that came out of her arms and if I remembered correctly, they either couldn't feel pain, or were impervious to fire judging by their lack of reaction when I'd tried to burn them under the mountain.

There is no telling what else she's capable of. No matter what this thing was inside me, encouraging me to let my guard down, let the walls around myself crumble, I couldn't.

Not now. Not ever.

Chapter 9

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[saltyfryz]

I know I've been neglecting my Tumblr as of late regarding my art, so to remedy that I have decided to dump my newest sans OCS on you and (mostly) all their information :3

Heres pt 2 with Plum and Cypher;)

Enjoy

First up is!

Cassiopeia, or Cassie for short is the Sans of this universe(which I don't have a name for yet) she is 5'2 and trans.

Her drink of choice is tea! all kinds, she's not picky! She actually is a bit of a connoisseur when it comes to the stuff. And when she wants to treat herself she likes to add condiments to her cup to add a bit of flavor.

Her personality is similar to og sans but she's a lot more elegant in her mannerisms. She's also VERY slow to anger/irritation and even slower to show it. Let's just say, never play poker with her.

She still has 1 hp, and isn't a fan of physical combat. She likes being covert and subdues any treats with the stardust that surrounds her skull. As when inhaled it can give the victim a calming effect or put them into a deep sleep, depending on how much they've puffed. She does also have bones and blasters but rarely needs to use them due to her stardust being so effective.

Instead of being a quantum physics nerd, Cassie is a medical doctor. I'm not sure what specifically but what I do know is that she is very educated on human Bodies and monster souls. She had tried to learn quantum physics when she was younger but it just didn't click with her, she was never a numbers gal.

I like to imagine she's friends with Baggs sans or Wine. For Baggs, I think they would grow close while having deep conversations about their respective jobs and tell stories about all the crazy injuries they've had to deal with. That, and she can use her stardust to put him to sleep, that's my head canon at least. She also likes teasing him about his height, she thinks his reactions are hilarious.

As for Wine, i feel like they like debating each other. Their favorite topic to debate over being what's the better drink, wine or tea. And let me tell ya, it will get very intense. And not in the 'toss a couple chairs at each other' kinda way, more so in the calm on the surface yet internally wishing death upon the other, all in good fun of course. The most hostile thing they'd do to each other is send a passive aggressive yet deeply accurate comment. Sometimes Coffee likes to sit in the corner and listen to them while he draws, it's good background noise.

As for Papyrus or Zephyr,

His personality is a lot like og pap, just more blunt and a lot more willing to initiate a friendly sparring session.

He's kind of a gym junkie, always training out to get stronger. He absolutely LOVES working out and even has weighted plating for his boots, gauntlets, shoulder and knee pads.

Due to his love for sparring, he often gets into friendly brawls with the other members of the royal guard stationed in snowdin, and has beaten every single one. These feats were obviously reported to Undyne. And Undyne, Impressed by his feats, offered Zeph a position in the royal guard. Papyrus obviously was ecstatic, and accepted immediately.

However due to actually getting a position in the royal guard, the rose tinted glasses he'd always held onto have been a bit wiped down due to the actual nature of the guard not being quite what he expected. Still though, he holds out hope for all the fame and recognition he rightfully deserves.

Zephyr is a full on tank when it comes to fighting, he's a heavy hitter and very agile, even with his weighted gear. He mainly uses punches and kicks for precise direct hits but isn't afraid to give his appoint a good knee or elbow to throw them off.

His weapons of choice are brass knuckles, they pack a punch on their own but when he's feeling a bit murdery, he's able to reinforce them with his magic.

Besides training he also loves to paint. Any blank surface you can think of, he's painted on. He's painted his armor, shorts, safety pads, and his own face!

He even paints on lashes to match with Cassie's (which are made of magic). He changes the paint on his face everyday, it's always something new but he seems to favor cloud and sun motifs.

When Zeph isnt training he is always neck deep in a painting project, weather it be one he was working on for several days or a new idea he just made up and really wanted to do. Sometimes he has Cassie help with some of his projects, though she either lazily draws a sick man, or a handprint. Typical lazy sans behavior, it annoys Zeph to no end but he never paints over any additions made

Due to being a Doctor, Cassie is a slight germaphobe(more so in her workplace) but she puts that aside and gets her hands dirty for him

The clouds around his head change with his mood Like pepa from encanto. He can also manipulate them, making the clouds big and fluffy to ride on or catch someone when falling, or even creating fog or mist to act like a smoke screen.

Zephyr's dish of choice is pastries, some witch he lends to Cassie to go with her tea. It's more of a casual thing than something he's passionate about though

Next up is my favorite at the moment! OUTCODE: E770R2095E!! Or Code:E for short! Pronounced Cody ;) (updated ref here)

He his, like his name states, an outcode. However no one really knows where he comes from. Ink's theory is that he was supposed to be an error sans, but something went wrong and now he's just here.

He exists somewhere in the anti-void, no where close to Error, seeing as how he had no idea Code:E existed for the longest time. Having nothing to do with his time, he sits in the anti-void going over codes.

When he's eventually discovered by Error, immediately Error is pissed as he feels Code:E is trying to copy him. And true to his title, he tries to destroy Code:E. However, it didn't quite work out. Every time Error tried attacking, it had always just fazed through him, leaving Code:E completely unbothered. Eventually he finds that Code:E has no soul. Due to this he has no emotions and Error can't check his code, and even if he tried it would be completely an utter gibberish.

Dispite not having any actual emotions, he has this inate want to learn and grow, asking questions about anything and everything. He often gets compared to an AI by Error because of this.

He has no real powers or magic but can copy the code of any sans type just by looking at them, other outcodes included. And when I say copy, I mean copy. With one look he knows all about you, your au, your powers, everything. Usually when this happens his eyes gloss over with static as he lists everything he sees in the code out loud.

Being able to copy code, he is also able to copy the appearance of the sans he sees and even use their magic.

When he can't do something or is just thinking really hard on one thing in particular, Code:E's eyes get staticy and his form glitches a helluva lot more.

He can also create portals to other universes with the pink tear like glitches under his eyes. Though he never uses it, as he never sees the need to. He mostly uses them to observe and learn about the multiverse. He spends most of his time sitting in the little anti-void where he first was created. Just sitting there.

Doing nothing.

All alone.

Well, not totally. Due to Error being a complete drama queen, he often complains about Code:E aloud allowing Ink to overhear. And ink, like the nosy like little shit he is, annoys Error to show him what's got his strings all bundled up. He eventually caved and led Ink to Code:E. And after a pretty disturbing interaction, Ink complains to the star sans' about him. Upon hearing it, Dream, always with the bleeding heart, decides to visit Code:E and announces that they're friends. Code:E doesn't quite understand it, but goes along anyway as Dream teaches him about more aus and how emotions work. Even so, he rarely has time to visit due to his role in the multiverse.

But their is one person who does visit regularly..

And his name is- (updated ref + more information)

RETRO!! A fellow outcode!

He's a very outgoing and rambunctious spirit, going all around all kinds of AUs to do anything he wants! Weather that be wreaking havoc with pranks or just relaxing under the stars in outertale. However due to his chaotic neutral nature, he often has run-ins with both the star sans' AND the bad sans' usually having to escape in outrageous ways and hide in the anti-void for a few hours.

And during one of his little escapades, into the anti-void he meets Code:E. At first he's startled, especially when Code:E tries copying Retro's code, and can't. Leaving Code:E perplexed and Intrigued as this had never happened with any sans he had seen. He asks all sorts of questions about Retro, some more personal than others, and after giving some non answers Retro asks about Code:E.

Code:E is absolutely floored(as floored as one with no soul can be) as no one had actually asked him anything about what he wanted to do or needed. He told him as such and for some reason, this had hit Retro directly in the soul. He had found it relatable. And so from that moment forward, Retro vowed to be Code:E's friend. He even gave Code:E his nickname. And later, his poncho.

I bet your wondering about the gell I described in the photo, well it's simple really. It's basically the gels from Portal. THATS RIGHT IM UNORIGINAL!! FUCKING SUE ME!! /J

HE ALSO HAS PORTALS HA!

In all seriousness though, yes I did just give him the powers from Portal, and yes he can make actual portals, but these help him travel through aus. The portals are his magic while he made the gel with science. For his portals idk if I want it to only work on white surfaces so that can be up to interpretation

Alright that's all the info I got! Here are the doodles I have that I have no idea where to put! The ones with Cassie and Zeph are a bit old so plz ignore any design inconsistencies!

[batshieroglyphics]

AO3 Scene Breaks - Final Fantasy Style!

Following from my set of FMA scene breaks, I've been working my way through my works to add scene breaks that are both screen-reader friendly, and just generally more fun.

This batch is for my Final Fantasy VIII and Final Fantasy X fics (not including the crossovers, those will be a different post). This has been shared previously with my patreons here. (The below is basically copy&pasted from the Patreon post, they just got it a few days sooner.)

Image descriptions are either in the image alt text, or shared below, if tumblr wouldn't let me add alt text. 🙄 Most of these are larger versions of the breaks used on AO3, but I don't have larger saves of the first two, so you're getting the smaller versions.

[Image Description: Final Fantasy 10 logo of Yuna sending bracketing the Zanarkand Abes logo; all are in colours of blue and yellow /end ID]

Final Fantasy X line break, which I actually created...last year? Ish. It's the Zanarkand Abes symbol, the fatter version that Tidus wears on his shorts, between mirrored versions of the Yuna sending logo for the series in the original sunset ombre.

[Image Description: Seymour Guado's chest tattoo bracketing the Zanarkand Abes logo; Seymour's lions are black outlined in purple, the Abes symbol is dark grey outlined in teal]

I also created an alternate, which is the thinner Abes symbol that Tidus wears as a necklace between Seymour's chest tattoos, which I'd halfway through to use for a Tidus/Seymour fic, although I prefer the above for Crooked Wings, and I haven't really done any other FFX fics that require scene breaks and have them as main characters.

Not actually using this one anywhere, yet, but one of the holiday card ficlets for this year is a non-shippy FF8 piece, and I seem to recall it having a scene break, so I decided to make a break that could be used no matter the ship. In this case, the Balamb Garden yin-yang symbol with the white halo. With, I think, light grey outline? So it can be seen against a white background.

Standard Seifer/Squall shippy break of the Balamb Garden yin-yang between Hyperion and Revolver. The Hyperion I ended up using is the 'costume' Squall has in Dissidia, because I'd otherwise have had to use the pixelated version from the base game. And that wouldn't have looked terrible in the small scale, but the pixelated base game version of Revolver doesn't have the Griever keychain and the embossing on the blade is...a disaster, so I ended up going for two higher-def gunblades, even if Hyperion's handle is wrong. Highlights of red around Hyperion and blue around Revolver were mostly because of my long-held headcanon that Seifer leans more towards fire (thanks fireball in the opening scene spar) and Squall leans more towards ice magic. Which meant this scene break worked very, very well for Zyxt, where the two blast Adel's Tomb in space and end up inheriting her magic.

This one is 100% created for my Sorcerer!Squall fic, Silver Wings, because there was no way I wasn't going to find a pair of spread wings and recolour them silver for this fic, come on. And then the Griever necklace in the centre, because of the backstory this fic attaches to it.

For Noblesse Oblige, I wanted Lion Heart as a sort of nod to how advanced Squall is, that he's already done all this before, and the crown for the title's meaning, that Squall (and Seifer, to a large extent) are the nobility of Garden, having been some of the original students and, in this fic, very much paving the way for generations of SeeD.

For Sins of Our Young, I knew I was going to go with the gunblades again—they're really the best way, I think, of implying about Seifer and Squall's relationship without using the character images, which I was sort of half-consciously avoiding—and I crossed them at the handles. But I wasn't certain how to bring in the implication of the title—namely, the 'Sins' bit. I tried finding blood drips or splatters I could add to the gunblades, but I wasn't really coming up with the vague image I had. The bloody hand print wasn't terrible, didn't hate it, fully intended to use it, and then I remembered I had a sort of dripping font and decided to just type 'Sins' and recolour it red. So, the left one is the version you'll actually see used in the fic.

For Kissing It Better, I honestly thought about just using a line of kiss marks, lol, but then I did a quick re-read of the fic and remembered the bit about Seifer giving Squall the Griever necklace, so I decided I'd just use that charm again. And then a calligraphy swirls line break I stumbled across got re-purposed as a sort of necklace chain, because I wasn't having a lot of luck, otherwise.

I actually almost used the gunblades with the Balamb Garden yin-yang for Broken For the Scars I Forgave, except, part of that fic is that Garden isn't really welcoming for them, after canon, so they have to find somewhere else to go. Too, Rinoa's relationship—both the Sorceress/Knight bond with Squall, and the friendship/mutually-hated persons thing she has going with Seifer—is...so important to this fic. And I wanted to recognise that. So, gunblades crossed at the hilt in front of Rinoa's Shooting Star.

[misteria247]

Perhaps 12 Raph wasn't the only one attached to his older brother. Wasn't the only one who needed his older brother to balance himself out in some way.

When the red clad turtle had first arrived to the 03 lair with his brothers, both biological and adopted ones, he hadn't paid attention to the other turtles too much. Instead focusing on his family and clan members, always on standby should they need him to back them up. As time passed however and as the various different turtles of all different backgrounds began to befriend one another and the tensions between them died down, it was then that 12 Raph began to truly watch the other turtles. Began to truly observe them and their interactions, and it was during his observations that the powerhouse of a turtle had noticed something that he as well as his counterparts seemed to share.

Apparently his counterparts where just as close to their blue clad brothers as he was to 12 Leo.

It was surreal to see these different versions of him and his older brother, seeing their relationship and brotherhood that they shared between themselves. Things that made it obvious that no matter what, it was a seemingly indisputable fact that Raph's and Leo's would always be close to one another. Would always be each other's support and closest companion in their lives. And exactly how he realized this was by noticing the little things between the different versions of red and blue turtles.

There had been a moment where 03 Leo and 03 Raph had gotten into an argument, the two teens exchanging some rather harsh words. Yet once their tempers cooled down and they had themselves together it wasn't long before apologies were exchanged between them and they were okay once more.

Or the time when Bayverse Raph had nearly torn some thug to shreds cuz he had managed to get a knife into Bayverse Leo's side. The rage that flashed in Bayverse Raph's gaze before he was on the guy, beating him up and threatening to tear him apart if he ever did something like that to Bayverse Leo again. Once they'd been safe Bayverse Raph was instantly by his side and didn't leave it once.

Or the moment where 07 Raph and 07 Leo seemed to be having a silent conversation amongst themselves, a conversation that was unreadable to anyone else looking in. Small movements or shifting eyes conveying everything that was needed to be said before they'd looked away. Leaving many confused by the small exchange or questioning what exactly just happened.

Or the event where Rise Raph and Rise Leo were chatting with one another, the two joking and laughing and just enjoying one another's company. An air of contentment and understanding between them as they chatted and joked the day away, exchanging a few inside jokes as well. Even sending jibes at one another in a friendly way, keeping up with each other in their back and forth.

Or the time where 87 Raph was sparring with 87 Leo, the two brothers having a gleam of competition and excitement in their gazes as they clashed their weapons. Keeping up with one another beat for beat, loving the challenge that they were getting from the other who in their eyes was their equal. Always inspiring the other to strive to be even better than before.

All of them small moments that 12 Raph noticed, moments that reminded him so much of his and 12 Leo's own relationship. Seeing that no matter the time or place, that he'd always be his brother's best friend and trusted ally, it made 12 Raph feel less alone than he had before. It was a wonderful feeling he'd come to discover, to know that he and his big brother would always be connected with each other. The ying to his yang, the calm behind his raging storm, the logic to his heart, the spirit to his passion.

They'd always need each other, would always depend on one another and would always fight and defend for each other till the world and all of time stopped and disappeared for good. And 12 Raph didn't mind it one bit.

As long as he was by 12 Leo, his best friend's side he didn't mind at all.