#it's a legacy kinda that they have to carry

[jankillbride]

[ID: digital, colored painting of Cibo and Sanakan from BLAME! The background is black except for white repeated text, which reads “SHARE THE BLAME!” with BLAME! filled in and the rest of the phrase just outlined in white. Cibo is looking toward the viewer and Sanakan is looking to the bottom left. The two are close together and their faces are blending into each other.]

hehe the ladies

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

OK, so we all agree that Legacy is a mothcat, yes. But I JUST KNOWW that Ajax is a fox, same software but much more obnoxious when he wants to.

So, while moth is cuddling you for a long while and dearest Ajax gets bored of hanging out in the back of his mind he just goes and boycotts cuddling time by taking over their shared body.

He's the kind to start poking you because he's bored and wants to do something. Knowing him, he's taking you out on long ass hikes, smh. No peace until he burns some energy. Give him attention, he's bored.

Legacy is content with cuddles and naps 90% of the time but he comes with a restless ginger that is in fact physically incapable of staying still for ten minutes on a good day.

oh my goodness anon you're right. you're so right

if there's one thing you've learned, it's to be ready for anything, sudden changes of activity being on the top of that list. Foul Legacy often plucks control of their shared body from Ajax as easy as breathing, but the hijacking goes both ways, and if Ajax spontaneously decides that he wants to go outside, he will. he doesn't exactly drag you, though, instead preferring to squeeze you tightly when he's the one in your arms again. he nuzzles his face against yours, giving you wide, pouting eyes until you finally sigh and relent, his expression lighting up with a cheeky grin. THEN he picks you up and runs outside, happy as can be. Ajax pokes and bugs and annoys you with a type of mischievous delight, always taking you in his arms for an adoring hug afterwards. it's messy and a little rough, but once he gets all the energy out his hands turn soft as they cup your cheeks. sometimes there's a little blood, sometimes not- you never know with him

even when you're inside and just sitting on the couch together, Ajax constantly changes positions and fidgets. but he keeps one thing constant- he's always near or pressed against you somehow, whether it be leaning against your shoulder, having his head on your legs, or even holding you in his lap. he's always there, always around you, sometimes peeking over your shoulder and sometimes just soaking in your presence. occasionally he pokes you, gently, nudging his head against you with a pleading gaze. that's when he wants your attention, and your hand raises and plonks onto his head, ruffling his fluffy ginger hair. Ajax hums with a smile, nuzzling against you and closing his eyes. only then does he relinquish control, Foul Legacy appearing in a delicate crackle of violet electricity, looking VERY sulky and put out. but it fades when you begin to scritch behind his horns, your Abyssal monster's wings fluttering and flittering as he begins to purr again

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

having shrimp emotions abt the end of shb again

[orcelito]

It's a little funny. I spend so much time compartmentalizing that I convince myself I'm totally fine, of course, all the time.

But when I was filling out the questionnaire before my therapy appointment yesterday, it was like

.... OK yea maybe I have some problems

Also this one 😂😂😂

[scattered-winter]

Have you settled on a title for the Predator’s pilots, like how Voltron’s pilots are called Paladins?

Personally, I think Ravagers is a cool title for them.

ravagers IS a cool name, but so far the predator pilots don't have a formal title because unlike voltron, they haven't been the stuff of myth and legend for thousands of years. the voltron paladins have formal titles that carry weight behind them because they're so well-known and practically mythological figures, but predator is a footnote. only a handful of people even believe it exists, and those that do believe in it think it was destroyed a long time ago. maybe eventually the predator pilots might choose a name for themselves (which i havent decided yet lmaooo) but for the vast majority of the universe, they're only known as pilots because they don't have the same influence that voltron does

[trahoalai]

bit fruity

[memoriescut]

mothers and daughters existing as wretched mirrors of each other but also the way pudding is genuinely happy about lola trying to find her place in the world, she only wishes the same could happen to her

[ramblings-of-a-chaotic-neutral]

Ok, I don't really post here, but there's a Merlin AU idea that's been rattling around in my skull like it's a pinball machine and I need to get it out, so here we go:

Imagine an AU where Balinor doesn't die and banishes Kilgarrah before sneaking away so Uther doesn't catch him and can't put his newfound son in danger. Of course, both he and Merlin are heartbroken about having to be separated again after just finding each other, but they work out a way to keep in touch and occasionally meet in secret.

And this is all well and good, and everything in the show just kinda proceeds as normal up until about season 4, where we have the knights of the round table well-established in Camelot.

It'd make sense that after a few years of travelling around with Kilgarrah, Balinor would be pretty well-known and well-feared throughout all the five kingdoms as "that dragonlord who escaped the purge and now travels around on the back of a giant dragon", and people all over Albion are kinda terrified of the guy.

Rumors say that he never smiles, that he can kill a man in a split second without even utterring a spell, and can decimate kingdoms with the dragon under his total command. That makes for a formidable figure!

And then one day, Balinor is trying to sneak into Camelot to visit his son (he heard Merlin got hit by a dorocha and wants to make sure he's ok!), and the knights see him and freak out because holy shit that's one of the deadliest guys in Albion!

They're in a tense standoff, with Balinor threatening to call down the dragon on them if they don't let him through. The knights are all ready to give their lives to at least buy the people in the castle time to evacuate, when suddenly Merlin and Arthur make it to the standoff. Arthur immediately starts strategizing with his knights on how they're going to negociate with the sorcerer in an attempt to make sure that they aren't all slaughtered.

Meanwhile, Merlin just laughs and pushes through the rows of knights blocking Balinor's path to the castle. The knights, being very fond of Merlin and not wanting to see their kind little friend be brutally murdered by one of the most terrifying men in exsistence, are trying to grab Merlin and pull him back to safety or shouting at him to get back, but Merlin manages to avoid them as he walks up to Balinor.

For a horrifying moment, the knights and Arthur think that Merlin is about to sacrifice himself for them, but Merlin breaks into a huge grin, yells "Dad!", and runs right into Balinor's arms.

(Merlin and Balinor reason that now that Arthur's king, they might as well start easing him into some of Merlin's less shocking secrets)

And even more shockingly to the knights, Balinor hugs him back, asking Merlin all about how he's been doing, how are his studies under Gaius, etc etc.

And all of the knights just bluescreen. Because the math isn't mathing on this one. Hunith + Balinor = MERLIN?! Does not compute.

They're all pondering how could someone as joyful, friendly, and kind as Merlin be the spawn of a terrifying man like Balinor?? They just cannot comprehend it. The manservant who they all know and love came from this sorcerer who's name is synonymous with the threat of death and destruction??

They're all jolted back to reality however when Balinor asks Merlin if he wants to come back to Balinor's newly-renovated stronghold in the mountains (that's only accessable by riding a dragon) to learn more about one day becoming a dragonlord. And suddenly, the knight understand why Balinor's here. He wants to kidnap Merlin from them and twist him into a terrifying sorcerer to carry on Balinor's legacy!

It all basically dissolves into a long game of high-stakes tug-of-war between Balinor and the knights + Arthur, and Merlin's just enjoying spending time with his father and his friends.

Balinor will just casually crash one of their quests while riding Kilgarrah and "kidnap" Merlin while the knights fight to keep Merlin with them.

Balinor eventually gives Merlin Aithusa so he can get practice raising dragons, and the knights see it as some evil scheme to make Merlin betray Camelot and attack it from within, but damn it Merlin's already adopted the damn thing so now they're stuck with a baby dragon.

IDK if I'd ever write a fic about it since I'm pretty busy writing another fic rn, but I thought that it was a funny idea to throw out there!

PS: if anyone wants to read my current project, where I'm giving Sir Leon more anxiety with each chapter after a kinda-botched magic reveal on Merlin's part (and Merlin may or may not be an eldritch god), feel free to check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54027337/chapters/136771564

Thank you all for sticking with my incoherent rambling! :D I hope you have a great day/night!

Also, please let me know if you guys wants to hear more of the ideas that pinball around in my head!

[tardytothesimspardy]

Visit

Just a nice time

Today was a pretty standard day for the Broke family, in the midst of an absolutely sweltering summer day in Brindleton Bay (I've gotten notifications of Sims burning to death twice, it's ridiculous). Some Sims came over for a visit, and Mary Lu even progressed a bit on her aspiration.

First it was Flo, and Susie and Trigger came over to see who was at their door. Neither were particularly a fan of meeting a new person (especially Susie, since she has the Clingy trait), but fortunately Flo was pretty nice about it.

Later, when Buck came back from fishing (as he was burning to death), he comforted Susie on her stranger danger, and tucked her and Trigger into bed. (I always take pictures when my Sims do this, because it's so cute)

The next day, Susie and Trigger had some more one-on-one time, where Trigger passed on useful toddler wisdom onto his younger sister, who listened keenly, but mostly couldn't understand what he was saying.

Mackenzie, an old friend of Buck, came over for a quick visit, seemingly to announce her pregnancy (which I was very surprised to see), and then promptly destroyed the kid's dollhouse. Luckily neither of them saw it before Mary Lu fixed it.

[rvp32]

Heir to the Clan's Legacy- Chapter 2

You flash step to Kazuha's house and knock on her door. 

"Zuha..you're here, right? Can we hang out? Let’s celebrate getting into our squads."

"Sure let's go! I was hoping to run into you and the others to go celebrate!" Zuha says

You shake your head though. 

"Zuha wait...that's not exactly what I meant..I wanted to celebrate with you a different way.."

Zuha being the innocent and lost girl she always is, "Huh what do you mean" She questions

"Zuha...I like you. You like me too right? I want to be in a relationship with you...it's important to restart my clan someday, but I'd like to explore a relationship with you."

"oh Y/n this is all of a sudden, but yes, I do like you and I would also love to explore our relationship and see where it goes"

You then take a step forward and kiss her passionately. 

"I want you to be mine, Zuha...I want to mark you as mine.."

Zuha kisses you deepening the kiss and playing with your tongue 

you snake your hand around her back and pull her closer to you

"I've been waiting a long time to do that.." You say sincerely. You hold onto Zuha's hand. 

"Shall we go? Let's find the others and get something to eat. Hold on tight okay?" 

Zuha blushes. 

"I can just follow you, ya know?" 

"Yeah, but my flash step is faster than yours!" You tease.

"Hey that's not true and you know that, I can keep up with you!" Kazuha whines 

"I know you can, but I also want to carry my precious girlfriend," you say causing Kazuha to blush

Zuha was already lieutenant-level. Her flash step, swordsmanship, and even Hakuda. She had a very graceful way of combat. But her kido skills were captain-level. 

You didn't want to tell her you always held back. 

Zuha hits you lightly. "In private okay? I don't want all of soul society to see us like that so soon?" 

You nod and smile.

"Okay..okay..let's go..let's see, Mina should be closest to you right? Let's go find her next."

"So tell me, what do you want to do after we meet with Mina?" Kazuha asks as she follows behind you.

"I don't know yet, but I was thinking of trying to get some food and chill at her place" you reply hoping to cool off a little.

Zuha nods. 

But you turn around and flash her a smile. And kiss her forehead. 

"I've wanted to do that for a long time..." You then grab her hand flash step faster than before. 

Zuha noticed you moved faster but she kept the thought to herself.

'Was he always this fast' Zuha thought as she tried to keep up with you. 

Once you reach Mina's place, you knock on the door and while waiting for her to open the door, you place a quick kiss on Kazuha's lips. 

"Hey, I told you not outside, once we are home we can do this how much ever you want, " she says. 

"OH however long I want huh?" You tease.

Zuha blushes and hits you gently. 

"Yah..not in front of Mina or in public okay?" 

"Mhmm...I want to talk to you about something later too, but in private." You say gently.

"Ohh what's it about?" Zuha asks her curiosity getting the better of her. 

Mina opens the door, "Heyy! I wasn't expecting you guys!" Mina says, smiling and excited

You smile back. 

"Mina! Congrats, I heard you got picked and you chose squad 3. Isn't Captain Ichimaru kind of scary though? We want to celebrate with you."

"Yeah, I would love to celebrate!! he is kinda scary at first but when you get to know him a little he isn't too bad" Mina says 

"ohh that is interesting because I have never once heard that man speak," you reply. 

"Alright forget about the captains for a bit, where do you guys want to celebrate!!" Zuha says

"Let's go get some Japanese BBQ, you suggest." 

"Should we see where Jihyo and Nayeon are?" 

"I think they said they were off training, you know how those two are. Let's just go the 3 of us." Mina says.

"Yeah sure, those guys won't stop training for some reason, almost like they are trying to become captains!" Kazuha says 

"BBQ sounds so nice right now, I am starving after all that swimming I was just doing," Mina replies as she plays with her hair 

"It's settled then let's go and get some Japanese BBQ!" you scream and walk toward the restaurant with Zuha and Mina following you

Mina raises her eyebrow a little too and looks to Kazuha. 

"Was he always that fast?" She asks as you disappear in a powerful flash step, effortlessly.

"I know right? I always thought that I could keep up and maybe even have a chance at beating him but he must have been hiding his true speed," Zuha says as she tries to follow you. 

"That sneaky bastard I can't believe that he would hide this from us!" Mina says, she slowed down a little to let Kazuha keep up with her but she was a lot faster than her but not as fast as you.

"There you guys are, I've been waiting forever.." You tease. 

As you all get seated, you sit across from Kazuha and Mina both and prepare to feast.

"Don't act so cocky!" Mina says as she finishes ordering the food. Given that Mina and Kazuha used to be Japanese before they came to Soul Society, you decided not to interfere because they would know what tasted the best 

"So tell me, what have you guys been up to, we haven't met since basically the last day of the tests which was when we all graduated," Mina asks

"Not much on my end, just preparing for those tests.." You say, but you subtly reach under the table with your left hand and rub at Kazuha's foot.

Gasp Kazuha's sudden gasp alerts Mina 

"what happened? Is something wrong," Mina asks Zuha.

You shoot Kazuha another look but continue to rub at her foot. 

"Hey, I prepared for my exam alright, don't need to gasp and act so surprised," I say recovering quickly.

"yeah right given how long I have known you, you were probably lazing around and bothering Taeyeon Unnie instead of actually studying," Kazuha replies in retaliation. 

"That is so true, I wonder how poor Taeyeon Unnie deals with you, it must be so draining for her to be your caretaker," Mina replies.

You decide to get revenge by placing Kazuha's foot against your crotch. Your face sours a little at the mention of Taeyeon..which reminded you..there was someone you needed to visit after this.

Kazuha gives you a shocked look as she feels your dick growing on her feet, she didn't know what to do especially given that Mina was right next to her grilling the meat.

What you would give to have them both right now...both of them pleasuring you...both Kazuha and Mina's soft ballerina feet on your cock

fuck it would be absolute heaven to have those skilled feet working your cock and trying to make it cum, you thought as Zuha continued to grill the meat. 

You quickly finish up your BBQ meal and enjoy the conversation. 

"This was fun, but I've got to run and visit my aunt.." You say.

"Okay, see you around," Kazuha and Mina say in unison before both going their way.

You flash step to your aunt Yoona's. You were now very pent up.

"Hey, Y/N what are you doing here shouldn't you be at home with Taeyeon unnie? " She questions as she lets you into her house

You shake your head. 

"We got into a little spat, so I honestly need comfort right now..." You say, hugging Yoona, but rubbing at her back. She felt nice, a lovely woman, and like a second mother to you.

"Aww is that so baby! what did Unnie do to make you run away from home like this, "Yoona says as she also rubs the back of your head hoping to cool you down a little

You nod. 

"I-I tried to show Taeyeon how much she meant to me..how much I love her...but she rejected me...you wouldn't do that would you?" I say as I pull away from the hug and kiss her passionately.

Yoona is shocked at first but gives it and kisses you deeply. Eventually, both of you pull apart for air 

"I was not expecting that baby but if that is what you want then your auntie will indulge you pretty boy," Yoona says as she pulls you into another deep and passionate kiss, this time pushing her tongue into your mouth and exploring it

I then pull away. 

"I want to call you Mommy as well...I'm so pent up..mommy...can you make me feel better?" I say with lust.

"Aww does my little baby have a mommy kink?" Yoona teases 

"maybe..." you reply shy about finally admitting something that you haven't told anyone about. 

"you have to be honest with me baby, otherwise mommy can't make you feel better," Yoona says

"I do..especially when it's with a beautiful woman like you..." I say as I go into her kiss again, this time with my tongue.

you reach around Yoona and grab her ass with both your hands giving I a nice squeeze, this causes Yoona to moan into your mouth. 

"Someone is very excited to feel their mommy," Yoona says as she feels your hard cock poking her stomach through your clothes. 

"You're mine now, mommy...I've wanted you for a long time...and you know the clan rules...I need a harem to rebuild."

"I know the rules baby but would your mommy be okay with this, I am in fact her best friend so I will have to tell her about all this once we are finished," Yoona warns.

I smirk internally. 

"Why? It's my life...I'm an adult now, so are you. You want this right? You love me right? You'd make such a good mother to my children, our future children. Tell me...don't you want me to breed you?"

"Fuck, I would love nothing more than to be bred by you but I also don't want to destroy my relationship with your mommy Taeyeon so until you get her permission no breeding me but we can still take care of this," Yoona says as she rubs your clothed cock

You moan. 

"Footjob Mommy...that's what I want first..can you go sit in that chair and give me a hot footjob?"

"if that's what you want baby boy then that's what you shall get," Yoona says before sitting on the chair and you kneel in front of her and take off your clothes and let your hard cock free.

I grab her ankle and raise her right foot to my face, smelling it, and kiss her sole. She uses her other foot and rubs at my cock.

"such a hard cock and those balls look so full, I see that your mommy Taeyeon has been neglecting you quite a bit hasn't she," yoona says as she enjoys you worshipping her foot and your cock throbbing on her other foot. 

You pout and nod. 

"Yes...they are so full and need to be drained...I fucking love your feet, Mommy..." You say as you suck on her toes with pure hunger. Yoona grips your cock head with her toes.

"Aww is that so pretty boy let mommy make you cum all over her pretty feet," Yoona says as she plays with your hard cock.

Yoona follows what you ask and uses both her feet and grips your feet tight and hard pumping them with vigor. 

"Does that feel good baby?" Yoona asks

"Holy fuck...that feels so good..oh fuck Mommy...yeah your feet are so pretty...so strong..fuck it's so hot...I want to cum all over your feet!"

"Go on baby paint your mommy's pretty feet white with all your cum! Show me how much you are enjoying this" Yoona says.

I howl and my spiritual pressure flares up as I explode, unleashing a hot torrent of white cum all over her feet. 

"Oh fuck yes mommy..." I groan loudly.

"Oh wow that's a lot of cum, you must've been quite frustrated baby," Yoona says as she picks up your cum from her feet and licks it

"I was..so much.." You then flash step and pick her up, tossing her on her bed. 

"And now I need to fuck you mommy...fuck you so fucking hard.." You growl as your energy increases.

"oh is that so? I love your young enthusiasm such a needy boy, go on Show me, fuck me baby"  Yoona said. 

"yes Mommy I am going to fuck you hard so fucking hard that you won't be able to walk for the next week after we are done!" you said.

You smirk and subtly use a kido to call for a hidden hell butterfly. "Send to Taeyeon...tell her to come to Yoona's..."

"what are you doing pretty boy, leaving your pretty mommy like me waiting for your fat cock," Yoona moans as she plays with her drenched pussy

I smirk. 

"How bad do you want it, mommy? Your baby boy is all grown up now..and ready to own and ruin your fucking pussy.."

"I need it so fucking badly, my pussy is ready for that fat cock to stretch out my tight pussy," Yoona moans

I snarl and shove it all the way inside without more warning. 

"Holy fucking hell..you're so fucking tight, hot and wet.." I can't help but kiss her with my tongue.

"OH MY FUCKING GODD! That fat cock is stretching me out so fcking badly" Yoona moans! 

"Holy fuck this is amazing, you are so fucking deep inside me, I can feel it in my stomach," Yoona screams, her stomach bulging every time you push your cock deep into her

"Who owns this pussy now, mommy? Who fucking owns it?"

"You! You own my fucking, it belongs to you !"

I begin to thrust harshly, quickly, and powerfully inside her. Loving how her stomach bulged every time. 

"Tell me again..you don't want me to fucking breed you mommy? You don't want me to paint your walls white?"

"No no not without Taeyeon unnies permission! She will be livid!" Yoona manages to say as she is being pounded and destroyed

You had to time this right...hopefully, Taeyeon received your message and will be here soon…

"Oh my god this is just so perfect, I am going to go dumb with how hard you are fucking me! Keep going!" Yoona moans.

But you pull out and then choke her a little. 

"I will only keep going if I can dump my seed inside you, Mommy..." I growl.

"No anything but that baby! I told you anything but that please put it back in, it feels so empty without that huge cock inside my pussy" Yoona whines

"You said I own your pussy. If that's true...I'm going to cum inside of it whenever I want!" I hiss and plunge back inside her again, going even harder this time.

"Nggh fuckkk I want it so bad but we shouldn't, I can't do that to unnie she will kill me" Yoona moans

You pull out and increase your spiritual pressure. 

"If I can't cum inside you, then I'm not going to fuck you." I hiss.

"No no pleaseee just this once baby, mommy needs it so badly. Please baby don't stop it feels so fucking amazing!" Yoona groans

You push your cock near her pussy, but just the tip. 

"I cum inside. That's the deal." I say with lust.

" Please baby I want it so badly but I can't destroy my friendship" Yoona whines

You smirk, Yoona was too lustful to notice, but you could sense Taeyeon coming. 

You then plunge your cock inside her harshly and begin to fuck her with abandon. 

"Bakudo, Sai!" I say, paralyzing Yoona so you could just fuck her without resistance.

"Fuck Mommy your pussy is so tight and perfect, it's sucking in my cock like there is no tomorrow," you say

Yoona could barely comprehend what was happening....she couldn't think about how you used a level 1 binding spell on her. That shouldn't have been possible.

You sensed Taeyeon was close by so you needed to time this perfectly.

Yoona was completely unable to move and the pleasure was getting too much for her, her mind was blanking.

You smirk. 

"Perfect..oh I'm cumming mommy! I'm going to fucking cum in you!"

Yoona tried to struggle but she couldn't do anything, for some reason, the spell was too powerful completely immobilizing her

You explode a hot white torrent inside her, coating her walls. "Oh fuck Mommy...get bred...you're my whore now..." As you empty inside, right on cue, you feel the door open and a presence behind you.

Yoona was lost in pleasure her eyes rolling back at the feeling of your hot cum being dumped inside her filling her up to the brim

"What the hell is this?" A woman screams behind you and you smirk, turning around.

Yoona gets a glimpse of who it is and tries to move but the spell is preventing her from moving and even speaking up. 

"Oh you are here a lot faster than expected Mommy," You say as you slowly pull out of Yoona

[ramshacklerumble]

honestly one of the biggest questions i had in regards to vice housewarden deuce was: so is the hat a vice thing or a trey thing?

and once again consulting my lil circle of friends, i landed on it actually being a cater thing. trey’s whole thing is that he doesn’t like to stand out or be noticed so i thought it was funny that he just walked around with a hat when no one else did. the thought was cater was who suggested trey wore a hat so people could tell he’s was vice, trey objected, but in the very few bets trey has ever lost against cater he winds up wearing the hat.

deuce continues the legacy, believing the hat was just part of the uniform. he doesn’t realize this isn’t the case until the seniors drop back around when the sdc is back and trey has to break it to him. at that point tho, it’s already become a thing, and deuce continues to wear the hat.

that aside, the way deuce became vice was pretty simple. ace asked him to. in regular ace fashion though, he went: well, who ELSE was i gonna ask? it’s not like i gotta lotta options.

but we all know that even if he did, deuce would’ve been his choice anyway.

i mentioned in the tags of the previous post that deuce is constantly on ace’s ass over his housewarden duties— but unlike ruggie and jamil who ran around doing everything for their housewardens— deuce simply enforces. deuce holds him accountable. and this is generally what deuce does in the grand scheme of the dorm as well.

when ace gives an order, deuce ensures this is carried out and he’s rather good at it. it’s something i wanna explore more during his sophomore year as by the time he’s a junior i feel deuce is far more at peace with who he is and how he uses his past experiences, but because deuce is far more empathetic and willing to be more open with others, dorm members find themselves listening to deuce more than they do ace. (i have a trio of triplet ocs who only exclusively listen to deuce, even when riddle was still around, and it’s because deuce had come to accept his hotbloodedness and learned how to use it to connect with others.)

deuce is aware he doesn’t have the sharp wit ace does or the commanding presence riddle did, but his interpersonal skills are leagues beyond.

he’s more at ease with letting his more passionate side come out when he needs to put his foot down and he’s a fantastic motivator. while he might be second in command, i like the idea of junior year really honing his leadership skills that he eventually takes with him when he sets his sights on the arcane response unit. you can pry high ranking a.r.u officer!deuce from my cold dead hands :)

gently tagging @mundaneasphyxia since you asked so nicely lel this wasn’t going to be a subject i dwelled much on as it’s kinda just part of hashing out timelines for my ships and stuff but like hey if anyone else wants to ask bout anything they’re curious about regarding this go right ahead i guess

[tulipatheticee]

i've been waiting for you

violet bridgerton x youngest! daughter

bridgerton siblings x younger! sibling

synopsis; From the moment Edmund Bridgerton passed, leaving his wife widowed with eight children and one on the way, Violet found herself adrift until the arrival of Isadora, her youngest daughter. Isadora, quiet and calm, becomes Violet's constant companion in bustling Mayfair, offering solace and steadfast support at her mother's side.

word count; 1.3k

master list

a/n; i have arisen yet again, this is my first bridgerton fic so hello to the brigderton tag! i have archived all my old stuff because they are old and tbh the fandoms have died SO LET ME INTRODUCE MYSELF

my name is tulippa and im from sicily, im pretty confident in my english now but let me know if you see any errors! i mainly write fluffy family stuff like this, i love it idk. if you like this and want to see more like it let me know and ill provide for you! but its not like i wont write x reader romance cmon of course i will, but im best at parentxchild and siblings (PLATONIC ALWAYS DONT BE WEIRD) anyways i could go on and on but i wont, enjoy!!!

kinda proof read, kinda not, you've been warned

I'll carry you all the way

Violet Bridgerton had weathered many storms in her life, but none so devastating as the loss of her beloved husband, Edmund. His passing left her shattered, a widow with eight children to care for and another on the way. The pregnancy was fraught with complications, exacerbated by Violet's grief and the toll it took on her health.

Days turned into months as Violet withdrew into herself, mourning Edmund's absence even as life continued around her. Her family rallied, but Violet's sorrow was a heavy veil that separated her from them. It was during those long, solitary hours that she felt the weight of loneliness and the fear of losing both husband and child.

And you'll choose the day

The labour came unexpectedly, fierce and unforgiving. Violet's strength waned, her heart weary from loss and longing. The doctors and midwives worked tirelessly, their faces etched with concern. Hours passed like eternity until finally, a cry pierced the air—a fragile, yet determined cry that signalled new life.

Isadora was born amidst tears and relief, a tiny bundle of hope wrapped in Violet's trembling arms. The room, once fraught with fear, now glowed with a soft, golden light as mother and daughter gazed at each other for the first time. In that moment, everything seemed to still, and Violet knew she had been granted a miracle.

When you're prepared to greet me

She named her daughter Isadora, after the delicate Dahlia flower that Edmund had loved tending in their garden—a reminder of the beauty that bloomed even in the darkest of times.

As Isadora grew, she became Violet's constant companion, a beacon of joy and innocence in the Bridgerton household. Her older siblings doted on her, especially Anthony, Benedict, and Colin, who saw in her a reflection of their lost father's spirit. Isadora's laughter filled the halls of Bridgerton House and her curious mind sought solace in the quiet moments spent with her mother.

One afternoon, in the hushed serenity of the drawing room, Isadora sat at the pianoforte while Violet embroidered nearby. The soft melodies Isadora coaxed from the keys wove through the air, a testament to her growing talent and Violet's nurturing guidance.

"Does this sound right, Mama?" Isadora asked, her voice a melody in itself.

Violet looked up from her embroidery, a fond smile gracing her lips. "It sounds perfect, darling. You have a gift."

Isadora beamed with pride, her small hands continuing their dance over the keys. Despite her tender age, she played with a grace that belied her years, a testament to the bond she shared with her mother and the legacy of love that surrounded her.

I'll be a good mum, I swear

Anthony, Benedict, and Colin entered the room together, their voices low with shared memories and unspoken affection for their youngest sister. Anthony, ever the protective eldest brother, approached Isadora and knelt beside her.

"How are you today, Isa?" he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.

"I am well, Anthony," Isadora replied, her gaze never leaving the keys. "Mama teaches me a new piece every day."

"Is that so?" Benedict chimed in, leaning over to peer at the sheet music. "You are quite talented, little one."

"Indeed," Colin added with a smile. "Father would have been proud."

Violet's heart swelled with bittersweet emotion at the mention of Edmund. She had feared she might forget the sound of his voice or the warmth of his touch, but in Isadora, she found echoes of him that kept his memory alive.

You'll see how much I care

"Mama, are you well?" Isadora asked suddenly, sensing the shift in her mother's mood.

Violet blinked back tears, her hand reaching out to clasp Isadora's. "I am well, my love. I am with you, and that is enough."

Isadora nodded solemnly, her understanding far beyond her years. Together, they continued their afternoon ritual, finding solace in music and shared moments that bridged the gap between past sorrows and future joys.

When you meet me

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In the sunlit gardens of Bridgerton House, where the scent of roses mingled with the laughter of children, Isadora found herself in the company of her older sister, Hyacinth, and brother, Gregory. Despite their lively spirits, they adapted to Isadora's quieter demeanour, creating a harmony that transcended their differences.

You thrill me, you delight me

"Isa, look what I found!" Hyacinth exclaimed, holding a caterpillar in her small hands with excitement.

Isadora approached cautiously, her eyes widening with curiosity. "Oh, wow! What is it?"

Gregory, always eager to share his knowledge, chimed in, "It's a caterpillar, Isa! Hyacinth and I were just talking about how it turns into a butterfly."

Hyacinth nodded eagerly. "Yes, Isa! It's like magic! One day, it will have beautiful wings and fly everywhere!"

Isadora's face lit up with wonder. "That's amazing! Can I hold it?"

Hyacinth carefully passed the caterpillar to Isadora, who watched it crawl across her palm with fascination. Gregory leaned in, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. "Let's play tag, Isa! You're it!"

You please me, you excite me

Isadora giggled as Gregory darted away, Hyacinth joining in the chase. "Catch us if you can, Isa!"

Isadora laughed, her heart light as she chased after her siblings through the garden paths, their laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves and the gentle hum of bees. Despite their differences in temperament, they found joy in each other's company, weaving memories that would last a lifetime.

You're all that

I've been yearning for

— —- —- —- —-

In the quiet of evening, as the Bridgerton family gathered for supper, Isadora remained close to Violet's side. Gregory and Hyacinth, full of youthful exuberance, regaled their siblings with tales of mischief and adventure, and how Isadora won tag earlier in the afternoon. The three eldest Brigderton men shared the lovely pianoforte they witnessed Isadora performing in the morning and spoke of how she is progressing very, while Eloise, Francesca, and Daphne shared knowing glances over the table.

I love you, I adore you

"Isa, do you have to be better than us at everything?" Eloise teased playfully, nudging Isadora with her elbow.

Isadora looked up, a hint of confusing in her eyes, she went to speak before Violet interjected “ "Eloise is just being foolish, darling, she means well”

Isadora quickly understood and replied "I only wish to be like everyone else Eloise, you are so clever, and Francesca is so graceful, and Daphne—"

"—is the epitome of charm," Francesca finished with a smile, her gaze softening as she looked at her youngest sister.

I lay my life before you

Daphne reached across the table to tousle Isadora's hair gently. "You are quite the storyteller yourself, Isa. Perhaps one day you'll write tales that surpass even Eloise's wild adventures."

Isadora's face lit up with delight at the praise from her sisters. "Do you really think so, Daphne?"

"Absolutely," Daphne assured her. "You have a way with words and a heart as big as all of Mayfair."

I only want you more and more

Violet watched the exchange with a tender smile, her heart swelling with pride at the bond between her daughters. Despite the challenges they had faced as a family, moments like these reminded her of the joy that filled their lives.

And finally it seems

My lonely days are through

Later that night, as Isadora drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the love of her siblings, Violet tucked her in with a sense of peace. The Bridgertons, each unique in their strengths and passions, formed a tapestry of love and support that would guide Isadora through the years ahead.

I've been waiting for you

"You are so loved, Isadora," Violet whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her daughter's forehead. "Never doubt that."

Isadora stirred, a contented smile playing on her lips. 

I've been waiting…

And as Violet watched over her sleeping daughter, she knew that the bonds of siblinghood, and the enduring love of family would carry Isadora through any storm that life might bring.

…For you

pt2

a/n pt2; thats it guys :( i actually had so much fun writing this and if you want anymore of violet and isa or any of the siblings with isa let me know because i'd love for this to become a little oneshot series typa thing! your feedback is greatly appreciated <3

all my love!

~tulippa

[neil-kinnie]

rough lil essay on why i think canon charlie would be an english teacher!

i think charlie had a stronger bond with mr. keating than people tend to realize. like when the boys first met keating and he was mocking pritchard, you can see charlie's eyes kinda light up and he's thinking "ok this guy's actually cool". keating became a huge guiding light for all of the boys, but imo especially charlie, i think in general he really looked up to keating, especially because both of them were seen as troublemakers in school.

charlie was also already really angry at cameron for betraying them, but what really pushed him over the edge was when cam blamed keating for neil's death. because he understood that what keating really did was help neil live for the first time in his life.

when keating was fired and charlie was expelled, i like to imagine that charlie wouldn't have given up on neil and keating's legacy of "seizing the day". he's already disappointed his parents, so he stops pursuing the career they wanted for him. instead, he decides to become an english teacher to carry on keating's work and try to inspire future generations, hopefully with a better outcome.

[ruins-of-babylon]

Legacy

Mattheo Riddle x reader angst & smut

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♥︎

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎：after your traitorous brother runs away, abandoning his carefully placed destiny, you are forced to take his place, abandoning any and all plans you had for your future.

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈：blood, main character gets cut, kinda psychopath main character at the end, fem pronouns, some smut, arranged marriage, kinda mean!mattheo, mentions of drugs and alcohol, mentions of self harm, you have a brother, let me know if I missed anything!

𝒩ℴ𝓉ℯ：how I felt writing, “it hung over your head like a halo, but it was nowhere close to holy.” : 😈

⚠︎︎⚠︎︎this fic is pretty dark. MDNI❗️⚠︎︎⚠︎︎

Your fate had been decided when you were 5 years old. It hung over your head like a halo, but it was nowhere close to holy. It was placed by your father, who was among the many servants of Voldemort, which made your role very important. You were not here for yourself, you were brought into this world for one purpose only. When he sat you down and told you this, it was hard to comprehend, your 5 year old brain not quite wrapping around the concept, but it became more and more real as you grew older. It went as followed: You would grow up, and at 20 years old you would marry the dark lord’s son, Mattheo Riddle. It would add power and influence to your family name. Your older brother, Alexander, would carry the family business along with the new generation, that ‘business’ would be working as the right hand man to the dark lord, his own private assassin. It was all set in stone, an unwavering commitment.

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The first time you met your future husband was on the first day of your first year. He was gentler then, a mischievous but likable boy, before he turned bitter. He recognized you, having also being told his decided fate since day one, and came up to you. While you expected a handshake, maybe a hug, he instead pushed you to the hard ground before running away. The concrete dug into your soft skin, tearing your skin mercilessly. Your knees, palms, and elbows took the most damage, but his apparent dislike of you almost hurt more. You avoided him as much as possible, knowing you and him had an inevitable lifetime to spend with each other when you graduated. That, however, was hard, since you were both in the same house and had many classes together.

As the time passed, your disdain for him only grew. As he got older, his physical bullying turned to mental and emotional, plus he had earned himself the reputation as a manwhore, his ego growing too large for your liking. He was cocky, arrogant, irrational, and just a fucking dick. His attractiveness only made everything worse. You were conflicted; he clearly wasn’t attracted to you, from what you could tell, and you realized he would be a terrible husband. But god, was he handsome.

One night, you were hanging out with your friend group, which just so happened to contain Mattheo, at this moment. No one could tell where he was or would be at any given time. You all had gathered in a circle, playing truth or dare. Theodore Nott, being the annoying prick he was, picked Mattheo. He chose truth.

Theo’s exact words, “Are you happy to marry (Y/n)?” You all held your breath, his question echoed around the room as all the side conversations went silent. Everyone wondered the same question, but no one was brave enough to ask. Anticipation hung in the air, and you had a bad feeling he was going to say no.

“Not at all. I’d rather be with anyone else, but I have to be stuck with her, of all fucking people.” He said, looking at Theo as he spoke your worst fear. He made eye contact with you before continuing, “You’re the reason I’m miserable, you’ve ruined my life.” You held eye contact with him, an evil smile on his face, trying to maintain a stoic expression on your own. Your heart tensed, feeling heavy in your chest. You broke eye contact with him and stood up, waking away as calmly as you could. No one tried to stop you, or call out your name to come back. They all watched you as your feet carried you back to your room faithfully. Your vision swirled as tears brimmed in your eyes, but you wouldn’t let them fall until you were out of sight. A shaky breath of relief exited your lungs as you shut the door behind you, locking it and holding yourself as you let your body slide down to the floor against the door. The tears finally fell, a seemingly endless stream of them flowing down your cheeks, past your chin, settling on your lips. After what felt like hours, you stood up and walked towards your desk. You opened the top drawer and sorted around the various distractions you kept for moments just like these. To stay numb, you kept a small selection of drugs, small blades, a lighter and pack of cigarettes, and a few small bottles of various alcohol. You decided on a bag of fine white powder and a cigarette.

Later that night there was a knock at your door, as there usually was. You didn’t feel like opening it, satisfied to stay sitting on the windowsill blowing smoke into the night sky. But, unfortunately for you, you forgot to lock the door. As the door swung open, you didn’t even turn to look at him, already knowing who he was.

You blew out the smoke from your lungs. “What do you want?” You could hear his footsteps getting closer to you, but you still couldn’t find the energy to turn your head and look at him. His cold hand gently placed itself on your shoulder, turning you around to face him. You stared into his eyes, which looked like deep pools of honey if the sun shines just right. Now, in the darkness, they almost looked black, a probable reflection of his soul.

He held your gaze, an almost sorry look in his eyes. “You know what I say isn’t true, right?” He asks in a whisper. You nod, taking another drag of the cigarette between your fingers, looking back outside the window. His sighed, not content with your response. He took the cigarette from your hand and put it out on the ashtray next to you on the window. “Let me make it up to you.” He proposed, waiting for you to say yes.

A small smile graced your lips, “You better.” He laughed softly before picking you up and walking you towards your bed. He gently laid you down, your back on the soft mattress, taking off your clothes and throwing them down on the floor. His kisses started on your neck, your soft whines fueling his desire to please you. He moved down your body inch by inch, slowly placing his lips over your body, your collarbones, chest, breasts, torso, hips, and thighs receiving equal attention from him. He laid between your legs, slowly dragging a finger through your folds.

“My pretty girl, so wet for me.” He said, gathering some of your wetness on his fingertip before bringing it to your clit, keeping it still. Your body jolted at the stimulation, moaning for him to just move, do something. He quietly laughed at your desperation, finally moving his finger in small circles around your little bundle of nerves. “I love this perfect pussy so much.” You jumped at his actions, a whiny groan slipping past your lips. Taking his finger away from your clit, he brought it down to your entrance, slowly pushing it in as your inner walls gladly sucked him in. You grumbled at the loss of attention on your puffy clit before he replaced his finger with his mouth. He started with soft licks with the tip of his tongue, letting you relax into him, before he harshly sucked on your pearl, wrapping his lips around it. You nearly screamed from how good it felt, your legs moving around, switching between squeezing his head and opening wider, the stimulation almost too much. He laughed against you, sending delicious vibrations to your core before taking his finger out of you and pushing your legs apart. You moaned his name along with curses over and over again, almost sounding like you were worshipping him. How could you not when he made you feel so good? He switched between harsh sucks, gentle licks, and grazing his teeth against your sensitive clit, every now and then teasing your hole by pushing his tongue into it. It took almost no time before you were cumming against his mouth, breathing heavily as he drank up every last drop of your release. As you came down from your high, he pulled his body up until he was hovering right above you. His lips met yours with so much passion, so much love, you could almost believe he felt even a fraction of what you felt for him. After a moment, he pulled away.

“You’re so fucking good at that.” You told him breathlessly, savoring his chuckle. Oh how you wished he would love you. A silence settled between you, whether it was comfortable to awkward, you couldn’t tell. You just stared at each other, and you would have given anything to know what he was thinking about.

That was 2 weeks before your life would change, for better or for worse, you would find out. It was also the last time you would let him hurt you with his words. This change would start with an unexpected letter from your father:

（𝒴／𝓃）， ℐ𝓃 𝒶𝓃 𝓊𝓃ℯ𝓍𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒶𝒷𝓁ℯ 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 ℴ𝒻 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓈，𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℴ𝓁𝒹ℯ𝓇 𝒷𝓇ℴ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇，𝒜𝓁ℯ𝓍𝒶𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇，𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓇𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎．ℐ 𝓈𝓊𝓁𝓁ℴ𝓈ℯ𝒹 𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓉ℴ 𝓈ℯ𝓇𝓋ℯ ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℒℴ𝓇𝒹，𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈ℯ𝓇𝓋𝒿𝒸ℯ 𝓌ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓂ℴ𝓈𝓉 ℯ𝓍𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒶 𝓎ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝓃ℴ𝓌．ℋℯ 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓊𝒻𝒻ℯ𝓇 𝒶 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝓈ℯ 𝒻𝒶𝓉ℯ，ℐ 𝒻ℯ𝒶𝓇．ℱℴ𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓃𝒶𝓉ℯ𝓁𝓎 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓎ℴ𝓊，𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝑔ℯ𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋𝓁ℯ𝒹𝑔ℯ ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸ℯ．𝒜𝓈 𝓈ℴℴ𝓃 𝒶𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒹𝓊𝒶𝓉ℯ 𝓁𝒶𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝓉𝒷𝒿𝓈 𝓎ℯ𝒶𝓇，𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑔ℴ 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℴ𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ℴ𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓂ℯ𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝓇ℴ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇，𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇ℯ𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸ℯ 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓈ℴ𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃 𝒻ℴ𝓇 ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒢ℴℴ𝒹 ℒℴ𝓇𝒹．𝒫𝓇ℯ𝓅𝒶𝓇ℯ．

－ℱ𝒶𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇

At first, it didn’t feel real. This had to have been some kind of joke, right? Alexander was so excited to take on his role, or so it seemed. As reality settled in, you started to distance yourself from everyone. You blew off your friends, preferring to stay in your dorm and wallow in self pity. It wasn’t fair. Your brother had his fate, you had yours. It was set in stone. You had almost looked forward to it at times. But not anymore. You had to suppress your emotions, adapt to this new world. You would train to become an assassin for the Dark Lord, you would destroy what you loved, everything you touched would break. For this, you had to sacrifice your feelings, tears, and longing for a life you could no longer have. You counted down the days until graduation, the time in between was hell. You left all your friends, replacing them with drugs. The time seemed to tick by slower and slower, like staring at a clock’s hands tick tick tick as they seemed to hesitate to go where you wanted.

A soft knock sounded from you door, and you had a sneaking suspicion of who it was. You didn’t know why he even bothered knocking. You never opened the door for him, nor anyone as of late. As the door slowly opened and his frame emerged from it, looking around for you. His eyes landed on your desk, slowly walking towards you to investigate. You slowly blinked at him as he watched you, clearly intoxicated. The evidence sat right behind you, the little white pills contrasting with the dark wood of your desk.

“Oh, angel,” he whispered, placing his hand on the back of your head and stroking your hair as you stared up at him. “Why?”

He was surprised when you laughed. It was mocking, cold. You didn’t feel anything for him anymore. You couldn’t. “Why are you here?” You asked him, clumsily pulling his hand from your head. Everything felt fuzzy, and you couldn’t stop chasing the feeling.

“Just wanted to check on you. You haven’t been coming to meals and your friends said you dropped them.” He answered, a seemingly genuine look of concern in his eyes.

“Haven’t you heard?” You asked him, referring to your cancelled marriage and your new role to fill.

“Heard what?” He was confused, his brows furrowed together as he anticipated your answer. You laughed again, thinking he must be joking.

“Your daddy didn’t tell you? My brother ran away so I have to take his place. And our arranged marriage is cancelled.” You state. You laugh again, everything seems so funny. Now he looks even more confused. Shock, horror, and despair run through his features as he takes it all in. Then he laughs, a nervous-sounding forced laugh.

“You finally get what you want. Lucky you.” You add, bitterly. Now, he’s silent. As you stare at his face, a sudden rage floods your veins. You stand up, facing him, and push him, your hands pressing against his muscular chest. Again, again, and again, you push him until he’s standing before your door, letting you move him. As you move to push him one final time out of your dorm, he stops moving at your will.

“Wait,” he starts. “I-.”

You interrupt him. “GET OUT!” You scream at him, balling your hands into fists and beating his chest as hard as you can, but he doesn’t seem to feel it. A cold bucket of water seems to fall on your head, everything you’ve bottled for the past weeks suddenly bursting from its cage. Tears flow freely down your face, you finally stop hitting and screaming at him, placing your palms flat on his chest and resting your head between your hands, crying into him. He gently strokes your back, holding you against him. He rests his cheek on the top of your head, comforting you.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he says. “Let it all out.” He’s so gentle, holding you, speaking comforting words, trying to make you feel better. This might be the only time you’ve ever felt truly safe and loved, and that scares you. Just as you feel the warmth in your chest, you push him away one final time, so the cold can settle in again. You slam the door and lock it, sliding down it onto the floor as he bangs against it a few times.

”Please, baby, let me in.” He says, you can tell he’s right outside. You’re tempted to open it, let him in, let him hold you and make you feel loved for the last time. But as your hand hesitantly reaches up, you stop it. It will hurt more if you let him again. The tears still fall, an added weight on your shoulders. You slowly crawl from the door to your bed, exhaustedly tucking yourself in, curling into a ball as he continues to try to convince you to open the door from the outside.

❀❀❀❀

How did I get here? You wonder as you stood before the dark lord himself, his son standing a little farther behind him. Your father’s instructions had been rather clear: tell him what he wants to hear, don’t talk back, be respectful. You fidget with your fingers behind your back, subtly wiping your sweaty palms against your pants. Your heart was beating fast inside your chest, your head pounding.

“It was such a shame that your brother ran away. Now you must take his place, revise any plans you thought you had for a life you never imagined.” He said, walking in tight circles around you. You stared at the floor in front of you.

“He made his decision, however selfish it was. The show must go on.” You curtly replied, a tone in your voice that you didn’t intend. You brought your hands back to your sides, pressing your palms to the sides of your thighs, brushing the fabric of your pants. You could feel his presence behind you, radiating a cold sort of energy that contrasted with the hot room.

“Yes, you are correct. I must inform you that your first assignment will be to hunt him down and kill him. Will that be a problem?” He asked, now standing a foot away from you to your left. You had suspected something like this.

“Not at all. My duty will always come before emotion.” You answered, hoping that would satisfy him. You still looked down, following a crack on the concrete floor with your eyes. You could feel your palms sweating again.

“Good answer, my dear.” He said, now standing directly in front of you. You brought your eyes up to meet his. “There’s one last thing I will do, then you’re official.” He finished. Mattheo stayed completely still, not a single word from him as he stood watching you. So much hung between you, there were so many emotions, words, and tension you wanted to share, say, and break.

“Anything.” You calmly replied, ready to face whatever he had for you. From his robes he pulled a dagger with a jagged blade, spurring your curiosity. As he reached for your right hand, he pulled it towards himself, facing your palm upwards. He inspected the dark mark inked on your wrist before bringing his attention back to whatever he was doing. You held your breath, waiting for him to place the knife in your hand. Several seconds passed as the both of you just stood there, his cold hand grasping your wrist as you nearly shook from anticipation. He briskly pulled his hand up, and as you stared at your reflection, you felt a wave of some emotion you couldn’t name flood your bones. As you began to prepare to be pierced by his blade, he instead rested it in your hand. Just as you breathe your sigh of relief, he rotates the blade slightly and slices right through your palm, a deep and forceful cut. The blade must have been very sharp; It seemed to glide through your skin with little effort. The pain hits you all at once, a stinging sensation emitted from the wound. You gasp, sucking in a sharp breath, and bite your lip hard enough to pierce the delicate skin, now bleeding.

Blood poured from the wound like a fountain as you took it all in. All the pain, all the feeling, all the blood, flowing down your wrist and soaking the ground below you. You couldn’t close your eyes. That was the moment you knew this would suit you. The sight of your blood flowing from you satisfied an itch deep inside. You craved it, again and again, ready to devote your life to the craft assigned to you by cruel karma, god, the universe, or whatever you want to call it. Although, it was right. This is what you were born for. This is what you will die for. In fate’s eyes, you watch yourself. ‘This is me.’ Is all your reflection seems to say.

This is me.

𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷

Hello lovelies! I hope you enjoyed. I’m thinking of doing a part two about Mattheo’s POV, so let me know if you’d like that! <3

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RAT SONS AU

in which Master Splinter is a wise and silly old tortoise, and father of four skittering, chaotic, ninja rat children. <3

(inspired by that one background moment of the 03 series! 🐢🐀🐀🐀🐀)

there will be lots of similar plot points as the 03 series (like 'tales of leo' and 'good genes' etc etc) but there are also a lot of fundamental changes in the foundation of things too — like the guardians and ninja tribunal and the hamato family line etc etc. content wise tbh its probably mostly just gonna be snapshots of random moments throughout the boys lives, but i do kinda have some plot concepts? so we'll see 👀

(embarrassingly long) introduction under the cut if u'd like to read!

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Years ago, Oroku Saki defeated Hamato Tang Shen in battle, and finally brought an end to the family that would deny him his power. He ordered her homestead be razed to the ground, and all mystic artifacts to be delivered to him. Particularly, the Hamato’s prized pet tortoise, which was rumored to be itself a conduit for the family’s legendary mystic abilities. With the creature in his possession, along with the new rapid-enhancement chemical he commissioned from laboratory familiar with mystic properties in New York — at last, he would be granted his godhood, and guarantee the legacy of his fathers clan. The Hamatos could deny him no longer. He had won.

Or he would have, had the fools at the lab not ruined everything, the precious mutagen spilling all over the tortoises crate and the fool handlers who carried it. The contaminated men morphed into horrific, animalistic monsters, attacking the scientists and wrecking the laboratory itself. And, most crucially, in the ensuing madness, the crate which contained the tortoise, his last possible connection to the Hamato’s power, lay shattered, and empty…

Meanwhile, Hamato “Splinter” Yoshi, who until this point had quite enjoyed his extended existence as a simple tortoise and family pet, found himself fleeing the eyes and hands of the man who killed his human family, and the lab that granted him this new shift in consciousness, to instead face the terrifying chaos of the streets and alleys of NYC. His transformation into something more bipedal had hurt considerably and left him aching and disoriented, but still he could not pause. He could not falter. Not until he found somewhere safe to hide himself and the four squirming, impossibly small rat-pups in his arms. He hoped the chemical that washed over them had not warped and hurt their young bones as it had his own. He hoped he could find somewhere safe to care for them. He hoped they could survive the night without their mother. He hoped, he prayed he could protect these precious, squeaking, peach-fuzzed ruminants of his family. He did not think he could survive any more loss.

For now, he would do what he could, and slip into the shadows of this city. Having lived so long among ninjas had its benefits there, at least.

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I got curious so I kinda

Total number of wishes made per season:

Pilot Episodes: 0

Rise of the snakes: 3

Legacy of the Green Ninja: 6

Rebooted: 0

Tournament of Elements: 6

Possession: 3

Skybound: 45

Day of the Departed: 0

The Hands of Time: 7

Sons of Garmadon: 1

Hunted: 0

March of the Oni: 1

Secrets of the Forbidden Spinjitzu: 7

Prime Empire: 0

Master of the Mountain: 3

The Island: 0

Seabound: 1

Crystalized: 6

Dragons Rising s1: 7

Total wishes: 96

In this doc, the seasons are colour coded, I made a "Wishes per Character" list, the rules and guidelines I set for myself are laid out, and there's more interesting and specific graphs.

More specific lists below (Who said it, how it was said, and what episode it was said in).

Rise of the snakes

(Snakebit) Wu: I wish.

(Once Bitten, Twice Shy) Cole: I wish I had a sister like you.

(All of Nothing) Kai: Ugh. I wish I could see me now, because you all just got Kai'd.

Legacy of the Green Ninja

(Pirates vs Ninja) Garmadon:  I wish they were here to show these scaly idiots how it's done.

(Double Trouble) Garmadon: Ninja, today I wish for you to finally meet your match.

(Ninjaball Run) Ed: Oh, we're fine, son. Just wish I could say the same for the old jalopy.

(Ninjaball Run) Garmadon: I wish to rip open Ninjago and make an insurmountable obstacle that they can never surpass!

(Child's Play) Garmadon: I wish to create the power to make you young.

(Wrong Place, Wrong Time) Garmadon: I wish I could go back in time, and make it so the ninja were never formed in the first place!

Tournament of Elements

(Only One Can Remain) Karlof: Karlof wish he never sign up for this. 

(Versus) Neuro: I wish I could've done more.

(Spy for a Spy) Karlof: Karlof wish he had friend like that.

(The Day of the Dragon) Karlof: Karlof wish he could do that.

(The Greatest Fear of All) Skylor: I wish I still had the power to change.

(The Corridor of Elders) Kai: I wish I could say we're not facing an army unlike we've ever seen, but we have, and we know what they're capable of.

Possession

(Ghost Story) Jay: Uh, I wish Lloyd was here for that.

(The Crooked Path) Ronin: I wish it never had to come to this.

(Grave Danger Jay: Oh, I wish we had the Sword right about now.

Skybound

(Infamous) Nya: Aw, I wish we could, but duty calls.

(Infamous) Clouse: I wish for my Book of Spells.

(Infamous) Clouse: I wish...I wish to become mortal again.

(Infamous) Nadakhan: I wish it could be over soon, but right now, you're probably thinking about your last wish.

(Infamous) Clouse: I-I wish it all to go away!

(Public Enemy Number One) Misako: I wish to speak to someone in charge!

(Public Enemy Number One) Misako: I wish I hadn't said anything in the first place!

(Misfortune Rising) Clancee: I really wish he'd warn us when he did that.

(Misfortune Rising) Jay: I wish I never saw my future.

(Misfortune Rising) Jay: Then I wish...I wish I wasn't born in a junkyard.

(Misfortune Rising) Jay: I wish I wasn't poor anymore and could give Nya everything she wants.

(Misfortune Rising) Nadakhan: I wish.

(Misfortune Rising) Jay: I just wish I wasn't alone with you.

(Misfortune Rising) Lloyd: I wish Wu were here to guide us.

(Misfortune Rising) Kai: The only thing I wish is for you to take me back.

(Misfortune Rising) Kai: I wish you could take me back

(Misfortune Rising) Kai: I wish for all of it to go away!

(On a Wish and a Prayer) Zane: For my first wish, I wish that you'll not twist my words, nor find a loophole, but understand the true intentions of the words that I speak, and carry out your will as I've thoroughly instructed.

(On a Wish and a Prayer) Zane: I wish...I wish for it all to go away! 

(On a Wish and a Prayer) Flintlocke: We're acquiring so much land, I wish we had more hands.

(Wishmasters) Dareth: I wish I could tell you the mission is gonna be simple. It's not.

(Wishmasters) Cole: I wish Vengestone didn't stop our powers, but made them stronger.

(Wishmasters) Nya: I wish someone told me we were gonna use wishes!

(Wishmasters) Lloyd: I wish you were a lousy shot!

(Wishmasters) Cole: I wish he didn't have that sword.

(Wishmasters) Lloyd: I wish I was wise like Wu.

(Wishmasters) Cole: I wish us all out of here.

(Wishmasters) Nya: I really wish you hadn't said that, Cole.

(Wishmasters) Nya: Then I wish those clouds would stop us!

(Wishmasters) Lloyd: I wish for a sword!

(Wishmasters) Clancee: I-I wish them away!

(The Last Resort) Clancee: Oh, I wish...I wish...I wish I could see where she is right now.

(The Last Resort) Nya: I just wish I had a say in it.

(The Last Resort) Nya: And I wish we didn't have a lovestruck Djinn chasing us to the ends of Ninjago.

(Operation Land Ho!) Jay: I wish Nadakhan wasn't a Djinn! I wish Nadakhan wasn't a Djinn!

(The Way Back) Nadakhan: I wish you wouldn't say that!

(The Way Back) Nadakhan: I wish to deal with you later.

(The Way Back) Nadakhan: I wish I had those odds.

(The Way Back) Nadakhan: I wish the swords away.

(The Way Back) Clancee: I wish you'd listen to me for once!

(The Way Back) Nadakhan: I wish...for my love to return.

(The Way Back) Nadakhan: I wish you gone!

(The Way Back) Nadakhan: I wish you still! (directed at Zane)

(The Way Back) Nadakhan: I wish you still. (directed at Lloyd)

(The Way Back) Jay: I wish you had taken my hand.

The Hands of Time

(The Hands of Time) Acronix: Oh, how I wish my brother were here to see this.

(The Hands of Time) Nya: Sometimes I wish I was still Samurai X instead of a ninja.

(The Hatching) Jay: Kinda wish we hadn't busted him.

(A Time of Traitors) Kai: I wish I could ask you what this is.

(A Time of Traitors) Kai: Actually, I wish I could ask you anything.

(A Time of Traitors) Jay: Wish we had the rest of the team here to help.

(Secrets Discovered) Misako: I wish Wu could have seen this.

Sons of Garmadon

(The Jade Princess) Lloyd: I wish I knew. 

March of the Oni

(The Darkness Comes) Pixal: I wish the others could see this.

Secrets of the Forbidden Spinjitzu

(Questing for Quests) Cole: I wish I understood what you just said, but I don't.

(Never Trust a Human) Aspheera: I wish to hear you say the words.

(Under Siege) Jay: Oh, I wish Lloyd and the others were here.

(Fire Maker) Kai: I just wish I still had my powers.

(Fire Maker) Kai: I just wish there was something I could do.

(Krag's Lament) Jay: I wish Kai was here.

(A Fragile Hope) Kataru: I wish I could give you some hope, but there is none in this place.

Master of the Mountain

(The Worst Rescue Ever) Vania: I wish I could go with you.

(Queen of the Munce) Murtessa: I wish you to be my king, for even though you have tiny arms and ugly human face, you have a stout heart and are a mighty warrior!

(The Son of Lilly) Vania: I wish you could stay.

Seabound

(Nyad) Nya: I wish we had more time, but we never seem to get a break.

Crystalized

(A Painful Promise) Aspheera: Wish I could help, but your ninja never came back.

(The Benefit of Grief) Dareth: I wish I were a Nindroid.

(The Benefit of Grief) Sally: I wish I could turn off my emotion meter.

(Christofern) Garmadon: I wish to understand it better.

(Christofern) Garmadon: I wish to see if there is any goodness in me.

(An Issue of Trust) Nya: I just wish we had better news.

Dragons Rising s1

(Beyond Madness) Lloyd: I only wish Master Wu was here to properly train them.

(Return to Imperium) Sora: I wish I was anywhere but here.

(The Last Djinn) Sora: I wish for you to help us kick these Howlers in their butts!

(The Last Djinn) Nya: I wish for the Howlers to be gone!

(The Call it Doom) Nya: I wish we could locate the missing Dragon Energy Core.

(Land of Lost Things) Sora: I wish I was.

(Land of Lost Things) Sora: I wish I didn't remember mine.