#it's some big metal forge place idk

[cantankerouscatfish]

being needlessly rude to my brother while he was having trouble repairing a crane.

[iamthecomet]

comet, today im thinking about how in general ghost fanon, there's a place for the water ghouls (the lake), and the garden/greenhouse for earth ghouls, and the infirmary for quintessence ghouls

perhaps an argument could be made that the air ghouls love the roof

but there doesn't seem to be a place for fire ghouls

i think dewdrop deserves a forge

he would probably have a coal forge rather than a gas forge and i think he wouldn't need tongs to hold onto the steel bc he can handle extreme heat

but i think it could be extremely zen for him to have a place to just go and let some steam off and hit hot metal while he thinks

he likes the solitude, the rhythm he can get into, hearing the anvil sing when he hits the metal just right, being able to tell intrinsically when the forge needs to be fed, when the metal is the perfect temperature

he loves how malleable the steel is, how just a few taps of the hammer in the correct spots can shape it so drastically

i think perhaps he has made something for each of the ghouls

it took him a long time to warm up to phantom, but after tour, dew disappeared out to the forge for a couple days and returned with a little knife with a bat wing hilt to present to him

idk maybe this is projection bc i too love hitting hot metal but i really think dewdrop needs a forge

also bonus: the other ghouls love when he comes back from the forge all sweaty and smelling like hot metal, coal dust flecking his skin

9 times out of 10, someone is jumping his bones before he makes it to a shower to clean off

-🐌

i keep forgetting to sign these oops

WAIT WAIT WAIT Oh no. The way my jaw dropped as I read this. BLACKSMITH DEW? Why have I never thought of blacksmith Dew? Your BRAIN IS HUGE. He absolutely has made something for everyone. In some cases, several somethings. I think it's a great place for his brain to turn off. For him to let some frustration out. I also think he likes how surprised people are when he tells them about it the first time. That little ghoul? A blacksmith? Aren't all blacksmiths big and giant and strong? Dew loves to thwart expectations. He also really loves making pretty things for people he loves. Now you've got me thinking about what kinds of things he's made for his pack mates (throwing knives for Aurora, much to everyone else's dismay).

[pumpkinpot]

BG3 X farmers market booths

farmers market season is upon us and I am an avid faire/con/market goer. I loved the entire side quest in BG3 involving the traveling circus, and it got me thinking.... What kind of booth or show would each of the bg3 companions have?

There is only a few ways I could see the troupe actually agreeing to participate one is they are really low on funds and the other is an investigation. either works for these ideas.

Roland: He mentions that he has a big interest in making magical education more accessible to the masses so I feel that that would be a bit part of his booth. you know those booths at farmers markets that all sell secondhand books on rolling carts? I feel like that's the vibe. He has posters for magical workshops being hosted at Razmith and cozy chairs for people to sit around under and umbrella and read for a while.

Karalach/ Dammon: they decided to put their skills together and forge artisanal cloak pins and other fineries. its really helpful having someone who can heat the metals so quickly so dammon can craft quicker. Its not long that they have to eventually raise their prices because everyone at the faire wants one of their hair pins or spoon rings.

Astarion/ Scratch: He was offered a place in the kissing booth that he immediately turned down. Of course, his alternative idea was a blood drive. cheeky bastard. in the end he settled for animal handler. Believe it or not, once he no longer had to rely on animals as his food source he found he was quite good with them. He got the idea from constantly having to repair scratches ball, so he decided, with some help from Halsin, to make toys that cannot be destroyed no matter how tuff your pet. He also sells bandanas with tracking spells woven into them and treats that let your dog speak for an hour or two. Him and scratch make an adorable team, people commenting consistently on their matching hair and bandanas. He sells the most of anyone at the fair, followed closely by Halsin.

Halsin: Mans forgot that yall are here to make money. He decided make a booth for pollination education. He has a lepidopterarium for people who want to hold butterflies while he tells them the importance of local wildflowers. Everyone that visits the booth gets a seed bomb. when he was told he actually needed to sell something he settled on honey he harvested. He has to ask you what people mean when they say he's of "beekeeping age," and what "forest daddy" means.

Gale: Idk where this came from really, but I feel like he has a candle booth. but enchanted candles. hear me out. "this candle smells like the first warm day of the year, when the sun touches your skin for the first time in months," o, "this candles you can poor on your skin to heal a pulled muscle or burn," or "this candle influences your dreams and takes you where you want to go."

Blurg/Omeluum: Naturally, they have a mushroom booth. But not just mushrooms. Burg took one culinary class and decided he needed to open a food truck, but everything was mushrooms. fried mushroom poppers, mushroom tacos, balsamic mushroom skewers.. Omeluum is just happy to be able to be in public now with its partner.

My Tav (October): The plan to have a spider booth was shot down pretty quickly, so there needed to be a compromise. October decided to have a crochet booth with tons of different projects like blankets, stuffed animals, cowls etc. but they were all made by spiders. Pino was the only one present for the market and a few people wanted to hold her, though most moved along upon hearing the labour practices of Octs products.

Authors Note: I would love to write a second part to this, I just don't have the spoons at this moment. If you have anything else you'd like to see let me know!

Link to Master list (I do not have a gaming masterlist yet. Hopefully more to come!)

[bepisbee]

ive seen a lot of four forge blacksmith stuff so heres a silly little thingy

shadows part dragon (and lives) (i am not a blacksmith and have limited knowledge so if i’m wrong please don't hate me pretend its magic idk) they/them for four as a four because they’re a group but not meant to be a system dynamic, it's more magic like gem fusion and they’re all like there. vidow romantic, the other colors are qpp with shadow.

They worked a little better fused, when in the forge. Of course everyone had to be in agreement to do so. It was one of those days. The colors shone through Four’s eyes in rainbow coloring as they sat a metal shape over roasting coals. A large protective apron sat over their undershirt and heavy duty gloves to protect their hands. Their friend and partial platonic partner stood across from them. While Four was sweating from the heat, they glanced up concerned that Shadow seemed unfazed. Was it all the time on death mountain? Shadow watched them aptly as they distractedly pulled the metal with tongs and dropped it. It fell quickly towards their boots. Shadow reacted immediately.

With his bare hands, he caught the hot metal dagger. One fourth of them froze in realization of some very important facts they never shared. Also the only part that noticed how Shadow’s palm turned into black scales where the metal touched. All the rest of them began panicking about it. They spoke at the same time making gibberish out. Shadow placed the metal down gently.

“Hey, hey, It’s fine.” he raised his hands up, one still scaled. “I’m fine.” as he blinked his eyes were more slit than normal pupils. It made Four fall apart.

“Oof!”

“Shit-sorry you alright?”

“ohmygods.”

“...oops.”

Shadow looked between them as Blue helped up Green who he’d accidentally knocked over. Red was staring open mouthed, and Vio was looking between him and the group looking sheepish.

“Ha… Uhm. Surprise?” Vio tugged awkwardly at his sleeve. “Sorry, I didn’t really think to mention…”

As he spoke Blue came up and inspected Shadow’s scaled hand, turning it over and gently running his thumb across where he’d held the metal.

“Huh.”

“Y-yeah. I didn’t really wanna weird y’all out.” Shadow excuses. Really he was self conscious about being part literal monster. “Sorry I scared ya.” Blue seemed satisfied he was ok and let him go.

“Don’t do that again.” 

“Wait- “ Green stared pointedly at Vio. “You knew??”

“Of course I knew,” he scoffs. “We lived in a volcano, Green.” he rolled his eyes. “Shadow being extra and running his damn hands through lava falls to show off was a regular occurance.”

“You say that like it didn’t work,” Shadow cocked a hip with his arms crossed. “You treated me like an experiment to dissect.” Despite the wording, he was obviously infatuated with the idea. “You wanna know everything~” Vio turned red.

“Oh shut up.”

“You have a notebook that contains an imprint of my teeth.”

“You do??” Red perked up. “Can I see? Shadow won’t let me! He said they were too sharp.”

“Because you’ll hurt yourself! And then Blue would beat me up!”

“Damn right I would.”

“Okay,” Green took off their apron and hung it up with the gloves. “I think this calls for a break.” 

Red began following them back into the house, badgering Shadow with questions. “Are your claws actually talons? Do you have a tail? Wings?? Can I touch them?”

Vio smirks, he’s also given their partner the third degree about his body. Positively of course.

“Sort of, not the kind you’re thinking of, but you can touch it, and no wings.” Shadow grins his sharp predator teeth. “Ow!” Vio smacks his arm.

“Really??” he reprimanded. Shadow just laughed. They sat in their kitchen letting Blue make the tea. Shadow offered his hands palm up for them on the table. His arms and hands shifted into shiny black scales, some of them with a violet shine in the light. His red eyes slitted, although still pretty big pupils considering his company.

“Watch the nails, very sharp.”

Red and Green inspected him. Vio watched in amusement. This was going to take awhile.

BONUS

Vio held Shadow’s clawed hands in awe. “That really was nothing to you?” The shiny black scales were smooth as he felt them.

“Haha yeah, cool right?”

“Is it just your hands?” Vio looked him over like he wanted to devour him. Shadow was about to learn just how much Vio and curiosity really fell together as the same word.

“Oh no, I can make my whole body do that!”

“Can I see? How does it work? Does it hurt? Can you feel this?” Vio ran his hand across his arm. The shiver answered that question. “Do you feel warmth at all? Does cold bother you?? Are you warmer inside than Hylians?” He put a wrist on Shadow’s forehead. “Woah, you are. huh. woah!” Shadow’s pupils blew wide at the contact. “That was cool!” He cupped his face to look closer and Shadow’s cheeks flushed. He honestly thought Vio was going to kiss him; he was so close. “Is that why you have sharp teeth? Do you eat more meat? I haven’t been around you to eat yet… Are you planning on eating me??” He let go.

“Haha calm down, I wouldn't eat you. No matter how good you might taste.” The joke went right over the poor boy’s head. “I’ll answer you but one at a time alright?” He offered his hand. “Come on, let’s get inside first.” Vio took it gratefully. They didn’t let go even after returning home.

[moonlight-tmd]

After reading your post about bumblebee being like part insecticon, it reminded me of this one post I read a while back on an au where bee is an insecticon. In this au, bee is half insecticon and he was raised in a hive and he had (half) siblings.

So I was wondering, if your au(?) insecticon! bumblebee had any (half) siblings or something alike? And what are the others reactions to this piece of information?

Aaaah good timed question, i was just thinking about that piece of lore i made. SO-

Part-Insecticon!Bumblebee AU

In the facility Bee was forged was an infestation of Insecticons. That being said, some of the protoforms forged there have gotten insecticon genes by accident.

That's the reason he grew wings in the first place- that were later burned by the bad carequarters manager. He grew up, and got into boot camp where he met Wasp, another bot who got infected with insecticon genes. Wasp also had wings and made fun of Bee when he discovered Bee's ones were broken. Bee became friends with Bulkhead and Longarm and then got into the repair crew.

The only one to know he had wings was Ratchet after an incident and Bee got hurt. Only then Bee learns about his insecticon side and how it affects him. The rest doesn't know until they get to earth.

When they get on earth, Bee is hit with the side effects of changing weather and atmosphere. The team is worried why Bee has suddenly changed behaviors when it got cold so Ratchet tells them. From then on Bee has an excuse of not going outside or doing certain stuff because the weather could harm him, he doesn't go out in winter(or rainy cold weather) unless necessary. Heatwaves aren't good either, but that one affects everyone so...

Now, i know i wrote about Bee's wings being repaired by the Allspark. But i think it's way funnier if he got like, a cocoon n stuff and everyone's so confused. XD

So, scrap the Allspark fix- One time on a mission, Blackarachnia injects him with some toxin, most likely to painfully change him into a techno-organic like her- but instead, his insecticon genes react.

He starts moving slower, gets really sleepy all the time and is very hungry. Ratchet knows something is wrong but doesn't know what cuz his systems seem fine.

Then one morning there is just a big metallic lump on his berth- a cocoon. They are very confused what has happened, is Bee dead? Prowl is the one to answer most of the questions since he's a huge nerd on earth creatures and other creatures from various places of the universe.

And so the big lump stays in medbay for almost 3 weeks and then Bee hatches. He doesn't know what happened, since he only remembers falling into a long nap, so he is a little freked out why he's all smily n stuff.

Once he's dry then his insecticon side is really showing; his frame is only slightly changed in build, he got a big fluff around his neck, down his back and around his waist where his protoform is exposed. His servos have tiny claws, his subspace has permanently moved down to represent an abdomen and most importantly- his wings grew back.

I imagine he is very concerned when Sari told him he turned into a soup when he was napping. XD

Bee didn't have any siblings, the closest to anything like that would be Wasp since he was in the same factory as Bee.

I imagine Blackarachnia is an insecticon after the spider incident. Wasp also gets turned full insecticon later on. But Bee? His genes are only triggered and cause him to go into metamorphosis like larva, it has only affected his root mode tho, he still keeps the car alt mode(although he does have fluffy seats afterwards). Fun fact: his glossa is now long and can act like a straw like bees have.

Idk but i think insecticons are a type of techno-organic so yeh. I assume the Dinobots count as techno-organics since they're basically reptiles.

Now there is romance possible and i don't wanna make it too long, send me more asks so i can give you a proper answer. (BlitzBee or ProwlBee)

[dealwithwarlords]

Ikemen Vampire and their Godly parents

Inspired by Percy Jackson.

Mozart: Apollo

Son of the God of light, of sun, of music, of truth, of poetry, and arts. May not be a leader but set trends. I will start with the most obvious fact and that is Mozart’s talent for music, as all of us know Apollo’s children are exceptional for the arts in general. Mozart is not someone that tends to laugh frequently but as a good children of Apollo, you can hear the sound of what it could be beautiful Bells when he does, and a smile as warm as the sun. Because of his prolonged time on practicing he sometimes has little to none sunlight, that makes him really moody (more than he already is) so taking some walks or playing with Schelm in the garden are necessary for his health even if he claims to not need it.

Not all of Apollo’s children are blond, some of them have physical traits that are related to the sun such as freckles, warm skin subtones, and even if their hair is black if you see it in the sun light you can see a golden or brownish reflection on their hair, in Mozart’s case if we see carefully there’s also warm subtones such as beige, and pink :

While other white haired characters have cold undertones like blue:

Because of Mozart’s incredible fair skin it’s easy for him to get freckles. Apollo’s children are lie detectors, as they say, you cannot cover the sun with your thumb, Mozart knows from miles away when someone is lying.

Apollo’s children are scary when they get mad, be aware of what they could do when they lose control, just like Mozart, it may seem like he’s always angry but he actually isn’t, when he’s angry you will know.

Apollo’s kids are naturally over dramatic, they turn everything into inspiration for music, plays, etc. remember that time when Mozart said that dry things like cookies are his “worst enemy”? Just because Marie Antoinette gave him a bunch of them, he didn’t know what to do and decided it was a good idea to stuff everything in his mouth...

To what MC finished laughing because ... bruh 😂

Isaac: Athena

Goddess of wisdom, handicraft, knowledge and warfare. Children of Athena are gifted with a sharp and brilliant mind. Do I have to say more ? Isaac is a genius, he has an incredible hunger for knowledge, and curiosity that makes him discover the most incredible things in this world. Children of Athena enjoy reading a good book and most of the time you can see them lost in their thoughts.

We know that Athena’s children can be street smart and book smart, the majority likes to be street smart since they already have a facility to keep info from books, but in the case of our apple boy he’s chosen to be book smart, this kind of children tend to have difficulties to relate to others and create deep bonds since their brilliant minds make them feel detached from the world that surrounds them.

Napoleon : Zeus

Charismatic

Natural leaders

Children of Zeus are the leaders struggling with the pressure of being leaders. Since they are such a reliable people, their friends usually seek for them when they need help, maybe they are not as wise as a child of Athena, but their empathy makes them good advisers too. They’re strong and resilient.

Serious but yet humorous

Assertive

Children of Zeus are prideful, they like to tease others but when the tables turn they don’t really know how to react (not like they are doormats but more like in a teasing way something like pikachu face: “you ... you just teased the son of the lightening.. right in front of my salad” that kind of reaction. It’s actually kind of cute 😂

They can be flighty or warm, depends of the person they are dealing with and their mood.

Physically traits could be grey, blue or in some cases green eyes. Children of Zeus usually have gray hairs since a young age.

Arthur: Dionysus

God of wine, madness, ecstasy and theatre

Children of Dionysus are sociable, charismatic and the life of the party. The ones with all the connections. They’re the friend that everyone references when they say ‘I know a guy’ and we all know that Arthur knows or at least recognizes a lot of faces in Paris.

Children of Dionysus are not only party people, they are really clever too, people usually don’t give them credit for how smart they really are, but they prefer to keep that intelligence hidden ‘cause they don’t want to intimidate anyone, after all the party needs to continue !

They are the ones you can always count on to have a good time. The best telling jokes and reading the atmosphere of a room. they are the ones you call when you’re upset and just want to forget about reality for a night.

Stubborn, determined and chaotic nature.

Most of Dionysus children are empaths, that’s how they can feel the mood so well and make everyone have a good time, nevertheless if they don’t have a control over this ability it can be bad for their health, appropriating other people's problems or feeling guilty if they cannot help their friends as a good “host” would do.

Another thing, Arthur really seems to enjoy alcoholic beverages such as beer, wine, etc. besides coffee.

Talking about physical traits Dionysus children rock semi long hair, this chill and laid back appearance is the signature of the god of party and wine. Even when they wear formal clothes you can see this relaxed look on them.

I remember one time I read a post where it said that Dionysus children often have the nicest shoes in the room (idk why? 😂) BUT DUDE that’s true, there was also other post where you guys were talking about who had the best taste in shoes and guess who was one of the best fashionistas 👌👌😂

Also, olive undertones, in hair, skin, etc. if we see Arthur’s hair for example, sometimes it doesn’t appear to be entirely blue, it also has olive undertones:

Jean: Hades

God of the underworld

Talking about children of hades we can see that they are not only the “quiet ones” but also people with a sharp intuition. They observe everything and everyone, quietly. Tend to hold grudges and feel out of place, they stay a lot of time inside their heads and because of this children of hades usually have a hard time finding their “meaning in life” or “their place in this world”. Since they are deep they have a difficult time relating to others, meanwhile everyone is talking about the trends of the year, children of Hades are in other Chanel .

They like to be by their own, or maybe with someone that actually understands them.

I think most of the time people only focus on their “dark personality” and forget to appreciate other traits like the incredible willpower that they have to achieve anything that attracts their attention.

Physically talking, as we all know, children of Hades have dark tones in their hair, eyes and skin tone. There’s something cold in their appearance that makes them look intimidating and mysterious

Vincent : Apollo

Do I really need to explain this one ? 😂😂

I will just cover some facts that relate to Apollo’s children since Vincent is like the PERFECT example of what is being an Apollo’s child.

I think Vincent has a BIG potential to learn any instrument that he likes, also archery but I doubt it since he wouldn’t like to hurt anyone.

Is easy for Children of Apollo to tan, just imagine our angel with a beautiful sexy tan 🙌🏻😫✨

EMBODIMENT OF LIGHT

also, Apollo’s children are healers, and Vincent wants not only to help but if possible heal everyone’s suffer, as we can see in his route, he wants to help MC with her anxiety to return to her time nevertheless he’s never too pushy and waits until MC feels prepared to open up to him.

Apollo’s children are people pleasers, in a mini drama, Vicent tells Leonardo that if there was a girl in the mansion he wouldn’t know how to behave, since he only wants to give a good impression.

Leonardo : Hephaestus

Children of Hephaestus , Their minds are constantly working on something and their ideas running wild.

They have SO many ideas that they have dozens of project running AT THE SAME TIME, they can even compete with children of Athena.

Some of this children may not be geniuses but out of their curiosity and hunger for knowledge is because they can become worthy opponents to the other god or goddesses children.

Masters on none, but master of many.

They also got that freaking cheeky smile of their father.

Intelligent, good looking and good jokes.

Physically talking children of Hephaestus have strength in their upper body, just like their father, they have enough strength in their hands, arms and back to carry or forge any metal and turn it into a weapon (or any creation but you get me) what usually makes them have (on males) big shoulders or backs and in females, they have shorter but stronger fingers.

Comte : Aphrodite

Who was the one that fell in love in the middle of war ????

YUP this guy ☝️

Children of Aphrodite are hopeless romantic, they find beauty and love in the darkest places and times. They are the ones that you go for advice (not the kind of advice you would go to Athena, but one that helps your heart to find a solution).

They like luxury and aesthetic stuff, Comte with all the money that he has could be living his life like Leo, relaxing, giving little attention to appearances, etc. BUT NO

DADDY COMTE NEEDS TO WEAR HIS DIOR PAJAMAS AND RELAX IN A ROMAN BATH THANK YOU. It’s not like he’s superficial, but he just likes to pamper himself.

Children of Aphrodite have charm speak, Idk you but every time Comte speaks is like velvet for my ears. Most of the time people only see Aphrodite’s children as superficial, not so intelligent and unnecessary at battle but they are dead wrong, actually they are really observant and can be manipulative since they understand and almost feel others people emotions and intentions.

Even though their mother is the Goddess of Love, they can hide their emotions pretty well

It is known that Aphrodite’s children can speak fluently French and Oh look at that Comte is French, coincidence ? I DONT THINK SO.

Theo: Ares

God of war

Children of Ares are topically seen as this really short-tempered guy /girl but there’s more about them. I’m gonna start with the basic personality traits, Children of Ares are stubborn as hell, does it reminds you of Theo ? 😅 they are also really protective of those they love, it may not appear like it but they don’t like injustice, so when they see someone that’s being a jerk they fight with everything they got, sometimes they exaggerate tho.

HATES GOSSIP they like to say thing straight to the point and don’t have filter, sometimes they may seem rude but they are just saying the truth

Doesn’t take shit from anyone

Determinant and never gives up, they also give (its rare but they do) advices when they see you really struggling with something, an example of this could be when (in Leo’s route) MC had a hard time deciding what to choose between staying in 19th century France or coming back to her time with Leo, to what Theo noticed her struggling and gave her a brief but nice advice.

HARD ON THE OUTSIDE SOFT ON THE INSIDE

Children of Ares are aware that they intimidate their siblings, that’s why they become silent and prefer to stay in their cabin, but if you want them to open up to you, a nice smile and kind personality would be a great combo to go with them.

Children of Ares are really intelligent, after all their father is also a strategist.

Shakespeare: Hades

Again ... do I have to explain this one ? 😂

Shakespeare is deep af. Children of Hades see the deepest and darkest things in life, that’s why they tend to feel depressed, but because of that they also can see the brightest parts. This contrast usually is embodied in an artistic way, it may be in plays, dancing, singing, stories, etc.

The goth friend

Children of Hades are one of the kindest siblings among all God and Goddesses out there since they know what loneliness feels like.

guess who feels like that ? YUP Will does

they like to be alone but not lonely.

Dazai: Dionysus

Dionysus was known to be a Reckless, crazy god that resembled freedom and fun. Children of Dionysus are usually found smiling for ... no specific reason, some could say is even scary or suspicious, like if they were drunk 😅.

Dionysus has parties where everyone dances and can fall into madness and ecstasy. Dazai is a sensual man, he has this aura that is just so appealing and comfortable to be with, but he is still a mystery, just like his father. Dyonisus was a god that usually doesn’t get in other’s people problems but it is known that he has a lot of powers, and the majority remains a mystery to humans.

Dazai is someone that craves to feel and be loved, but is scared to be rejected for who he really is, instead of that he prefers to show the “clown facade” that everyone likes, after all is easier to have “company” in a party full of people that you don’t know but they don’t really care about you than opening up to someone and being vulnerable.

People usually describe children of Dionysus as “crazy”

They are normally underestimated, but they have an incredible ability for the arts, they create the most crazy yet deep monologues.

These people tend to get obsessed over things they like, this is somewhat bad for them since they can get addicted to things like alcohol, tobacco, etc.

Talking about physical traits, Dazai is like the perfect definition of a Dionysus child, chill appearance, medium long hair, PURPLE HAIR, likes (maybe a little too much) alcohol, smooth voice.

Sebastian : Demeter

Goddess of agriculture, fertility, nature, and seasons.

Children of Deméter have this motherly figure in their group of friends.

Natural protectors.

Great cooks

They can be really strict at scolding their friends, family etc. but they just want the best for their loved ones.

Children of Deméter aren’t really aggressive, but don’t get in their wrong side which would be trying to hurt their family, because they go havoc.

They have an amazing intuition, just like a good mother.

Their personalities are calm and collected, they may panic on the inside when something bad happens but never let it show.

Deméter children are so aware of the details they are the ones that give the best gifts since they know deeply their loved ones, what they like and what they don’t, again, like a good mother.

Faust: Hecate

Goddess of magic, witchcraft, ghosts, necromancy and crossroads.

Children of Hecate are really intelligent and have an amazing memory, after all they have to memorize dozens of spells.

They usually have lots of books, since they have to know the functionality and sources of the magic they are using.

CU RI O US

They may appear frightening since they face and aesthetic aren’t really welcoming sometimes, but they are actually pretty nice.

SNAKE PERSONALITY

cunning and ambitious

Children of Hecate know how to handle necromancy, which makes them closer to death, that’s why talking about this kind of topics doesn’t scare them.

Children of Hecate can be obsessive, they can stay all day and all night practicing their witchcraft, PLS SOMEONE TAKE THEM OUT OF THEIR ROOM.

They have a different type of aesthetic, maybe is not totally GOTH but there’s something religious or spiritual there, they believe that there is a superior power in the world.

Incredibly good teachers. They may not be as charismatic as Apollo kids, but they are patient and good listeners.

Calm but can be sadists too so be careful.

Vlad : Nemesis

Children of Nemesis, as their mother, tend to hold grudges and is really difficult for them to forget those who wrong them.

They can go ExTrEMe lengths in their revenge, elaborate plans that doesn’t matter how much time they take, they will do it.

Maybe scarier than Children of Ares.

Yandere personality who ?

They are really observant and intelligent, they have the ability to find Achilles ankle of any of their enemies.

Manipulative, that gives them the ability to awake rage on the ones they want like allies.

Curiously children of Nemesis have a strong sense of justice and balance, and they will do anything to carry on with their ideals, even if that means taking extreme measures.

Physically talking there’s always red on them, and I’m talking about red hair, liking for red color, and oh ! Look at that, who has red eyes ??

Charles : Tyche

Goddess of chance, fate and fortune.

I really had a hard time deciding for this one, and I don’t know a lot about him but from what I’ve seen I can say he’s a Tyche’s child.

Children of Tyche are extremely friendly and enthusiastic.

J O K E S

very hyperactive

Smarter than they look, observant and empaths, also they like to prank people like a pixie would do.

Pretty smiles, and they giggle like a lot.

Usually green eyes.

Obviously they like to gamble or if the other participants doesn’t like to, Children of Tyche conform with just playing

They love nature and animals.

A kid in an adult body

Don’t let their cute smiles, dimples or freckles fool you, they can be manipulative.

Idk why but I imagine Tyche kids with fairy like features, maybe that’s why lots of them have a short height.

[bard-llama]

Dearest. You and she_who_drank_vodka_with_cats just killed me in a good way. If you execute the idea you posted, you will have some more of my eternal love, thank you very much

I have GREAT news for you, anon XD

@she-who-drank-vodka-with-cats has been lovely enough to let me play with this idea, but uh... 1100 words and somehow I haven't actually gotten to Roche making an appearance. He WILL though, and eventually the secret of his heritage will be revealed (as will Saskia's own secret).

But first, apparently, Iorveth has to get Saskia ready for her first ever date and this involves realizing that she has no fucking clue how to care for her hair and needs taught. Which is great, because I know shit all about caring for hair, which is part of why I chopped it all off in the first place.

But you'd better believe that Ior-used-to-be-a-famed-and-flamboyant-musician-veth KNOWS how to care for hair. He keeps his own long and cares for it meticulously, even though he hides it under his bandana. It wasn't worth the risk of someone touching it in a fight, not after the third time a filthy dh'oine dared to lay hands on it.

This, of course, leads to Saskia suggesting that Iorveth should wear his hair all fancy too, since he was doing hers. which means that when Iorveth crashes Saskia and Roche's date, he is looking hella and without his bandana (though still covering the right side of his face). Roche.exe definitely crashes. Also, he was not expecting the extra guest for dinner, which is probably gonna mean that Roche prepared the table and set it all nicely for a romantic date - and then Iorveth rolls in, pulls up a third chair, and demands to try the roasted duck.

What does all this have to do with half-dwarf!Roche, you ask? Fuck me if I know. Saskia and Iorveth do not know, though Saskia sorta sees something with her dragon senses, but it's nothing conclusive, it just makes him seem unique and interesting. Roche DOES know, so I might do his POV at some point, maybe for the date because his reactions to Iorveth crashing will be fucking great.

Otherwise... uh idk, apparently I just needed a reason for Saskia to go after Roche??? Not that "because Iorveth loves him" isn't a good reason, but usually in that case, she waits until Iorveth gets his man before trying to get a lil of her own and join them. Like, in those fics, Roche is interesting BECAUSE Iorveth finds him so, not because Saskia particularly knows much about him. But in this case, that dwarven blood gives his prescence a spark that's different from other humans, but also different from full blooded dwarves.

Basically, pulling from what I wrote in Inspired By Her Fire, Saskia doesn't 'see' the way a human sees, even though she's in the form of one. She is, first and foremost, a predator. A BIG predator. So I like the idea that she sees movement more than details and sees... idk that heat signature is really the right term, 'cause I don't think it's based on actual body temp, though it could be. But dwarves are almost-too-small-to-see-when-still + red-hot-like-a-forge, and Saskia likes that. It's part of what draws her to dwarves.

��How many?” Saskia demanded, turning to face the bright molten-steel-and-earth glow that had always endeared her to dwarves.

“We dwarves are near two hundred, but don’t judge us by our number!” The other dwarves nodded emphatically, their fire-stone-metal-forge burning in her senses reminding her of her earliest memories, learning to fly amongst spacious stone caverns with fire-dragon-father gliding beside her.

Typically, humans are more warm-cozy-hearthfire while elves twinkle like stars, pulsing with cold light. But Roche, as a half-dwarf/half-human, is very different. Underneath the hearthfire, there was a blade of pure, unrelenting steel, burning fresh from the forge's fire.

Anyway, yeah, this is definitely gonna be Saskia/Iorveth/Roche in a triad. Idk why I ever thought they would stay a V lmao.

[merlins-hurt-comfort]

And In The End I’d Do It All Again

Summary: the one where Merlin arrives in time and pulls a Patroclus. to everyone who also read The Song Of Achilles or is familiar with the legend, don’t deny it y’all already know what will happen. some angsty quotes from the show but hey- Merlin gets that hug he’s always wanted!! Fandom: BBC Merlin Warnings: murder, death, blood, violence Pairing: platonic Merlin/Arthur but i guess it could be read as a romantic ship if you squint hard enough Characters: Merlin, Arthur, Mordred, Gwen Wordcount: 2746

A/N: I just really wanted to write that. consider it an early birthday present, @totallynotamerlinfanpage!! have fun with it @shut-up-emrys <3 also i did proofread and edit it but idk it doesn’t really feel like i did lmao anyways enjoy!!

Merlin's feet carried him faster than he had ever been able to run before. He had to be in time, he had to prevent what Kilgarrah said was to be the inevitable. He had to save Arthur and needless to say, he'd give whatever it would take.

He couldn't even think about stopping and taking a short break. He knew if he stopped now his legs would completely give up, the muscles stinging with pain. And so he ran through the dark woods. Without the magic he just regained earlier this night he wouldn't even be able to see anything right under his feet.

Merlin was close, he saw the tents of all the knights and in the middle, the slightly bigger tent for his Sire and the Queen Guinevere. It was all dark except for two torches. Each of the two knights that were standing in front of the royalty's tent held one in their hands. It seemed like everyone was still asleep, resting, but with no doubt they would get prepared to fight even before the sun would rise again, hopefully not for the last time for his king.

Finally Merlin stopped and hid behind the first tent he passed by, out of the guard's visions, simply to not having to walk another step for now. He quietly tried to manage his breathing, deep in and deep out, his upper body bent forward, his shaking hands leaning on his knees to prevent those from giving in. It felt as if his lungs were on fire and everything beneath it stung.

But all of that wasn't as bad as the worry about his dear friend climbing up his throat, getting bigger with every passing heartbeat, making him feel as if he was sick. Merlin wanted nothing more than to just lie down and sleep, but unfortunately that was completely out of the question. His king needed his saving, even if Arthur neither knew about it or would ever admit it if he knew in the first place.

After a few more minutes he slowly made his way to Arthur's tent, keeping his head up and posture straight not showing the guards how exhausted he secretly was. They let him in without questioning where he had been up until now. After almost a decade everyone just knew not to question Merlin, the king's servant and friend.

To say he was relieved when he entered the tent and saw both Gwen and Arthur peacefully sleeping arm in arm would be a huge understatement. Still, he had to find a solution. Merlin started pacing, careful to not make a sound as several inner monologues were racing through his mind, cutting off each other and leaving no room for even one usable argument he could convince Arthur with. There was no way in heaven, hell and purgatory combined that would make the King step back and not fight for his knights, his kingdom and the people he loved.

Merlin's pacing stopped as abruptly as his train of thoughts when an idea popped into his head. Of course, why didn't he think of it earlier? Arthur would never knowingly let Merlin take his place, but what if no one found out?

A few months ago Merlin and Gwaine used a magic spell to switch bodies for a day. Both of them were utterly convinced that the other's daily tasks were easier to handle than their own. It went down without any troubles and the only thing anyone seemed to notice was that Merlin was acting a little sluttier than usually, flirting shamelessly with Arthur while Gwaine didn't seem to be as fit as he would have been on any other day. In the early evening the spell wore off again and both of them had their bodies back, just like that.

Merlin still remembered the funny little spell, he kept it in the back of his mind for a situation where he might have to use it again. Careful not to wake up anyone he stepped closer to Arthur, still fast asleep on the bed and only a few heartbeats later he saw himself laying next to Gwen. He bowed down to look at his body. Was that what he looked like? He really needed a haircut. Merlin slightly pulled at his own new hair, seeing a blond stray and then quickly spoke another spell to ensure Arthur would continue to sleep for a while.

The young sorcerer walked over to Arthur's- now temporarily his- armour and began putting it on himself. Before he had a chance to put on the helmet he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around to face Arthur's- his- wife.

Gwen gave him a concerning look. "You're up early, Arthur, even for this circumstance. Did you get any rest?"

Merlin cleared his throat and smiled, trying not to give anything away. "Believe me, Gwen, I did get the rest I need." He looked over to the bed where who she believed to be Merlin, slept just as undisturbed as he did when Merlin entered the tent. "So, uhh, you may have noticed, Merlin arrived here when I woke up. He's terribly exhausted, just let him sleep, alright?"

The Queen's look now showed less concern. Of course she still was worried about her husband's life but she didn't know about the little trick Merlin pulled. Instead, she slightly tilted her head and smiled lovingly at him. His stomach dropped. He needed to ensure that this smile wouldn't fade away. Arthur deserved to see it for the rest of his long life. "You know, it wouldn't hurt to tell Merlin that you do care about him every once in a while."

"I think he knows, Gwen." He softly kissed her left cheek before he grabbed the helmet and sword. He quietly repeated himself as he left the tent. "I think he knows."

Not much later everyone was prepared. Merlin, in Arthur's armour, stood infront of all the knights ready to lead. The dawning sunlight shone through the valley and at the other side of it they could see the enemy's army, Mordred leading them like the night to Merlin's day. He looked at his right side where Sir Leon gave him a small nod. Merlin took a deep breath and as he held up his sword and yelled, he heard Arthur's voice loud and clear.

"For the love of Camelot!"

He didn't turn around but he heard the knights echoing what who they thought was their king did. "For the love of Camelot!"

And that's when all hell broke lose. If one had asked Merlin what happened, he couldn't have told. It was all too loud, too violent, too much and too big. Knights died on both sides, I mean of course they did, this was a war we're talking about. And Merlin had thought it all through, this plan was perfect. Except that he was not built for war; he was a weapon that's for sure but he was not made for this.

Swords clashed against swords, rocks and shields. Knights yelled and called for help and he couldn't help everyone while fighting whoever attacked him without actually using magic. The magic inside of him was desperate to be used but he couldn't. He was now, in this moment, Arthur. Merlin was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice that after what seemed to be forever, only a few knights were left standing on their feet. And suddenly the one destined to take his king's life appeared in front of him with an unsettlingly big, dark smile on his face. The druid came closer.

"Mordred, you know you don't have t-" He swallowed on the words left unsaid as a sharp pain just under his left rips took out all the air of his lungs. Just after it numbed and he thought it couldn't get any worse Mordred pulled the sword out of his body and Merlin gasped when the same pain ripped him apart inside.

He felt like his autopilot kicked in. He knew he heard Mordred's sword dropping and he knew that the sword was magic, forged in dragon's fire. He could feel a piece of said sword inside his body, he could feel it's magic vibrating. And he knew he then raised his sword, he saw Mordred's smile fading as he pulled his sword out of Mordred's stomach and all Merlin could think about was that the druid boy did not deserve to die, but it was too late.

He definitely saw him collapsing on the ground and Merlin heard his own sword dropping on the ground before he stumbled backwards until his body, burning in agony, hit the stone wall. He slid down with his hands pressed against the stab wound trying to stop the bleeding. He wasn't yet ready to die, he had to know that Arthur was alright. That was when a ice cold wave rolled over his body and his vision got dark.

When he woke up again, halfway leaned against a tree and saw Arthur lighting a fire, all that had happened seemed like a dream to him. Wait, he saw Arthur lighting the fire? The spell must have worn off.

Merlin looked up in the sky, seeing the white big clouds passing. He didn't need to see his body when he definitely felt it- worn out and in pain. His legs still stung, his back hurt, his head felt dizzy and his mouth was dry and of course there was his left side. Seemed like it wasn't a dream after all.

Eventually he looked down to see his old clothes, the blue shirt having hole and a huge red blood stain. He slowly raised his left hand and lifted his shirt to see his bandaged torso, the bandage soaked in blood. Merlin instinctively put his other hand right where he felt the piece of magic metal in his body. Bad decision, bad decision, instant regret. The pain grew so much worse.

He closed his eyes and groaned which caught Arthur's attention. He was by his side in a second, removing his hand from the bandaged wound and pulling down his shirt carefully.

Merlin didn't dare to open his eyes. "What in the everliving hell were you thinking, Merlin?" Apparently it was a completely rhetorical question because he didn't wait for an answer, he just continued rambling as he turned back to the fire. Merlin heard Arthur angrily poking the fire a little with a stick before he returned to his side. "Open your mouth, you need to drink."

Merlin did as asked and only a moment later cold, refreshing water ran down his throat. He didn't know water could taste so good since Arthur had brought the unicorn curse upon Camelot.

Arthur removed the flask, then there was the sound of ripping fabric. "You can't just swap our bodies and take my place."

There was a quiet splashing. "I am the king, Merlin, I had to fight in this."

Arthur used his wet improvised towel to cool his servant's face, but way too aggressive. "You can be glad no one knows you were using magic. What are we supposed to do now?"

Merlin opened his eyes and sighed. As he grabbed Arthur's wrist to stop him from eventually bruising him he meet his Sire's face ridden with worries and fears. "Arthur." The injured boy tried to look at the once and future king as loving as it was possible with the amount of pain he was in. "I knew exactly what I was doing. I had to save your life. I don't regret it. And in the end I’d do it all again."

Now it was Arthur's turn to let out a deep breath before Merlin let go of his wrist and he continued cooling his face, but softer this time. "I can't let you die, Merlin, not on my watch."

Merlin couldn't help but smile. "Whatever will happen, I am alright with it knowing you survived this and will become the king you're destined to be." He cleared his throat and chuckled. "Plus, if I don't die I will probably be executed for my magic anyway."

"Yeaaa, that's still my decision." Arthur, now done with cooling Merlin's face, put the towel down and leaned against a tree on the other side of the fire. Arthur didn't sit down, Merlin knew he preferred to stand to be able to watch over him without the fire blocking his view.

The next moment Arthur looked over at his servant, he had his hands pressed on the wound again. Merlin couldn't help it, it just felt better to have the wound protected by himself even though he knew it didn't help a single bit. The blond rolled his eyes, knowing there was no point in removing his hands again.

He crossed his arms and put on his thinking face. "To be honest, I am planning to legalise magic when we come back home. And I mean you only used magic this one time today, right?"

"Actually." Arthur raised an eyebrow and looked at him curiously. "I was born with magic and ever since I came to Camelot I have been using it to save your arse. A lot, rea-"

"Shut up, Merlin." Arthur straightened his posture and raised his right hand to cut off his friend. "So you mean to tell me that all the times when I have no memory of fighting something." He stopped and seemed to try and think through the last decade. "All the times when I don't have memories, it was actually you who fought those creatures and villains and, and then you gave the credit to me?"

Merlin pressed his hands tighter onto the wound. He couldn't worsen the pain endlessly, right? At some point he would go numb, wouldn't he? "That's precisely what happened." He had to pause. It was insane how pain made one run out of breath so quickly. "I didn't need the credit. That's not why I've done it."

Arthur's face lit up, struck with another realisation. "And all the times Gaius said you were in the tavern?"

Merlin tried sitting up a little higher, he let out a weak laugh, well- more of a cough than a laugh. "Man," he coughed once more. "Until last week I didn't even know where the tavern was."

"You know, Merlin, all jokes aside." The way Arthur sounded hurt Merlin's heart. So serious, so concerned, so sincere. "I don't care about your magic. I care about you. And not because you're my servant. Because you're my friend and I couldn't bear to lose you."

Neither of them said anything, Merlin let his eyes wander through his field of vision. From the trees surrounding them up to the white clouds in the sky above them back to the fireplace Arthur lighted on the ground between Merlin and himself. He stared at the fire. He was getting so tired. He would just rest his eyes and-

"Merlin? Merlin!" Arthur's hand slapping his cheek didn't hurt as much as the panic in his voice. "Hey, wake up! Merlin!" Arthur held him in his lap, looking incredibly relieved as Merlin slowly opened his eyes and tried to blink the tiredness away, without any success. Exhaustion sat deep in every inch of his body. He could feel the magical piece draining him, it took everything he had to cup Arthur's face with one of his hands and brush away some tears.

Merlin tilted his head and gave a weak smirked. "I thought no man was worth your tears?" Arthur chuckled lightly but the tears kept coming. Oh, that smile. Merlin knew he'd never see it again.

"Merlin." Arthur started trembling, causing the smile on both their faces to fade.

"You once asked me-" His voice broke, he started the sentence again, it was barely a whisper. "You once asked me what's the life of a servant compared to that of a prince?"

Merlin collapsed in Arthur's arms, to weak to hold up his hand anymore or keep his eyes open. In his last moment he felt Arthur shaking, holding him close and warm as he quietly said what was to be the last sentence he ever heard-

"Oh, Merlin. You're worth everything and more." And that sentence filled him with more love than he could have ever wished for.

[queen-scribbles]

🌟🍂🏡 for Emiri, 🌙☕🏞️ for Tavi, ❄️💐👀 for Adi, 🌼💎🌗 for Kei?

Emiri

🌟 When your OC loses all hope, who do they turn to first? What helps make them feel better? What calms them down and reassures them? Why?

Kana, when he’s around. Not even for crush reasons; he’s just so unflaggingly optimistic, she knows he’ll be able to cheer her up. Doing something to distract herself, especially if it’s something like baking or making the bracelets definitely helps settle her down when she gets gloomy or agitated.just for the comfort of routine.

🍂 What are their opinions on the different seasons? Which one do they hate and which one do they love and why?

She loves spring, likes summer a lot, is okay with fall and hates winter. She absolutely loathes the cold.

🏡 Describe your OCs ideal house! Give us a tour around! What’s their garden like? Their bedroom? Kitchen? Where is it and how many people live there?

She never really had an ideal house. Then she cleared out and fixed up Caed Nua and that was pretty much it. Before Eothas destroyed it. Which is why she goes back and builds the place all over again; that was home and she wants it back. The gardens are a mix of herbs and flowers, the colors complementing each other well. There’s just a skeleton staff at first, both when she starts fixing it up in Pillars 1 and then when rebuilding after Deadfire, but eventually it gets to be pretty full. And her friends are always welcome to visit. Her bedroom’s pretty spare; desk with a chair, armoire and a big bed so her pets(or at least Lottie) can sleep with her.

Tavi

🌙 If your OC could have one wish come true what would it be and why? Would there be consequences to this wish or would they regret it once they get what they want? What would they give in return for this wish to come true?

I mean. She’d want her family alive. All of them, not just Khellin. For obvious reasons.Consequences… well, it depends.if her family just had never died, she wouldn’t have left Old Vailia when she did and wouldn’t have traveled with Silversteel or wound up in the Dyrwood and met all her friends(or Aloth). She would definitely regret not having any of that. IF, somehow, they were just poofed back to life after thirty years dead, at the proper ages and everything, I can’t really think of any consequence to that? There probably is something that’s just not occurring to me. What would she give to make it come true… I’m not sure, and I don’t think she is either. IF someone approached and said they could 100% give her back her family, For a Price, idk what price she’d be willing to pay.

☕ Give us one (or more if you feel like it) of your OCs deep dark secrets! Why do they keep it hidden? Spill the tea!  

She stole her brother Casius’ glasses once when she was really pissed at him for something(she doesn’t even remember what anymore). He’s extremely near-sighted, so he was effectively blind without them. They got broken, by accident(she thinks maybe some subconscious part of her did it on purpose) and Cas spent almost two weeks not able to read or attend school or anything. It drove him nuts. At the time, she wasn’t the least bit sorry.

🏞️ If your OC could travel to anywhere in their world where would they go? Why? If they could live there would they?

The Living Lands have been on her list for a while, that was her last big one. She’s done a lot of traveling as a mercenary. If she were to settle happily anywhere, it would probably be there, since life’s never boring and she needs some excitement with her stability.

Adi

❄️ What makes your OC sad, so sad that they can’t help but cry all day? How do they cheer themself up? Does their sadness upset any of their loved ones too?

💐 Does your OC like flowers? What are their favourites? Do they keep a garden of some sort? What flowers would they use in a flower crown? (and if you like, research the meanings behind those flowers!)  

She loves flowers. Her favorites are cornflowers(by coincidence, guess what shade of blue Heodan’s eyes are…?), they’re so pretty and dainty and great for flower crowns. She also likes daisies and St. Gyran’s Horn, but she doesn’t keep a garden.

👀 Describe your OC through the eyes of another person! (bonus + specify who)

Kana would say he’s never met a finer scholar, or more insatiable spirit of curiosity. She’s intelligent, clever, upbeat, determined and he hopes her new circumstances(the Watcher/Awakened stuff) doesn’t dim her joy or curiosity, because that would be a grave loss to the world in general.

Kei

🌼 Write a short drabble from your OCs POV meeting their LI (or if they don’t have a love interest, their best friend. If you don’t want to do a drabble, describe their first meeting instead!)

Rather than do her in-game romance(Tekéhu), I’m gonna rewind to her first husband, Matiu. She was all of ten when she met him, he a year younger, and they hit it off immediately as friends. She very much liked this slightly gawky boy. Got up to all sorts of harmless mischief together, talked about everything, spent most of their free time together. (Honestly, neither of them was terribly surprised when their parents arranged for them to be married; they spent so much time in each others’ company clearly they got along and would be happy together. There weren’t really romantic/sexual feelings there, but neither had their eye on anyone else and both knew they could do far worse)

💎 Does your OC collect anything? Is there a reason? When did they start and is it beginning to turn into a little bit of a hoarding issue? What do they do with their collection?

She had a very neat collection of little figurines, very simple and basic, forged from the metal scraps after she crafted something. So little people or fish or stars or wha have you. She left it behind when fleeing the wreck of the caravan, so it’s still somewhere along the road to Gilded Vale, far as she knows. It wasn’t really for any reason; she just thought the things were pretty.

🌗 Early mornings or late nights? What do they spend their time doing during these hours?

OH, she’s definitely more of an early bird than a night owl, though she can stay up late when called for. She likes to be up early to start heating her forge, preparing for the day, and enjoying some time just her and the quiet of the world prior to the game events. During the first game, she barely sleeps at all, so she’s both an early bird AND a night owl(Sleeps for about three days straight once it’s done; is absolutely ravenous when she wakes up). Afterward, settles back to being an early bird, but doesn’t have a forge to light or physical labor to do most days, so she uses the time to just sit alone with her thought, maybe watch a sunrise. After she and Tekéhu are together she may possibly watch him sleep and play with his hair-anemones.

OC Questions

[minsimagines]

Walls

REQUEST.: “ hi! idk if u have any rules against this but could you please do something with bucky where you’re best friends/he’s your trainer + you have an eating disorder and you don’t want anyone to know but you faint (or something else if it fits your storyline better) and are kind of forced to? Thank you <33″ A/N: Of course, I wrote it female since that’s what i’m most comfortable with, and I just gave her a name to make it easier. <3  Characters: The Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes x Mia Warnings: MENTAL HEALTH, EATING DISORDER, ANXIETY, DARK THOUGHTS. Read with care. Summary: Mia is a rookie agent with an eating disorder who only has one person she feels good around. Word Count: 2800.  Picture source: found on google oml. 

Mia hated Tonys parties.

Mindless talking and laughing. Fake smiles. Drinking.

Pretty girls. Skinny girls.

Eating.

She swallowed at the last thought. Holding a drink in one hand and her purse in the other, she stayed close to the exit. She didn’t intend to drink it, but it might look weird if she didn’t have one. And she did not want exra attention in any way.

She loved Tony; he had given her the opportunity of a lifetime working with him and his team of Avengers. She just couldn’t stand being in these situations. And he knew that. He never forced her to come but he always invited her, so she had the option.

Although, for someone like Mia, who was a in many ways… sensitive, an invitation was something one couldn’t pass down. So, she always showed. She owed it to him. To them. She was never a good agent, but apparently, they saw potential in her and wanted to train her and help her up.

So, she would force herself through awkward small talk, questions.

They would always ask her things. She hated questions. They all led to an inevitable one.

“Hey Mia, wanna grab something to eat?” Natasha.

Mia almost jumped at the voice.

“Woah, easy there, space walker,” the older woman smiled.

Space walker. That was what they would call Mia. She was always lost in thought, far away, in the furthest back of her mind. Away from the world. It made her jumpy, which wasn’t fun for her but unfortunately, it was fun for everyone else.

Swallowing before putting on her usual smile that never really reached her eyes, she shook her head no.

“No thanks, Nat, I ate before I came,” she smiled at her friend. Lies.

“Yes, you always do, but you came 2 hours ago,” Nat pushed.

Mia knew Natasha wasn’t being nasty to her on purpose, but in her mind, she had a growing feeling of hate towards anyone who tried to push her in that direction. Mia was fully aware that to them, it wasn’t a big deal, so when they get a no; they ask again. Because surely, the question food and answer no could not go together.

But Mia wasn’t one to show her true feelings. They were always hidden and protected in the depths of her chest. She would just laugh along no matter how painful it felt. So, she did.

“I appreciate you looking out for me, I’m just not hungry yet,” Mia answered with a comforting smile and Nat shrugged before patting Mia’s shoulder, walking away.

These words were forged into her mind, on repeat. They were a mixtape that would start itself whenever the topic came up. Her mind was on autopilot. She had practiced these lines for a long time. This way it didn’t hurt her so much to talk about the subject of food, because the words she said were said so many times in her head that they were essentially meaningless in conversation.

She was a natural born liar. Maybe that was what Tony and his team had seen in her. She could lie like no one else. She even had Natasha fooled.

The only person she could not fool was a certain dark figure that would help her train at night. He was her complete opposite. Though so similar. The difference was her façade. He didn’t bother putting one up. Mia liked that about him. She liked a lot about him, but that was one of the things she admired.

And hated.

As if it was so easy to not give a fuck about everything.

He never showed up to these things. She liked that too. He didn’t do what he didn’t want. Though she wished he would come. She never really talked much when they were together. He didn’t either. It wasn’t necessary.

He saw straight through her. He didn’t say what he saw, he didn’t even say he did see through her. But Mia knew. He didn’t take anyone’s bullshit. He didn’t trust a word that came out of anyone’s mouth. He trusted himself.

You’ll never be pretty enough for him.

Mia closed her eyes tightly. She hated herself. She hated these parties, but there was one advantage to them. They were full of people. Noise. When she was here, the evil thoughts in her mind didn’t really push through that easily.

Hate was a strong word. She hated using it. Yet it felt right. She hated seeing herself. She hated hearing herself, all the stupid things she would say. She would usually practice what to say when she was on her own, making up small talk that would keep people entertained. But if she didn’t come prepared, her mouth would run free in a leap to save herself.

And she hated it. She wanted to sow her mouth shut. She wanted to be anything but herself. The only one who really made her feel slightly comfortable was her training buddy. He didn’t let her pity herself.

Put on something to hide your ugly curves.

Mia swallowed hard as she whispered to herself, “shut up.”

So, she decided she would retire from the party early, and go to the one place she knew he was.

After going through several work-out outfits, she had stood in front of the mirror. She had cried a little. Cursed a little. The regularly scheduled program for putting on clothes every day.

Her tears had ruined her make-up, so she had to remove it, and decided to just cover the redness around her eyes with some concealer. He had seen her without make up many times, it would be fine today too.

Poor guy.

Shaking her head viciously, Mia ran out the door, away from the mirrors and clothes. She took the elevator to the floor where they would train. It was 11.45 pm, nobody was there. Except James of course. He was always there when no one else was.

She stood in the shadow against a wall in the far end of the room, watching him. She was always nervous of approaching people. She wanted to know that she didn’t interrupt anything before stepping up to him.

He was sitting on the bottom steps of a big stand, flipping a knife elegantly between his fingers. The vacuuming feeling in her stomach turned to butterflies. There was something about a man doing something he’s effortlessly good at that was so compelling to her.

After watching him for a while, lost in thought and conflict with herself, his head snapped up. His eyes met hers.

Mia gasped. He gave her a little smirk before going back to his knife. Of course, she knew that he knew she was there. But she still got rudely pulled out of her day- eh, evening dreaming.

Taking a deep breath, she waddled over to him. She was always very uncomfortable in the beginning of situations. With others that nervousness just got worse as time went, but around James, she eased up a little. He gave her a tiny smile as she sat on the steps, away from him. None of them were very comfortable with people close to them.

Meeting eyes with him, she raised her brows. Her usual way of asking for a fight. He grinned and put his knife away before standing up. Mia stood up as well, stepping onto the mat in front of the steps.

James just stood there. He wanted her to go first. She hated that. She thought it was embarrassing, because she knew he was analyzing her body. She knew he did it to predict the moves, but she felt so… uncomfortable with him looking at her.

Mia wanted him to see her. She wanted to impress him. She wanted him to like her.

He’s just helping you out of pity for you.

Swallowing, she ran at him.

Of course, she doesn’t stand a chance to a man with super strength and a metal arm, but that was not the point.

She jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his torso. He caught her, though his metall arm was caught between her and his body, so she managed to grab his other one and twist it. He, of course, easily twisted it back out and pushed her body away with his metal arm. She stumbled to the floor but jumped up and an at him again.

This went on for a few minutes until she stepped back a little, breathing heavily. James gave her a smile, so she knew she didn’t do too bad.

She didn’t feel like he thought she was disgusting.

He doesn’t speak, you wouldn’t know.

The thought stopped her. Her body froze. James’ eyes went to her. She stared at him.

What if that was why he never spoke? Maybe he didn’t speak because he didn’t want to speak to her.

Oh my God, he does think I’m disgusting. How could I be so wrong the whole time?

Mia opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. He straightened his back up.

Her lower lip quivered, and she felt tears push their way to her eyes. James was frowning now.

Look at him. Look at you. You should’ve listened to us.

Mia felt cold. Like all the blood in her body just vanished to her legs. Her breathing got harder.

James slowly stood up and stepped towards her.

“I should’ve-” she started, but her vision was slowly turning to fog. Reaching out to grip anything, she couldn’t move. Couldn’t see.

 “What happened?”

“She fainted.”

“Yes, obviously, but why?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you know anything?”

“How is you guys’ arguing going to help here?”

“I’ll see her later, don’t do anything stupid till I’m back, please.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“Yeah, great, whatever.”

Blinking, Mia squinted her eyes against the bright light.

What the hell?

Swallowing a lump in her throat, she reached up to rub her eyes. She noticed something pulling on her hand. Looking at it, she saw a tube in her arm.

Behind her hand, there was James. He was sitting on a chair next to her bed, looking at her with a frown.

Clearing her throat, she asked him what happened.

“You don’t remember?”

Mia looked at him for a good minute. Her mind was in pieces. But she did remember. She just didn’t know how she got where they were now.

“Yeah, I just… I meant how I got here.”

James nodded his head slowly.

“I carried you.”

Mia’s heart felt like it stopped.

“W… what?”

“I carried you. You fainted.”

Mia felt her heart drum in her chest. Now he knew how heavy she was. She couldn’t breathe. She wanted to scream. Now he knew how fat she was. That was it. She would never even look at food again. Never smell it. Never.

Her body was shaking, tears squeezed their way out of her eyes. The machines around her started making noises. James was calling out to her, but she couldn’t hear. She wouldn’t hear. She couldn’t look at him.

Someone burst through the door. She didn’t see who, didn’t care. All she cared about was how embarrassed and disgusting she felt. How ugly she felt. How fat she felt.

The people around her were running around, she didn’t know.

“It seems she’s having an anxiety attack. I need everyone to clear the room. Give her some space guys.”

Mia couldn’t breathe. The air would not go into her lungs. Her chest felt swollen. Her body hurt. Her head hurt.

“Sweetheart, breathe with me.”

A hand was on Mia’s forehead, stroking her hair. It felt good.

Don’t listen to her. Listen to us.

“Breathe with me now, come on Mia.”

She could vaguely hear the woman’s breaths. She tried to follow her rhythm.

You’re disgusting, and they all know it now.

Her tears wouldn’t stop as her shaking got worse.

“Come on Mia, look at the window. Look at the windowsill, follow it with your eyes.”

Mia looked over at it, it was blurry, but she saw it.

“Follow the top sill, breathe in. Follow the left sill, breathe out. Follow the bottom sill, breathe in. Follow the right sill, breathe out.”

As the woman was talking, Mia did as she was told. It was shaky. At first. Going around and around the windowsill more times than she could count, she noticed it got easier.

After a while of that, and of the woman brushing her hand over her head, she started feeling better.

Still not good, but better.

Her body slowly let the muscles relax. She sunk into the mattress. It felt like she was sinking into the ground. Relief flooded her system as she managed to take a deep breath in and a long breath out.

She couldn’t help the tiny smile that formed on her lips. The woman, who she now saw was a nurse, smiled warmly at her. She was an older woman. Probably a mother. Maybe even a grandmother.

“Hey, beautiful,” she whispered.

Lies!

Mia ignored the thoughts. She felt tears well up in her eyes again. But this time it was a strange feeling. It wasn’t tears of hate.

“I’m not beautiful…” Mia whispered back.

“Oh, yes you are. And you’re strong. Trust me when I say this, because my daughter was just like you. And she got through it,”

Mia sobbed into her shoulder as the woman hugged her.

“And I know you’re in a place where we can’t really pull you out. That’s your job. But it all starts with one tiny speck of hope, and I’m here to give you that.”

Mia squeezed the woman, she didn’t know what to say, or what to do. She felt her mind go into whirlwinds of emotions. She didn’t believe it, but she also didn’t believe the woman would lie.

“I won’t be able to help you once you’re out of the hospital, but I know someone who wants to. Someone you mean a lot more to than you think. The one that was the most worried out of all your friends,” The woman leaned back from Mia and smiled at her.

“I know you won’t believe it at first, but give him a chance, please. He has been here the whole night watching over you.”

Mia was confused. Who was she talking about?

The nurse stepped aside, and Mia could see James through the glass in the door. He was worried. She saw that. She didn’t understand why, but she couldn’t deny it.

“I haven’t told any of your friends. If you want them to know what you’re struggling with, that’s completely up to you. But this gentleman… you won’t have to tell.”

Mia looked at her with a shocked expression.

“What?”

She felt her walls, the ones she had worked so hard on building, crumbling. He couldn’t know.

“He’s the one who told me.”

Mia was even more confused. She shook her head.

“Wha- He doesn’t know.”

The woman smiled at Mia again.

“He said he’s known for quite some time. I need to see someone else now, but I’ll come back a little later. You want me to send him in?”

Mia was mortified. He couldn’t know. She would never tell a soul. She had promised herself. It was her secret. How did he know?

But she wanted him there.

She looked at the nurse, and she seemed to understand.

After she walked out, it took only a few seconds before James came in. He lowered the lights a little. He didn’t like bright lights, and she didn’t either.

He sat down next to her and looked at her.

Mia didn’t know what to say or do. Her mouth just hung slightly agape, trying to form words.

“You don’t need to say anything. Just know that I want to help.”

“… Why?”

“You’re… a little like me. You seem to know where to stop pushing me, others don’t. And... you call me James.”

His voice was low like a whisper, but firm. And Mia knew how much what he said meant. It was exactly that she liked with him as well.

“And… there is absolutely nothing wrong with how you look. To me…” he looked down, seeming to contemplate whether he dared to speak the next words.

“To me… you’re beautiful. And, not just because of your looks. You don’t give up. You keep fighting.”

Mia felt tears run down her cheeks. It was strange. Crying because you’re happy.

“No one has called me beautiful before…”

“That’s their problem.”

Mia didn’t know what to say now.

“You don’t need people who don’t do you good. You need those who wants to give you something back. You need me.”

Mia sniffed with a smile as she reached out for James to take her hand. He looked at it for a few seconds before grabbing her hand with his human one.  

“You know... this is the first time we’re talking.”

“Yes,” James gave her hand a firm squeeze. 

“And it will not be the last.”

[rockybalfeatherboa]

More B&T headcanons

More hc

-Ted has his haircut bc he pretty much just showed the barber a picture of Dee Dee Ramone

-Bill can (casually) dress pretty well but ted is the one who usually needs,,,a lil help

-he gains a better sense of fashion after high school when he moves in with bill tho

-every time they drink together ted does this lil hip swivel fists up dance when he’s drunk and bill absolutely hates it

-bills mom used to be a bad ass biker gang chick w a lot of tattoos but now she’s in jail,,,she’s really sweet and bill and his dad go to visitation often (sometimes ted tags along and he’s always so excited!! To see !!! mama s. preston esquire !!!!)

-they only have like 2 classes together but they sit with each other at lunch

-they’re both passing English but uhh not too well in everything else

-they’re in and out of detention a lot only sometimes bc they won’t stop talking and giggling during class but mostly bc of tardies

-they have learned how to have basically entire conversations thru facial expressions

-Bill can forge his dad’s signature perfectly and as far as Eugene Preston Esq. knows nothing happens at school

-Ted has a B+ in chemistry bc he cheats his motherfuckin ASS off !!!

-ted loves his dad and capt. Logan loves ted but they just,,,,are very out of touch w each other.. Ted’s dad is super old fashioned (according to the cartoon he’s a republican yikes!) and doesn’t really understand Ted’s personality or the new hip times of San Dimas 1988.. i like to imagine their dynamic like Eric and Red Forman

-both bill and ted place heavy metal and rock as their #1 music taste but synth and gangsta rap come very close

-Bill almost knows an entire cheerleading routine from watching them when they practice

-Ted and Deacon are so cool as brothers they have sworn to never snitch on each other to their dad

-missy is not a dumb hoe!!! Or a gold digger or sugar baby!!!,,,she’s just a super hopeless romantic and falls in and out of love easily, and her charms make men wanna propose to her every one luvs missy she’s so good!!

-ok ppl will admit she’s a lil weird,,,but very cool as well 😎

-Ted had to keep taking the driving test over and over bc he keeps hitting the cones and the only reason he got he license is bc one instructor got so tired of him always bein in the DMV she just passed him anyway

-Bill and ted give each other DIY piercings all the time and the only ones that don’t close up are the ones in their ears and even those got infected (once)

-like for example bill tried to pierce Ted’s nose and they already had enough trouble trying to get the nose ring thru the hole (that was bleeding a lot), but then his body just kinda ,,rejected the (cheap) jewelry over time and the hole closed up in like 2 weeks

-Bill was able to hide his shoulder tattoo from his dad for about half a year before they took a trip to the water park and had to do some explaining real fucking quick

-Ted loves Van Halen and especially David lee Roth and one time got a Charlie horse from trying to do those high kick jumps

-Ted’s dad is the type of guy to stand up in his living room and salute when the national anthem plays on tv and ted and deacon think that shit is so corny

-Bills dad tries so hard to be the hip cool dad bill kinda thinks it’s embarrassing but he loves the freedom he gets

-Bill n ted tried to recruit ppl for Wyld Stallyns but not too many ppl at school were interested and Deacon wasn’t really either.. they weren’t too bummed out bc they have big dreams about getting Eddie Van Halen

-Ted will only let go of a hug if u let go first

-Bill has a major crush on Christina Applegate as Kelly Bundy and pretty much only watches the show for her

-At deacon’s baseball games Capt. Logan is pretty quiet until something good happens then he stands up and goes “thaT’S MY SON!!!!! THATS MY SON!!!!! “

-he gets uncomfortable when ted tried to hug him (bc of old fashioned values about guys hugging and toxic masculinity) but he lets it happen,, ted goes all in while Capt. Logan gives a half hearted hug back but ted is oblivious to this

-Bill has glasses but doesn’t wear em bc his vision isn’t *that* bad but he pulls em out whenever he needs to read a sign from super far way

-before they settled on “Wyld Stallyns” bill and ted have considered the following: Rat Piss (with drawn logo provided by bill of a hand squeezing the piss out of a rat), Silk Angel, Jayne Mansfield’s Head, and Loins o’ Fire,,,,they wanted to be Van Halen so fucking bad

-Deacon jokingly suggested “The Brothers Bonehead” but they were just like shut up Deacon

-Ted could (and absolutely will!) inhale an entire jar of pickles

-same thing for bill but except with Kings Hawaiian bread rolls (were those a thing in the 80s-90s?? ah who cares)

-they’re both ticklish but especially Bill !!!!!

-every Christmas is just a battle of “idk dude what do YOU want?”

-whenever bill gets nervous her gets a slight lisp it’s kinda like the S sounds as a “thzhz” sound but it’s very very unnoticeable unless ur really listening

-Ted’s laugh is the purest sound to touch ur ears,,,heart emoji

-and bill has a lovely singing voice it’s so clear and deep and so nice ted and everyone loves it

-Ted wears a bandana sometimes,,he looks cute ,, just putting that out there

-also ted used to love dinosaurs and reading about them ,, he still does but just doesn’t read about them as much anymore but his love for dinos is still 💯

[kyber-kisses]

Promises

(gif not mine, credit to owner)

Carl Grimes X Reader

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff? idk

Summary: The reader and Carl have been best friends since the beginning of the end. It was only a matter of time before one fell for the other, or they both fell for each other.

You caught Carl Grimes attention the moment Rick brought you through the gates of the prison. Your y/h/c hair was tied back in boxer braids, stray strands sticking out all over the place due to your time on the move. dirt caked your face which in the end only made your y/e/c eyes even bolder. Rick held your weapons in his hands, still unsure if the group could trust you or not. He was being cautious, you understood that. Carl had been standing just within the entrance of the prison, holding his three week old sister in his arms. Usually when the group came across new people they were weary and alert, but something about you was different. One look at you and he knew he could trust you. He couldn't explain it. 

Needless to say, The young Grimes instincts turned out to be right. You became a valued member of the group at the prison. You helped take care of Judith, you were one of the best when it came to quick supply runs, and to add onto that you were extremely skilled when it came to weapons. 

It didn't take long for you and Carl to become attached at the hip. Carl and y/n. y/n and Carl. The dynamic duo, partners in crime, Butch and Sundance, Calvin and Hobbes, Thelma and Louise, Rocky and Bullwinkle. You two were the ultimate duo. When the people from Woodbury moved into the prison the two of you desperately tried to desperate from the group of helpless children who now occupied the compound. So your time was spent mostly patrolling the outer fences or helping Rick garden. 

During the time that the deadly sickness was spreading through the prison, the western fence collapsed, sending dozens of walkers into the prison. You, Carl, and Rick cut down and shot every reanimated corpse in your path. You didn't realize your changing feelings for Carl until the last walker hit the ground and he kissed you right on the lips, thus propelling you into a crush on your best friend. 

You stayed quiet about it for years, pushing those feelings to the back of your mind because, lets be honest, there were bigger things to worry about. But once you found Alexandria something in your dynamic shifted. It was a good shift though. . .

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You tapped your foot impatiently as you stood at the closed gates of Alexandria. Carl and Michonne were supposed to be back any minute now, yet you were starting to grow worried.

“Y/n! Open the gates, they’re back!” Rosita’s voice echoed down from the platform across the street from where you stood. You quickly let out a sigh of relief, rushing forward to open the large gate. A smile immediately spreading across your face as the car rolled into the safe zone. Quickly closing the gates behind them you crossed your arms, striding towards the figure sliding out of the passenger seat. 

“Okay Grimes, what do you have for me?” You smirked, walking up to the blue eyed boy. You watched as he rolled his eye, before ducking back into the car to grab something. A moment later he was tossing the unknown object over to you with a similar smirk. You caught it quickly, looking down at what was in your hands your smile widened.

“No way. . .” 

“Yes way.” Carl laughed, tucking his hands back into his pockets and walking over to you.

“Where did you even find this?” You questioned, turning over the object in your hands to make sure what you were actually seeing was in fact real. Gripped tightly in your calloused hands was an unscathed, unopened bottle of Coca-cola. It was the one item you constantly looked for when you went on supply runs. 

“ An old factory a few miles north. There was a tipped over vending machine in one of the hallways. Had to fight a few dozen walkers to get it.”

Your smile fell as you looked back up at Carl.

“I told you not to risk your life to get me anything.” Carl shrugged his shoulders, looking at you with a soft expression.

“I had to. You brought me back that record a few weeks ago.”

It had become a tradition whenever you or Carl went out on runs. It was like a little game- maybe a promise even. If one of you was going on a supply run, you had to bring something back for the other. Weather that be half of a smiley face eraser or a license plate. The intention was that if they were bringing back an object, they would come back along with it. 

“Okay, fine.” You twisted the metal cap off of the bottle, shoving it into your back pocket.”But your sharing this with me.” 

“Its yours, take it.”

“Carl Grimes, you deserve half of this for going through the trouble of getting it.”

He knew there was no point in fighting you, so he surrendered, following you as you walked down the street towards home.

“Where are we going now?”

You raised an eyebrow in surprise, turning to your best friend.

“Your insane if you think im drinking this thing warm. The only proper way to drink this is with ice.”

The two of you soon found yourselves leaning against the kitchen island, chilled glasses resting next to your hands. It was one of those moments where you found yourself desperately wanting to turn to the boy next to you and tell him how you felt. How you liked him more than a friend- much more in fact. You turned to look at him for a moment. His one good eye was closed, letting the sun filter through the window and onto his face. He looked peaceful. Content. You knew it wouldn't last though. In the world that you were living in peace never lasted too long. It was that though that gave you that last ounce of courage you needed to speak.

“Carl, I need to tell you something.” You spoke- breaking the comfortable silence. Carl opened his eye, turning to you in worry.

“What happened?”

“Nothing! Nothing happened, its just something that I have been meaning to tell you for awhile now.” You looked down at the tiled floor, fidgeting with your hands. You fell silent again- worry consuming your thoughts. “Okay- so what are you going to tell me?”

“I have a big, fat crush on you Carl Grimes.” Your eyes widened as the realization of what just came out of your mouth sank in. “Now I totally get it and understand if you don’t like me that way, but I just needed to get that off my chest.” Before you could continue you were stopped by Carl.

“Your joking right? About thinking I don’t like you back?” He chuckled, turning his body towards you. You squinted your eyes in confusion, not knowing how to answer.

“No. . .?” You questioned slowly, not sure where this was going.

“Do you not remember at all what I said to you back at the prison?” He smiled again in amusement. Your eyes widened as the memory came back to you. This whole time you thought it didn’t mean a thing. How dumb could you possibly be?! You mentally slapped yourself.

“I though you were joking!” You raised your voice in surprise, eyes somehow widening even more.

“Why?! Why would I be joking?! It was the end of the world!- Hell it still is!” The both of you were in a mutual state of confusion and shock. Just two dumb ass, oblivious best friends who were completely head over heels in love with each other. Before you could retaliate, Carl was grabbing your face and pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. Your eyes widening for a moment before fluttering shut and melting into the kiss. After another moment, he pulled away, the faintest hint of a smile dancing across his lips.

“I’m going to be ding that a lot more- if you don’t mind.”

“Hell- i’m not stopping you.” You smirked, wiping his bangs away from his face.

“Good.”

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And so the ultimate power couple was forged in a world gone sour. Some things changed in your dynamic, but many stayed the same. You still brought Carl junk and trinkets from your supply runs, and he did as well. The amount of flirting had risen though, and greetings and goodbyes always ended or began in kisses, and terrible pick-up lines were thrown left and right just for amusement and to get the other person to cringe. In other words- you were just two love-sick idiots living in a world ruled by the dead. It was like that for awhile- probably around the time span of a year before Carl threw another curve-ball at you.

Like always, you found yourself checking the time on your watch again, waiting for Carl and his dad to return from their current supply run. You were not on gate duty this time, so when you head the gentle hum of an engine entering Alexandria, you began your trek down the street towards the gates. When you saw the figures of Carl and Rick you rushed forward, pulling them each into an embrace.

“Glad your back. I was starting to worry.” You chuckled.  “You don’t need to worry Y/N. It was just a quick run to Hilltop.” Rick countered, resting a hand on his Sons shoulder.

“I cant help it. I’m a worrier.” You chuckled, turning back to Carl and holding out your hand to accept whatever trinket your boyfriend had brought back for you.

“Hand it over Grimes.” You watched Carls facial expression shift from amused to more serious. But not the kind of serious that would have you concerned. It was softer. He gently took your hand before using his other to reach into his pocket, he then pressed the small object into your palm, closing your fingers around it. As his hands fell back to his sides, you opened your hand to reveal a small, simple ring- cast from iron. Your eyes widened as you looked up at Rick and then to Carl himself.

“Carl Grimes-” You began, - but were cut off by him.

“We’re both 18 now arn’t we? Or somewhere around that age at least right?” He lightly titled his head, a smile gracing his features. Meanwhile Rick stood to the side- a confused, and amused expression on his face.

“You two mind telling me whats going on?” He questioned lightly, crossing his arms. Your eyes went back to Carl as you softly chuckled.

“We should probably tell him. . .”

“Probably a good idea.” Carl nodded. The two of you turning to look at Rick. Carl spoke to his father first.

“Back at the prison, the night where the walkers broke through the fence. . .” He stopped for a moment, waiting for Rick to show that he remembered what he was talking about.” I Kissed Y/N. It was a heat of the moment decision. All the walkers were dead and she had completely blown my mind. - So I kissed her, and I asked her to marry me. I was a kid who had a crush.” You watched an amused smile spread across Ricks face as he chuckled, crossing his arms.

“Is that so?”

“Oh yep! Your reckless, stubborn son did in fact ask me to marry me when we were 14 years old.” You laughed lightly, turning to look at Carl.

“Of course he did.” Rick spoke, massaging his temple, a smile still on his lips.

“I said to him: “Oh Carl, we’re too young. Ask me again when we’re 18 and Ill say yes.” I didn’t find out until about a year ago that he actually meant it.” You added, looking back down at the small ring in your hand.

“So I wanted to follow through with my promise.” Carl spoke up, looking at the smile on his fathers face.

“Michonne is going to get a kick out of this.” Rick laughed. “But I’m not gonna stop the two of you.” He shouldered his duffel bag, still laughing. “Ill meet you two at the house.” And with that he walked off, leaving you and Carl to walk home together. You slipped the small band onto your finger, admiring the simplicity of it.

“Where did you even find this?” 

“I didn’t. I asked the blacksmith at Hilltop to make it.” Carl took hold of your hand, watching your features soften even more. You shook your head in disbelief.

“You never cease to amaze me Grimes.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too Cowboy.”

A/N: This is longer than my normal pieces and it took me forever, but I had this idea awhile back. I hope you guys like it.