#ive stolen the twins

[fashionablyenigmatic]

Cadmus Christmas Carol Pt. 4 1/2

"Well, clearly it did for me," Cadmus said as they blinked back to his penthouse. "I honestly still have zero clue why you are even here! Yes, I live quite well. None of what you showed me has turned me into a hard-hearted scrooge. I've even moved on from those past traumas. I have a semi-decent relationship with Dad and Stan. I commit to charity work, and a good solid 35% of the finances I control go to proper charities around the world. A damn sight better than other people in my level of wealth. So I may play a villain on occasion, but it's to keep up appearances. I'm not evil. So what do you need, an expense report? A flipping PowerPoint? Why are we doing this?" Cadmus said all this while feeling the top of his head to make sure the horns were back and in good order.

The ghost just rolled his eyes. "I just have one thing to ask."

"And that is?" He asked exasperated.

"Have you taken a look around your home?"

Cadmus looked around for any new additions that may be present. "Everything looks fine, art deco industrial style, granted the lighting isn't great... Wait, do you mean the lack of holiday decorations? We all go to Monroe Manor for the holidays, why bother?" Cadmus turned to reface the cherubic version of himself, but it was gone. "Ohh, fuck off!"

"Of course, a ghost would ghost me," Cadmus muttered as he stretched and made his way to the kitchen. He didn't know how long it would take for the next spirit to appear, but he wasn't planning on sleeping tonight, so he might as well get some coffee. His penthouse was unusually quiet, and he noticed that the icy rain outside had shifted into snow. He sat at the bar in his kitchen, contemplating who the next Yule spirit would be. Would it be some form of Santa, like in the story? He hoped not. It would be annoying to have a jolly old man pressuring him to go out and be merry. Couldn't he just have a quiet evening alone?

The coffee finished brewing, and he poured himself a cup. Just as he was lost in thought, lightning struck outside his window, startling him and causing him to spill coffee everywhere. He sighed and turned to get some napkins when he suddenly screamed. Two twink-like figures with the same face, dressed in red and green suits, stood behind him.

"Louk, I think we startled him."

"Yes, Skaga, we did."

Cadmus panted, trying to recompose himself. "Fuck... You!" At this point, he thought, who needs coffee? "Please tell me you two aren't?"

"Yes, we are," said Skaga.

"The ghosts of Yule present," said Luok.

"Really?" Cadmus said, sounding unconvinced. "Neither of you are dead."

"We're vultures."

"So pretty close."

Cadmus stood and adjusted his suit. "Fair enough... Wait... I've read the story, twins! Want and Ignorance. Isn't that who you are supposed to be?" He mused.

"Well, yes, and no," said Skaga.

"We aren't the ignorant ones, Cadmus. Besides, we're your guests, and you've yet to offer us food. Quite," Luok responded.

"Rude," Skaga finished.

"Guys, are you going to do the whole twin thing the entire time? Also, if you want food, there's a dead pigeon right on the balcony."

@passimtemere

@violeteyedkiller

[hopkei]

delving back into the ketosota tag on twitter for things to sub and i didnt even realize how much i missed them until now;;;

[stationk17]

Its been 6 years since ive drawn anything for TAZ Balance (oops) but looked through old art and i saw my old stolen century designs and had to draw them again, starting with the twins

Ill post the rest all at once whenever i finish them, I just wanted to show off these two

[myladysapphire]

His Sapphire Princess (IV)

After the night in the brothel Rhaenyra is married to Laenor Velayron to protect the birth of her child. who in the years to follow is the only one of Rhaenyra's children that is believed to be his, she is loved by all in the red keep, even queen Alicent adores the girl, so when Rhaenyra proposes a marriage between Aemond and Rhaenyra's daughter Visenya, Alicent happily agrees.

The children having been best friends in their youths are more than happy to be wed but when the incident at drift mark occurs things change, will it be for better or worse?

word count: 2,327

CW: violence

Fem!oc x Aemond Targeryen (can be read as x reader)

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disclaimer:  i do not own any of claim any of the A song of ice and  fire characters, all rights belong to GRR MARTIN, all characters are his  except for my OC

Visenya

Her brothers woke her in a panic, pulling her out of bed and dragging her through the halls of Driftmark, claiming Vhagar had been stolen.

“You can’t steal a dragon” she yawned, wiping at her eyes, confused as to what they meant.

“but she was mine to claim, someone stole my right!” Rhaena whined. of course, cloaking him, she hoped it was Aemond, though she would admit Rhaena should have been able to attempt to claim her, but if it was Aemond that truly claimed her she could find no fault in it.

“dragons aren’t inherited Rhaena, anyone could claim Vhagar, not just you” Visenya spoke, her tone harsher than she meant “I’m going back to bed” she went to turn back but luke jumped in front of her, his best puppy eyes on display

“Senya, please, what if it’s a bad guy, we need your help” Luke begged.

“fine” she sighed in defeat, she had her dagger she supposed if someone had  actually taken Vhagar she could defend them, though she saw no point of this escapade.

Vhagar roared as she landed, her new rider, a beacon of silver in the night sky, climbing down her rope.

“it’s him” spoke Jace.

it was Aemond, just as she hoped. His face was smug, his walk confident. he was like a whole new person. 

“Aemond?” she questioned softly, rubbing up to him, “you claimed her?”  

his eyes glimmered as he looked at her, a true smile gracing his lips. He wasn’t a new person, he was still her Aemond.

“Vhagar is my mother's dragon” Rhaena stated.

“your mothers dead” he replied, scowling. “and Vhagar has a new rider now.”

“Aemond” she chined, elbowing him softly. 

“she was mine to claim” Rhaena declared.

“Vhagar choose her rider, if Aemond weren’t meant to claim her then she wouldn’t have allowed him to claim her” Visneya reasoned, trying to calm the group, though it was all for nought as shouts of protest were heard from the twins.

Aemond moved forward,  placing her behind him “Then you should've claimed her!” he looked at Jace and Luke then back to Rhaena, “ Maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride… It would suit you.”

Baela launched herself at Aemond, before being pushed off. “come at me again, and I’ll feed you to Dragon”

The next few moments were filled with yells and screams as her brothers and cousins attacked Aemond.

“stop!” Visenya demanded, moving to pull Baela off of Aemond, only to be elbowed and pushed against a rock. 

“Senya!” Aemond and Jace screamed, the attack coming to a halt. 

“it’s ok,” she tried to reassure, rubbing her head as she sat up “just stop fighting, it will not give Rhaena a dragon, nor will it take Aemonds away from him!” 

“he stole Vhagar, she was mine to claim!” Rhaena once again insisted.

“yeah, yeah we get it ok! just stop this fighting!… please” 

Baela turned to look at her, sighing as if ready to coincide before looking at Aemond. his hand rested behind Visenya's back, his face still smug.

she charged at him again, pushing him away from Visneya and to the ground. Jace followed punching him in the face before shoving them away.

she wasn’t sure what would happend next, her head pushing too hard, liquid filling her ears. the words flame and bastard sounded, her brother Jace in Aemonds hold, a rock to his head.

“no stop!” she screamed, crawling over, unable to find balance, her dagger falling from her pocket as she pulled Jace away. 

Luke grabbed her dagger and dived at Aemond, Visneya despite the fact her blurred vision, she managed to jump in front of Aemond, the dagger driving through his eye and the side of her neck.

After that, it all went black.

The hall was tense as a maester worked with Aemond and Visneya. 

No one dared to speak.

Several maesters cared for Visenya, her neck seeping in blood, her body still unconscious, and her brothers crying beside her. Luke begging for her to be alright. 

Aemond had insisted on being as close to her as possible, refusing to let go of her hand, and only doing so when it became apparent it was interfering with the maesters work. 

“How could you allow such as thing to happen?” Viserys demanded, furious “I will have answers”

“The princes and princess were supposed to be abed, my king” Ser Harold spoke

“Who had to watch” Viserys demanded

“The young prince was attacked by his cousins, your grace, and the princess by her brothers,” Ser Criston remarked

Outraged with these responses Viserys shouted “you swore oaths to protect and defend my blood”

“I’m very sorry, your grace,” Ser Harrold told him

“The king's guard has never had to defend princes from princes, your grace” Ser Criston spoke

The hall was quiet, the fury of the king growing. His granddaughter lay on the table, unconscious as blood seeped out of her neck, the Maesters still trying to locate the bleeding. 

“That is no answer!” Viserys spat

“It will heal, will it not maester?” Alicent asked she knew that the eye would be lost, but she still had hoped the seven would be merciful.

Solemnly the maester replied “the flesh will heal, but the eye is lost, your grace”

Nodding, a tear falling from her eye, she looked towards Visenya “what of the princess maester?”

Giving a small sad smile the lead maester working on Visenya stepped back to look at the king and queen, “we cannot tell yet your grace, we cannot seem to locate the bleeding and until we do, we cannot say”

Letting out an anguished cry Alicent moved to Aegon slapping him “where were you?”

Recoiling away Aegon spoke “me? Ow! What was that for?” he complained, almost ashamed. He had been getting drunk whilst his brother and niece suffered, that was enough to sober him. He worried the sight would make him burst in tears.

Alicent sneered “that was nothing compared to the abuse your brother and niece suffered while you were drowning in your cups” looking down ashamed, all Aegon could do was whisper a small as sorry.

“Where is Rhaenyra, her daughter has suffered a grave injury at the hands of her sons… where is Rhaenyra!” Alicent demanded to the room. The people equally confused as to where the princess was, remained silent.

Lord Corlys and princess Rhaenys entered the hall, demanding what had happened “what is the meaning of this”

Princess Rhaenys quickly went to her granddaughters, before catching sight of Visneay on the table, a small cry leaving her lips “what has happened?” she demanded. “What has happened to my granddaughter” the silence once more filled the room, as no one could answer.

Rhaenyra and Daemon were the last to enter the room, Daemon smug and nonchalant, Rhaenyra confused and guilty. She was quick to tun to her sons, not even bothering to look for her daughter. “what happened? Jace, Luke? Show me, show me!” taking Luke’s face in her hands she asked, “where is your sister?” both boys looked down before pointing to the table surrounded by maesters.

“Oh, my sweet girl” Rhaenyra cried taking Rhaenys place next to her daughter, as Rheanys moved to her Beala and Rheana.

“They attacked us!” Aemond spat, causing the other children to being shouting contrasting statements.

“He attacked Baela”

“He broke Luke’s nose!”

“He stole my mother’s dragon!”

“ENOUGH” Viserys demanded, his confusion only increasing at the children's ranting, 

“He was going to kill Jace!” Luke shouted

“I didn’t do anything! And you’re the one who attacked Visenya!” Aemond shot back, furious, she was defending him from their attack, they were to blame not him. He had lost his eye, his Visenya was wounded and unconscious. 

“Enough!” Viserys demanded, once again. 

Rhaenyra had made her way back to her sons, allowing the Maesters their space to work, as they finally located the bleeding.

“It should be my son telling the tale” Alicent demanded.

Luke whispered what was said to his mother “he called us bastards”

Hitting his cane on the ground Viserys demanded once again “silence” moving to look at Aemond he demanded the truth “Aemond, I will have the truth of what happened, now!”

“What else is there to hear? Your son and granddaughter maimed…Her son is responsible”

“It was a regrettable accident” Rhaenyra spoke, she didn’t want to believe what Luke had done, let alone to his sister. 

“The prince Lucerys brought a blade to an ambush. He meant to kill my son, he might yet have killed your daughter” Alicent spoke viciously, how could Rhaenyra defend her sons after what they did to her daughter, to Aemond?

“It was my sons who were attacked and forced to defend themselves… Vile insults were levied against them” Rhaenyra declared

“What insults?” Viserys asked

Hesitating, knowing it was the unspoken truth, Rhaenyra replied “the legitimacy of my son’s birth was put loudly to the question”

“What?”

Speaking up, Luke has a tremor in his voice as he casts a look at his sister, guilt filling his body “he called us bastards”

“My sons are in line to inherit the iron throne, your grace. This is the highest of treasons…. Prince Aemond must be Sharpley questioned so we might learn where he heard such slanders” Rhaenyra spoke

In disbelief at Rhaenyra’s audacity, Alicent spoke “over an insult? My son has lost an eye! What of your daughter what is your sons’ excuses for her!?” she demanded, looking over to Visenya, the Maesters had finally stopped the bleeding, but she was yet to wake. 

“You tell me boy, where did you hear this lie?” Viserys demanded, he knew the truth, he was not blind, he knew they were not Laenor’s and guilt filled him that he did not give his daughter a husband who could give her more than one child, even that he doubted, that she had to look elsewhere.

Worried, everyone knew it was Alicent who spread the rumours “this insult was training yard bluster, it was nothing”

Ignoring his wife, Viserys asked again “Aemond, I asked you a question!”

Interrupting again Alicent asked “where is Ser Laenor, I wonder? The children’s father? Perhaps he might have something to say on the matter.”

“Yes, where is Ser Laenor?”

Rhaenyra admitted, “I do not know, your grace, I could not find sleep, I had gone on a walk.”

Alicent rolled her eyes and muttered “entertaining his young squires, I would venture”

Asking again, Viserys spoke “Aemond, look at me. Your king demands answer. Who spoke these lies to you?”

Aemond shifted his gaze to his mother, “It was Aegon” he answered. He would not sell out his mother, even if they all knew it was really her.

“Me?” Aegon asked confused, he did not care nor ever mention if they were bastards. He was rather fond of Luke and Jace, they often had fun together. He could care less about their parentage.

“And you, boy? Where did you hear such calumnies?” Viserys spat “Aegon! Tell me the truth of it!”

Giving up, with a sigh Aegon spoke “We know, father. Everyone knows. Just look at them”

“This interminable infighting must cease! All of you! We are family! Now make your apologies and show goodwill to one another. Your father, your grandsire, your king demands it.” Viserys spoke.

“That is insufficient. Aemond has been damaged, permanently, Visenya who knows if she will wake. ‘Good will’ cannot make Aemond whole” Alicent spat

“I know Alicent, but I cannot restore an eye,” Viserys said with a deep sigh, he looked to Visenya. Her face was terribly pale, her neck was being wrapped and her head stitched.

“No, because it’s been taken!” 

“What would you have me do?”

“There is a debt to be paid. I shall have one of her son’s eyes in return” Alicent declared, gasps filling the hall.

“My dear wife-”

Her eyes watered, her son, their sons’ eye had been taken and he does not seem to care “he is your son, Viserys. Your blood”

“Do not allow your temper to guide your judgment” Viserys warned

“If the king will not seek justice, the queen will. Ser Criston… Bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon.” Alicent ordered.

Luke let out a nervous shout for his mother, moving to hide behind her. 

“he can choose which eye to keep, a privilege he did not grant my son” Alicent spoke, Ser Criston stared down at her, unsure of what to do.

Speaking to Criston Viserys demanded “you will do no such thing… Stay your hand”

“no, you are sworn to me!” she shouted at Ser Criston, as he stood unsurely “As your protector, my queen.”

“This matter is finished, do you understand?” Viserys spoke to Alicent, moving away before declaring “and let it be known, anyone whose tongue dares to question the birth of Princess Rhaenyra’s sons should have it removed!”

“Thank you, father” Rhaenyra spoke, Alicent enraged moved towards Viserys grabbing his dagger and charging at Rhaenyra and her sons.

Shouts filled the hall, trying to get Alicent to stop, but she continued.

“you’ve gone too far” Rhaneyra spoke, grabbing Alicents arm, preventing the dagger from diving into her son's eye.

“i? what have I done but what expected of me? Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, the law. While you flout all to do as you, please” Alicent spat in reply. “Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? And now you take my son's eye, and to that event, you feel entitled”

“Exhausting, wasn’t it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness” Rhaenyra replied, seeing Alicent face drop and her grip on the blade began to loosen. “But now they see you as you truly are,” she said lowly, the dagger slipped from Alicent’s hand, down Rhaenyra's arm, blood dripping to the ground.

“This proceeding is at an end” Viserys declared.

next chapter

[cokoweee]

Drops this and runs far far away 🏃‍♀️💨

Tw for suicidal thoughts and attempt

~

Donatello woke up in the medbay. An IV was hooked to his vein, shifting slightly as he flexed his arm. He groaned, rubbing a hand against the top of his head. A fine layer of fuzz brushed over his fingertips.

Was he growing hair? That was… bizarre. He was pretty sure that hadn’t been there yesterday. But then again, he’d been pretty much catatonic for nearly a month. He ran his fingers through the fuzz once more just to be sure. Sure enough, a thin layer covered his head.

There were more pressing matters though. Like how on earth had his twin appeared to him last night? He had no idea how any of the Hamato ghost stuff worked. He could search for his dads scrolls.

Or

He could join his brothers.

It was a perfect idea. He would see them again and then he would be ok. He would feel whole. There was no one here to miss him anyway.

He stood up quietly, careful not to disturb the sleeping goat in the corner as he unhooked himself from the IV. He softly padded his way to the medicine cabinet, face set in a grim determination. He reached inside and snagged the first thing he saw.

A bottle of ibuprofen? Perfect.

A stolen bottle of Norco? Even better.

He grabbed both and reached to the side to take a small daisy cup and fill it with water. He took another daisy cup and opened the bottles. Slowly emptying both, painstakingly taking the effort to make no noise, he swirled the pills around the cup with his finger.

He stared at it blankly. The cup was nearly full, but not quite. Was he really going to do this? He reached up again to grab a large bottle of NyQuill as well as a few unlabeled bottles. He emptied the water cup and filled it to the brim with the ni quill before topping off the drug cocktail cup with a healthy dose of pain meds.

He moved the cup in his hand, listening to the sound it made. Would it be the last he ever heard? Falling asleep to never wake up again? Or would he die slowly and painfully like his brothers had, listening to himself take his last breath?

He raised his eyes to the sleeping figure in the corner. A twinge if something aches in his chest as he watches the alchemist's chest rise and fall. He was going to single handedly leave him without a family.

But it was better this way. Better to be out of his hair than to live as a disappointment. He tipped both cups in his mouth at once, swallowing quickly and headed back to his cot.

He expected to feel something. But he just felt numb. There was no remorse, no guilt, no regret. He’d expected at least one of those. He’d never wanted to die before the invasion. But he had no one -nothing- to live for.

Voices hissed around him. They were not his own. He shook slightly as they screamed at him to wake up Drax. He didn’t want to. He wanted to see his brothers. He didn’t want to deal with this.

The room took on a hazy edge. Colors shifted together as his lungs sluggishly forced air in and out. It felt like something was pressing down on his chest, keeping him from breathing. His stomach hurt. He didn’t really like that part. The haze shifted slowly to darkness, covering his vision completely.

His heart raced. He could still feel things. But he couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe.

He panicked. His lungs hurt. He didn’t want to hurt. He just wanted to see his brother. He just-

“What did you do to yourself boy?” Draxum spoke with a hushed voice, a clear urgency behind it.

When he gave no answer, he was forced on his side. A tube stuck down his throat. He gagged, but Draxum forced the tube further. He still couldn’t breathe.

Fat tears leaked from his closed eyes. He didn’t want to die like this. But he didn’t want to live like this either.

Sounds floated around him as he laid there, tears leaking pathetically from his face. He shook violently, whether it was from the tube in his throat or his crying he had no clue. He messed up.

The tube was pulled from his mouth. He gagged again, heaving slightly, but nothing came up.

“You don’t have anything in your stomach right now.” Draxum explained slowly. “Can you open your eyes for me?”

His eyelids fluttered open after a beat. He looked up shakily to see Draxum staring at him in disbelief. He looked away, his face heating in shame. What was he supposed to do now? Tell him thank you? It wouldn’t be genuine. A part of him wanted to wait for him to go to bed and find another way- an easier way- to see his brothers, one Draxum couldn’t save him from. Another part of him wished he had never even attempted to do this. He knew his brothers would be upset if they knew he had tried.

He took a deep breath and opened his mouth. He meant to tell him thank you anyway. But a small warbled chirp came out instead. Childish and fearful. He chirped again, unable to find his words. Draxum just looked at him, a pitiful expression on his face. He warbled another chirp, letting it fall into a sob that raked his entire body.

Draxum pulled him close, sheltering his body from the rest of the medbay. He bleated a soft melody back to him, his hand rubbing circles over his bare shell. He didn’t want to dwell on the fact that someone was here caring for him. Loving him and making sure that he was ok. That he was wrong in his assumption that no one cared. That there was someone that cared about him. That wanted him safe.

He was exhausted. He slumped against his fathers chest, tears mixing with his exposed fur and clung to him. He let himself be rocked back and forth gently as he fell asleep.

He would find an easier way to see his brothers.

~

Donatello shuffled his feet over the floor, a blanket wrapped around him like a cape. He needed this, he reminded himself.

He’d tried everything. Listening to music louder than his own thoughts. But somehow his own head was louder than anything his speakers could produce. He still put it on though, focusing on that instead of the whispers in his head.

He’d welded his brother's rooms shut so he wouldn’t think about how they would stay empty forever. But now he had nothing left of his brothers. Not to mention, he was a danger to the only person who still cared about him he had left.

He needed a way to stop it.

He stopped outside the spare train car Draxum had been using for the past week. He needed this, he reminded himself.

Draxum had cleared the house of anything he could use to harm himself. Knives disappeared from the kitchen, the bathroom and med bay had been raided for any leftover medications. He was out of options.

He dragged his feet across the floor as he walked in. The alchemist was at his desk, mixing together a tincture for him. He wondered if it was the one to help him to sleep at night, or the one that would knock him out when he had another inevitable episode. He hoped it wasn’t the second, he had a fix for that.

“Yes? What would you like?” He murmured, not looking up from his work.

“I have a way to stop the episodes.”

Draxum’s head rose from the desk, his face painting a clear picture of his doubt.

He shuffled on his feet again, pulling the blueprints from beneath the blanket and handing them wordlessly to the goat. He took them quickly and frowned as his eyes skimmed the page.

“You’re joking right? This isn’t sustainable in any way.”

He shook his head. “I almost blew up the house the other day.” He countered quickly. “And the week before I fried everything within a mile radius of me. And- and the week before that I- I, ya know. I need a way to control it and now I have it.”

“It’s inhumane is what it is.”

“Oh, and when have you ever cared about being humane?”

“I will not attach a shocking device to my only living son.” He said firmly, planting his hoof to the floor.

He could have said a lot of things at that moment. That he was not his son. That Draxum was not his father. That he had tried to kill him on multiple occasions. That the only reason he was even here was because his dad seemed to have a fond spot for him. But he didn’t. He needed a way to make it work.

“There has to be something else you could do. Something else you want?” He questioned slowly.

“I want my brothers back.” He spat. “I want my dad and sister back. But I can’t have that can I?” He growled, ignoring the flash of fear in the alchemist's face as his ninpo flared protectively.

“You don’t get it. You don’t get what it’s like to have the voices of your dead family in your head. You don’t get what it’s like to never have that stop. You don’t get what it’s like to see them only to have them disappear. You don’t get what it’s like to lose control of yourself, the-the one thing that still connects you to your family still. To know that you can’t control it.

“I need it.” He quavered, not caring that he was practically begging. “I can’t live like this anymore. I feel like I’m going insane and I don’t -I don’t know any other way to fix it. What do I need to do to convince you? I’ll do anything. Anything.”

The goat stared at him as he sank to the ground, curling the blanket around himself and tightening into a ball. He had that stupid pitting look on his face again. It made him want to throw things. He wasn’t a child. He knew what he was doing, he didn’t have to be treated like a fragile little doll.

“Lower the voltage and set a limit.” He responded after a beat.

“Of course yeah yeah I’ll do that.” He breathed, letting some of the tension fall from his body. “It’s a yes then?”

“Only because I believe it will help you in the long run.” He said, running a hand over his face.

~

Donnie opened his eyes. His face was pressed against the smooth surface of the chair Draxum had used. It was wildly uncomfortable. He moved a hand to push himself up blinking slowly.

His back felt stiff. He sat up to stretch when a hand pushed him back down.

“Let’s take it slow, yeah?”

The hand moved to his bottom of his back, another reaching for his hand. He accepted the hand and carefully sat up. Something twinged in his shell and he stretched. He hadn’t expected it to hurt this much.

He sat for a moment, eyes raking over the room. Other than the occasional shuffle from his goat father, there was no sound. His head was silent. There were no voices telling him what to do, what to think. A laugh bubbled up from his chest.

It was quiet.

~

I love taking source material and blowing it way out of proportion

Anyway that’s all for this so, au revoir

-writing anon 🤡

I still have to edit the not angsty fic

AT THIS POINT U WRITIMG THE PARTS I CANT AHDHEHAYAHFHWOAHDHW

Tw/cw will DEFINETLY be put but AUGHH RAAUUGHGARARARARARARARRA

Part 2

[sophsicle]

oliver wood?????? soph youve just stolen my heart hes my baby hes my best friend hes That Guy!!! pls what are your thoughts and hcs about himmm

Here are my scribbled oliver wood notes from my notes app for your viewing pleasure:

ive played around with it being Percy who starts to check up on Oliver but like, tbh they're too similar, i think one of the twins makes more sense, especially cause they're on the team and i am always obsessed with the interaction in chamber of secrets where fred and george are like "oliver don't you fucking send harry back out there with that bludger" and oliver does it anyway, like i just love protective older brother weasley twins and i wanna see them lay into him about that after Harry gets hurt

and i just see oliver as being so stuck in his head, like his brain latches on to quidditch cause it's like routine, it's skill, it's strategy, it's something he can control, but i see hims struggling in school and social situations for those reasons (like on the outside i think he appears kind of confident but on the inside i see him just like continuously picking himself apart, obsessing, obsessing, obsessing)

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for not wanting to gift my friend a collector's item anymore?

So i (20sF) recently bought a collectors item that was pretty expensive to me (about $100). Since it was expensive i followed the shipping tracking very closely and noticed it wasnt updating its location after a few days. I feared it may have been lost or stolen so i contacted the seller to see what they could do and they inmediatly sent a replacement for free without really discussing anything with me.

Soon after i was told i was getting a replacement, the original package arrived. The location just wasnt updating due to my location. So now i have 2 of the same collectors item. I do not want to be another scalper reselling for a way higher price than original so i thought itd be best to gift it or sell it on a lower price to a friend. Inmediatly my friend Gab (20sX) came to mind.

This collectors item was a combination of my and Gab's special interests. Gab's special interest is a tv show with a lot of merchandise and they have a pretty large collection of this merchandise. This collector's item is my special interest's take on this tv show. (I do like this tv show as well which is why i bought the item but not as much as Gab does)

Since it was near the holidays i thought about just gifting it to Gab as a christmas present. I never told Gab that i wanted to do this.

When my first item arrived i called Gab so they could see me unbox it. On the call i mentioned the second package and they started acting very entitled about it. They started saying i should just give it to them (we are not english speaking and the word they used for "give" is a lot more demanding) and they just kept badgering me about it for a few days. Eventually i told them the package never arrived since i was doubting about giving it to them.

Idk, i feel like if before demanding it they had offered to buy it i wouldve just agreed, or if maybe they had been more subtle about it and tried hinting that it wouldve been a good christmas present i wouldve played along. Hell, maybe even if they had said "gift it to me" instead of "give it to me" i wouldve totally done it.

Ive discussed it with my family a few times and while my younger sister agrees with me (although she doesnt really like Gab and it just feels spiteful from her), my twin brother and my parents say im a huge AH and that im just getting hung up on the wording of things as an excuse to not do a nice thing and just get money by selling it to someone else.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[bradshawsbaby]

Si Vis Amari Ama

SERIES MASTERLIST

Pairings: Rooster (Roman Name: Gallus) x Female Reader (Roman Name: Sabina), featuring Hangman (Roman Name: Carnifex) x Phoenix

Summary: A girl whose freedom was stolen to pay her father’s debts. A gladiator enslaved for the entertainment of Rome. A love they never thought possible.

Warnings: This series is 18+ for mature content. Slavery in the ancient world, physical abuse and injury, gladiatorial combat and brutality, use of coarse language, eventual sexual content—and yes, despite all this, romance and fluff.

A Roman Guide to the Daggers: Please reference this guide as a cheat sheet for the Latinized names of the Dagger Squad, as well as a small glossary of Roman terminology used throughout the story.

Shout Outs: Thank you to @ryebecca and @luminousnotmatter​ for allowing me to inundate them with my thoughts and ramblings, and for being such wonderful supporters of this story! Special shout out to Rebecca for giving me the idea for the title. It’s attributed to the Roman philosopher Seneca, and translates to, “If you wish to be loved, love.”

Story Playlist: None of my stories would be complete without a playlist! As always, this one is a work in progress, so feel free to send in recommendations and suggestions!

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I. Twin Flames

II. Healing Hands

III. A Gladiator’s Oath

IV. Kissed by Fire

V. Revelations

VI. Rising Stakes

VII. A Banquet to Remember

VIII. Let the Games Begin

MORE TO COME!

[moondrop-writes]

Child of Dionysus grieving after Castor’s death and maybe people around camp start to get really worried cause she’s like barely leaving her cabin and so Mr D kinda helps her through it cause he can tell she’s taking it really hard?

hi!! ive been an absolute bitch abt responding to asks so i am so sorry abt that 😭 i’ve been so busy w/ things but everything i’m doing should settle within the next few weeks and i’ll probably get back to being consistent. tysm everyone for your patience <3

The battle was settled, but it certainly didn’t feel like it. The air was still heavy with grief and bloodshed, and everyone’s nerves seemed to be frayed. They’d won. They should’ve been celebrating. But there was nothing joyous in partying when your siblings and family had died.

The Dionysus cabin was small, especially considering that Dionysus had only been freed of his punishment twice. Once, when he met your mother. And the other time, when he met your brothers mother.

Castor, despite the small quantity of the cabin, managed to be the glue of the three of you. While you and Pastor were the more mellow and quiet of the siblings, Castor certainly was not. His smile could light up a room, and he always knew the right thing to say.

Castor and Pollux were twins, both younger than you. Even if you weren’t related by blood, they were still your brothers. They still managed to pull this protective older sibling feel out of you.

It was bad enough when Pollux had nearly lost an arm one time but now? You weren’t sure if you were ever going to be okay again.

Castor’s death felt like a hole inside you. It was as if somebody took your heart and tore out the stem that held all memories of your little brother. He was always in your thoughts, never did a day pass where you didn’t think of him, but he was taken from you.

Children shouldn’t fight wars, you had told your father that much. You refused to let Castor and Pollux fight, but they were boys of honor. In their eyes, if they didn’t fight in Dionysus’ honor, it was disrespectful. It was something that you wished many times you could smack out of them.

Being honorbound was not a good thing.

You couldn’t imagine how Pollux felt, his twin, his other half stolen from him. But you knew very well how you felt. There was a deep ache in you, that would never be satisfied.

Curled up against the headboard of your bed, you stared at the walls, watching the wilted vines and leaves. Once they had shined, just like Castor but now they were dull. You knew they were meant to reflect the mood of those in the cabin, but even then, they couldn’t capture the utter anguish you felt.

Sunlight filtered in through the curtains, spilling rays over your face and your bedsheets. You were wearing old clothes, stained with tears and food, and your hair was tangled. A knot had formed in your throat, preventing you from making any sound other than soft cries.

The door to the cabin creaked open, and you slowly shifted your head to see your father. He was dressed in his finest suit, no doubt prepared for a meeting with the council. He sighed when he caught sight of you, and walked further into the cabin.

“This place is dreary,” he comments, placing his hands on your bedposts. You stared at him, eyebrows furrowed and your lashline red.

When you don’t reply, he only shakes his head and purses his lips.

“I know…I know you miss him,” he whispers thickly, “more than anything. I miss him too, Y/N, and so does Pollux.”

He walks around the bed, and sits next to you. The bed dips, and he gently tugs you against his side. You rest your cheek against his shoulder, feeling that knot in your throat tighten before beginning to break up.

“But…Pollux and I miss you too.”

“What?” you croak, voice breaking.

He cups your cheek, tilting your head up so your eyes could meet. When your eyes begin to bubble over with tears, and he rests his chin on your head.

“You’re gone, Y/N. We can’t reach you, and it’s like we’re talking to a ghost. Pollux and I…we’re trying to move on and you’ve got to as well.”

You sob wetly into his suit jacket. “I can’t—he’s g-gone and there’s nothing I could’ve done—“

“Shhh, baby, don’t cry.”

“I’m trying so hard, Papa—“ you cut yourself off with a whimper, choking on your own gasps.

He runs his hand through your greasy tangled mess of hair, and doesn’t care when his fingers get caught. “You need to take care of yourself,” he says, “you can grieve without hurting yourself like this.”

You cry, and cry, and cry. You cry until your nose is running and your eyes are swollen. You cry until your throat burns. You cry because you had spent so long missing your little brother, feeling so much pain and hurt and yet being unable to get any of it out. And now you can, and you cant stop.

And Dionysus holds you through all of it. He whispers soft nothings into your ear and his warmth enveloping you. His fingers are in your hair, on your cheeks, rubbing your back. It’s his sweet attempt at comfort, and you never want to let go of it.

You never want to let go of him, or Pollux or even Castor. But you know, if you let go of yourself, you’re letting go of the people you care about just as much.

[jinglebellpeppre]

some tbosas modern au headcanons, mostly just the pack tbh, some of them are ooc but uh… shush

gonna be real with u, some of the headcanons r like partially stolen from other ppls fanfics or posts that ive read so if u see something on this list that u came up with plz dont be angry or anything i just stole it cuz it was cool💔

family headcanons🎉

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coral and mizzen r half siblings with the same dad, mizzen lives with coral, her mom, and their dad bc his mom is dead 🎀 mizzen has a cat that he’s keeping secret from their parents, gee sure this wont turn out to be a big disaster in one of the fics im writing

dill and reaper r cousins, they live in the same house bc reapers mother wouldn’t let him come back to live with her after he got out of juvie or something i haven’t put too much thought into this, other than them the people in the household r their grandparents, dills parents, and dills older siblings, as well as two dogs

treech lives with his parents, grandmother, and his siblings, hes the middle child tragically. dont have a whole lot of thought put into this one ngl, i dont think about treech very much

lamina lives next door to treech, she lives with her dad, and like three cats, her mom died when she was younger and her relationship with her dad is pretty strained since

tanner and brandy r twins, brandy’s older, they have two younger sisters, their parents should definitely be divorced but they won’t fsr. on their farm they have a few chickens, a herd of cows, and two horses

lucy gray obvs lives with the covey, her parents r still dead tho I’m not sure quite what killed them in this universe but its not that important. idk if they have confirmed ages but i made barb azure the oldest. barb azures gf is over to their home so frequently that she doesn’t even bother knocking b4 coming in

teslee lives with her mother, and two older siblings, she took over the garage for her projects, one time her sibling tried to park their car in the garage and she screamed at them for thirty minutes bc they knocked over one of her drones 🎀

circ is teslees cousin, he lives with his parents and siblings, two older, one younger, also haven’t put a whole lot of thought into him and teslee bc i only recently realized how silly they were 💔

bobbin and wovey r cousins, wovey and her older brother moved in with bobbin and his parents after their parents died. bobbin takes his job of protecting his little cousin at school very seriously, they’re very close

alrighttt i haven’t thought about any of the other tributes enough so we’re gonna move on to regular various headcanons 🫶

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coral needs glasses to read bc shes farsighted (whattt me? projecting? nooo never)

lamina always wanted a little sibling but never got one so she borrows corals 🫶 mizzen doesn’t mind being assigned a second older sister except for when lamina tries to get him to let her do his makeup (a well placed bribe of candy can convince him to let her on occasion, treech saved a picture for blackmail 🎀)

the pack as a friend group includes lamina and brandy, lamina and coral get along pretty well in this universe

if mizzen decides you have wronged him he will never forget about it, he still brings up the time treech accidentally hit him in the face with a door like four years later

teslee, dill, and circ have been friends since elementary school, they haven’t been in any classes together since sixth grade tho bc teslee and circ r both in advanced classes and dill is in remedial english bc of her undiagnosed dyslexia

mizzen is a weird kid, he’s been bullied pretty much since he started going to school, this leads him to get in a fights, which is why he was expelled from his first middle school 🎀

dill and mizzen have remedial english together bc both of them r dyslexic

sejanus’s ma teaches english and remedial english at their school

coral is the captain of her schools swim team

reaper and coral aren’t exactly friends but if they run into each other they’ll chat

mizzen and dill both thought the other hated them when they first met

cc takes orchestra a bit too seriously, if he hears u refer to a viola as a violin or something he may jump u

bobbin is in robotics with circ which is how they met, bobbin was once asked to sit out of a robotics competition bc he was too competitive and started swearing at the other team when they accidentally broke off a piece of his teams robot

teslee is in advanced english with cc, cc loves creative writing and teslee likes analyzing books. teslee and cc are friends but that all goes out the window when it comes to their grade in this class, teslee gets very upset when he gets a better grade than her on an assignment and cc has that little brother tendency to tease her when this happens. they aren’t allowed to sit beside each other anymore

mizzen and teslee have beef but they have to tolerate each other bc they’re both close friends with dill

coral has mommy issues bc her mom’s lowkey a narcissist and refuses to get therapy for the generational trauma shes passing on to coral and mizzen 🎀

brandy is the fastest to crash out when someones bothering her, if she doesn’t like you she will make sure yk and she will start throwing hands with no warning

teslee secured an internship with beetee for during her freshman year next year and she won’t stop talking about it

mizzen doesn’t believe in sunscreen

reaper loves painting flowers, he keeps his watercolor palette on his person at all times

the pack all borrow each others clothes

coral had a huge crush on persephone at one point but she never said anything and their friendship started to fade

mizzen does NOT know how to care for himself, his skin is sun damaged, his lips are perpetually cracked, his hair is outrageously dry from how much time he spends in salt water

coral is a barista

dill and reapers family are the caretakers for a graveyard, they live in a house in the graveyard and reaper helps to dig the graves, dill’s embarrassed of living in a grave yard and has never invited anyone to her house b4

wovey likes making friendship bracelets, all of her friends have at least four bracelets by this point

dill’s that one friend whos out of school sick like every other week, one time she had to be hospitalized and mizzen skipped school to come hang out with her

bobbin likes sewing, he makes outfits for mizzens cat sometimes

mizzen has braces

i have more but i can’t remember them so i may reblog this with more later, hope u enjoyed :3

[tojisun]

HI SUNNY HONEY (it rhymes bc it's true, you lovely lovely person)

i went to the british museum today and i love that place v much it's maybe my favourite place in London (I am.. nerd). me being brown i have mixed feeling about all the "donations" (COLONIAL THIEVERY) that are there BUT this is one of my favourite sculptures ever and I want to show you hehe

it's the crouching venus and i thinks she's so pretty!! i don't have hip dips but she does and whenever i see people online being insecure about them all i can think about is the fact that the goddess of beauty has those same features!! they're gorgeous!! and her bit of pudge is just yum validating.

the first one's of twin deities apollo and artemis slaying the 12 children of niobe bc she boasted to their mum (leto) that she has so many more kids. petty petty gods

the second one is from south india (looks tamil but may be from a diff southern state im not too sure) but it's v pretty and I like it lots :)

i love sculptures they're so pretty and so impressive. my favourite ever i think is the Veiled Virgin - the folds of marble are actually like insane

this is... a colossal rant of nonsense but i hope i haven't bored you right to sleep

drink WATER and eat yummy food love you lots sun🕺🕺

HI VIOLET MY BELOVED (it sorta RHYMES! and it is true because you are just such lovely soul)

this is not a colossal rant of nonsense—this is a colossal rant of what you love and for that i’m sat 🥹 thank you for sharing pictures to me!! the british museum is one of the places ive always wanted to visit (but also wanting to boycott because of their colonial thievery!!!) and its so full of pretty (STOLEN) artifacts hhhhh

i love love that sculpture of venus. in my ancient roman class, we talked sm about sculptures of her and, how, rome is not as open w nude so those who are fashioned using the portrait type of venus is denoting a message of how they’re as beautiful as venus or they’re as bountiful as venus. or smthn like that!! i have hip dips and seeing venus have it is so 🥹

apollo and artermis’ devotion to their mother is quite…fascinating, to say the least. i remember that the first myth ik of them with their mother was the one where they slayed the giant tityus because he attempted to rape leto. i was ultimately hooked with the three of them.

that (possibly) tamil sculpture is so rich in detail! the leafery design surrounding the deity, as well as the jewels shes adorning; the pose and the facial expression; the regality!!! oh but im obsessed

and i love the veiled virgin sculpture too!! its so fascinating how sculptures can make marble look see through???? LIKE? HOW

heres some snapshots of what we have in our museum too! its located in my university so i cant rlly disclose heheh but-

take care of yourself too oki?? i love you lots!!!

[nordictwin]

A list of my IWATEX AUs and fanfics.

Since a lot of people have found me through IWATEX, I figured I should probably make an actual list of my AUs and fanfiction, just to have them all in one place.

Fragmented Futures - aka. the Everyone Knows AU

Probably the one most of you are here for, since it's the one I've posted about the most, but written the least for in terms of actual fic. An AU in which all of the Stratos-Helios kids suddenly become aware, that they're stuck in a timeloop... all except Sol. Or so the others think.

A story full of kids being friends, learning new stuff about themselves, and a generous dash of eldritch shenanigans.

Currently in the works for this AU: an as of yet "non-canon" vent-fic, in which I subject Sol to something a little more realistic than my usual treatment of them. Not sure if it'll be incorporated into the fic proper, but as of this point in writing, it's just meant to be a little side-thing set in the same universe.

The Tragedy of the Exocolony on Vertumna IV

The AU/fanfiction that has me in a chokehold at the moment, TOTEOV is an eldritch horror story that takes all my love for Sym and the Overseer, flips it upside-down, and turns it into a toxic mess of good intentions gone horrifically wrong. Oh, and Rex and Vace are forced to work together.

A story that draws heavily on the tropes of children stolen away by the supernatural, such as The Pied Piper of Hamelin and other fae tales.

Heed the tags. Seriously.

The Solution AU

An AU I've never really mentioned here except once, nor written a single word for. Ironically, this is actually the origin AU of TOTEOV.

The basic premise is that Sol, after many trips around the loop, decides to look for a permanent solution. They eventually decide that the best way to do so, is for them to become a Gardener from the very beginning and create an entirely new timeline from scratch. In collaboration with the Overseer, they turn the clock back to just before the Verma's departure and get implanted in the system as a seed to sprout in the future.

The issue is that this means Solanaceae won't ever have existed amongst the humans. And they're fine with paying this price, if it means a more harmonious future overall.

So aboard the Stratospheric, when that time comes, there is no child born to Flulu and Geranium, no cheerful Sol amongst the kids. Instead, when Besk dies, the twins are adopted by the cultivators and grow up... not quite the same as in the original timeline, but also not too different from how we know them.

And on Vertumna, Sol welcomes humanity to guide their gradual integration into the ecosystem. Looking from afar, forgotten by everyone they love except the Gardeners.

......except this is one of my AUs, so of course nothing is as it seems, and Sol will re-learn just how strong the power of love is.

The Person You'll Grow to Be - completed, canon-compliant fanfic.

My first fanfic for this fandom. Aka the Flulu Loves Her Kid So Much fic.

A story going from Flulu learning of her pregnancy all the way to her death during the famine. An tale of her love for Sol and how she felt about a lot of things.

[blondetwinsisters]

Of course ppl are targeting me it happens on every app I join im not surprised I appealed because I generally try not to violate the guidelines I don’t post 🌽

Another example of false reports that these website just don’t review :( it’s upsetting usually it’s local haters i thought but I have them from everywhere now. My instagrams constantly get deleted by ppl reporting and them using ai,same thing happened on Reddit the locals of the city I was born in raised in didn’t believe I was even from Edmonton or I had a twin so they mocked me and falsely banned me for rule number 3 which is “using other people’s photos without their consent”, I got banned on Snapchat for a bikini photo,twitter aka x banned me for a bikini profile pic as sexual guidelines still have the exact pic

Fetlife banned me from user reports too it said I got alot of reports so I had to verify my ID and i couldn’t do it in their deadline because it was basically stolen then when i did they on a new account it disappeared seemly without reason, multiple girls iv never met make rumors of me

Both locals from my city that the ppl sent me both lies

My biggest local Reddit group ran by some 50 year old lady banned me becuz she didn’t believe me so I offered to send in my id and my sis id and i sent photos of when we were younger and she said that’s not you

Im literally always being falsely reported or targeted

Here’s the fet life example of “multiple users reporting me “ when I only post in local groups

Like this stuff is unfair :( Jelousy is a sickness

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

THEY NEED TO MAKE UP FOR LOST TIME NOW THAT THEY HAVE THEIR LIL FAMILY

SCREAMING because this is the realest shit ive ever read. like actually teared up.

even though they probably made up for the years they weren't together, it still doesn't feel like it for them and probably never will. there will never be a second where they're not together and not breathing the same air.

and even when they get all domestic, like with Leon getting the groceries, there's still that little bit of worry/panic in her that what if he somehow doesn't come back? they still have those feelings even now with the twins grown. 😭😭😭

THEY DO!!!!! THEY HAD A LIFE THEY COULD'VE HAD STOLEN FROM THEM

leon still has fears that ada will leave, ada has fears that she'll never be enough for him. they both have a lot of combined fears for their girls too. ada had a hard time when she had them, struggling with post partem and just thinking that she'll never be a good enough mom.

lots of leon also worrying that his job was going to get his girls killed. that they tiniest bit of a chance to have a family and life with ada was still worth it to try for it. that nothing in life is worth it without risk. but both of them would do anything to keep their girls safe!!!

they have small soft domestic moments where everything feels okay but it always feel like the world will come crashing down on them :'))) that something or someone will take ada or his girls away from him :')))))))

[cherienymphe]

Oh agreed lol. The first one just hit different and I also think the motive behind the "murder" in knives out was just better. More personal. Almost everything about the first one was just better

I’m gonna be so real here and say I don’t even remember what the motive was or who did it 😭 the only thing that comes to mind when I think of that movie is Madelyn Cline and Kate Hudson (and then obviously Daniel Craig) but I do just remember not liking it as much as knives out in general. Plus the overall vibes of KO are just better and there’s also Ransom sooo 🤭

Ive only watched it maybe three times and considering I'm not crazy about it I didn't retain everything but in summary the main guy wanted to create some new dangerous way to make energy (see Hindenburg disaster) and he'd stolen the idea from original Janelle Monae and she revealed her hand to him by showing she had proof of him ripping her off so he killed her and Janelle Monae's twin gets roped in by going to Blanc as a means to find out what happened to her sister. Their friend group is full of shitty people with no backbones and main guy loves to play clue-esque brain teaser games within the friend group and this particular one resulted in them going to his island where all the hijinks take place

[enthblaze]

some fun facts about giovanni:

he's leo's twin (obviously)

he became the team medic after Leo took upon the title of leader

he feels inferior to Leo thanks to that

he learns the healing mantras just as Leo did as an additional part of his medical studies

unlike Leo, Van is a phenomenal liar. he's learnt the art of deception better than all of his brothers

he typically uses a bow and arrow and is often found in the background of fights rather than in the centre of the fray. he tends to pick off soldiers from afar and uses a variety of other throwing weapons (such as kunai and shuriken etc) to aid him

however, Van is also proficient with the use of Chinese Hook Swords (Shuang Gou), should he be caught in close combat. after learning of their mother's heritage, he took up the hook swords to honour their grandfather on Shen's side, who was also a martial artist

Leo and Van can wield each other's respective weapons with great skill too. they took the time to train extra hours to do so

Van gets along most with Donnie, purely because they're both found in the lab a lot of the time - Van because he's practicing medical procedures, and Donnie because he's tinkering or inventing

Van is the one who reigns Leo in when he's in a high strung frenzy, panicked state or in a fit of anger

they're often most in tune with each other's emotions more than the others. it makes it easier for Van to keep Leo in check before it gets too bad

he is named after italian artist Giovanni Bellini

when karai comes into the picture, Van is right by Raph in not trusting her

he resents karai for years. he believes her to have stolen his brother. it doesn't help they all share the same damn eye colour (amber)

when Leo goes through his rebellious phase with karai and shinigami, he's the one who gives him a huge lecture.

"you're OUR leader! you're MY brother!"

he hated that Leo was pulling away from him. Leo didn't even know Van was feeling this way. they have a long talk (ft a lot of crying)

Van is not as close to Splinter as Leo

Van calls the Shredder "Uncle Saki" when they cross paths or fight. he finds this hilarious

it makes the Shredder build a personal vendetta against him

his favourite food is waffle fries

and that's all ive got for today