#knowing damn well that those are literally his biological children

[hyperblue]

kon-el "conner" kent, doing an interview for gotham gazette about his relationship with tim while wearing the "im not the step dad, im the dad that stepped up" t-shirt

[ellecdc]

Dude, I don't know why I am asking this. But do you think poly moonwater will choose to be child free? I do think so. I mean, regulus past story and remus fury problem, I don't think they'll want kids at all

But if reader accidentally gets pregnant. Do you think they gonna keep their distance an arm lenght? I mean, I remember in the book remus trying to leave nymphadora who's pregnant at that moment (or is it after she gave birth? Can't really remember) by trying to help Harry looking for the idk the name of it, voldemort collections?

oooouuuu this is a fun question! thanks for asking; and I think that happened before teddy lupin was born and they were searching for Voldemort's horcruxes! - also, in regards to canon, I think the reason remus felt willing to take off was because he truly was sort of all alone: no parents, no siblings, no family, no friends. Plus society constantly shitting on him, plus there being a war etc etc, he felt very desperate and didn't feel like he could handle being responsible for nymphadora and a child

But of course since WE DON'T LIVE IN A WOLD WITH VOLDEMORT OVER HERE 🙃🙃🙃🙃 I think this is a valid question

(my answer is going to be SFW until the page break below - I will put warnings ahead of time for minors)

My answer would be yes, I agree that Regulus and Remus would perhaps wish to be childfree. Like you said, Remus feels like society views him as a stain and he wouldn't want to pass that legacy onto a child (biologically his or not), and he also wouldn't want to put a child through the pain of seeing their father suffer through every lunar cycle. Regulus had a horrific childhood and would be very scared to be anything like his mother or father, and I kind of see him as this guy who really doesn't know what to do with kids...he never had a childhood really, and never was around other kids until he was at Hogwarts, and by then he was right traumatized soooo yes I agree, he would be worried about having children.

As for our darling reader finding out she was pregnant? I have some thoughts on that.

I think Regulus has a deep rooted sense of duty and loyalty to his people, and ultimately, Remus and reader would be his people. Even if he hated the idea of reader being pregnant/having his child, I think he would shove that down so deep and just completely take on this role he never really wanted but hey, he's here now and he's going to do what he has to do. It was why he ended up in Slytherin (duty/loyalty to his family), and it was why he took the dark mark (duty/loyalty to his family). He took the mark because he believed that to be his role, his job in life - and if reader ended up pregnant, well, that was his duty then.

I think Remus would be a wild card. Remus never had a proper childhood either; he had to grow up really fast as he was bitten at only 4 years old. This means for as long as he can remember, he's been a werewolf. He didn't get to attend school (due to injuries/pains, scars, unexplained absences etc), he never had siblings, and he couldn't play with the village kids. So not only does he not necessarily know what to do with kids, I think he'd still have some of those "the kid would be better off without me, I can't curse another life to me and my lycanthropy) BUT I think he'd have been around Harry and loved that kid so damn much, and he'd have his friends and loved ones to help him come to terms with it.

This could be a cute fic request.

now.....as for the NSFW stuff (18+, minors don't look down here)

I have this headcanon that pureblood's have a breeding kink....they were literally bred, born, and raised to carry on the bloodline and produce heirs - so I don't think Regulus was fucking innocent in that conception LOL he would have been very excited thinking about spilling inside of reader and getting her knocked up.

in a similar vein, I also believe that there is a primal side of Remus with his lycanthropy which would ALSO support a breeding kink - truly fucks like an animal tbh and gets so turned on at the thought of filling reader up

okay sorry for being a dirty horn dog thanks byeeeee

[hazel2468]

ALRIGHT jumping in to talk about gender and sexuality in my little fucking universe because all of this is SUPER cool, and because my wife and I worked really hard to ensure that the world we made (initially for a homebrew DnD campaign and now just a whole setting of its own) was enticing for our VERY queer group of friends, but also had some fucking ISSUES.

How sexuality and gender is handled ENTIRELY depends. On where you go. For example- in Avalon, which is a nation almost entirely supported by the VERY mixed city of Fairgold, they're pretty damn chill about sexuality and gender. Love who you want, be who you want. The entire philosophy that Fairgold was constructed on after the Cataclysm destroyed... almost everything (some 50,000 years ago don't worry about it) was the freedom to have a future and make your mark. Being not-straight and not-cis, as we understand those words (we don't really HAVE terms like "trans" and "bi" or "gay" in Avalonian, as these are just... Things that you are and that doesn't matter what DOES matter is are you making money?) is just considered NORMAL there. Fairgold is the place in Urae with the LEAST social restrictions on behavior, and it is a melting pot of people from all over not just the continent, but the known world. The closest we get to modern gendered concepts is in rural parts of Avalon, outside of Fairgold, where life is mostly farming and hunting, and we see mothers staying home with and raising their children and fathers going out and hunting. Aretea is a bit different. There is a MASSIVE emphasis on bloodlines, relation to royalty and the past, and social responsibility. A lot of the rules there apply MUCH less to the lower classes. No one cares if you're for example, a gay cis man who marries another gay cis man: if you decide you don't want your bloodline to continue? Eh. You're poor. Who cares. But among the nobility it is an ENTIRELY different issues. Aretean nobles are EXPECTED to reproduce biologically within marriages that are arranged by their families. It is a MUST. Now, there is some room for things like, say. A transgender man and a cis man being wed- provided that the trans man is willing and able to bear children "the old fashioned way" (without magical interference). There is also the unspoken rule of "arrangements" for people in marriages they would rather not be in. Having a lover (or several) on the side is all well and good, and many couples agree that, outside of their duties to produce heirs, they will see and be intimate with others. But it ALL must be kept very hush-hush. The principle of the matter. Even if people know you're doing that, they cannot KNOW, out loud, acknowledged publicly. This isn't even TOUCHING the bullshit that is Xandris, where sexuality and gender are not only completely outside of what we, in the real world, as humans think about as gender (Xandris is UNDERWATER and a lot of aquatic species can, and do, just... Change their biological sex!), but everything depends on SOCIAL CLASS! There are genders that ONLY people of a high enough class are ALLOWED to have! There is an entire gender of "Outcast" (lovingly joked about as "I identify as a fucking problem"- our first Barbarian was a Naga from Xandris who was technically trans, as he found that he related much better to the surface concept of "man" as opposed to his Xandrian gender).

There are a lot of other places to talk about, but the gist of it is that not only is everything varied. But there also wouldn't BE terms like "lesbian" or "gay" or "trans" in most places, at least not how we understand them. A big part of the world is that the Cataclysm destroyed the world before, and most of what Urae is BUILT on has been lost to history, quite literally destroyed. You may find derogatory terms and discrimination related to sexuality and gender: for example, in Xandris there are some genders that are "low class" that are considered insulting to be assigned. In Aretea, should a noble choose a relationship that cannot result in biological children, there are plenty of nasty things to be said, in addition to extreme social punishment- up to and including total loss of social status.

I love that the world we built is so queer.

I also love that we built this world and it is STILL. So supremely fucked up. None of this is touching on all of the really REALLY dark shit that happens in some places.

All the cultural relativism going away in a person's worldbuilding once they get to sexuality & gender

[ithisatanytime]

bladee - Gatekeeper (prod. Whitearmor+F1LTHY) #WODG

anyone scandalized by my mixing this kind of talk with talk of god has never read the bible are they did and are just very stupid, thats pretty common as well. god invented fucking, i know you probably dont want to hear that but he invented it, because he loves us and in the context of one man and one woman its a beautiful wonderful thing. there are lines in the bible that would flip your damn wig literally a line about israel lusting after horse dicks whos cum is like horse cum, the line itself is a metaphor for israels unfaithfulness to god but its not written any less explicitly than what i just wrote, there are a million lines like that and its important to bring it up not just to excuse my own salty language but because for instance people might say the story of onan was a really convoluted euphemism to condemn masturbation but thats just a flat out lie, god isnt going to hide such an important commandment in a story about a man using the pull out method to deny his brothers widows children  in one story and in the next be like israelites love horse cock and horse cum. jews are demonizing men and there sexuality, most importantly they are denying that men have real needs that woman frankly dont possess and its the duty of the wife to take care of those needs the bible says it explicitly, in that context what is “marital rape” its baloney is what it is and you kind of knew that already didnt you? you cant rape your fucking wife thats retarded, and even if you could being raped by someone whos already fucking you regularly is in a different universe from a black man with a knife raping you in an alley isnt it? lyin ass bitches yes it is. also the oft quoted phrase “rape is about power not sex”  where does that even come from? i looked it up its just something some dumb ass feminist slut said once with zero evidence, had she said its about power too i would be like fine sex can be argued to be about power in general sure i guess whatever you like, but rape is about sex in the same way mugging is about money, you could argue that mugging and theft is about power not money and there is just as much evidence to that point, but why push this absolutely retarded idea? because it denies once again that men have biological needs that can only be fulfilled by a wife. the incel situation is the same thing, most men are not getting pussy right now, most young men, over fifty percent, and they get shamed to hell and back for it claiming that well if they were just nicer or whatever, its the denial of mens real actual needs, the denial of any duty whatsoever on the behalf of women etc. i turn down advances IRL at least twice a month, im literally a volcel i guess, i dont know how that works am i still an incel if i turn down oportunitties for sex because they arent the opportunity i need? or am i a volcel? i tell you what im not, and thats living with my fucking wife, and neither are most men, and the idea is its liberated women, but these sluts are miserable too.

[lizzie-is-here]

ok i completely forgot to do this yesterday

but as many of you know, may 1-31 is aapi heritage month. and as a few of you know, i was adopted from china when i was a baby. for those of you who don’t know me:

hi, i’m lizzie. my chinese name is xiu hua lin (pronounced shiu hwah leen). my biological parents dumped me on a bridge without a clue to who they were, and i was adopted from chongqing before i turned one. i now live in a very conservative town in southern america. i know. ew.

and in the spirit of the month, i just wanted to share some stuff about my experiences in a very conservative town in a very conservative southern state in america.

my family is huge. my mom is the youngest of nine and my dad has six siblings. they all have kids, and most of those kids have kids. i’m practically related to every damn person in my school.

my town is very racist. and homophobic. and all the other forms of bigotry you could imagine. my own dad doesn’t believe in climate change and my aunt is racist towards her own children she chose to adopt.

being adopted means that i lost all cultural ties as soon as i got picked up. my very country/ignorant parents refused to even educate me or themselves on anything about my culture past the whole awkward adoption talk.

there’s a sort of identity crisis that happened to me when i was little. i kind of was realizing that i didn’t really agree with some of the stuff my family said and was working on figuring myself out. i still am.

but i’ve never felt really “american”. but “chinese” doesn’t seem like the right label either. i’m stuck in the middle of the “perpetual foreigner” stereotype and the mild disappointment from the chinese people at their restaurants every time i can’t speak mandarin back to them. it’s not anyone’s fault, but still.

when i was younger, i never really noticed racism at school. my school was catholic, so naive little me thought that that meant no bullying. but every now and then, i’ll look back and be like, “holy shit, that’s really fuckin’ racist”

every asian kid knows the whole “squinty eyes” and that one stupid rhyme, but i evidently wasn’t perceptive enough to realize that they were making fun of me.

when i was in first grade, my principal told me i had an “unfair advantage in the classroom” because i was asian.

i kind of noticed it more when i got called a “cat-eater” in fourth grade, and by the time a teacher told me that “we need the wall to keep out the foreigners” in middle school, i was well and truly done with the american school system. honestly just done with america in general lol

and when covid hit, i was scared to go back to school. if those people were bold enough to make those statements before, then what would they do now?

it wasn’t too bad going back, but the micro aggressions were enough to make me a bit snappier than usual.

and when the fox-eye trend came around, it just felt so unfair. these white girls were copying the same features they’d made fun of me for for literal years, and now it looks good on them? but on me it’s “chinky”??? the fuck?

when that one girl wore a cheongsam to prom with a slit way higher than any actual cheongsam, it was attractive. but if i’d worn one? bro i would’ve been hate crimed before i even got into the building.

i’m so done and tired of my culture (that i don’t even feel entitled to) being “done better” by the people that made fun of me for it. i’m tired of people who look like me being hypersexualized in media, and im tired of people complaining about “forced diversity” when the eternals and shang-chi came out.

literally it sounds so cliche but 19 years of bullshit from even my own friends and family is enough for me to snap.

anyway just wanted to rant for the beginning of aapi history month. and remember, asian american and pacific islander covers a lot of ethnicities, not just the ones you typically think about. use this time to stay up to date, appreciate asian creators and such, and stop aapi hate.

[regina-del-cielo]

I was thinking about Copley’s Murder Conspirancy Board (mostly to deal with the absolute rage that the scene with Andy Copley and Booker gives me because ‘UGH THESE MEN ARE SO S T U P I D’), and... I may have a Theory about it - which mostly delves into how much Booker and Copley were in actual contact with each other before the events of the movie.

TL;DR: the Murder Conspirancy Board was built with a contribution of Booker’s information, and Copley was Very Confused on the workings of the Guard’s immortality

(the Essay(TM) is under the cut)

This excellent post expounds on how these two Grieving Dumbasses Definitely Did Not Think Their Plan Through, but still what little they did plan was not done in two days. And I would like to think that Booker would have required more than One (1) Persuasive Speech to get him to potentially get his family outed and put in danger for the (tiny) chance of getting a cure for their immortality.

So they’d been in contact for a while, possibly for almost the whole ‘break year’. Copley has lost his wife two years before the movie, so when he and Booker met again he’s one year into mourning. If Andy needed a break from their jobs, I can’t imagine in what mental state Booker must have been.

Copley probably started looking into the Guard because man, that Surabaya mission was a masterpiece, and how come these guys aren’t mercenary superstars? But they’re like ghosts, and the IDs don’t really match their supposed ages... and dealing with his wife’s death made him go into a Nerd Spiral. And then he finds Booker.

So this is how I think it went: they meet again. They talk. Copley is a grieving widower, Booker goes ‘man don’t I relate’. Booker is probably drunk a lot of the time (maybe so is Copley, misery loves company and all that). They enter a positive feedback loop of sharing grief over lost loved ones. Copley probably spills that he knows something, that they’ve done great things and they have a gift obviously. Booker probably answers along the lines of ‘fuck the gift, it sucks. Didn’t save my children when they needed it’. Copley goes ‘well, medicine is much better today. What if you could do it now?’ And the rest is history.

A) Booker ‘helped’ with the Murder Conspirancy Board

We know for a fact that the Conspirancy Board contains information about the Guard ‘from the last 150 years’ which is, approximately, the time photography’s been around. And it makes sense - photos are pretty easily accessible, and Copley knows their faces. He probably scanned them from one of those fake IDs and then used a facial recognition software to find them in historical photographic archives. But we know (and by the end of the movie so does he) that the last 150 years is a nothing in their lifespan. And while going backwards Copley may have found Booker’s original birth and/or marriage records, nothing of the sort would exist for Joe, Nicky and Andy.

Despite how much we joke about the Guard’s faces being Everywhere in museums and art galleries around the world, we can assume that they wouldn’t leave so many traces of them behind. The two known art pieces representing Andy in an obviously recognizable manner, her portrait with Achilles and the Rodin, are in the cave in Val d’Argent. I don’t believe Nicky and Joe wouldn’t have similar storage places, especially for Joe’s own art. Without photographic evidence and before newspapers, trying to pinpoint the three of them across history would be harder than finding a specific needle in a haystack of needles... unless someone tells you where to look. 

When Andy enters Copley’s living room, he calls her ‘Andromache the Scythian, the eternal warrior’. But how could Copley have known that Andy’s “real” name was Andromache? It’s not on her IDs, and it’s not the top choice for a full name that has Andy as a nickname. It’s a literary name, of course it would appear through history in poems or plays or novels. And how could he have associated Nicky and Joe precisely to the Crusades with what he knows of them from the last 150 years alone? For all he knew, they could have been as old as the Punic Wars, or as young as the Battle of Lepanto. Assuming he’d actually caught on on them being together together.

Well, I think Booker told him. Maybe just a thing here or there, while Commiserating on How It Sucks being an Immortal, like ‘Andy’s been around for so long she doesn’t even remember her true age, that’s exhausting’ or ‘Joe and Nicky are ridiculous for two people whose first meeting consisted of killing each other during the fucking Crusades’. And Copley fell into another Nerd Spiral that brought him to understand that holy shit these people are much older than I thought what the fuck.

B) Copley is Very Confused on How Immortality Actually Works

Copley talks to Andy by calling her ‘eternal warrior’ and talking of her immortality as if it was some kind of gift that can somehow be transferred from one body to another (debatable, but... ok). But he’s also flabbergasted by her not healing from Booker’s shot, and later with Nile he says ‘but then why would the immortality leave?’, which is... well, it makes it sound like he thinks the immortals are some sort of Chosen Ones.

Which means that Copley knows nothing about Lykon. He had no idea that at some point the Guard will stop healing.

But why would he not know, since I just conjectured that Booker told him enough about immortality for him to pinpoint the origins of the eldest members of the Guard? Why would Booker not have told him such a central detail of their “power”? (Booker obviously knows about Lykon. We see Andy telling Nile, and you can bet that ‘is this thing permanent?’ is probably the third question Booker ever asked when he met the others. He can’t not know)

I think it’s because despite having bonded over their grief, they are approaching this ‘discovering what the fuck is up with immortality’ from two extremely different sides. 

Copley wants to know if there is some biological aspect to their immortality that may be ‘transferred’ or ‘activated’ in any random human being. He’s gotten into his head that their regenerative powers can end all diseases. Which. I could probably write another entire separate post on how this is far-fetched at best. Point being, Copley never thought his endeavour as taking the immortality from the Guard to give it to someone else. He thinks Andy and the others are going to live forever and ever.

Booker knows their immortality is not forever and ever, theoretically. He knows that at some point, in the future, he’s going to stop healing and die. But he Wants to Talk to the Manager about it, damn it. He wants his death to be a certainty he can quantify, not something that may happen in another five thousand years based on the data he’s got at his disposal. He wants to have the choice to end it tomorrow or in fifty years - if discovering what causes his immortality saves other people, well that’s an undeniable bonus, but it’s not the focus of his motivation.

Just like Booker and Copley didn’t cover all the potential ways in which Their Plan Could Go Wrong (and honestly, has Booker not learned yet just how fast they revive on average? He tells Nile that ‘big wounds take longer’, and still he revived from the grenade in three/four minutes!), I think they also didn’t Delve into their motivations for seeking that knowledge. Booker probably thought that Copley knowing of their immortality being relative was irrelevant, because of course the doctors will find something (the thing that makes them stop healing), and then he’ll die anyway, so who cares? 

And Copley... Copley was probably Convinced that the Guard was a group of superheroes that just needed to be suggested a new investment plan for using their powers, because saving individuals during wars and natural disasters is very noble and good, but come on, it’s inefficient as hell, they can do much better!

(It absolutely sends me that Copley saw the kind of accomplishments reached by the people that the Guard saved, or by their direct descendants, and STILL it didn’t occur to him that there was a pretty decent chance that sometime in the future they would save someone that would find the cure for ALS and/or other shitty diseases! HE’S LITERALLY HINDERING THEM!!!) 

[blocksandbloops]

May I interest you in some fem!hermit!Tommy fluff for you in this trying time?

This is set in an alternative version of @redorich 's hermit!Tommy AU. Diverging from the Dream SMP's raid on Hermitcraft. All you need to know is that family trees are convoluted, Tommy's name is Clementine. She's trans, we love her, she has wings and has adopted Grian as her weird almost twin brother.

After the whole "Dreamon" and "invasion" mess the Dream SMP folk didn't expect to hear much from the hermits besides the ones who attended MCC. They thought that the two servers would just continue to exist, independent of one another. Just drifting through the void mere inches apart but never really touching.

Oh how wrong they were.

The hermits were friendly but they had absolutely underestimated just how friendly.

Apparently, the moment Clementine so much as breathed a word about how much she missed her biological family, Scar -ever the kind and helpful mayor that he was- decided to throw a beach party!

Since Clemmy's extended family was pretty large and they didn't want anyone to feel left out, it was an open invitation to everyone on the Dream SMP as long as they behaved.

That point was driven home when a few people, like Antfrost and his unhealed, dog bitten asscheek, mentioned how upsetting the Hermits was definitely not a good idea.

(Deep down they knew that the reason they were really doing this was because the hermits were worried about them. The Dream SMP was just a bunch of traumatized children according to them. They weren't wrong in that assumption but no one wanted to admit that.)

So, when the day of the beach party finally dawned, they all put on their least threatening outfits and packed up their supplies, (where Tubbo got the surf board nobody wanted to question) and entered the portal just like they had done a few months prior.

A few things were different though, the sun was bright and beaming in the sky, soft puffy white clouds rolled by, only promising gentle shade instead of the dreary air of yesteryear.

The shopping district had been rebuilt from it's smoky ruins and they finally all had time to appreciate the lovingly built shops and roads. It looked so beautiful and vibrant, you could practically feel the fact that summer was in full swing.

The smell of nectar and sea salt drifted through the air, sweetening even the sourest of moods. This is what peace was to the hermits. This was their everyday. They were so lucky and they didn't even realize it.

Some people were taking notes of all the different building styles with bright eyes, hoping to replicate some of it when they got home, others were suddenly hit with a feeling of bitter inadequacy of it compared to their homes. Is this what a world without war could look like?

But, no matter the gloomy musings of the few, they were all here to let go for a day! To celebrate the good times and to kick back for seemingly the first time in forever.

Their welcome party this time simply consisted of one person.

It was a strange sight, seeing the Hermits' admin Xisuma without a mask on, wearing a god awful hawaiian shirt that Keralis had thrown at him with glee the moment he mentioned that he didn't have something to wear, and again, were those, gods forbid crocks?

"'Ello everyone! Wow this is quite the turn up. Scar wished he could be here to greet you all personally, but he's still too busy helping the others preparing for the barbecue, so you're stuck with me for the time being.

Now, if you'll kindly follow me, we set everything up pretty close to here, so we'll be there in a minute."

The walk over to the beach was short, but just as scenic as the rest of the server.

Warm, golden sand, gently lapping waves and lush plant life. The sound of the hermits' laughter and soft music filled the air as the smell of the previously mentioned barbecue proved a welcome distraction from whatever the hell was happening on the far right side of the beach (the ZIT trio built a karaoke machine. It was Zedaph's idea. It was also a horrible idea but they didn't seem to realize that yet.)

As they began to debate a plan of attack, no wait. ... fun? enjoyment? eh whatever.

A tall man jogged up to the group. Some people recognized him as Mumbo Jumbo, that one british guy with the mustache. Others, however, as that semi-scary redstone wizard who managed to create extremely powerful potion launchers during the invasion.

He was dressed just as down to earth as the others, holding a tall glass of lemonade in his hand and wearing a (quite goofy) sunhat he borrowed from Ren.

He was explaining something to X in hushed tones (something or other about a minor fire at the barbecue table?) When he looked past the gathering of guests and out towards the path that they had come from, and screeched.

"GRIAN PLEASE I'M HOLDING LEMONADE DON'T!" X reached over and grabbed the glass from his hands just in time for a cackling, feathered ball of something to crash into Mumbo, knocking him into the water with an audible "oof".

There was wild thrashing as the two tried to orient themselves, Grian somehow climbing onto Mumbo's back.

"CLEMMY! COME HELP ME DROWN MUMBO!" Grian waved towards a cluster of trees to their left, underneath which a small gathering of hermits was enjoying a bit of a reprieve from the sun.

"NOT YOU TOO!" came the mustachioed man's scream of distress.

Clementine, the whole terrifying six feet and three inches of a woman that she was, took off running to the water at full tilt towards the struggling brits.

Mumbo, having already formed a strategy in his head, did a perfect T-pose and feel backwards into the water, bringing down a screaming Grian with him. Clementine did a graceful swan dive into the water (how she executed that shall be left for viewer interpretation) and happily joined the fray, even the distressed calls of Stress behind her because "Gods damn it Clemmy! I spent an hour on your hair! And now it's ruined!" couldn't persuade her to give up on her mission to cause as much friendly chaos as possible.

She climbed out of the water a few minutes later, her hair a mess and a bright smile on her face.

"Techie! Wilby! Tubbo! Thank you guys so much for coming! I'm really glad that you could make it." She hugged them each close, enjoying the comfort of having them all together again.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." Techno relaxed his posture, trying not to fidget too much. He was getting better with crowds but it was still a lot.

"You may think he's joking but he literally dragged Quackity all the way to the portal because he was too busy doing his eyeliner and would've made us late." Wilbur snickered when she leaned in to hug him, earnings him one of her patented ear-splitting laughs.

"I got a recording of it!" Tubbo proudly announced, pulling out his video camera

while still holding an arm around her.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT! LET ME HAVE SOME DIGNITY MAN!" The aforementioned Mr. Fattest Ass in the cabinet screamed indignantly as soon as he got within hearing range.

"Quackity you never had any dignity. It's too late for that." Techno flicked the duck shapeshifter on the head, earning him even more annoyed rambling which he just chose to ignore.

"Well, I'm glad that that's settled, now, I have some people I'd like for you to meet."

She directed them towards the group sitting in the shade, which consisted of False, (a now soaking wet) Grian, Stess, Mumbo (who also looked like a disgruntled cat that was just given a bath), Iskall and Ren.

Meanwhile Doc and Cleo had a little cornered off area they'd nicknamed the "cool kids club" (it was because around this time the sun got strong enough to actually burn her and Doc just felt slightly iffy about the water, since he was, ya know, half robot.)

Clemmy threw herself down on a blanket in front of a grumbling Stress who set about actually making her hair look presentable.

Niki sat down next to them and began discussing the merits of different styles to put Clemmy's hair into.

Ranboo sheepishly sat down next to Cleo's lawn chair folding all of his gangly limbs under himself.

Wilbur happily plopped himself down next to Ren on a blanket and began to hum along to the other's guitar.

Techno lay dow his cape, deciding that a nap was the best course of action in that moment.

Fundy hesitated for a second before going down to the shore to relax and just put his feet in the water for now.

Philza, the awkward dad that he was, chose to sit down close enough to the girls that he'd be able to hear what they were talking about without intruding.

Tubbo placed his stuff down by Clemmy's feet and ran out to the shore with his surf board in hand.

Going through so many conflicts in such a short amount of time really tires a person out, especially ones as young as the ones from the SMP so getting this afternoon of rest truly helped ease some of the stress given to them by recent events.

(Beach episode pog?)

Of course, this little get together wasn't without it's faults. About two hours in Doc accidentally trampled False's sand castle, who in retaliation teamed up with Cleo to dump water on him while he was relaxing.

This little conflict evolved into a battle to see who could build the biggest and grandest sand castle between "Team Himbo" and "Team Women" (one of those was coined by Clemmy). Puffy and Stress set up a good system of transporting sand from point A to point B, allowing them to move faster. False got placed on detailing duty while Niki brought refreshments for the rest of the team. Alyssa was mostly helping out wherever she could, as Cleo worked her armour stand magic to make their castle feel even more alive.

Clemmy just shouted encouragements and bullied the opposing team.

(The member list of Team Himbo has been redacted to avoid any drama about who might qualify as a himbo in the given circumstances)

Somehow the guys managed to convince Techno to join them, which immediately stacked odds in their favor to which Eret and Iskall, being the non-binary legends they are, decided to side with Team Women, now renamed to "Team Prettier Than You".

Their building contest laated for another hour before X decided to try to stop them (it wasn't because of the time. It was because TFC and Grian started shouting things about structural integrity and adding stone parts to the walls and the contestants actually listened when he decided that it was getting out of hand.)

Then it was time to actually enjoy the barbecue. Techno surprised everyone with how delicious his baked potatoes ended up. Beef also got to flex his skills a little with, as you guessed it, beef.

Tubbo and Tango sadly had to eat further away then everyone because the moment they got within ten feet of the fire something mysteriously combusted.

After that, the ZIT trio busted out the karaoke machine and the night went from good to great.

The old Team Star was dared to sing a rendition of Hermit Gang and everyone younger than 25 felt physical distress during some parts.

The sleepy bois (+Tubbo) sang a cover of "Your new boyfriend" (Techno got surprisingly into it) and then Wilbur swiped Ren's guitar to sing some Taylor Swift songs (accompanied by Tubbo on a synth he seemingly pulled out of nowhere) in that one weird accent he can do which had most people wheezing on the floor from laughter after the first song.

Niki threw down a german cover of Say So by Doja Cat. Grian, Phil and Tommy were unconsciously doing the parrot dancing thing. It was great.

Quackity sang something in spanish and Karl and Sapnap made over exaggerated swooning noises.

Skeppy and Bad did a duet. It was as adorable as it sounds.

Some other people also came on stage, belting out songs in such horridly broken voices that I'll spare you the details. Let's just say, nails scratching chalkboards would sound better.

And that was most of the festivities over with.

The last thing on the agenda? A meteor shower. How did they set it up? Clemmy's weird star child thing. The aforementioned girl was huddled close together with her family as they watched the comets streak across the clear sky (all electronics and artificial lights were shut off for the night) and Melohi played from a jukebox in the corner.

Fundy was laying his head in Dream's lap, the other boy was softly threading his fingers through his almost fiance's orange hair while leaning heavily on George and trying not to let sleep claim him as it had the fox (no one knew how this happened, all they were aware of is that the three had disappeared sometime during the sand castle contest only to reemerge having finally talked things through and come to an agreement that they all seemed happy with).

Ranboo, Niki, Puffy and Eret were collapsed in a happy pile just vibing.

The sleepy bois, who were for once actually sleepy, all wore matching flower crowns braided together by Stress's experienced fingers (and Wilbur's rather clumsy ones). Phil and her had managed to come to an agreement of unofficial joint custody after he witnessed Techno embarrassedly lean down to let her place a crown of golden flowers upon his head and saw his internal beam of pride when she called him "handsome".

The boys never really had a mother he mused, maybe she could teach them kindness where he couldn't.

Another surprise addition to the family was the owner of the third pair of wings in the cuddle pile. Phil didn't expect to end up with any more children at this point in his life, but Grain and Clemmy were practically attached at the hip and it felt wrong to even think about separating them.

He only hoped that those two wouldn't cause too much chaos especially when teamed up with Tubbo.

In the end, everyone drifted off to sleep, one by one they closed their eyes on their most perfect day. Praying for whatever might be out there, that they'll have many more moments just like this.

Well,

almost everyone.

Callahan chuckled as he walked back up to his spot with Alyssa farther away from the others. shutting off his camera after cycling through the pictures he took of everyone looking goofy while sleeping (His favorite is the one where Clemmy was very visibly munching on Techno's hair). He may not use those as blackmail but he sure ass hell was going to tease them about it later. He fell asleep there on that hill, drifting off to comforting rest like the others.

After that? Life moved on.

It was chaotic sure, and not perfect.

But it was theirs. They grew up slowly, learning to be kind to one another, how to grow with one another.

Life wasn't always perfect but hey, they had each other. And in the end? That's all that mattered.

[evilminji]

Okay but? If most of those kids are anything like Danny? Seeing Constantine legitimately in ongoing "no really! I am irredeemable! Throw me in the knives and lemon juice pit where I BELONG!" Distress? Because even though he "doesn't DO kids :/ " he is still a Good-ish man who would NEVER have done this, had he had ANY even VAGUE idea a child could even MAYBE be created?

Well.

It gets a gremlin to THINKIN'(tm).

Why... why WAS he so certain? In the face of Magic and Reality Fuckery, gods and monsters, that... what? Getting snipped? Some accident in his youth? SOMETHING was ABSOLUTELY no questions, no need to ever think about it or look in to it, 10000 percent guaranteed to insurer No Babies for the John Constantine.

Enough he was willing to literally stake infant souls on it.

He'd of have to have been REAL damn certain. Certain in the way of "sun rises that way, fire burns, gravity exsists" Certain. Immutable FACT. Unchangeable.

......In THIS world? Doing what HE does for a living?

He was CERTAIN.

No biological children. Not by siring them. Not by magical gender change and BIRTHING them. Not by cloning. Not by molding from clay and breathing to life or other such rituals. Not from another form we have thought of because you have RUN INTO IT YET.

There is NO way, you, John Constantine, could have a child? As a SUPERHERO?

...................and, humor us here, WHERE exactly did you get this idea? Because hypothetically, if I wanted my enemy to slip up and pop off a kid? Convincing him it's not possible would be a REALLY clever first step to doing that.

Because there IS a guilty party here. A malicious actor. One man does not MISS this many of his own kids, when he is ALSO well known for keep TABS on all his Exs. You know, lest they stab him or something. So why the complete blindness to ONLY the ones who got pregnant huh? The unwavering belief in his childless status?

Why did he NEVER, dispite endless hook ups, go to medical? It was free. Down the hall.

Some little voice tell you you don't NEED too? Nothing to see? Nothing to know?

The Constantine bloodline just Wants To Talk :)

@hdgnj @lolottes

Those Constantine is Danny's dad and sold his kid soul because he thought he'd actually never have one and Danny is now the Ghost King so his soul claims are invalid AUs but learns he's not Constantine only kid (after a while Constantine honestly 100% thought he'd never have kids and never bothered with a 1st born clause when making deals, maybe some annoyed deity or powerful magic user made Constantine think he can't have kids anymore just to get back at the conman) and now doing everything in his Kingly power to save his half-siblings (can be other teens from other shows or movies or cartoons etc etc) because Danny is the oldest of them and really really wants to punch his biodad for making such a huge mess he has to deal with but Danny does get to meet and protect his younger Half-siblings.

Then comes the day he's celebrating one of his half-sibs birthday with all the others when he's suddenly summoned out of the blue and meets not just the Justice League but his, and his half-sibs, no good soul selling biodad.

Hello rightly placed aggression.... Once he takes care of that powerful evil spirit that's attacking earth first of course.

[sullustangin]

Theron Shan Week, Prompt 1: Childhood

Corellia, 14 ATC (3639 BBY)

(Post Annihilation, pre-Hutt Cartel)

Word Count: ~3000

Rating:  PG/T

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33142732

A whoosh of air.

He touched down on the last building ledge before the street turned into a crater.  He recalibrated his jetpack for the potentially dangerous terrain he was about to face below.  This job was to be a quick one.  Recover personnel data and exfiltrate to the remains of the Coronet Spaceport.  Then it was on to Makeb for initial reconnaissance. That job would take more time than this one, but still, it had to be quick.  Too much was buzzing there, literally and figuratively…

Theron Shan was willing to bet there’d be boots on the ground not long after the new galactic year rolled in.  He leapt from his perch on the building and activated the retroboosters just in time to let himself touch down softly, flexing his foot against the ground to test stability. 

Acceptable.  Theron switched the pack to standby and fixed his attention on what was beneath his feet.  That was always the center of focus now, lest he plunge down into the sewers as the ground gave way.  

Before proceeding any further, Theron called up old holostills.  Despite the ruin of Coronet City, certain features remained identifiable, and he’d be damned if he was going to go rooting through the wrong building.

He’d done his best to forget this place, after all. 

As his implants matched key architectural features and the crumbling skyline, Theron closed his eyes to conjure long-shelved memories.

Yes, he had stood here before.  This used to be the gymnasium.  He’d spent countless hours there.  It was the one place he could fly. It was the last place his body had been perfect.

Well, almost.  He’d had an adventurous childhood.  There was certainly a difference, however, between slicing his foot on a shell on the Gold Beaches and being shot in some Czerka factory on Telos IV.  Theron impulsively ran his tongue over his new teeth.  After Ziost, he estimated he had six original teeth left.  

Funny how he thought of that in the place he cut his last molars.  

That all said, Theron never had a particularly strong opinion about his body.   His body was a tool, something he used to serve the Republic and work in the Strategic Information Service.  

Just as his boot nudged a sign, covered over in dust, his implants chirped to confirm his location. Using a heavily gloved hand, he crouched to wipe the metal plate just enough to read the lasered words: CORONET CITY MILITARY ACADEMY GYMNA—

The rest of the sign was broken off, probably somewhere in this rubble.  It confirmed everything else though, including his own recollections about this place.

As Theron tread carefully through the ruin, his focus was on the rubble under his feet and the map in his implants, augmented by the old memories that ran in his head like holos.

Those were simple tasks, however.  Theron’s mind was far more active than that, much to his annoyance.  He thought back…

**

His mind and body had been sharply honed from a young age.  The discipline of a Jedi was more than mental.  However, he noticed the first hint that something was wrong with him. Theron had to work so hard, and he had to be so much more fit he than the other younglings he occasionally encountered in his travels with Master Zho.  Yes, he was strong and athletic and graceful.  But Theron struggled.  He fought gravity, as others danced with it.  

Theron remembered her in particular.  The girl who had bested him with such little effort was also the most compassionate of the bunch.  She was going to be a great Jedi, he knew it.  She barely bent her knees before she could launch high in the air, and she landed silently, as if invisible wings lowered her back to the dusty earth. Theron had to put everything he had into the launch, and the soil puffed up around him in the arid environment as his body displaced it.

She was poetry.  He was gutter-speak.  

Theron could defeat ill-disciplined younglings, but someone like her – someone who took this just as seriously as he did – outmatched him.  He tired long before she did, and it was a mystery to him how her muscles did not ache, how her breath never managed to run out.  

It was only in retrospect that Theron realized he had a crush on her.  At the time, the warm feeling that had crept across his face whenever she spoke to him, the small flutter his tiny, preteen heart gave – that had been dismissed.  Jedi didn’t fall in love.  Jedi didn’t have selfish attachments.

Theron wanted to become a padawan on the off-chance he’d be paired with his mother as his master.    

The dream changed – it had to – after Haashimut.  

Zho left him without telling him he was as Force-null as his biological father likely had been -whoever he was.

Nobody knew who his biological father was.

His mother didn’t come for him.  They couldn’t find her.

As he turned 14, Theron was lodged at Coronet City Military Academy.   Here.

**

Theron turned.  This was where the lift had been that went down to the basement, where the janitorial offices and the records facility had been.  He peered over the edge of the shaft.  No, he wasn’t going to risk it.  Theron activated the magnetic picks on the toes of his boots, turned the retroboosters to standby, just in case, and he started the dusty, sweaty climb down. The heat that built up reminded him of one particular shame that came over him --

**

Theron was put on a brief crash course of all the subjects Jedi hasn’t necessarily prioritized in his education to this point.  

He discovered his mother was imperfect and had apparently broken the Jedi code.  At least once.  Theron was evidence – a body of evidence.

He was embarrassed. He felt like he’d been fooled by everyone about his mother, about his abilities, about his life – everything.

The first bubbling of teenage fury rose up in him, and when the school registrar asked for his name, he did not supply “Theron Zho” as he so often had when traveling with his so-called ‘father.’

“My name is Theron Shan.”

Theron hadn’t known at the time that “Shan” was as common as Smith or Parr or K’tilhok in certain corners of the galaxy.  He thought he was being defiant.   He was one of nineteen Shans in his class at the Coronet City Military Academy.  So much for that rebellion, that attempt at scandal that would surely bring her to confront him…to see him for the first time since he was six months old.

Theron always carried that last holo with him… the one of her with him and her.  The anger died away when the news reached him that Satele Shan had rediscovered Tython.  It wouldn’t be formally founded and populated for another few years, but she had done the impossible.  To her credit, she had sent word to the governors of the Academy that she was gratified that Master Zho’s charge Theron had been safely placed in their care.

The business of Tython would be a long process that took time.  She was going to be busy.  

Theron continued to train his body and maintain the physical fitness he had, even though he was never going to have the opportunity to do a backflip, summon his lightsaber into his hand, and duel a Sith Lord atop of a ship hull or anything like that.  

Theron also found out that the kind Jedi youngling had become a padawan.  She was killed at the Coruscant temple.  He didn’t want to remember her name anymore.  It hurt too much, for he had realized that if he had been Force Sensitive, he wouldn’t be here on Corellia in so many ways.

That first Life Day on Corellia, Theron knew the conundrum of his heart being so warm and yet the outside world being so cold as other children went home on weekends and holidays, and he remained in the dormitory.  His bed assignment was changed at the end of term, so nobody thought anything was amiss.  Everyone’s bed assignment was changed between terms. He wasn’t thought to be any different than other child.  His parents just got him late and returned him early, his peers thought.  It was impossible that he stayed there for a month by himself.

But he did.

**

Theron always remembered the janitors that cared for the building and the one chef that remained to feed him and the residential staff.  It wasn’t just a holdover from Jedi teachings about equality and respect.   He mouthed their names as he passed the doorless thresholds that were once their offices: C’thik.  Donya.  Thileo. Danodeen.  They cared for Theron.  He cared about them the best he could.

Something inside Theron hurt any time he had an urge to express his feelings beyond gratitude.  Many impulses to hug were suppressed.  When he woke up from the formless terror that pursued him in the night, he did want to scream out, in the hopes someone heard him. But he pushed that down.  He grew up, or at least he imitated the idea of what he thought was being a grown up.

**

Theron’s constant presence at the Academy came with the assumption of an unhappy home, so in the second term, it appeared some well-meaning mothers encouraged their sons to befriend him. He remembered some of them.  They’d grown up in places like this too.  

Theron didn’t remember the names of his … companions?  Fellow inmates?  all that well.  They were good kids.  They didn’t get Theron, who was so mature about some stuff but just so oblivious to other stuff, like girls and music and holos and virtual games.  

The girls at the Academy were made of braver stuff than the boys were.  Theron didn’t know what to make of them, for the most part, but they at least tried to strike up a conversation with him.  They asked how he was.  He failed, utterly, at small talk, so once their questions were answered, he moved on.  The girls were brazen in coming to watch him in the gymnasium.  Theron was already in SIS by the time he figured out they hadn’t been interested in the technical merits of his routine.

The boys (with one exception) never got too close to Theron.  They were terrified of him after he knocked an upperclassman’s teeth down his throat for trying to shake down the class runt in Theron’s year for his datapad.  They still hung out with him, but they watched him with the same fascination they had when they visited the zoo’s jaggalors.  He was a creature so fierce they were never even tempted to tap on the glass, see how he was doing, what was going on inside.  

The one exception’s name was Arlo, the runt in question, and the datapad was his comic book collection. The collection had been started by his grandfather and maintained by his father and uncle and passed down to the smallest Gran ever born in that family.  

Theron thought it was the most wonderful thing to have a hand-me-down anything from anyone.  

Arlo wasn’t bothered when Theron asked why he was being trained in the military arts; the Gran had strict career quotas, and everyone was expected to do their part.  Arlo was not an obvious candidate for battlefield hero. “I’m in this to get into the intelligence service. SIS.”

That was the first time Theron ever heard of what would become the rest of his life.  

In exchange for self-defense lessons, Theron became very knowledgeable about the last 75 years of comic books. It was still the only element of pop culture he kept up with.  Theron kept it to himself; his dates never got it. He and Arlo plotted their schedules so that they could train together, study together, and have a free period on the day of the week when the comics hit the holostands.  They took the tram to the nearest major holostand – the one near the academy didn’t have comics, possibly at the behest of the commandant. In their minds, nothing was going to stand in the way of them getting into SIS together and seeing the galaxy and fighting the Empire.

…Somewhere in the middle of that, as he stood in the basement, Theron realized he had still been just a child.

**

Well, this might have been a wasted trip.  Theron stood in what remained of the records office.  At the back of the room, there was a great kriffing hole that vented down into the sewer he’d been so anxious to avoid, and half the databanks had clearly collapsed into it.  If they’d been swept away, then it was game over for Theron.  Ugh.  The flimsi work he’d have to file.

Then again, it was only half the databanks.   He still had a 50/50 chance of success.   Theron activated his implants and scanned for the power source.  Aha, there.  And it had a battery back-up.  Theron waited for the full report on the battery’s health before he did anything. He needed to know how much time he had.

He wanted to be done with this place.  

Once the battery passed its health screening, Theron sliced in with his implants and booted the entire system up with the clearance codes he’d been given by the current commandant; the one Theron had known was long gone.  

Yes, he knew there was corruption.  Yes, he knew critical files were missing.  Yes, yes, yes, yes, please boot up now –

Would he like an index of available files?

Yes, yes, he would.  It would tell him whether this was pointless –

Or not.  It was not.  The two sets of files he had been instructed to extract and wipe from this system were right there. The Empire hadn’t even realized it had trodden right over vital intel about the agent now known as Technoplague and the SIS Director.

**

Marcus Trant had been Coronet City Military Academy’s finest alumnus, rising high and fast before, during, and just after the Great Galactic War.  His arrival on campus had turned heads.  Not Theron’s.  Theron remained focused on his study and his physical routine.  

It was after Theron had stuck the landing on his floor routine that the man approached him. Theron remembered watching him with wariness until he introduced himself as the Director of SIS.  He was seeking recruits for the agency’s early start program. Promising 16 and 17 year-olds could go. Since Theron was a ward of the state, it was entirely his choice; parental permission wasn’t required.  

Theron’s first question was whether Arlo could go with him.

Arlo was ultimately sidelined from SIS due to a heart murmur.  Even if he was just an analyst, SIS wanted him to be able to handle himself in a blaster fight, and they didn’t want to kill him while training him. That meant he went back home to become a religious scholar.  

Theron went to SIS. Arlo gave him a copy of the comic collection, with his father’s permission.

Then the rest of Theron’s life had started.

**

Theron checked the files to ensure he’d copied everything over before wiping and reformatting those sectors of the database.  For Trant, his files could be a wealth of raw data and inspiration; he could have drawn on his experience at the academy to create codenames passcodes, associations. He could have used innocuous childhood memories to create these items.  Someone with enough data about Trant’s life could feasibly put the pieces together.

For Theron, it was all about his biometrics: his medical records, his yearbook holos, even his growth charts could be used to identify him in the field as a grown man.  The name didn’t matter as much as the evidence of the body.

He was done here. Theron sent the final command to wipe that area of the database and reformat.  Trant and Theron were no longer documented alumni here.

As Theron readied his jetpack for exfiltration (he was keeping it simple: up and out), his implants sorted the images attached to the files before sealing them.  He saw something.

He paused the process to have a look at his 14-year-old self.   He was 14 years and 5 weeks, actually.  Zho had sent him to Haashimut 7 weeks before, just before his birthday.  

…and he looked terrified. His life had been ripped apart, and he was flying without a safety net or a familiar face anywhere near him. Theron though he heard the whine of a holocam that would signal a great white flash --

Theron pushed back at the memory, as he always had, and he dismissed the holo, letting the sealing process finish.  It was over. There was nothing he could do now. He was no longer a failed Jedi Youngling.  

…it was all about context. Theron ignited the jetpack and began his ascent out of the ruin of the Academy.  

He’d had a good childhood with Master Zho – if he could forget what happened next.  In all honesty, nothing awful had happened at Coronet City Military Academy to make him hate the place.  It had been his haven between being a Jedi and being an SIS agent.   But it was being between lives that had made Theron so miserable: his past was irrelevant and his future was uncertain for almost three years.  That was the context that made every moment there excruciating.

But that was done and over with.  He was fine. He had his career.  Arlo had his career and his ever-expanding comic collection. They still commed once in awhile.

As Theron landed at the spaceport, a message came through his implants from his personal Holonet box. Oh.  Karrie.  

Kriff, he’d forgotten to tell her –

Kriff.   He was off to Makeb and he’d forgotten to tell the girlfriend he wasn’t even on Coruscant.

Well, if she was the girlfriend after that screw-up.  He left it on ‘read.’  He’d try to comm her in transit.  Theron really did like her.  He was pretty sure he was in love with her.

Theron would deal with the personal stuff later.  On to Makeb and the next mission.  

Neither the Republic presence on the planet or the girlfriend endured the following year.

Author’s Note:  I’ve had this sort of headcanon dump file for Theron, and I drew this out of it.  I have a few more bits still in it.  In terms of timeline, I imagine that after the Treaty of Coruscant was finalized, Satele disappeared to go find Tython for the better part of 18 months.  It’s during this period -- as Theron is 13 going on 14 -- that Zho finally gives up on him and Theron leaves the Jedi.  Satele finds Tython and finally gets word of Theron’s situation. I decided that “finding Tython” and the “founding of Tython” are two separate events; the Jedi didn’t just move in the second Satele popped up with the good news.  So 3653-3651 is a transition period for the Republic, Satele, and Theron at the same time.  It’s a new galaxy for the losers of the war.

@theronshanweek-official

[demonkidpliz]

Things I learned while re-watching Star Plus Mahabharata (Part 19/many):

Kansa’s death scene is A+, 10/10. 

Boy Krishna literally looks like Devaki!

I know where else I have seen Boy Krishna! He plays Pradyumna in Radhakrishna!

Arjun, Bhim and Drupad have no chill and I am here for this rage. Let’s keep this going until the war starts.

It is very sad that in Kalyug a woman has to fend for her own honour when ideally it should be a joint effort by men and women.

The only appropriate reaction to a man attempting to dishonour your wife was shown by Krishna and by Ram before him = decapitation. I will not be hearing arguments against this at this time.

We should not be resorting to war. WELL YOU AND YOUR NEPHEWS SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE THAT GAME OF DICE KAKASHRI VIDUR.

I am here for this Panchali. What did you decide? What did Madhav have to say?

Panchali is against the peace proposal and honestly I am on her side.

Panchali is 100% right. The decision to fight or not is Panchali’s. Not the Pandavas. Because for every action and reaction of men, it is the women and their children who suffer. She is 100/100 right.

At least she has Krishna on her side who has absolutely no qualms in pretending anything other than the fact that he really badly wants this war. This is literally what he was put on earth to do.

In the actual story, Duryodhan offers to put Krishna up in Dushasan’s palace which was allegedly bigger and better than the main palace. And Krishna declines because he wishes to stay in Vidur’s palace but StarBharat fails to show why. It’s because Krishna’s aunt, Kunti, lives with Vidur and I think it is the most natural thing in the world that he would want to stay with his aunt rather than with these random cousins by marriage.

I am sorry sweetie (Krishna) there is no dharm ka phool in Angaraj Karna’s heart. He's a social climber.

Aye hai laddoo Gopal really be here turning all this karela into laddoos.

Nice that they gave some screen time to Vidur’s wife. Now they need to do this 200x with all the female characters.

Krishna is…right? Yudhishthir should have been crowned Yuvraj the moment Pandu died and the Pandavas came to Hastinapur. Dhritarashtra was a placeholder king and his son cannot inherit this throne. It is a different matter altogether that Dhritarashtra was the rightful king and that they should have never crowned Pandu as king. 

Krishna coming at the Kauravas with one banger after another. Their behaviour towards Draupadi cannot be forgiven. And not just Duryodhan, every man in that Sabha was culpable.

Is Duryodhan really going to bind Krishna with those big ass fake looking gold chains? This seems like a bad idea.

Krishna is asking for five villages for the five Pandavas. But Duryodhan has nothing if not his principles.

Karna is sooo annoying. Oh my god, we get it. You would give your life for your rich pals.

At least Bhishma, Vidur and Dronacharya are showing some good sense now. Long overdue.

Oho! Even Dhritarashtra has the good sense to agree to this five village business.

Lol, I can’t wait for Duryodhan to try and imprison Krishna.

I’m also waiting for the needle’s head worth of land line. Will StarBharat oblige?

StarBharat has obliged! Duryodhan will not concede a needle’s worth of land.

Krishna looks...mildly discomfited.

Arrest this cowherd LMAAOOO 

The big ass fake looking gold chains are here.

The soldiers can’t even get up, let alone pick up the chains. How underwhelming.

Is StarBharat also going to show me the wondrous scene where Dhritarashtra temporarily gets his vision? Coz that would be cool.

Oh finally someone (Karna) has the sense to say that this is not how one behaves with a peace messenger.

Chal, gwale! I am ded 🤣

What happened to the Vishwaroop scene in the middle of the Hastinapur court??

Very attracted right now to moustached Krishna dressed like a guard.

Calm down, think of Jesus.

Is Krishna also dressed like Vikarna and Karna?

Accha, Drona also.

And Pitamaha.

This is fun! 

Mamashri Shakuni 😂

Kakashri Vidur. I could do this forever.

SRJ looks amazing as all these characters. Even Dhritarashtra.

Where did Krishna transport them? On the banks of the Ganga? Dwarka? 

Did Krishna strike Duryodhan’s thigh?

YAAAAS

Dhritarashtra can see the Vishwaroop! 

Apparently, after this, Krishna gave him the option of retaining his sight. And Dhritarashtra said that after having seen the Vishwaroop to see other sights on earth was simply not worth it. 

Should’ve kept his sight for the war but he has his satellite dish Sanjay.

Okay Krishna has left. This was anticlimactic.

Oh cool, Krishna is going to play the Kunti card.

I simply love Kunti’s character and every scene with Krishna and Kunti in the same frame is simply golden.

Kunti’s entire personality is so on brand with the no chill Yadav mood.

Please do not for one second pretend that you altruistically care about the child you abandoned at birth. You’re doing this to save the skins of the five sons you actually give a damn about.

At least Radha is slightly more realistic about Karna than Kunti is.

Radha and Vrushali are like, how do you know this, Vaasudev? Vaasudev (probably): I drink and I know things.

Nothing will astonish me as much as my progression in life going from a Karna Stan to an absolute Karna Skeptic.

Karna is a social climber. That is all I have to say on this topic.

The only thing admirable about Karna’s character is his loyalty towards Duryodhan.

Also, where is this conversation between Krishna and Karna taking place? On the banks of the Ganga? Yamuna? The sea beach at Dwarka?

Where is the big speech Krishna gives to Karna? Where he promised that Draupadi will marry him (HA, AS IF) and that Yudishthira will crown him King of Hastinapur (that fool might just) if he fights on behalf of the Pandavas.

Are all Radhas this terrible? Are they all hell bent on stealing for themselves things that do not belong to them? Why won’t this awful woman own up to the fact that she’s not Karna’s biological mom?

Okay Karna is back on the banks of this mysterious water body.

I will have you all know that Karna may be suddenly having feels for Kunti, but was totally okay to sacrifice her during the Varnavat episode.

Oh goddamn it, Starbharat! 

Hitting me right in the feels when I least expect it.

Karna thinking back to all the times he was with Arjun, not knowing that they were brothers.

I’m not going to lie. Karna is in an impossible spot. Damned if he did, damned if he didn’t.

Now I am remembering why child me Stanned Karna so much.

I may not like Karna but at least I respect him for supporting Duryodhan.

I can’t wait for Queen of Resting Bitch Face, Kunti, to come and beg for her sons’ lives from Karna, when she literally does not give a damn if Karna lives or dies. Kunti knows which side her bread is buttered. Such a Yadav.

Oh this Karna-Vrushali scene is A+, 10/10. I really wish StarBharat gave more screen time to its women.

Okay I feel bad for Kunti also, mostly because I love Kunti. 

But let us not pretend that given a choice between her Parth and this veritable stranger, she will always always choose Arjun.

She had to do this for Kuntibhoj, her poor father, who loved her so much, who couldn’t have children and all he ever wanted was a child of his own, so much so that he begged Shoorsena to give him one of his daughters.

I think what’s worse is that Kunti knew. Right from the beginning. And she stayed quiet. That was not right. 

StarBharat really be here trying to make me feel for Karna again. Smh.

How tf will Karna be a Pandava? When Kunti wasn’t even mf married to Pandu when she gave birth to Karna?

Karna talking about Duryodhana while the Dharmecha shlok plays in the background. Chills.

I have a story called The tree stump on Karna, in case you are interested. 

Yeah Kunti f*cked up here. I support Karna. He is nothing but a prisoner of birth. 

Pretty big of Karna to ask Kunti not to tell his brothers. Uncharacteristic of a social climber. He’s not a bad soul, I guess. 

I don’t know if it’s Kunti’s dialogue or her acting or the background score but I am tearing up. No assholes here.

Kunti might as well cry because if Karna refuses to call her Mata until Arjun dies, she’s never going to hear it from him. Coz he will be dead.

It’s okay, Kunti, you can relax. You got what you came here for (ish).

[come-on-shitty-boys]

//new beginnings. bokuto koutarou//

Warnings: some mild swearing.

Word Count: 1.5K

Notes: i straight up said, “forget my french paper.  Papa bokuto and his owlets.”

*Part 2 to Next Chapter*

“Alright, do you three think you can handle this box?  It’s kind of heavy,” Bokuto asked, picking up one of the final boxes from the back of the moving truck.

“Yes, Papa!”

“Okay, you three.  Show me your big strong muscles first.  I gotta make sure you’re strong enough.”  He lifted his arm, flexing his bicep to show off his toned muscles, flashing his kids a bright smile.

The triplets all raised their arms, copying their father’s pose to prove that they were more than strong enough to carry your box of clothes into the house.  Bokuto hummed as he looked at them, nodding slightly at the sight of their five year-old noodle arms.  “Dang, you guys must’ve been working out.  You look stronger than me!  Okay, can you take this box into Papa’s room?”  He asks, leaning down to hand the kids the box.

Three heads nodded vigorously as they grabbed a hold of the box and cautiously started carrying it in the house.  “Woah!  Is your dad making you guys do all of the work?”  You ask, laughter etching into your voice as you step out of the front door to get another box.

“Yeah!” Koujirou huffed.

“Well, that’s not very fair.  Why don’t you just set that one down there and go take a break?  We can make your dad carry it the rest of the way.”

They don’t have to be told twice.  The box is dropped without a second thought and the triplets are racing inside to feel the relief of the cool house.  “You know, I’m pretty sure child labor is illegal,” you tease, picking the box up from the ground.

Bokuto rolled his eyes, tucking the final box from the moving truck under his arm.  His hand reached out to ruffle your hair, pushing your head away playfully as he approached you.  “Oh, come on, one box wasn’t going to kill them.  Besides, did you see their muscles?  They take after their dad for sure.”  He beams brightly at you, holding his arm out so you feel his muscles flex and relax under the fabric of his t-shirt.

You simply hum, pushing the door open for the both of you.  There were piles upon piles of boxes strewn throughout the living room, the most obvious sign of the laziness that overcame you half-way through your move-in.  It still felt so weird, knowing that your apartment was now sitting completely empty and would remain that way until your lease was up, but it was worth it.  You were taking big steps in, not only your life, but your relationship with the man you loved.  To be frank, it scared you.  It had only been a few short months since you first met Bokuto’s children and now, you were moving in, becoming an even bigger part of their lives.  It was one thing for you to spend weekends over, to sit up in the stands with the kids during MSBY games, to sit and laugh with them for short periods of time.  But, to be with them full time?  It had your heart racing with anxieties.  

You didn’t know how to be a parent, let alone how to be a parent to children that weren’t even biologically yours.  What if they didn’t want to listen to you?  Would they just see you as some glorified babysitter who just happened to be living in their home?  There were a million questions running through your head.  Would your maternal instincts ever kick in or would you constantly be in a state of not knowing how to handle what was going on around you?

One by one, boxes had been carried to their respective rooms and their contents were slowly but surely put away.  The triplets had had their eyes trained on the television as brightly colored cartoons rolled across the screen ever since they were released from their moving duties.  And now, as you sat on your now-shared bed, unable to find the will to finish putting away your clothes, everything felt so wrong.  You shouldn’t be here, not yet, at least.  How were you supposed to take care of three little kids when you could barely look after yourself?  The shirt in you had been folding became balled up in your fists as all of those doubts clouded your mind.  You had been moved-in for less than a day and you were already on the verge of your breaking point- what an impression.

“You’re stressed,” Bokuto states simply, eyeing you from the doorway.  His hair sat messily against his head, droplets of water dripping down onto his shoulders, an indicator of his recent shower.  

You meet his golden irises that somehow look even more radiant in the low lighting of the bedroom, melting your heart the same way that they always did.  You just shake your head.  “No, I’m fine, Kou.  Don’t worry about it.”

The bed shifts behind you as he takes a seat, pulling you back into his chest.  “Too late.  What’s on your mind?”  His fingers trail delicately up and down your arms, sending soft shivers throughout your body.

“How did you become a dad?”

His fingers stop and you can feel his chest shaking with laughter.  “I think someone needs to go back to sex ed.”

“Ha ha, very funny, Kou,” you tease, reaching behind you to playfully smack his arm.  “I mean, how did you know how to be a dad?  Did you always just know?”

He snorts slightly.  “Hell no.  I spent the first six months of their lives barely being able to tell them apart.  You really think I knew how to be a father?”

“I don’t know. . .  You’re so good with them and it’s really obvious that they love and look up to you.  What if I’m not able to be a good mom to them?”

You can feel your body relax as his long fingers move towards your hair.  If you were able to see his face, you would’ve seen the most beautiful smile to ever grace his features cross over his face.  “Y/N, if I thought that you weren’t going to be a good mom, I wouldn’t have asked you to move in with us.  Hell, I wouldn’t have even introduced you to them.  It’s scary.  Trust me, I know, but I promise, one day, it will all just click and you’ll know exactly what to do.  But, when I see you with them,” he pauses, unable to stop the grin that overwhelms him as he speaks, “I realize that this is what’s been missing from our little family.  Madori’s been missing someone who actually knows how to braid her hair.  Fukurou needed someone who could ease him out of his shell better than I ever could.  You’ve taught Koujirou so much!  Damn, that kid was obsessed with dinosaurs before you came in, but now that you’re around, answering his questions a hell of a lot better than I ever could?  He’s going to be one smart kid.  But, me?  I’ve been looking for someone who could make me as happy as those little shits do.  I never thought I would be able to find it, but then you just, quite literally, came crashing into my life-”

“You ran into me, don’t get it twisted.”

“Wow, here I am, trying to be sentimental and you get caught up in the specifics,” Bokuto sighs, resting his chin on top of your head.  “As I was saying before someone interrupted me, if I didn’t know that you would be the perfect fit for us, we wouldn’t be here right now.  It takes time, but I’ll be right by your side the entire time.  We’re starting something new and beautiful and I can’t wait to see how the rest of our life unfolds.”

Silence fills the room as you stare at the ceiling, captivated by the blades of the ceiling fan spinning in their predestined circle.  It’s boring, living life in that straight-forwarded, molded way, but it was always the life that you thought you’d be living.  You believed that it was always: fall in love, get married, have children.  But, you had been given an alternate route to your story.  One that had children already in the mix when you fell in love, but he was right.  It was new and exciting, but more than anything it was beautifully yours.  It was a story that was unique to the two of you and one that you couldn’t wait to continue.  

“Hey, Kou?”

“What’s up, babe?”

“I can’t wait to spend my life with you.”

That contagious smile spread over his lips all over again, grey locks tickling your cheek as he nuzzles his nose against your shoulder, planting loving kisses against your skin.  “I’m going to make you happy, I promise.  And all of those worries about being a part of their lives?  We’re going to make them go away.  Together, okay?”

{Taglist because I literally always forget when I initially post: @nicka-nell @moncymonce @nekxrizawa so you can have the sweet sweet Kouddi content}

[resident-leevil-old]

the fv mithan au... can we know more pleas.e im imvested

eheheh everytime i get asks like this about my aus i jump for joy ABSOLUTELY! i'm giving background on Our Ethan for this post, so here we go: Our Ethan is a clone of a girl named Everett Winters. Everett Winters was the biological child of Ethan W. and Albert Wesker. Everett died due to a blood disease that didn't have a cure. Wesker & Ethan W, who both worked for Umbrella, spent six years trying to create one, whoever when they had finally managed to, it was too late, and Everett's disease had gotten too bad to be cured, and she inevitably died. When Everett was supposed to be 20 years old, a clone of her was created after the cloning process (which was perfected way earlier in this au than in the movieverse canon) was finally perfected. This clone is programmed with many of the memories of Everett's short childhood, along with faux memories of her growing up with her brother (Jake Muller Exists Here) and being raised by her parents- something that didn't actually happen. The clone was also given false memories of being a soldier in the military for three years, before Umbrella picked her to join them and their cause. - [mini catch-up tldr: wesker + ethan w have a child, but she sick as hell, so she dies very young. cloning stuff was perfected way earlier than in movie canon, and clone everett is given memories of both being wesker + ethan w's kid, as well as being a soldier for three years before being picked to work with Umbrella]- Following C.Everett's activation, she works closely with Wesker (at his request because obviously) for three years without incident, until Ethan W. is killed during an attack against an Umbrella branch (he was assigned to work at that specific branch for a few months by Issacs). After the death of one of her "father's" C.Everett copes by beginning to work even harder, vowing to track down and kill whoever murdered her father. Sometime down the line, C.Everett speaks with Issacs, who offers him ""enhancements [[a collective of viruses compiled into one that was originally made to create a super soldier]] that could aid [here] in her vow of vengeance."" She accepts his offer, and is injected with the super-virus. All of this happens without Wesker's knowledge. Over the next three years, C.Everett's extreme sudden boost in strength and intelligence is chalked up to being related to Original Everett's DNA being inside her by Wesker, who refused to do any sort of testing/experimentation on her lest something goes wrong and she dies as a result. During those three years, C.Everett is given a team of people to work with during field missions- the members being Piers Nivans, Carla Radames (a clone of Ada Wong), Jake Wesker, Juliet Vance (a clone of Scarabed Jill Valentine), and Kyde Wells. The team is named Six Star Alpha. A few months after C.Everett ""turned"" 26 is when her team and a group of [backup] umbrella soldiers are given the mission to rescue Mia. - mini tldr 2; after clone everett (our ethan) is waken up, she's given memories of a normal life with her family. then ethan w is killed, so she becomes vengeful and starts overworking himself, but issacs approaches her and is like "ayo short check this shit out" and she's like "damn okay im with dis," and infects herself. she gets a team to work with for field work missions, and then after she turns 26 she gets a mission to rescue Mia - ------- [EXTRA FACTS] - WESKER CARES ABOUT HIS CHILDREN SHUT UP - Trans Wesker is Canon Here. - C.Everett still is not very sure of his gender identity, and experimented with different pronouns until she found what felt right. He eventually felt comfortable with She/He, but isn't sure if she's a boy, a girl, both, neither, or something else yet. - Wesker is very against testing on his kids, and has threatened to kill multiple people who suggested c.Everett and Jake could make for good experimentation subjects. This is mainly because he loves them alot but also c.Everett was only created because of the small amount of DNA they had of o.Everett, and with Ethan W. literally fuckin dead

there's legitimately no possible way to bring her back, and Jake is his baby boy so you can choke on his damn foot if you even thin- - That being said, Issacs knows about how much Wesker loves his kids and is VERY away of Wesker's protectiveness for them, which is why he goes behind Wesker's back to give c.Everett the super-virus. - c.Everett has something programmed inside of her that alarms Wesker whenever she's in serious danger, either by making her distressed enough to attempt contact with him or by a literal signal that gets sent to him because brain technology shit. it's resident evil. it makes sense if you don't think too hard about it. - Jake is 18 when he's actually allowed to go on a mission with the rest of the team (The Mia Rescue), before then he was only allowed to relay information from a safety point. You can guess why. - Wesker is quite literally willing to give up everything at Umbrella if it means his kids will be happy and safe. That includes literally working with an enemy. - Think of Wesker as a... good dad bad guy. Or a sometimes good mostly bad. he will literally only ever do the right thing if it means happy kids.

[imagination-theory]

Not trying to start shit but just gonna pour some tea on my opinions 🍵

I think the way big mouth handeled Natalie is good. I mean Natalie being a portrait of bad trans representations because she was grossed out by periods. Are you telling me the first time you got your period you weren’t grossed out by all that blood and clots of uterine lining coming out. It’s fucking gross and I think it’s perfectly acceptable to be grossed out especially if your trans and it’s your first time seeing it. This isn’t me saying that periods are gross and should be shamed it’s natural, it happens, and it’s a damn lie saying it comes out like skittles, but like...come on be real. The first time you see that shit it’s kinda gross...and the subsequently it becomes fascinating and every time after that it just becomes a pain in the ass until you start having sex where it becomes a relief.

Alsssooo you’re saying it’s wrong that Natalie has a male hormon monster. Ok well here’s another hot take but Natalie said she didn’t realize she was trans until she started going through puberty and started becoming aware of herself. Natalie didn’t know her own gender identity because up until this point she had never thought about her identity as a man or a woman. Up until puberty they were just them. And I think Natalie having a male hormone monster is a nice way of explaining the type of Dysphoria many trans kids go through when their body starts going through changes they don’t particularly like. Even in the show we see Natalie tell her hormone monster that she doesn’t like what he’s doing to her. it’s this dislike that pushes her to do some research, discover what it means to be trans, and get herself on some hormone blockers.

We also have to remember that yes we have seen kids have hormone monsters of the opposite sex but we also have to remember that Nick literally had two male hormone monsters before he got Connie. Also because Connie told nick he was her first male child it can be assumed that having a hormone monster of the opposite sex is uncommon and maybe the way they’re assigning these monsters out to children is based on their biological sex and not their gender identity. We have also seen that some kids just don’t have a hormone monster like jay and Lola, we haven’t seen them with a monster so maybe not every kid needs one and only those who are going through a difficult time during puberty get a monster. Either way I don’t think it’s wrong they gave Natalie an over masculine hormone monster because ultimately that wasn’t her and by blocking him out she was taking control over her own body and identity.

I have to respectfully disagree with your criticism on the portrayal of Natalie because I think they did it very well. But I do have to agree that it is wrong to gaslight someone and call them transphobic because they don’t want to fuck you. As someone who very much likes woman I don’t believe it’s transphobic for me to not be attracted to a penis even if it does belong to a trans woman. I can like a trans woman for who she is but I shouldn’t be shamed for not being attracted to her penis because that’s anatomy just doesn’t do it for me, however I think the situation portrayed in the show is a little different. They only kissed and Seth claims it was the best kiss of his life. He really does like Natalie and he doesn’t care that she’s trans he cares about the opinions of others. He’s worried that is if he is seen with her it will ruin his reputation and that’s what makes the whole situation transphobic.

[fanficwriter013]

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard - 34

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2990

Warnings: smut (bisexual orgy - oral, anal, and vaginal sex, double vaginal penetration, come play)

Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man.  When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.

Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood.  While others expect Thor to make things more official.  What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.

Author’s Note:  Written with @avengerscompound​ whom checks me on my crazy literally all the time

Chapter 34: The Wedding Night

The wedding feast was even bigger than the victory one.  Though where the victory feast was multiple small courses this time the tables were all laden high with things to choose from.  First were tureens of soup, bowls filled with salad and plates piled high with cold meats and warm pastries.  As the food dwindled they were replaced with roasted meats and vegetables piled high on platters.  There were jugs of sauces to go with them, each one both complementing and altering the taste in completely different ways.

When there were only scraps left they were replaced with desserts.  Bowls of puddings and platters of fruit.  Cakes both large and small in all kinds of flavors.  Some intricately decorated.  Some very simply.  By the time the food was done Riley was covered head to toe in it.

There were none of the traditional customs at any wedding reception I’d seen on earth.  No speeches or formal dance.  No cake cutting.  Nothing really that directed the crowd’s attention to us as special.  It was just celebrating.  When the food was cleared away the tables were moved back and a dance floor was opened up.

The children were having a fantastic time considering this had come off the tail of being caught in a battle.  They ate.  They found other children to play with.  They danced with each of their parents in turn.  They even danced with a few of their aunts and uncles.

Thor did spend much of the night in talks with Angela, Loki and a few members of the council.  He took his moments to be with each of us.  Whether that be a conversation, a dance or a stolen kiss, but most of his attention was on the negotiations to hand over the crown.

It was so late by the time we left the party.  The kids were passed out and we were all exhausted.  However, we were all buzzing too.  So much had happened and so much was going to happen.  Thor was coming to be with us for good. We were bonded.  We had new powers.  We fought and won and we were going to have a happily ever after.

We put the twins into bed and all of us went into Thor’s room.  “Are you sure you want to do this, Thor?”  Steve asked as we all began to help each other undress, carefully hanging up our clothes.  It was clear that whatever we had been through had burned off all the Henhalda except the new mark we all shared and the special markings that were made for each of us.  I wanted to explore each and every one of them in fine detail. But there was something I wanted more first.

“I saw it clearly.  My sister is to rule.  She will be a great ruler and bring the nine realms into a new era of peace and prosperity.  And I get to be with all of you,” Thor said.  “Though it means I need to stay here for a while longer while I organize the handover.  I trust the vision, but I am not naive.  I shall supervise her and leave Loki to continue to act as adviser.  If things do not work out, I shall take the crown back.  By force, if need be.  But I do not think it would come to that.  The vision was clear.”

“You don’t get to come back with us right away?”  Wanda asked.

“It is best if I don’t, my sweet love,” Thor replied.  “But when I do return to you, it will be for good.”

Wanda hummed.  “That will be nice.”

“Maybe we go back, organize these two’s legal wedding,” Steve said gesturing to me and Tony.  “Then when you arrive we’ll make it a honeymoon trip for all of us.”

Tony came up behind me and kissed the side of my neck.  “That sounds really good.  What do you think, honey?  Fiji?  The Maldives?”

“Mmm, we can get one of those over the water bungalows for all of us.”  I hummed leaning back against him.

Steve moved over to the two of us and tilted my head up to look at him.  “Elise, I am very proud of how you handled yourself today.  I don’t think this new power is a mistake.  You are our heart.   If you want to join the Avengers.  I won’t stand in your way.”

I furrowed my brow.  “I - uh… I don’t …”

“Talk to us, princess,” Sam said, gently.  “What are you thinking?”

“I don’t want to.  I don’t think I’m cut out for that kind of life.  But if I have this suit, and I can wield Mjolnir, doesn’t that mean I should?”  I said.  “I mean… if you have the power to protect people, and you don’t then aren’t you just as bad as the people doing the hurting?”

Steve chuckled softly and pulled me into his large arms.  “Oh honey, you already sound like an Avenger,” he said.  “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.  But if that’s how you feel we’ll work out a way you can balance it.”

“We can probably talk about all that later right?  Don’t we have something to consummate?”  Clint said suggestively.

“Aye, that we do, little bird,” Thor said pulling Clint into his arms.

Bruce shifted down from the blended version of him and Hulk to just him and twirled Natasha into his arms.  “There’s an incident from our past I’d like to make up for,” he said.

“Well, now Doctor Banner.  I would love for you to make it up to me,” she purred.

They kissed deeply and he lifted her and carried her to the bed.  Sam moved in quickly to claim Thor and as he dragged Thor to the bed, Thor took Tony’s hand and brought him along too.  Bucky stalked up to Wanda and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Oh, look.  It’s my two troublemakers,” Steve teased.  “Whatever shall I do with the two of you?”

“I think you could do whatever you damn well like, Cap,” Clint said moving up close to the two of us and cupping Steve’s jaw.

Steve leaned in and kissed him hard, as I stood pinned between them.  Clint’s hands slid up my sides and massaged my tits as he ground against my ass.  Steve’s arm was still curled around my waist and he ran it down, squeezing my ass.  I hummed and relaxed between them.  Steve lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist and began to grind against his cock.

“Come on you three, get over here,” Sam called, beckoning us over.

Clint pulled back and dragged both Steve and I onto the bed.  I stretched out arching my back so I could reach Clint.  I ran my tongue over his balls.  He hummed and looked down at me, pushing my hair out of my face.  I ran my tongue up his shaft and it twitched and jumped as it hardened fully.

Steve crouched down between my legs and nosed at my cunt.  I spread my legs wider allowing him to run his tongue up the length of my folds.  As I used my mouth on Clint and Steve used his on me, I saw Natasha lean back from where Bruce was currently going down on her and tease her tongue over the head of Steve’s cock.  It seemed to set off a chain.   When Natasha started to suck Steve’s cock, Tony moved back to suck on Bruce’s.  Thor moved between Tony’s legs, and Sam between Thor’s, then Wanda, then Bucky until it came back around to Clint and he lay down and took Bucky’s whole length into his mouth and we all formed one long daisy chain.

The threads that ran from me intertwined with each other in the circle.  Crisscrossing over each other.  I could feel everyone’s pleasure as they used their mouths on each other.  Their enjoyment of both giving and receiving and being part of this chain which held each of us.

I knew it was Wanda who was feeling it strongly, her muffled moans were louder than anyone else’s, but I could also feel it through the thread and it added to my own pleasure as Steve’s tongue swirled over my folds and flicked over my clit.

I took Clint’s cock into my mouth and relaxed my jaw, letting him fuck it as I curled my tongue around his shaft.

I don’t know why but I began to flick my fingers through the beams of light that were connected with the others.  Each time I did it made the person whose beam it corresponded to moan even louder.  I wound the threads through my fingers and gripped the sheets.

It wasn't long before the room was a cacophony of muffled moans.  Wanda bucked up hard and came, her body shuddering.  The sensation from it I got through the thread sent me over too and I nearly choked as I jerked back and forced Clint’s cock further down my throat.

We all split apart again.  Sam moved over to Wanda, and crawled up over her, kissing her deeply. Bucky, Steve, and Natasha formed a small group.  While Bruce and Tony paired up, leaving me with Thor and Clint.  “Oh hey, it's my baby daddies.”  I joked.  “What could possibly go wrong?”

Thor laughed.  It was a deep rumble of a sound that was infectious and made me feel warm and good.  “Are you saying that our children are a mistake?” He teased, pulling me into his lap.

“No.  I'm pretty happy they exist.”  I hummed as I let him pull me down flush against him.

Clint moved and grabbed some oil and began to liberally coat Thor’s cock with it.  He teased his pussy with his knuckles as he did and I tried to grind down on them.  “Come on now, princess,” he teased.  “Don't tell me you wouldn't want another couple of little monsters running around.”

“Woah,” I said, grabbing his wrist.  “Not until we talk about it.”

“Lady Elise,” Thor soothed, cupping my jaw and drawing my focus back to him.  “I will keep my powers in check.  I promise you.  But if you would rather not risk it, there are other things we can do to give you pleasure.”

I shook my head, clearing out the intrusive thoughts of how bad it had been when I'd first gotten pregnant and returned here to this moment where my new husbands and wives had grown so much since then.  Where an accidental pregnancy would most likely be greeted with excitement and regardless, I had an IUD and even Thor couldn't get around the fact that was in the way.  “No.  It's fine.  Sorry.”

“No need to be, my queen,” Thor replied as he caressed my neck.

“I'm not the queen anymore,” I corrected him.

“You will always be my queen, Elise,” he assured me and with a snap of his hips, he was inside me.  I moaned and dug my fingers into the sheets as he penetrated me deeply.  He didn’t wait for me to adjust, he just started rutting his hips quickly under me.  I countered by slowly rolling my hips against him, but my movement was limited because Clint had moved behind us and was using his fingers to stretch me out more.  Sliding one and then two against Thor’s cock and inside of me.

As Clint was testing my limits, Natasha, Steve, and Bucky kept switching positions like they were made of water, Wanda and Sam were in lotus, kissing passionately as she sat in his lap, and Bruce had Tony pulled up against him as he fingered Tony’s ass.

Clint pulled his hand free and lined himself up behind me, resting one hand in the middle of my back.  “Go slow, Clint,” I mewled as Thor stilled.

“Of course, princess,” he said, adding more oil to his cock. He slowly sunk in and I moaned and bit down on Thor’s shoulder.  The stretch and burn were intense and it tore right through me.

Clint went slowly though and Thor rubbed my back in slow circles and kissed my neck.  “There you go.  You’re doing so well, my life,” Thor whispered.

When Clint was buried deep inside me, both men paused and waited for me to give them the go-ahead.  I was full to breaking and it took a moment for me to adjust.

“Okay,” I said, pushing back against them.  “Okay.”

Clint started to thrust, his cock sliding up and down Thor’s inside me.  When he hit the slow steady rhythm he was happy with, Thor began to move.  He thrust harder and faster than Clint, pistoning in and out of me.

I mewled, tensing around them and clutching at Thor’s hair.  Thor pulled me into a searing kiss, so every moan and grunt and cry was muffled by each other’s mouth.  There was lightning in my veins.  That pleasure that bordered pain surged through me and all I could do was hold on and ride it.

An orgasm tore through me, but they didn’t ease up.  If anything it spurred Clint on to move harder and faster.  He peppered kisses up my spine as he pounded into me from behind.  I broke the kiss with Thor and tilted my head back and pulled Clint down to kiss him.

I came again, crying out into Clint’s lips and clenching hard around both their cocks.  Around us, other’s were reaching their own climaxes.  Wanda had come at least as many times as mine, and Sam was gritting his teeth as he went for one more.  Natasha, Bucky, and Steve were in train position, with Bucky thrusting into Natasha as Steve thrust into him.

As Clint and I continued to kiss, Thor latched on to one of my breasts and began to suckle on it.  I mewled and clenched, everything was getting to be too much.  I was starting to tremble between them, and every breath I took came shallow and rapid.

“That’s it, just a little longer…”  Clint groaned as he thrust again and again.

I cried out and arched back as another orgasm tore through me.  This one brought Clint over with me and he jerked forward and released inside me.  As his cock pulsed against Thor’s, Thor came with a loud cry, arching his back up off the mattress under me.

The three of us took a moment to catch our breaths before I slithered off of Thor.  He and Clint began to kiss deeply as the other’s began to finish around us.

“El, come here, darling,” Bruce said, gesturing me over.  He had Tony pulled up against him and was jerking him off as he thrust into Tony’s ass.  Tony’s eyes looked completely blissed out and he moaned loudly as I crawled over to them.

Precum leaked down Bruce’s knuckles.  “Tony is pretty close,”  Bruce said, a playful tease to his tone.  “How about you be a good girl and open your mouth.”

I was so excited about this new side of Bruce.  He was who he was when he let go with me, only playful too.  The way he got when he was in the lab.  It was amazing and I couldn’t believe that was his gift.  I moved forward and lay down with my head near Tony’s legs and my legs straight out in front of him.  I opened my mouth and suck out my tongue.

“Fuck,” Tony groaned as he looked down at me.  Bruce’s hand began to move a little faster and he seemed to start fucking Tony harder so that it pushed him forward a little with every thrust.

With a low groan, Tony came.  Some got in my mouth, most of it splattered over my breasts and stomach.  Bruce grunted and thrust forward, releasing in Tony’s ass.  I ran my fingers through Tony’s cum and licked them clean.

“Fuck you are such a dirty little thing,” Tony hummed as he flopped down beside me and pulled me close.

“This isn’t my mess,” I teased.

“Gonna have to get someone to clean that up, huh?”  Tony said and he ran his index finger through it and offered it to me.  I pulled his finger into my mouth and sucked it clean as Clint came over and began to lick me clean.  I giggled and squirmed under him as he roughly ran his tongue over my bare skin.  “So, this coffee and arrows are for me then,” he said, running his fingers over his symbol that had been placed on my inner thigh.

“Oh yes,” I said sitting up and looking Tony over, trying to find the symbol that was mine.  It seemed to set others off too and they all began to look each other over closely to find their own symbols.  I traced from Bucky��s wolf down to Bruce’s coin until right on the line of his Adonis belt I found a symbol I hadn’t seen before.  It was blue and looked like a lotus flower but made of flame, right at its center in a blue that was so pale it was almost white, and yet seemed to shimmer like a flame, was a heart.  From the flower threads spread out, much as with the electricity on Thor’s symbol.  Where the electricity jumped from one symbol to the next, the threads from mine just branched out to each one, so they were all tethered to it.  I smiled and kissed it before lying back down and letting Tony look to find his.

I couldn’t believe two weeks ago Riley didn’t even have powers and now here we were with sets of our own.  Bonded together.  It was yet another major life change, but we would move through it together.  We were a family and now nothing could break that.

[silver-wield]

So I was reading through your masterlist and saw "cloti healthy disagreement" and for some reason I thought it would be about the argument they had in AC. Was not disappointed on the post, of course, you're amazing as always. But if you have the time, what do you think about their little "lover's quarrel" in the movie?

I gotchu! At last lol

Okay, onto some Advent Children stuff. I'm prefacing this by saying I'm definitely not an expert on this one. I've seen the movie like 3 times.

Ok, spoiler warning for ppl who haven’t played – do I still need to do this? Eh ok, (I tag FF7R spoilers as final fantasy 7 remake spoilers) and it’s gonna be long and also not about FF7R, but who’s paying attention to this bit?

Also, this is one person’s interpretation of the scene, so if you disagree that’s cool and we’ll agree to disagree.

You’re also gonna have to excuse the janky quality on some of the screens, I’m grabbing them from Youtube and it’s frustrating af trying to get the exact moment I want.

Please check my master post to see if I've already covered your question, thanx

Let's mosey!

Recap time!

So, after Cloud finds Tifa in the church and then passes out so they can do a whole yin yang symbolism thing—which I get is supposed to look cool and showcase how they are the other half of each other, but I kinda just wish they'd had them lying together because the way that happened just doesn't make sense.

But, back to the house. When Cloud wakes up it's day time and then when Tifa wakes up it's night. So he has literally stayed by her the entire day, despite the kids being in trouble. Kinda feels like I shouldn't point out how people said Cloud is kid centric in AC where I said he tolerates the ones that aren't his family, but given a choice he'll choose Tifa over everyone, but yeah, I probably shouldn't go on about how Cloud is a bit of a dick to everyone except Tifa lol

“Reno and Rude are out looking.”

Okay, so Tifa wakes up and the first thing that Cloud says to her is Reno and Rude are looking for the kids because he thinks that's the first thing she's gonna ask about. He says this as he's walking around the bed, like he can't bare to stand still and look at her, like he's expecting her to dismiss him.

Since we know from OTWTAS that he thinks he's not good enough for her again and that she shouldn't care, this reaction is expected from him.

“You have geostigma, don't you?”

We don't get to see Cloud's reaction to this because his back is to us, but Tifa's eyes are wide and earnest looking and she's upset. This is inter-shot with clips of Cloud riding his bike towards the Forgotten City because this is what he's thinking about as he's on his way there.

And Cloud even glances back the way he came to further hit home that he's thinking about this talk with Tifa because that's how important it is to him. His gaze skims his right arm, which we know he associates with strength and keeping his promise to protect Tifa.

“You're gonna give up and die, is that it?”

She sounds so heartbroken when she asks this. She looks heartbroken too. When he doesn't reply, she can't look at him and sits up, curling into herself to protect herself from the emotional pain that Cloud's inflicting on her.

“There's no cure.”

Tifa immediately turns back to Cloud to argue that Denzel's still fighting. She's got tears in her eyes and she's trying so hard to be positive.

“Don't run, let's fight it together.”

Tifa turns towards Cloud and we can see from the wider angle that he's got his head down and looks defeated.

“I guess that only works for real families.”

And by real, Tifa means regular ones. Husband, wife, bio kids. Not what they have, which is being not-married, but living together as though they are and raising a kid who isn't theirs biologically and also taking care of their friend's daughter, who also treats them like they’re his kids. Their family is unorthodox and Tifa's questioning whether their odd family isn't worth fighting for because it's not perfect or normal like other people's, and this makes her sad because she was content with her family. She loves Cloud and Marlene and Denzel and never questioned if what they had was a family or not because she thought it was. She wants to know if Cloud thinks so too. He left her. Ok, he had good reasons in his head, but what if one of those reasons is he wasn't happy with his family the way it was?

“Tifa, I'm not fit to help anyone. Not my family, not my friends, nobody.”

Half of me wants to shake Cloud, but then the other half is like “oh you poor precious bean you need hugs”

He's clearly in the depths of his depression to the point he thinks he's totally useless. His body language is so low I don't think he could curl himself over anymore than he already is. He can't look Tifa in the eye, and for a guy who does good eye contact with her this is a big deal. Cloud is wallowing in his self-doubt, guilt and sense of failure. He calls her his family, though, so he’s given her an answer that he thinks what they have is a family, which is something.

“Dilly dally, shilly shally.”

I know this is to show how silly Cloud's being, but I hate this line. It sounds so ooc for Tifa. It's definitely more fitting for Aerith later on. Then again, she probably got the words from Aerith at some point in the past, so that could explain why she uses them.

Cloud's head is down until Tifa says this, then he starts to look up and we get a clear view of his eyes for the first time since the scene began. He looks upset, but surprised and confused too. Like “wtf is Tifa talking about?”

And when Tifa repeats the words in a firmer voice, while not looking at him because I'm betting this confrontation is hard for her too, Cloud looks away and tries to figure out what she means by it. And then Reno throws him a bone by telling him because Cloud obviously has lost his Tifa mind reader ability for a while lol

The two images also look like a callback to real vs soldier Cloud, so there’s that too.

“They're at their base: the forgotten city.”

And both Cloud and Tifa look away when they hear where Kadaj is holed up, because Tifa knows it's here that Cloud started slipping into depression and Cloud knows it's a place he doesn't want to go back to because he feels so guilty about Aerith. If he goes, he'll have to confront his guilt and work through it, and that's why during the conversation with Aerith he says he wants to be forgiven in response to her asking why he's there. He made the choice to confront those feelings and not run anymore. He still feels like he doesn't deserve it which is why he says he wants to be forgiven, but later during the chat with Vincent he resolves those feelings and decides to try fighting for what he has in the present instead of being weighed down by the past. It's his friends and family who ultimately help Cloud past this.

“Go.”

Tifa looks at Cloud when he tries to avoid the confrontation with his guilt. She tells him to stop running because she can hear a weak excuse when it's being said and sees what Cloud's been doing now that she's got the full picture. He's scared and feels guilty and like he's not good enough. He got sick and couldn't help himself or anyone and thought everyone would be better off without him. He turned away from their love and support because he loves them and didn't want to make them suffer because of his inadequacies. It's his childhood trait of not being good enough for everyone coming out, and it's one that Tifa resolves again by showing him love and support and telling him he is good enough.

“You need to think about now. Really take it in.”

Tifa is telling Cloud to live in the present and to stop letting the past ruin him. He can't change what happened, but he can make a difference now. If he stops running away.

“Look at you, you think you've got it so damn hard.”

I love the shot of her ring here. It's not just drawing attention to the fact she's wearing the equivalent of an engagement/promise/wedding ring and that it matches Cloud's wolf head stuff, so clearly came from him, it's that by showing us this shot of her hand, we're being told that she's giving him some tough love. They're a couple and that means they can have tough conversations. Tifa doesn't like confrontation, but she won't avoid it if it matters. And Cloud matters because he's basically her husband and she loves him.

“Sure you might not answer the phone, but I don't see you throwing it away, either.”

Tifa knows Cloud so well that she can say things like he hates being alone and refuses to throw his phone away and to let people in. She's almost begging him at this point. Trying to justify how she wants him to not give up and that they need him just as much as he needs them. She's drawing attention to the front that he's acting like a loner, but picks up his messages.

And Cloud's expression shifts when she says this, too. He's acknowledging the fact she's right.

“Which is it, a memory or us?”

Tifa's saying will Cloud let himself die because of his guilt and everything that's gone wrong or will he choose to live in the present with his family who love him? She’s pretty much crying by this point because she wants him to live.

“But, I let you die.”

And there's the confirmation of Cloud's guilt being the reason for his behaviour. And then Aerith repeats the same line Tifa does, implying that Cloud's being an annoying butt and should move on and forgive himself since no one blames him except himself.

In conclusion

AC Cloud is annoying af and I give massive props to Tifa for loving him even when he's like this. Their conversation is pretty interesting from Tifa's pov, especially when you think how hard it is for her to have a confrontation. She uses body language that's typical for her passive personality trait, but then when it comes down to it, she turns and gives it her all for Cloud. Because that confrontation is for him. It's not because of him that she's doing it. He's not a reason to fight, he's someone for her to fight for.

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

Can you please share some more facts about the Fawleys? I really enjoy reading about them dw if you can’t though 💓

Oh my dear anon! You act as though you are some sort of burden, when you are anything but? When your message could never bring me anything but pure joy? Thank you for gracing my inbox! (Side note, I discuss spoilers for “Remembrance” in this post, so just keep that in mind.) 

The first thing to understand is that I am flaky and indecisive. I can never make up my mind and head-canons and decisions about the Fawley family might very well change, alas. Particularly as new details of canon emerge. Example: I once wrote Luca’s rift with Rowan into the story as them suspecting Rowan of being R, but then having them come back together and be closer than ever following the Imperius incident. Given what I know now? With Y6CH18? I’m gonna say that whole rift never even happens. Rowan is one of the most important people in Luca’s life, period. So the more time they spend together, the better. Gail can have the “grown apart” relationship with Rowan, sure, but not Luca. This is just one example of how anything can change in the main story, and thus, my head-canons are subject to shift at any time because I cannot make up my mind or commit to anything. I am a true cornflake. All that said, let me talk about what I know and have decided about the Fawley family. 

I’ve debated a lot on what family to have Nina come from originally. I’ve bounced around The MacMillans, the Burkes, The Greengrass’s...but then I realized the perfect solution that actually ties in with previous details. Nina is from the Shafiq family. The other Pureblood line on the Sacred Twenty-Eight that never gets mentioned in the book. And oh boy, I’m gonna have fun defining them as well. This works well because I always envisioned Luca as Middle Eastern, but I had placed The Fawleys in Britain for the War of the Roses. Did a bit of digging, and Shafiq is an Arabic name. It totally works out! 

That being said, I’m so indecisive that I might not even keep to that as being her name. Nina, that is. I might come up with a different first name for her. Same goes for Luca’s father, who has been called both Eric and Arik in the past. The trouble is, I conceived Luca’s mother around the interpretation/theory I had about MC’s mum at the time of writing Luca’s fic. Basically, my theory is that MC’s family is part of R, or have some previous involvement with them that extends further back than Jacob. That one or both of MC’s parents were members. I dunno what it is, I just do not trust MC’s mum. She seems shady at worst, and a bad parent at best. But you can see how this particular background is subject to change. Who the hell knows if MC’s mum is a part of R, or if she will even appear. 

This also ties in with the mystery of just how Luca’s family got cursed. And this is something else that is subject to change. Literally everything about the Fawley Curse. (Also known by it’s proper name: The Invigorium Curse.) I made the “Mark of Despair” a black star and had it appear on the hand. I might change the design to be something like a rose, in thinking about it. (A “Black Rose” being the symbol of The Fawleys.) But if I move it’s location from the hand, to say, the back of the neck or something...well then, I don’t get that raw backstory about Mr. Fawley trying to free himself from the curse by chopping off his own hand...at which point, the Mark of Despair reappears on his other hand, because did he really think it would be that easy? I’ve toyed with placing the Mark on the back of the neck...that’s pretty metal too, and could tie in with how the Fawleys always have long and beautiful hair. But on the other hand, Mr. Fawley is dead by the time Luca and Gail are Hogwarts age...suppose he killed himself by stabbing the Mark? That may be a bit too much though...

I’m getting off topic, I was discussing the source of the Curse. Again, this winds up being connected to R in my fic. Connected to the power that they want. Based on what R winds up being and wanting, this could be subject to change. What I have in mind is that the Fawleys experimented with strange magic and ended up branding the Marks of Despair onto themselves. But I might change that. Either way, I want this to be something that they brought upon themselves. It could have been intentional, a selfish experiment to gain more power...or a consequence of something terrible that they did, a punishment. I’m not really sure. Just like I’m not sure I want it to be a Star or a Flower. It could be an ancient rune. I kind of feel like Luca would take Ancient Runes as an elective. Far more likely than Divination, that’s for damn sure. But then again, HPHM has ignored that half of these classes are supposed to be optional...anyway. 

The name “Fawley” actually means, bird-catcher. Hunter of wild birds. I wonder if the original Fawley was someone who hunted down and killed a beautiful swan or something, a creature that was precious to some ancient monarch, and they were cursed as punishment. Maybe the curse was applied to them by being force-fed black flowers. Imagine if the Fowler was a muggle, the Monarch was a Wizard (or at least, had one on his payroll) and the magic that the Fowler’s children bore as a result is what started this “pureblood” line. (Everyone can trace their ancestry to a muggle eventually. Everyone. Fight me on this, pureblood supremacists.) You know what, the more I think about it, the more I really like this idea. It ties in with what the Fawley name means. And it keeps to the story that I always wanted to tell with these guys. That being that, while Pureblood and thus privileged, the general consensus about them is that they’re unstable, unlucky, and dangerous. Have a history of madness and misfortune and even suicide. Almost like the Targaryens, for my Game of Thrones fans out there. It ties in with how Jacob and MC are viewed. This is also the reason I had Alice Longbottom be a Fawley by birth, and Aunt to Luca and Gail. She is one of many cases of Fawleys suffering and going mad, seemingly because they were just destined to. It is sheer luck and good fortune that Neville didn’t inherit the Mark of Despair, because Alice had one, and it’s a dominant trait. 

I’m so glad you wrote this to me, because it’s helping me figure things out. Even if I haven’t come up with that much new material, I can’t tell you how excited I am for this new origin story about the bird-catcher. What’s interesting is that “Shafiq” apparently is a word for compassion and kindness. Which ah...does not suit Mrs. Fawley, I’ll just say that. No matter how I interpret her, it’s going to based on MC’s mum from the game...and I don’t think she’s the best person. Yet ironically, all of the Fawley kids have her general look, physically. And compassion is truly the name of the game for her kids, especially with Luca. Mrs. Fawley’s kids all turned out to be better people than her, but Luca is the very best of them and Jacob notes this when all is said and done. The Fawley kids are a total trifecta and in a way, it’s Gail who is the happy medium. She’s the middle mark between polar opposites, those opposites being Luca and Jacob. And yet, Luca and Jacob adore each  other and Gail is kind of the outsider. 

She gets along decently well with Luca, but they’re different in certain key traits that make them distinctly uncomfortable with each other. They might have outgrown this had they been raised together, but it’s so important to me that no matter what, this never happens. No matter the AU. Luca and Gail grow up believing the other is dead. They don’t meet until young adulthood, and what should be a dream come true just kind of...isn’t. They have a strained relationship. Not hateful, just...not perfect. Because why it would it be? Because they’re biologically related? That doesn’t mean they’re going to be best friends, and trying to force it, simply doesn’t help. Seriously, Gail is actually far more fond of Luca than she is Jacob. Dear god, she cannot stand him. She’s so grounded and integrated into understanding how one should behave and following social norms. She’s Lawful Good for sure. But Jacob is just...he’s fire and ice and rage, he is a walking storm. Gail just doesn’t take well to people like that. They stress her out. It’s not like Luca. Their inherent patience and pathological desire to “rescue” problematic people...yeah, is it any wonder Luca x Merula is a strong contender for endgame? 

Ooh, here’s something new I can talk about. Middle names. I’ve tossed around a few in the past, but the one thing I’ve always been certain of is that I want Luca and Gail to both have middle names that are one syllable. Luca’s middle name is Rae. It’s simple, it’s gender neutral, and it sounds nice. Not only that, but it has Hebrew origin and the Fawleys are definitely Jewish. From what I can tell, it means either “lamb” or “friend of sheep” aka, sheppard. Both of these suit Luca remarkably well. As does the other interpretation I’ve found, which is that it means “timid” or “bashful.” It’s just the perfect name for them. Now let’s move onto Gail. I’m...still not sure. I’ve considered a few, like Brynn, Claire, and even “Rose” (Shoutout to a friend of mine, I’m going to assume you’ll see this.) But I have yet to land on one that I like enough for Gail to pin it down. Nothing just screams out at me like Rae does for Luca. What else can I talk about...ooh, wands! 

I’ve mentioned wand contents before, but I’ll reiterate them here, and provide some cool images I found to go along with them! Luca’s wand is Rowan and Unicorn Hair, and if you didn’t already know - it was Rowan them-self who previously owned it. The wand was fashioned at the tree farm and they used it right up until Luca’s first wand was destroyed by Rakepick. That first wand, Hazel and Unicorn Hair, had belonged to Mrs. Fawley. Right up until she lost her ability to do magic, a side-effect of her depression which happened after Jacob disappeared. (Dumbledore implied that this was possible and may have happened to Merope.) Luca took her wand and promised to safeguard it for the day that she would eventually be able to use it again. Enter the Curse-Breaker that everyone hates, bye bye Hazel wand. When just then, surprise surprise! Rowan’s wand suddenly chooses Luca. And you can bet that Rowan is over the moon and Luca is sobbing because they don’t deserve this. But they accept it. I wish I could say I had such a cool backstory for Gail’s wand, but the truth is that she just bought it from Ollivander. Aspen and Dragon Heartstring. On the other hand, one cool detail is that she defies Rakepick and rather than use a new one, she uses her old one after Dumbledore repairs it for her. See, it’s little moments like this, why Gail trusts him when Luca emphatically doesn’t. 

Behold their wands, pictured below! Why yes, the skull design for the Rowan wand’s handle is morbidly appropriate Why yes, the symbols written on Gail’s wand do look pretty cool. (I also couldn’t find an “official” wand that was colored white, apart from Voldemort’s, so there’s that.)