#like. her magic (I hc) is freezing her from the inside out but she also doesn't like the idea of learning Life just to counteract it. so.

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Going to be posting about New Age again later (when am I not) but my childhood game (Wizard 101) just got a major update and I fear my hyperfixation is twisting for the worst lmao-

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Could you please write Hcs for an Mc who is the twst version of Elsa and what the dorm leaders think of her.

Uhhhh an Elsa request 🌚🌚 I’m quite excited about a request for Elsa!MC as I love hippie queen Elsa. Thanks for that! I’m a Helsa shipper and I’ve written fics (one of them hasn’t been updated since 14/02/2020 lol), headcanons, crack AU (there is twilight one sdfghj), incorrect quotes etc... One of the Helsa AUs I love is the genderbent AU. I saved a few of them in my OG blog, I can share all of genderbent frozen characters’ links here which can be imagined what if they were in Twisted Wonderland. Just gonna share this one because I got that as a gift for Valentine’s Day

I added Elsa!MC’s relationship with the dorm leaders in some headcanons. I was too excited for Elsa!MC that I focused on MC in this post.

MC/Yuu

It is not where MC imagined waking up, inside of a place more confined than her room. It is overwhelming and she has no idea how she ended up there. Certainly, it cannot be her mother and father as they wouldn’t do that without telling her... right? Maybe she didn’t realize her powers got out of control while her parents did so they put her more confined place.

All these thoughts are racing in her head, not even hearing the commotion coming outside where she is, only realizes it when a door is opened and she falls from a little high place. When she sees Grimm, she doesn’t believe her eyes first then she remembers the trolls then she sees his magic. It’s similar yet opposite magic of hers, fire magic. She is fascinated by it but she can’t be near another destructive power like hers and also Grimm wants to take her clothes which is something she certainly cannot do! Her gloves especially! 

MC starts running when she notices that she isn’t wearing her gloves, leaving an icy trail behind.

When she is found out, she is dragged down by some suspicious man. She tries to explain that she is too dangerous but he doesn’t listen. She doesn’t want to hurt him accidentally like she did with her sister.

Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know, be the good girl you always have to be; she repeats herself to not freeze the weird bird guy.

When she is pushed in front of the mirror, it says “This one’s soul does not fit Night Raven Collage” then the other magical creature that wanted her clothes wants to take her place. The creature spits fire everywhere and someone yells “Duck!”. 

MC is panicked, suddenly pulling her hands over her face to cover but the blow never hits as she froze the magical creature when she moved her hands.

“I’m sorry, sorry” MC repeats.

She accidentally freezes the ghosts when they are materialized but they phase through the ice.

She panics when fighting the first overblot monster, she would rather make herself an ice castle and live there even if the food and toilet would be problem but Dire sends her in that mission, saying that it will help her open up. Though she can swear that she heard him mutter “testing her abilities.”

After the first overblot fight, MC gains a new perspective of her powers, protecting instead of destroying.

MC asks if she can attend the classes online like she did in her world because she doesn’t want to be around people but her proposal is refused. Dire assures her that the teachers and the classes would help her to return home while learn about controlling her powers. She agrees, has to agree but she still prefers online learning. She hears that another person in the school wants it so she decides to meet him so they can maybe convince Dire for online classes. Idia agrees but neither were able to convince Dire.

MC gains confidence after learning about the magic, fighting overblots and gaining friends.

She doesn’t want to play Magift but she does for her friends. She freezes the ground of rival team in this case Savanaclaw and freezes them up to their hips but they need more as Savanaclaw has better physical abilities and more magic control.

She feels Riddle’s pain as she got subjected to a similar thing for a different reason.

MC also understands Malleus’ loneliness as she was also alone for another reason. Their nightly walk is precious to her and one of the things that helped her to open up.

When she feels confident enough, she signs up for the singing competition of NRC. She writes a song based on her life but adds victorian era royalty so it won’t be exact same as her story.

MC wears confined clothing and makes a small snow hill and a small scale snow storm on stage as a prop. She starts walking on the snow hill and starts singing. “Now they know...” She takes off her gloves. She makes a small ice bridge then an ice castle as she continues to sing then she changes her clothes with magic. “Cold never bothered me anyway,” She says, closing the castle door and leaving the stage.

She wins the competition much to Vil contempt. Now she got in his radar. On the other hand, Azul offers her a job, singing in Mostro Lounge which she accepts and forms a strange bond with Azul, Floyd and Jade.

MC says “Glaciers are rivers of ice” and gets a deadpan expression from Azul and Jade while Floyd laughs “Shrimpy isn’t making sense.” Meanwhile, Azul says “We have seen glaciers every year, they are not rivers of ice.” However, MC ignores them and adds “Water has memory so ice has memory too.” Azul just gives up at that point. He thinks she is using Jade’s mushrooms.

Before she gained self confidence and interacted people more, she wasn’t able to handle Kalim but the new her enjoys spending time with him. She teaches him snow games such as snow ball, ice skating, sliding on the ice...

Leona didn’t care for MC as long as she didn’t use her powers. Cold and he don’t get along. After she gained confidence, she started to play with ice and snow more and dropping the temperature of some places, much to his dread.

MC gets comfortable with herself one day and she feels the calling of the woods. So she follows that calling. 

MC starts living in the forest of NRC instead of Ramshackle despite leaving Grim all alone there, though there are ghosts. She found herself in the woods

Now Azul is certain that she consumes Jade’s strange mushrooms.

[gingerale2017]

“Now, Kiss!”

Based on this hc I made earlier :)

3474 words

Fandom: The Lunar Chronicles

Pairing: Kai x Cinder

Fluff

Description:

Kai knew that the annoyance was part of having a sibling, but he hated it all the same. Nainsi would tease him about everything and when she figured out his crush on Cinder Linh, it only got worse. When Cinder calls Kai on the day that Nainsi brings some friends, she suspects that something might be cooking in the pot. Is she right, or are they friends for another agonizing day?

(Also I decided to name her Nainsi bc I’m too tired to brainstorm anything else I like it)

“WAKE UP KAI!” was the first thing Kai heard after being unfortunately interrupted by a sweet dream involving a certain someone. He was awake now, with a 100-pound pillow being tossed onto his head. Groaning, he flipped to his other side, squeezing his eyes shut as if that would make the tiny monster go away.

“KAI WE’RE GONNA BE LATE!” Nainsi yelled. She threw another pillow at him and when he didn’t show any signs of stopping, she yanked the cover out. Thank the stars for sheets.

“Stars, what time is it?” Kai managed to ask. Knowing his family it was probably five in the morning.

“Seven-thirty, ” he groaned again. It was way too early to get out of bed. Plus, the school didn’t start until eight-thirty so they were very much not late. He tucked his head in the pillow and wished for his sister to magically vanish away into whatever drama she obsessed with now.

“KAI! GET OUT THE BED RIGHT NOW!” Kai turned his head to glare at her. She glared right back.

“You know Cinder gets up super early for whatever reason. That’s something you two can get along with, ” instead of rolling her eyes like she usually did when Kai talked about Cinder, Nainsi's lips formed into a coy smile.

He cursed.

She somehow smiled even further and cocked her head, “Got any plans with her tonight?”

He could feel his ears turn red, and he tried to kill her on the spot with his eyes. His little sister took the smart choice and sprinted out of his room with Kai on her heels.

She screamed as he followed her down the stairs into the kitchen, seeking refuge next to their father’s chair. Kai could tell he was annoyed by the posture he was in and the way he took another sip of his coffee.

Nainsi shot Kai a smug smile that he wished to wipe off her face, “are you gonna wear pajamas to school, Kaito?”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Ah, yes, but then you’ll spend the rest of your life in jail and will never see your precious Cinder again.”

He glared at her once more and left to go change. When he came back, the aroma of fried eggs was so strong that it filled the whole house.

His father was humming a tune while seasoning the eggs with pepper, now in a less annoyed mood. There were two plates on the kitchen counter already equipped with breakfast. Nainsi rebelliously made cereal instead of eating eggs. Kai, on the other hand, was grateful for the free breakfast.

He sat grabbed a ate and sat at the barstool, preparing to dig into his meal. Dad wanted to make small talk instead, “Good morning, son, and you're welcome for the delicious breakfast that I so graciously made for my marvelous kids.”

“Good morning, father, and us marvelous kids are so grateful for this delicious meal that makes caught us by surprise. But unfortunately, one of your children prefers Lucky Charms to you’re amazing breakfast, ” Kai responded after swallowing his first bite of eggs.

Nainsi looked up from her cereal, “that’s because I don’t like eggs, they’re disgusting.”

“You don’t like anything, ” she stuck her tongue out. Kai picked up his plate and placed it in the sink. Unsurprisingly, he was still hungry, so he went to see what was in the fridge.

“Kai, why don’t you ever want up early?” his father asked.

“Um, because-”

“Because he’s up all night thinking about making out with Cinder in the back of her BMW, ” the little monster interrupted before he could continue. He grabbed a tomato and slammed the fridge shut.

He then threw the tomato at her, “two strikes, Nainsi.”

She dodged the tomato and looked back at Kai with big round eyes.

“Hey, it's too early to fight with your sister just yet, ” interjected his father, “also, if you couldn’t tell, your mother is working double shifts at the hospital today so she wouldn’t be coming back tonight and I have a business trip. I know you have some friends coming over today, Nainsi, so behave better than usual. Both of you.”

“What friends are coming over, Nainsi?” Kai mused, an idea forming in his head.

“Just Geovanna and Emily. Possibly Ben but he hasn’t confirmed yet,” she answered, “why?”

“Just wondering. Anyways, we gotta go now,” Kai pulled on his sweatshirt from the laundry and headed towards the front, “bye dad.”

He nodded at Kai, currently preoccupied with his second mug of coffee while Nainsi rushed to follow Kai.

It was freezing out, as it usually was during winter in Maryland, but today was unusually cold. He turned on the car while Nainsi hopped in the passenger seat.

“Are we gonna go or what?” she barked.

“In a minute. Let me close my eyes for a bit.”

“You always do that, you lazy bum.”

“Your insults are getting drier and drier Nainsi.”

“Just go, ” this time she hit his forearm with her binder from nowhere. Repeatedly.

“Okay, stop hitting me. Ow.”

They drove off towards the school. Although Nainsi lived to tease Kai, they got along pretty well. They talked about this new show and had similar opinions on it during the short car ride. Once they were at Nainsi’s school and she was gone, then he could start playing the radio.

He bid his goodbye’s and see you later’s and now was off to his school.

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Kai was unsurprisingly drained during the last period of the day. He fiddled with the corner of his notes to keep himself awake for at least ten more minutes. When he felt himself starting to doze off, he began to replay the day so far.

When he got to school, Cinder was marked absent which made his day worse. He always looked forward to hearing her sarcastic remarks or her smiling at one of his witty jokes.

Anyways, she was gone and he was sad, but Cress wasn’t. She happily explained to Kai that she and Thorne were going on a date Sunday. He was happy for her, truly, but all he could think about was how he can unsuccessfully tell his feeling to Cinder.

Not telling her felt like he was forgetting something important every day, except he was not forgetting. He knew exactly what he was doing and it killed him, but he also didn’t want to ruin the good that they have now. Then Kai would think about how it would be better and his thought would circle around and around.

After meeting up with Cress, they endured through the first two periods they shared, Scarlet and Thorne joining during the second. Although he had plenty of friends to talk to and enjoy, he couldn't help missing Cinder.

She's gone for one day and you feel like this? he thought, get a break. The little voice inside Kai's head was right.

Then the last bell rang, startling him. He stood up and began to pack his things. Then he fast-walked out and left.

"Kai!" he heard someone call.

Iko and Cress gestured at Kai to come to their lockers. He obliged.

"Look, Winter's birthday is in a couple of weeks, during the break. We want to throw a party because it's her sweet sixteen! We already have all the decorations ready, I know it's early, but long story short, can we throw it at your place?" his blue-haired friend asked as innocently as possible. Although she had to change her posture, tone, and expression to look innocent, Cress had that personality as her default.

"Please, Kai?” Cress pleaded and she knew what she was doing. It was always impossible to say no to her without feeling guilty. Or maybe it was just Kai who hated saying no.

“Of course! My parents are going to their parents during that week, so I’ll just ask to stay behind.”

“Yay! Thank you so much!” Iko hugged him tightly, “also not a word to Winger. It’s going to be a surprise.”

“Sounds nice.”

“Yep. I got to go to my job interview, remember what I was telling you about. Ah, the chance to work a boutique, what a dream,” and with that, his friend walked away.

“Hey Cress, did you hear anything about Cinder, ” he pressed.

She nodded, “Adri was mad at her again so she’s stuck at the garage, ” the blonde began to nibble in her fingernails. Noticing the bad habit, she brought he hand down.

“Oh, ” he hated Cinder’s stepmother, he truly did. And it killed him he couldn’t do anything about it.

They walked silently down the hall. Girls batted their lashes and some greeted him but he ignored it as usual.

“Do you think Adri would let Cinder free tonight?” he asked, now in the parking lot of the school.

“If you’re the one taking her anywhere then, of course, Adri would.”

Cress, Cinder, and Winter all skipped one grade. Cinder and Winter skilled first, and Cress skipped seventh. Cress was the smartest of them all, granted, and they don’t have a driver's license. So Cress got a ride with her older brother Jacin, and so did Winter (Jacin’s girlfriend). Cinder usually rode with Thorne, but on the good days, she rides with Kai.

They reached Kai’s car which was near Jacin’s car and being the super over-protective brother he was, he glared Kai down. Kai found this confusing because his feelings for Cinder were quite obvious, but then he saw Thorne parked next to Kai.

Thorne was currently ‘interested’ in Cress which made her a flustered mess.

Cress walked quickly to Jacin’s car and hopped in the back. Kai called goodbye and started his car. Then there was a rap on his window.

“What?” he asked Thorne, “I got to pick up my sister.”

“What flowers does Cress like?” he lifted an eyebrow at his friend, “not like that,” what Thorne did not know was that Cress told Kai everything about their date. Perhaps Thorne wants to keep it secret until then.

“Uh-huh.”

“Just answer the question!”

He shifted in his seat, “I dunno. Ask Jacin.”

“Great advice,” Thorne deadpanned.

“Get her roses. Those are super romantic and she’s all about the romantic gestures.”

“Nah, too cheesy. Pretend it's Cinder, what would she like?”

“Cinder doesn’t like flowers. Wrenches, however, are much appreciated.”

“I think I’ll just get roses.”

“Yeah, now move, my sister is waiting for me, ” Kai rolled up the windows and drove out.

Time passed very quickly and the next thing he knew, Nainsi was climbing in the passenger seat with her three friends in the back seat.

“I thought it was only two people, ” he whispered harshly.

She shrugged, “Ben decided to come.”

“What are you gonna feed them.”

“Pizza.”

“Who’s money?”

“Yours,” he shoved Nainsi but she shoved back.

“Fine but you owe me.”

“We’ll see, ” she turned in the seat to talk with her friends.

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Once everyone was settled inside and pizza was ordered he began to brainstorm ways Kai could punish Nainsi for this morning.

Then, like a light bulb, a perfect idea formed into his head. He walked into the laundry room where a basket filled with his clothes was waiting for him.

He pulled off his shirt, grabbed the basket, and headed into the living room. His sister was watching a realistic drama with her friends, although Kai wasn’t sure the drama wasn’t ‘realistic’ at all.

This plan happened before on accident with the same friends and they just stared at him while Nainsi shooed him out. Little did he know that her friends would just start talking about him and his looks. When Nainsi told him this, he groaned and whined about how he got enough of this from school. So when Nainsi had people over, Kai would camp in his room to avoid the awkwardness.

Now, he knows how her friends would react. And how she would react.

But before he could do anything, the phone in his pocket vibrated, making him turn a one-eighty back into the laundry.

It was actually Cinder calling and he answered quickly, “hello?”

“Uh, Kai?”

“Yes?”

“Can you do me a favor? Please?” it sounded like she was outside where it was currently raining.

“Yes, of course, what do you need?”

“I need a ride. I’m stuck here in the rain, by myself. Also, this is going to sound weird but, can I also stay with you for an hour and a half?” she defeated like she lost an argument.

“I can pick you up and you can stay with me. Nainsi has some friends over but it should be fine, ” Kai wondered if he sounded too cheery.

“Ok, thanks. I’m at the gas station outside your neighborhood, by the way.”

“Great, see you in a few minutes. Bye.”

“Bye, ” she hung up.

Kai hurried to put on a shirt and grab two rain jackets from the close, just in case Cinder needed one. Then he walked into the living room and out the front door, only to come back in. He forgot to tell Nainsi where he was going.

“Hey Nainsi, I got to pick up someone. I’ll be back soon though, ” she nodded, mouth full of pizza crust, “uh, don’t open the door to strangers. Bye.”

This time he didn’t go back inside after he left. He drove out of the neighborhood, slowly because it was pouring buckets and he could barely see three feet in front of him. After an eternity, Kai finally reached the gas station and parked under the large roof.

He didn’t even see Cinder come in, only heard her, sacring him witless. She smiled apologetically while tossing a white plastic bag onto her lap. It was full of snacks.

“Thanks for coming to get me, I owe you one now, ” she said, handing him one of the bags of chips.

“Of course, Cinder, I would do anything for you, ” the corner of her lip curved upwards as Kai’s cheeks heated, “that came out wrong. I meant that you’re my friend and such. Like the good moral movies where like the one friend reminds the other what friendship is truly about?”

Cinder snorted, “Like My Little Pony?”

“Isn’t that a TV show?”

“Same thing.”

“Is not.”

“Whatever, I know what you meant. Peony had made me watch enough TV shows and movies to last a lifetime.”

“Okay then, ” the rain seemed to finally thin during their conversation making it much more comfortable conditions for Kai to drive in.

Cinder had a habit of talking with her mouth full and the ‘good manners kid’ inside of him cringed. He hoped he hid it well.

Anyways Cinder explained why she was soaking wet at a gas station abandoned with snacks. She was bored and hungry and wanted something to do. So she walked to the gas station, alone, for snacks and a good walk.

Kai raised an eyebrow at that, “you live far away from me, how and why did you walk miles just for a bag of junk food?”

“People can do miraculous things when they are bored, Kai.”

“Yes, and penguins can fly if they really set their minds to it.”

“They are a bird so, hey, nothing’s impossible.”

“Who drove you?”

Cinder shoved a chip in her mouth, “Pearl,” she admitted reluctantly.

“What?”

“I skipped lunch and she knew I was hungry so she drove me here and left me while I was getting snacks. She also called me and said that it was a prank she couldn’t resist.”

“Oh, ” Kai said as they were pulling in his driveway. It was drizzling now so there was no need for the rain jackets.

“I’m also supposed to be at the garage until later so that's why I have to stay that long. If I come back early, Adri would get mad, and I don’t feel like getting yelled at today.”

“Ok,” he said as he walked out of the car.

He opened the door for Cinder and followed her inside. Nainsi and her friends did not move from before he left, but they switched shows. His little sister locked eyes with Cinder, immediately getting up.

“Hey Cinder. I did not know you two were hanging out today?” She said conspiratorially.

Cinder nodded, “yeah it was kind of sudden. Also, Peony is not with me, sorry.”

“That’s okay. I’m going back to my friends now. So you guys can ‘hang out’” Nainsi emphasized the last part then ran off to her friends.

“So, um, what do you want to do for an hour and a half?” he asked.

Cinder turned to him, “I don’t know, what do you want to do.”

“I don’t know.”

“Let’s just go to your room then.”

“Good idea, ” Cinder has been to his house enough to know the layout. He followed her to his room where she fell on the bed.

“Working under cars all day isn't good for the back you know, ” she explained, muffled by a pillow.

“I would expect so because your posture is not up to standards.”

She snorted, “I guess that’s true, ” Cinder sat up and leaned on the headboards, “sorry for taking up your space. And for calling you. Stars, this was a bad idea, you already have people here. I’m like an intruder-”

“Why are you apologizing so much? I don’t care if you light my room on fire, ” Kai accused. It was true, ever since he met her, she would apologize for every single tiny thing, as if every single wrong thing she did was unacceptable. He moved towards her to place a hand on hers, “it’s okay, Cinder. And calling me was a good idea because you saved me from the little demons.”

Cinder let out a genuine laugh that ended with a genuine smile. A smile that never ceased to make his heart twitch. He bashfully realized that he was still holding her hand.

Kai let go but she only grabbed his hand back. He watched her intertwine their fingers, trying to ignore the strong pounding of his heart. He dared to look up and realized that Cinder was staring at him.

He looked into her chocolate eyes that seemed to shine with stars. He wanted to dive into that sea of brown and lie there for eternity. As long she was there.

“Now kiss!” cried a shrill voice. Kai jumped away from Cinder, noticing that she copied his actions.

“Aw, come on just kiss already, the tension was so thick, ” said... Peony?

Cinder’s eyes widened, “Peony, what- how did- why are you here?”

“Well first, I was invited to the sleepover but I had volleyball practice so I had to come late. I just got here. And second, I saw Nainsi sneaking up here so I followed, and oh my stars, we ruined the money, didn’t we?” Peony looked at Nainsi.

“We did. Sorry guys, we’ll go now.”

“Yes, now you can kiss in peace, ” the girls left, leaving Kai very flustered. He glanced at Cinder and saw that her cheeks were also tinted pink.

“So, do you want something to eat, ” he asked finally. He could not bear the silence anymore.

“Yes, ” she nodded, although they already are in the car.

They got up to leave but before he could open the door, Cinder grabbed his wrist and pulls him down. The next thing he knew they were kissing. It was quick and soft and amazing. It felt like everything suddenly clicked and the world was righted. Like the stars finally aligned.

She pulled away and Kai could feel the heat in his ears. His heart was beating so loud that he was sure Cinder could hear it as well.

“Let’s go get some food, ” she breathed and opened the door. She was still holding his wrist, he realized. He intertwined their hands like before, but this time it felt more meaningful. It was like their hands now signified that they were more than friends. That they loved each other, even if they hadn't admitted it yet. But he could feel it and was sure that she could too.

They entered the kitchen and Cinder began to talk about food options but all he could think about was the kiss. He wanted to kiss her again. And to hold her.

Someone cleared their throat behind them, making them turn around. Nainsi, Peony, Emily, Geovanna, and Ben all stood with knowing faces. Nainsi smirked, “finally.”

Peony looked like she was about to explode with happiness, “I already told Iko. She’s ecstatic.”

Neither Kai nor Cinder said anything. Nainsi probably knew because of the looks on their red faces and told Peony. Then Peony told Iko and Iko probably told everyone in their friend group.

So now everyone knows.

“Just to be sure, you guys did kiss, right?” asked Emily.

Slowly, Cinder nodded. Kai opted to stare at his feet. Peony whooped, Nainsi squealed, Cinder blushed, and Kai groaned.

“Ok now we will leave you alone, for real, ” Nainsi promised, dragging her friends away.

“Why are there so many people here?” Kai murmured then turned to Cinder. She leaned on his shoulder. They were still holding each other's hand, “I really want to kiss you again, by the way.”

“Me too.”

“Okay then, ” he cupped her cheek with his free hand and kissed her. Cinder squeezed his hand affectionately. He once again felt like everything was where it was supposed to be, where he was supposed to be, and that was with Cinder.

Tagging: @just2bubbly @winterrhayle @jacihayle @shelbylmkaider @cerenoya @a-salting-the-world @ladyvesuvia @not-the-founder-of-rome @greenalmond @zephyr-thedragon @cinderswrench @cindersassasin @strawberry-seraph (these are just one-shot tags so please tell me if you want to be added or remove for these types of fics <3)

[zorkaya-moved]

Twisted From: Queen Elsa & Snow Queen. 

IMPORTANT:  I’ve already caught up with what we have of Chapter 6 (Ignihyde) from JPN Twisted Wonderland. If you need me to tag spoilers for Pomefiore chapter or Ignihyde chapter, please reach out to me! Basically, I’m following the JPN translations instead of ENG since I’ve heard there’s been censorship and certain contexts have been changed. 

IMPORTANT TO READ / HEADCANONS:

How does Zarina’s Overblot look like: the Phantom. 

Mother’s Unique Magic: Conceal, Don’t Feel. 

Aspects of Frozen & Snow Queen that have been taken into the verse.

Short summary of some key points in the verse.

Childhood: Family information, Victor’s injury, Visit to Water Spirit/Elemental in Coral Sea.

Work: Celebrity status, how she was recruited, how she is seen as a worker. 

Gerda and Kai: NPCs, Zarina’s relationship and break up. (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3; Read after).

Name: Zarina Morozova * Zarina - Czar/Ruler aside from ‘Gold.’   Morozova comes from ‘Moroz’ which means ‘Frost.’ Alias: Morana (Work name as a model/actress and a singer). Nicknames: Ice Queen, Orca-chan (by Floyd). Homeland: Land of Pyroxene (Northern part) (JPN) / Shaftlands (ENG). * I will refer to Zarina’s homeland as Pyroxene in all RPs and all HCs. I might say ‘Shaftlands’ at some point but accident since I first was exposed to that one, but I will be using Pyroxene for everything.  Status: Transfer Student (Junior), Dorm Leader (previously in her school). Dorm: Pomefiore. Club: Film Studies.  Best subject: Ancient Magic & Psychology. Unique Magic: Frozen Heart.  -- A highly dangerous spell that freezes the one who is cursed, it slowly starts to consume the user based on their magic capabilities from the inside. The magic strikes the heart and it makes people start to experience cold and slowly turn to ice, turning into freezing statues. The people who fully become a frozen statue don’t die, they are ‘stagnant’ and they are in a state of coma/sleep. More will come in a fully developed headcanons that will explain this magic’s weaknesses and strengths, how fast it can act/freeze people, etc.  * This means that Yuu will not be affected as they do not possess the magic capabilities, being immune to this ability. 

Birthday: July 27th Age: 18-19 Height (w/o heels): 175 cm (5′9)

Dominant hand: Ambidextrous. Favorite Food: Solyanka (Northern-region’s soup). Least Favorite Food: Chili peppers. Hobbies: Singing, Acting, Martial Arts, Chess. Favorite type of games: Strategy-based games.

Part-time work: Modeling, Acting. * She had to cut some of her hours because of transferring. Presence on social media: Celebrity status; High following on different social media platforms for both modeling/acting work and on her channel where she posts covers/lullabies/original songs.  Dark secret: She has support of the certain underground organizations from Coral Sea and Shaftlands (Pyroxene), it’s all because they are friends with Zarina’s parents and they’ve taught her how to be stronger when she was a kid. 

Reasons for Overblot: Isolation and distance reaching its peak, the inability to let go of control and the possibility that there is nowhere she can call home. The Overblot happens after meeting both her brother and Kai, it also accumulates after meeting Yuu and Grim due to the fact that being someone who doesn’t even come from Twisted Wonderland they seem to establish connections. The overblot concerns Zarina’s innermost fears and deep isolation that she feels because she’s unable to be ‘herself’ since she needs to protect her family and herself since her upbringing was tough and rough, meaning that she shoulders her family’s burdens on her shoulders without even her brother knowing, all because she wants to protect them and keep them safe/happy but it means accumulated pressure for years and years that finally breaks when she’s surrounded by people who have such strong connections. Not only that, but it’s also affected by being in Pomefiore where they are very tight-knit and they affected her as well with wishing to belong somewhere just like that. 

[broccoliboix5peepeeman]

for a writing request, could you do tddk attempting to cook (attempting to because well, shoto is an absolute kitchen disaster)? :0 your writing is really good, thank you so much !!

Of course thank youuuuuu! Sorry this took so long! (@randomstuff7739)

I have a hc that Izuku's favourite food is katsudon because it's also Inko's favourite and they'd eat it a lot. When he was little, they used to cook it together and they'd both smile and laugh, and Izuku would feel truly happy. It's one of the happier memories of his childhood, so whenever he has katsudon now, he feels warmth in more ways than one. <3

It was Inko-san's birthday, so she had special permission to come up to UA so Izuku could spend time with her and cook her favourite meal. Now, obviously Shoto had insisted on helping him out because Inko-san was a wonderful woman and he really wanted her to like him.

Today had to be perfect.

Izuku had a solid plan in place and Shoto was adamant not to fuck it up.

The only problem was that - as much as he didn't want to admit it - Shoto was absolutely atrocious at cooking. Ever since he had cremated a clove of garlic while making egg-fried rice, he hadn't been allowed anywhere near a wok, let alone been allowed to cook on his own.

He had quickly learned that Izuku would not be deterred by that though. His boyfriend had planned it out; Shoto was to make dessert under his supervision, while his boyfriend cooked katsudon. They were to use the common room kitchen, so other students could intervene if necessary.

Shoto thought it was a perfect plan.

'Okay, so I made the chocolate ganache dipping for the churros last night to save time, so don't worry about that for now. You just have to focus on making the batter for the crepe cones, then we'll separate it out and add more flour to the churro batter. Okay, Shouchan?' Izuku called out as he took all the necessary ingredients out of their various cupboards. He had already begun preparing the katsudon - because apparently that took longer to make - and was at a point where he could get everything ready for Shoto to start on the dessert.

'Got it.' Shoto nodded from his place in the centre of the kitchen, holding up a spatula that he had no idea what to do with.

'Good! I-' Izuku placed the flour and milk on the counter and turned to look at him, his smile quickly turning into a confused frown. 'What are you doing with that?'

When Shoto merely shrugged in response, his boyfriend wandered over, carefully took the spatula from him and put it back in the drawer. 'You only need that after you've made the batter.'

Izuku then took Shoto's hand and slowly led him to the countertop he had set up for him. 'Okay so here's the mixing bowl. First you wanna put the sugar in, then add your eggs. I've already measured out all your ingredients so you should be fine, but you need to crack your eggs. Do you think you can do that?'

'Do you really have that little faith in me, Izuku?' Shoto raised an eyebrow, pointedly ignoring the fact that his boyfriend wasn't answering. 'I've cracked eggs before.'

'Okay, okay.' Izuku raised his hands defensively with a half-smile. 'After you've added them, mix them together. When you're done, add a little bit of the flour, then a bit of milk, then mix and repeat until you run out of both, okay?'

Shoto nodded slowly, eyes flickering across the counter as he processed what had been said. He spotted two mixing jugs, one of them was labelled with 'MILK!' while the other had 'FLOUR :)' printed across it.

'Got it.' He announced, only feeling a little bit patronised. He couldn't be annoyed though, not when Izuku was beaming at him like he was the happiest person in the world.

'Awesome! We'll leave it there for now. I'm going to bread the pork while you do that, so let me know if you need a hand!'

'Okay.'

His boyfriend stood on his tiptoes to plant a quick kiss on Shoto's cheek, before dashing past him to his own counter, which was much less organised. Shoto watched him go, before noticing a flash of pink out of the corner of his eye. He turned to find Ashido grinning at him from one of the sofas.

When she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and tapped the left side of her head, Shoto suddenly noticed the little flames that had started to dance along the crimson half of his hair.

He sighed with exasperation and extinguished them - the last thing he needed was the smoke alarm going off before he had even started - then turned back to his worktop.

Okay, Shoto. You got this. Sugar first. He eyed the cup on top of the weighing scales that said 'Sugar that's not as sweet as you ;)'.

Shoto blushed at that and swallowed thickly, before quickly taking the cup and pouring it into the bowl. Easy enough. Right, next I need to crack the eggs.

He spotted an open box on the side, with two large eggs sat snugly inside. Shoto was thankful that Izuku hadn't put a label on that one and took the first egg. He stared at it for several moments.

Lob it at Bakugou. His mind suddenly suggested.

If it weren't for the limited supply, he might have listened, but alas, he was on a mission not to disappoint Izuku on his mum's birthday.

Shaking his head, Shoto focused back on the task at hand. While he had cracked eggs before, he hadn't been very good at it. Maybe this time would be different?

He eyed the glass edge of the mixing bowl and nodded, before tapping the egg against it with enough force to crack it, but not enough to open it. Shoto furrowed his eyebrows and stuck his thumbs into the crack to finish the job.

It worked, he reasoned, he just coated his hands in more egg than he had expected in the process. He fished out the three bits of shell that had landed in the bowl, before cleaning himself up and picking up the second egg.

Okay, a little harder this time.

He smacked the egg against the bowl, sending its innards flying out everywhere.

Fuck...

Shoto quickly scrambled to catch it all before plopping it into the bowl with a wet squelch. Resigned to his fate, he poked his sticky hands back in to remove the nine bits of shell that had made their way in that time.

By the time, he had thrown out the egg shells and washed his hands, Izuku had already finished breading his pork and was now chopping his onions. Shoto tried not to let his mind wander and grabbed a spoon to mix the sugar and eggs together.

It didn't take long and he stood back to look proudly at his work.

Positively disgusting. Okay, what's next?

He looked around the counter and spotted the flour. Izuku said add the flour then the milk.

He picked up the jug, regarded it for several moments, before pouring the entire contents in the bowl. He stared at his creation, before wielding his spoon once more and mixing the flour in.

Three minutes and one sore wrist later, Shoto was pouring the milk in. However, as he tried to combine the bowl's contents, something didn't seem right - there were these weird lumps poking out that he just couldn't get rid of.

Shoto spent the next five minutes trying to remedy the situation but was evidently unsuccessful. Finally admitting defeat, he picked up the bowl, plodded over to Izuku and tapped him on the shoulder.

'What's up, Shouchan? Are you finish-' His boyfriend stopped short when he finally noticed the bowl. 'What did you do?'

'I mixed the sugar and eggs. Then the flour, then the milk.' He recited, praying to All Might that he was right.

'You put the flour in all at once, even though I said add a bit at a time along with the milk?'

Fuck.

'Perhaps…' He narrowed his eyes.

'It's gone super lumpy.' Izuku furrowed his eyebrows and placed a contemplative hand to his chin as he began muttering to himself. Shoto immediately felt guilty, but before he could apologise, Izuku held out his hands. 'Pass it here.'

Nodding slowly, he transferred the bowl over and watched, intrigued as Izuku began mixing it. With each rotation, his pace increased, until emerald and scarlet lightning danced across his skin and his movements became too fast for Shoto to see.

The glass clinked slightly, and a few drops escaped the mixture, but when Izuku handed it back to him, now lump-free, Shoto could do nothing but stare at him in awe.

'Are you magic?'

'No, I'm Izuku.'

'And I am single.' Shoto quipped back, smiling slightly at the affronted gasp his boyfriend made.

'That wasn't very Plus Ultra of you, Shoto-kun.' Izuku placed a hand to his chest in mock hurt. 'Lucky for you, you can't get rid of me that easily.'

'Hm.' Shoto smiled, gazing at his boyfriend adoringly. He'd never want to. 'What's next?'

'Stand there and look pretty while I finish chopping these onions.' Izuku winked, before turning and picking up the knife. Shoto tried not to freeze the bowl to his hands.

When his boyfriend finished, he led Shoto back to the countertop and added a bit of water. Shoto didn't even bother to ask why and just stood there, watching as Izuku nodded to himself and started to separate out the batter.

There were now two bowls of mixture. 'Okay, so the one on the left is for the crepes, the right is for the churros. I'm gonna put some more flour in the churro one along with some cinnamon, then we can leave it for when mum gets here.'

'Sounds good to me.'

With Izuku taking the lead, they quickly managed to get the dessert sorted and stored in the fridge. Shoto decided to do the washing up while his partner continued preparing the katsudon.

Izuku had just put the lid over the wok when Aizawa-Sensei entered the common room with Inko.

'Mum!' Izuku exclaimed, bouncing over and throwing his arms around her shoulders to hug her close to his chest. 'Happy birthday!'

Shoto slowly dried his hands with a towel and wandered over to the two Midoriyas. When Izuku finally pulled away, both of them had dried tear trails on their cheeks that Shoto had quickly learned was a completely normal occurrence.

'Happy birthday, Inko-san.' He came to a stop in front of her and bowed. 'It's an honour to see you again.'

'Oh my, so polite!' She smiled playfully, stepping forwards and taking his hands. 'It's great to see you again, sweetie. I hope Izuku hasn't been getting you into more trouble.'

'Mum!'

'It's my birthday, I'm allowed to say what I want.' Inko pouted at her son, before flashing Shoto another smile. 'I hear you're helping Izuku with dinner?'

'Yeah, I'm helping with dessert.' He nodded awkwardly, hoping she'd let go of his hands soon because he was feeling rather warm. 'Izuku is doing the-'

'It's a surprise, Shouchan!' Izuku suddenly interrupted, scrambling to clamp a hand over his mouth.

Shoto hummed around his palm before sticking his tongue out to lick his hand, eliciting a surprised screech from his boyfriend, much to Inko's amusement.

'Okay, you two.' She glanced at them knowingly. I'm going to say hello to your friends while you finish your special surprise.'

'Inko-saaaan!!!!' Uraraka exclaimed, thoroughly distracting her and allowing Izuku to pull Shoto back into the kitchen. When they were out of earshot, Izuku turned to him.

'Okay, so you don't actually have to do anything except maybe get me some bowls, but I figured I'd give you the chance to take a breather. You looked a little flustered back there.'

'I thought I looked fine…'

'You looked beautiful, but I know you really want to impress mum - even though she already loves you.' Izuku smiled warmly at him and winked. 'So be a dear and get the bowls so you can say you helped me plate up.'

Another day and Shoto would've had a witty retort for that, but today he was just thankful to have something to do to calm his nerves. So instead, he turned on his heel and gathered three bowls from the cupboard, including Izuku's All Might-themed one, and set them on the side.

His boyfriend flashed him another smile, before they began serving the katsudon.

☀️🌙

'That was absolutely fantastic! Thank you, my favourite boys!' Inko beamed at Shoto from across the table, whilst capturing Izuku in a side hug.

Shoto didn't know how to respond to that. After all, he didn't do any of the katsudon.

'I didn't-'

'There's still dessert, mum!' Izuku laughed, thoroughly content with having the life squeezed out of him.

'I couldn't possibly!' Inko shook her head, finally relinquishing her hold on her son. 'I've been watching my weight recently and-'

'Shoto-kun made it though!'

'I think you look fine, Inko-san.' Shoto chimed in. 'And your weight is perfectly normal for a mother who has such a stress-inducing son.'

'Hey!'

'Your words have tempted me, Todoroki-kun.' Inko winked, ignoring Izuku's unintelligible protests. 'In that case, I'd love to try your dessert.'

Back in the kitchen, Shoto retrieved the two bowls of batter from the fridge, whilst his boyfriend set up the frying pan and the deep fryer.

'Okay, so while I'm deep-frying the churros, you can make the crepes. I've put oil in the pan. Wait until it's hot, then it's the same as making a pancake. Sound good?'

'Everything you say sounds good.' Shoto replied easily, placing his bowl on the side.

'Flirt.' Izuku teased affectionately, before turning away to start piping the churro mix.

Shoto smiled softly and watched him go, before quickly glancing back at Inko, who was still sat at the dining table. When their eyes met and she smiled knowingly at him, his cheeks flooded with heat and he quickly turned back to the oven.

Eager to look busy, he poured the first bit of batter into the pan. Halfway through, realisation set in and he lowered the bowl to look at his creation with horror.

Fuck, I didn't wait for the pan to heat up.

Looking back on this day in the years to come, Shoto could say with absolute confidence that this moment was when it all went downhill.

'Er…' He frantically looked around for a solution, adamant not to bother Izuku. His eyes eventually landed on his hands and a thought crossed his mind. 

If I can heat up the pan faster, maybe it'll be fine?

Shoto stared down the pan, before picking it up with his right hand and placing his left underneath. Fire burst out from his palm, as hot as he could reasonably conjure. It was going great, he reckoned; the oil started sizzling and the batter started to brown.

Nodding to himself, Shoto extinguished his flames and moved to flip the crepe. However, it wouldn't move. No matter how hard he tried to shake it around in the pan, it was glued to the spot.

Not wanting to admit defeat just yet, he put the pan down and used the spatula to separate it. Impatient, he ended up ripping the crepe in half, flipping it over to find that it had completely blackened.

'What's that smell, Sho?'

Fuck. 

He glanced to the side. Izuku had started walking over, concern written all over his face.

In retrospect, Shoto should've really just told the truth. However, at that moment, his pride couldn't take it.

'Nothing!'

Scooping up the entire crepe onto his spatula, he shoved the entire thing in his mouth to hide any evidence. His eyes immediately started to water and he quickly cooled his mouth down to prevent any second-degree burns, albeit his tongue was definitely going to feel numb for the next few days.

Composing himself, Shoto turned to find Izuku staring at him, eyebrow raised and hands on his hips. He didn't miss the worry in his boyfriend's eyes though.

'You didn't give the pan time to heat up, did you?'

Oh, he caught me...

Unable to speak, Shoto nodded his head and chewed sadly.

'What am I going to do with you, eh?' A calloused hand came to rest against his scarred cheek. 'Are you okay? You burn your mouth?'

Shoto swallowed the last of the crepe and shivered, the taste of charred batter lingering.

'Just my tongue. I'll be fine.'

Izuku hummed softly and opened his mouth to say something.

However, whatever he was about to say immediately died on his lips, because at that moment, the deep fryer decided that it had been neglected for too long and that now would be the perfect time to catch fire with a dramatic fwoosh.

'Holy motherfucking shit!' Izuku exclaimed, scrambling away to fetch something to extinguish it with. 'Fucking cheap pile of worthless-'

'I got it.' Shoto raised his right hand and shot out a chunk of ice.

'No!' Izuku practically screeched. 'You can't use water on an oil-!'

It was too late, a layer of frost sat on top of the fryer, smothering the fire… For a solid two seconds, before the entire thing exploded into flames.

'Oh fuck.' Shoto muttered, watching as the blaze grew, turning the walls black and filling his lungs with smoke.

Luckily for him, Momo was on standby. She quickly created several wet-chemical fire extinguishers and together, her and Izuku got to work, while Shoto stood with Inko and watched from the side. 

When the threat had been averted, Shoto continued to stare as Izuku and Momo sorted the carnage. 'I am so sorry, Inko-san. I ruined your birthday, didn't I?'

Inko chuckled and moved to hug Shoto's right arm.

'It's okay, sweetie. You haven't ruined my birthday… Although I take it dessert is no longer happening.'

When Shoto nodded solemnly, she squeezed a little tighter. 'If it makes you feel any better, I thoroughly enjoyed today. Any time spent with you and Izuku is a gift, I rarely see him nowadays.'

She didn't sound particularly sad, but Shoto still felt bad for her. He knew his own mother had found it difficult being alone for so long. He couldn't even imagine how Inko was feeling. From what Izuku had told him, the two of them had been best friends his entire life. To go from seeing each other every day to once every few months must've hurt.

'It must be difficult.' He looked at the floor.

'At first it was, but not so much now.' Inko smiled at him when Shoto chanced a glance at her. 'I used to be so worried back in your first year. He'd throw himself into everything and get hurt. I swear I aged ten years.'

'You and me both.' Shoto muttered.

'Oh hush, you.' She giggled. 'But he's grown so much and he's got wonderful people around him, like you, and I know you'll protect and take care of each other.'

'What about you?'

'Me?' Inko seemed amused at the question. 'I have people around me too, don't you worry.'

Now was Shoto's perfect opportunity.

'Is it All Might?'

Inko's lip wobbled and she burst out laughing, eliciting an embarrassed blush to cross Shoto's face.

'All Might is one of those people, yes.' She wiped a tear from her eye. 'But I'm friends with your mother too, remember?'

'That's true.' Shortly after his mother had been released from the hospital, Inko had reached out to her and the two had become fast friends.

What was it about the Midoriyas always going out of their way to befriend a Todoroki?

'So don't worry about me, honey.' Inko continued, as they watched Izuku pour the blackened churros into the bin. When his boyfriend caught them staring, Inko waved at him as if half the kitchen wasn't in utter chaos.

She chuckled. 'Worry about your cooking instead.'

[fotiathymos]

would love to hear the backstory hcs regardless of them being sad or not :0

SIGH. 

I wrote a lot and it got eaten by tumblr and I'm upsetti so IDK if this is any good. Also this is just Lio's backstory stuff and his parents. I could do Galo but maybe if anyones interested I will?? And not tonight..

Its sad and its LONG. So just be prepared for that. Its also 2 am so no one will read this anyway so...

tw for parental death, kidnapping, stalking, genocide, government abuse, and if i miss something my apologies

Do note this isn't the end all be all for a Lio back story. I honestly love everyones interpretations. Mine tends to be sad and less cool and edgey I guess? Everyone makes it cooler, I just go.. oh heres some sad mixed with reasons for Lio's mental illness. 

DO REALIZE. PLEASE. REAL GENOCIDE IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW IN THE WORLD AND IS NOT COMPARABLE AT ALL TO ANY FICTIONAL 'RACE' LIKE THE BURNISH.

Okay.

Lio's backstory and his parents.

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Lio is a powerful burnish. We know that. He has massive control of his flames and a strong connection to the Promare. It is a common theory that he awoken as a Burnish rather young. I share that theory. Lio became burnish around 8-9 years old. Very very young. Most children who become burnish are taken away, hated by the parents or killed/arrested by Freeze Force. Lio was loved very much by his parents.

Like Simon and Nia. Lio's parents were rebels. They grew up in a world where there wasn't any burnish. They witnessed the uprising, the first World Blaze, the oppression of the burnish. They were against it. They were not burnish themselves but they could not just idly sit by and watch people get murdered and kidnapped for something they couldn't control. Lio's parents joined the rebellion quickly.

His father being an inspiring man, friendly, loveable, a leader, and a beacon for the good of all man and Spiral kind. He was fond of pointy glasses, capes and inspirational speeches. His mother was kind, a bad cook but still tried, soft spoken and believes there is good in everyone. Lio got his attitude from his father, his soft spokeness from his mother. And maybe some magical pretty eyes and hair from his mom too.

His parents were anarchists. His father worked in a line of direct action. Fighting and pushing back against the government, rioting, sabotaging government burnish kidnappings, breaking people out of prison, etc. His mother pretended to play 'stay at home mom'. She worked with the community to build unity and strength within. She'd homeschool Lio to make sure he was not fed propaganda that was quickly over taking the education system. She owned a community garden and helped feed everyone. From a young age Lio was surrounded and taught to be kind and help others.

Unfortunately, Lio was an unexpected child in an unexpected time. The activism of his parents cause the young family and the young child to be targets of the government. Considering they werent burnish and no crimes could be found on them, Freeze Force just wanted the annoying pests to be eliminated. But killing a quiet family wouldn't look good on their part. They wanted to scare them out of activism, scare them into obeying the order. Lio became an easy target.

Strange men started to stalk Lio. It was quickly noticed by his parents and caused them to isolate their child from the world. Lio was a lonely kid, he wasn't allowed friends, couldn't go to the park and mostly stayed home with his mother. 

One day while playing in the backyard, Lio wandered off. His mother was keeping an eye on him of course, but kids are kids. And Lio was Lio and a rebellious kid. He wandered off into a stranger who was watching him from afar. Waiting for Lio to get far enough away to be grabbed. The stranger threw a bag over Lio's head and desperately tried to throw him into a van. Lio was young and small and scared. He was suddenly covered in flames. Burning both himself and the stranger. 

His mother who was already frantically looking for her child, suddenly saw flames appear in her backyard. She grabbed a hose and hosed them down. Only to see her child still on fire. She grabbed Lio, ignoring the burns and ran into the house away from the stranger. After placing Lio in the shower and calming him down, telling him he was safe, she quickly packed bags and left with Lio. 

The family moved to a new house quickly. The news never mentioned a man being burned by the burnish, but they couldn't risk anything.

They now had a burnish son, who was lonely, scared, paranoid and burning everything all the time. In their activism the parents grew to understand the burnish struggles and needs. Not to the extent of understanding completely as they were not burnish but they tried. They loved Lio and did everything they could to help him. His father would teach him to control is flames to make objects, from toys to animals to swords. His mother had him help with cooking, control the flames to not burn the food. They served many burned dinners either way. One day they walked in on Lio climbing into the oven while it was turned on. Freaking out, but suddenly realized he was fine. Lio's excuse was he wanted to see the fires. 

Lio would talk about how the fire spoke to him. How he needed to burn. It became a common thing of Lio bursting into flames just from laughing too hard or crying or just any emotion being felt a little bit too hard. His father always had a pair of fire proof gloves in his pocket and would pick up Lio and rush him into the shower to cool down. He could burn all he wants in the shower with no water, but if it got too much he was to turn it on and cool off. 

The house furniture had scorch marks in Lio's favorite spots. Lio's favorite books needed multiple copies because he'd get so excited from certain parts in the story he'd set the book aflame. He was to watch his mother garden from afar to not burn the plants. Lio learned to make fire that wasn't hot quickly so he could still burn in excitement or joy and not harm his parents or things.

His parents were still activist. Laying low but committed in making the world a better place for their son. His mother stayed home still to teach Lio as he got older. His father would do more secretive work but it'd cause him to not come home for days. They were still being hunted. And possibly even more so since information about their burnish son may be known.

Lio was 12 when he was home, staring into the fireplace, breathing with the flames. His father was out for work. His mother busy in the garden out front. A Freeze Force van pulled up. His mother quickly ran inside. "Lio, go hide. Now." But it was too late. Large men pounded through the front door and threw a bag over Lio's mother's head. Lio screamed for her and burst into flames. He tried to direct them at the men who now had his mother on the floor. But suddenly everything was cold. Lio was shot frozen. And blacked out.

Freeze Force arrested Lio. They told him his parents were killed for treason. Lio was to be experimented on. He never saw them again.

When he finally broke out of prison, he tried to go home. There was a new family in his house. They quickly called the cops on him and Lio ran. Lio was on the run for years. Joining and leaving groups of burnish, being on his own for some years. 

When he finally found the Mad Burnish, interacting with others was foreign to him. He managed to connect with Meis and Gueira only. They respected Lio's way of communication, no touching, less talking, more actions, more burning. 

Being on the run, with and without the Mad Burnish, made Lio never really have a 'home'. The only one he ever had was taken from him. After the Parnassus events, staying put or settling down wasn't in him. Lio continued to travel with Meis and Gueira to aid other ex burnish around the world. He'd come back to Promepolis every so often to stay in touch with Galo. They'd mostly call and video chat from afar but it was nice to see eachother after all they've been through.

It took Lio over a year to finally discuss his feelings with Galo. And even then, when they finally became romantically involved, Lio requested they 'take it very very slow'. Lio continued to travel and help others but started staying at Galo's apartment more. It took another year for Lio to finally call Galo's apartment... home.

When Lio finally opened up to Galo about what happened when he was younger.. Galo told him how proud Lio's parents would be of him. How he was still so kind, loving and helping others, just like his parents. How proud they'd be knowing Lio saved the world. 

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Okay! That was sappy and i tried to end it nice??? I didn't proof read this... its 230 am... ive got insomnia so whatever but staring at a screen typing doesnt help nor did tumblr eating this post first and having to rewrite it.

Once again this is just thoughts. I'd love to know what anyone thinks. Ive seen much cooler more actiony backstories of Lios parents being ex mad burnish leaders or something. I just got sad. pft.

Thank you for reading if you got this far!!! Much love!! Hope I didn't make anyone feel horrible. GNIGHT!

[secret-engima]

Forged in Fury-verse Drabble: Mother’s Rage

( @sparklecryptid @an--angel--can--fly @ertrunkenerwassergeist @skyshinigamialchemist *slaps this down on the table* BEHOLD. THE CONTEXT FOR MY PREVIOUS POST. IT’S ONLY ... MILDLY ANGSTY. SURPRISINGLY. Also tagging @wolfsrainrules @ean-sovukau @rayearthdudette. Also also, I blame you for this Moose. Your HCs on Ramuh and Leviathan have INSPIRED me and that inspiration finally culminated in this ... and also a few other things that are still in progress *flails*.)

     They had not come to Altissia seeking an audience with Leviathan. They had come because the Empire was there and because Regina was never one to waste a resource or a chance to earn another ally. Sylva had tentatively offered to speak to Leviathan, to rouse her and ask for her favor —Regina had already won the favor of Shiva and Ifrit after all, it was not impossible she would win the Hydraean’s— but Regina turned her down. It was too much risk to the city, and so long as the Astrals did not actively get in her way, Regina honestly preferred not to deal with them —she didn’t trust them, didn’t trust that actively seeking a Blessing rather than earning it by accident would not carry a price she refused to pay—.

     So perhaps it was no surprise that when Regina made a point not to seek out the Hydraean…

     The Hydraean came to her.

     “Mortal.” Regina exhaled slowly, closed her eyes, inhaled the salty tang of the waterfront air and listened to the telling screams of terror and then reverent, petrified silence of the world around her where seconds ago there had been chatter and cheer. Then she opened her eyes and looked up into the looming features of Leviathan.

     “Hydraean.”

     Beside her, Sylva’s breath hitched, confusion and fear vibrating against Regina’s senses —because Leviathan was supposed to be slumbering, not here, rising out of the bay in front of the hotel Regina and her group had just stepped out of on their way to meet the Prime Minister— and Regina felt her Storm bristle at her back, ready to pull her away from the Astral before them and defend her even if it cost his life. She mentally thanked Cid for clamping a firm hand on Cor’s neck before he could to more than lay a hand on his sword hilt.

     The Hydraean didn’t seem to notice or care about any of it. She only had eyes for Regina, “Mortal,” repeated the Astral with a twitch of her great, silver-blue fins, “Defier of Fates, She Who Spits in the Face of Prophecy and Walks With the Accursed, yet has earned the favor of both the Glacian and the Fallen Infernian. So you finally come to my resting place. Are you here to beg favor?” A flash of spear-like fangs, the already huddling, cowering crowd of civilians sobbed in terror, hands over their ears in pain at the booming, indecipherable tongue of the Astrals.

     Regina wasn’t really all that surprised that she was an exception. That she could understand the Hydraean when a glance at her companions revealed all but Sylva and Ardyn watching on in uncomprehending confusion. She turned her attention back to Leviathan, “No, honored Hydraean. I am not here to beg your favor, I did not even intend to wake you from your slumber.”

     “Yet you bring the Accursed into my city, bring him over the surface of my waters. Did you really expect me to stay silent?” One great eye tilted toward her and there was scorn in the slitted gaze, “Did you really expect to avoid confrontation with me when you have blatantly defied the will of the Draconian and dare to consort with the foul Accursed?”

     Regina felt something inside her go cold and deadly, felt the soft pulse of Shiva’s ice in her belly and Ifrit’s counterpart hum of heat up her spine as she shifted to more fully stand between Leviathan and the cringing Ardyn, “His name is Ardyn, he is my kin and he is no more foul or accursed than I am.”

     “Blind, ignorant, arrogant worm,” growled the Astral before her with a ripple of magic that made the waves tremble, “can you not feel his taint? Can you not smell the stench of the scourge on him?” Regina bared her teeth right back, refused to cower in shame or fear as Ardyn was doing behind her back, ignored Ardyn’s whispered plea for Regina to back down from the fight brewing between her magic and the Hydraean’s. Leviathan snorted, a great billow of steam and a swirl of magic that made the bay waters rise like open waves before settling, “He is the Accursed, foul and plague-ridden and tainted.”

     “And who’s fault is that, exactly.” It took a moment for Regina to identify her own voice, so soft and cold, rolling with the oldest language she knew. She’d … almost forgotten she could sound like that. But now she remembered, and when she breathed, the salty air felt like shards of ice in her lungs. Leviathan reared back in shock and Regina repeated, “Who’s. Fault. Is. That.”

     Leviathan narrowed her eyes dangerously, “You dare imply that the Astrals are to blame for the Accursed?”

     Regina tilted her head, ignoring Sylva’s hands on her arm and the plea of her Lightning in her ear to stop, “What I am implying is that if the vaunted Guardians of Our Star had actually done their job, the Starscourge wouldn’t have been a problem and Ardyn wouldn’t have had to sacrifice himself trying to save people from something that humans are not meant to cure.”

      Leviathan’s roar of rage churned the waves out in the bay to a frenzy, sending boats jolting and bucking against their restraints and making people scream as the Hydraean loomed even further out of the water, her coils seeming to stretch on forever into the sky even as her head lowered to snarl right in Regina’s face, “Insolent Mortal! What gives you the right to dare speak to the Hydraean this way? What right have you to question us and fight against prophecy?”

     Regina’s favored sword was in her hand in an instant, rage in her blood and violet tinting the air with crystal fractals as she pointed the blade at Leviathan’s head and bared her teeth. She didn’t notice the ice spreading out from her feet to freeze the nearest waves, didn’t register the others scrambling back as her shoulders became cloaked in violet fire. She barely registered her voice deepening with magic to a dangerous, inhuman pitch as she snarled back, “I have every right! The Chosen King you plan to sacrifice is my son! My child! My beloved baby is on your alter of sacrifice before he is even conceived! What do you expect me, a MOTHER, to do BUT question your will and fight your prophecy?”

     Leviathan’s head jerked back as if slapped, pupils blowing wide enough to swallow the color of her great eyes in black. Around them, the stormy waves stilled. Settled to soft, gentle ripples against the soaked Altissian cobblestones, reflecting the twisting storm clouds that had formed overhead in response to the clashing magics of the Hydaean and a single, desperate human mother. Leviathan stared and Regina breathed, deep and ragged and fragile in her own fury, blade still pointed accusingly at the Hydraean’s looming frame.

      A slow blink and Leviathan’s pupils settled into something between the furious slits or wide-blown shock of before, “A mother.” Another blink, a slow hiss and a sudden, disbelieving softening of her voice from crashing ocean waves to far off thunder, “All of this. All this defiance, the freeing of the Accursed, the swaying of the Oracle, the winning of the Glacian’s and the Fallen Infernian’s favor, the defiance of prophecy and the spitting in the face of the Draconian who blessed your line … because you are a mother?”

     Regina inhaled, exhaled, felt the inhuman power of her voice fade into something tired even as she kept her blade up and ready for a fight, “…Yes. That is why I fight. That is what everything I have done was for.”

     “He is not even conceived in your womb. You do not even have a mate to help you bear him yet. You have never even seen his face or heard his heartbeat. And yet,” Leviathan’s head tilted very slowly to one side, “you love him. An intangible concept and yet your heart beats solely for him. How can you so fiercely love something that is still just an idea?”

     Regina stared into wild, distinctly inhuman eyes in a face that was as far from human as could be. She stared at swaying, house-sized fins and spear-sharp teeth, the embodiment of the ocean in all its terrible, beautiful glory.

     She lowered her blade and answered with a simple, “Didn’t you?”

     The world went still. The tiny waves flattened to pure, reflective grey-black glass, the sea breezes faded, the storm clouds stopped rumbling. All of the world held its breath in shock. Crystalized in fragile silence of disbelief.

     Leviathan didn’t twitch so much as a fin as she rasped, “I … I do not understand.”

     Regina flexed her fingers over her sword hilt, repeated in a voice as soft as a breeze, “When you first looked upon humanity, upon the little sailors cobbling together their boats of fragile wood and cloth. The tiny children who looked at your waters and saw not just the danger but the adventure. When you first looked, really looked at the members of humankind who loved your waters as fiercely as if they had been born to them and not land. Wasn’t there a moment? Where something inside you went, ‘I could have children’? A moment where you looked upon your oceans, wild and terrible and free and realized that you didn’t have to be alone anymore? That these little, fragile creatures you had never bothered to pay attention to before could mean something? Could be your children, your little ones, your sons and daughters of the sea?”

     Regina met Leviathan’s gaze without fear and whispered, “And then, before you ever picked out which humans you would Bless, before Blessing those humans and making them your children was anything more than just an idea, a concept in your mind-. Didn’t you love them? Didn’t you feel ready to do anything for them if it meant that when the day came that they did exist, they would be happy?” A breath, shaky and pained with memories she could not afford to weep over now, and her sword slipped away into armiger from nerveless fingers as she instead raised her hands from her sides in an unspoken plea.

     “That’s why you’re called Tide-Mother, isn’t it?”

     A breath. An eternity. A frozen heartbeat of time where Regina stared at the Leviathan and the Leviathan stared at her and the both of them saw, clear as a painting, the reality of the other. The reality of times unwound and betrayals unhealed.

     Of children, loved and lost and gone, leaving nothing but memories and bleeding, broken hearts behind.

     Then Leviathan threw back her head and screamed.

     The storm erupted into a down pour and the glass-still waters surged toward the skies as the Tide-Mother wailed old grief and pain and rage to the heavens. Regina breathed past the flashes of memory-love-loss-pain that pressed against her senses through the heavy magic pushing and pulling through the air like a tide, past the images of a people Blessed and loved and then taken away by Steel and Fire and mistakes and greed.

     As the rain pelted down onto the streets and soaked her to the bone in seconds, Regina tilted her head back to face it and let it mingle with her own tears.

     Finally, the Tide-Mother’s head tilted back down toward the earth, the rain settling from a torrent to a mournful patter on skin and scales. Leviathan sounded so very weary as she said, “I was indeed a mother once. And my love reached from sea to sea. But my children are gone now, and those who traverse my waves are nothing more than the scattered bones of Solheim’s folly.” A blink and a contemplative, mournful look down at Regina, “I do not care for humanity anymore. They belong to Bahamut now, and when he saw fit to lay the Prophecy upon them, I felt nothing as I slept beneath my waves. I still do not care whether humanity lives or dies. But you do not fight for humanity, do you? You fight for your unborn child and your Chosen and them alone, even if it means burning down the world around you.”

     Leviathan suddenly laughed, old and dark as the promise of a hurricane, “I do not care for humanity,” she repeated, “But I care even less for the arrogance of the Draconian that led to my children’s deaths.” Slitted eyes assessed Regina, and this time when she bared her spear-length fangs it was in a smile, “I will Bless you, Mother of the Chosen. I will Bless you so that you might save your child from the fate that befell my own.”

     Regina narrowed her eyes, “And what do you require in return?”

     Leviathan’s smile grew, “You will teach your children in ways of the sea, the proper ways, not the soulless metal things they use in these days. Do not lie, I sense the ocean in your soul, you were once a wave-rider. Pass that knowledge on so that I might once again have little adventurers upon my waters, true sea-children who can feel the heartbeat of my tides and do not fear the wrath of my storms for all they are wary of it. They will carry my Blessing through your blood and they will be mine indirectly. This is what I desire of you. I desire…” Leviathan tilted her head, growling and considering to herself as if in search of something, some word to summarize her deal.

     Feeling a little bit disbelieving, but also not, Regina asked dryly, “You … will give me your Blessing in exchange for being able to pass that Blessing on through my blood, the same as the Draconian’s was passed to me.” A blink and a look at the wide-eyed Ardyn and Sylva, then she clarified, “Basically … you … want me to give you grandchildren?” 

     Leviathan seemed to roll the word over in her head a few times, then hissed, greedy and victorious, “Yes. That is what I desire. Grandchildren. New wave-riders and TideSingers.”

     “I won’t let them be sacrificed to you. If they choose to live on land more than the sea that is their choice for all generations after. You will not put them on strings like puppets.”

     “Of course not,” she snorted back, “I am the Hydraean of the Seas, not the Draconian of unbending Steel and Prophecies. They will be free to come and go from my currents as they please, so long as they keep the knowledge of how to truly traverse my waves. Well, Mother of the Chosen? Do we have an accord?”

     Regina filled her lungs with salty air, felt the humming Blessings of Shiva and Ifrit and Bahamut —though the latter only through inheritance— already under her skin. Then bared her teeth in a smile every bit as wild and vicious as Leviathan’s, “Yes. I accept your terms.”

     Leviathan laughed, deep and old and terrible and Regina forced herself to stay standing through the pain of another Blessing sinking into her blood and bones and soul, “I look forward to seeing what chaos you will sow as you break the Draconian’s Prophecy, Child. Do not forget your promise.”

     “Don’t forget yours, Grandmother Hydraean.”

     “Brat.” Snorted the Astral Tide-Mother in return as she plunged back beneath the waves, still laughing all the while. Just as the last of her scales disappeared beneath the water, Regina almost thought she caught a glimpse of a beautiful woman in the finest of sea-colored silks and coral jewelry rather than endless scales and serpentine features. The woman smiled and the expression was almost, but not quite human. Regina smiled back, just as fae and wild, and the vision faded as the Leviathan returned to her slumbers beneath the tides.

[rufousnmacska]

As I started writing the first request (Dorian saving Manon from the Matron), it took an unexpected turn. The only way I could see it progressing was if I incorporated the second request (Dorian defeating Maeve/Erawan) into it. Except with a few changes. I hope this is okay, and that the anons who sent the requests like this fic!

Many thanks to @itach-i for helping me talk through this! And thanks to her and @propshophannah for the tons of hc variations on Dorian saving Manon from the Matron lol!

Beware. This one is full of angst.

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The Raven and the Queen - Part 1

Circling above the dark stone keep, Dorian struggled to hold his magic in check. Not his shifter magic, as there was no threat that he’d suddenly transform back into a human and fall from the sky. It was the killing power that he gripped with invisible hands, trying to keep it under control until the right moment. If he unleashed it now, it might bring down the entirety of Blackbeak Keep, and take Manon with it.

His raven’s cry pierced the chilly fog and he hoped she might hear it. Hoped she would recognize it and know he was coming for her. If he could imitate Abraxos, and if it wouldn’t draw the Matron’s coven down on him, he’d have roared in the wyvern’s voice. Any kind of sign to let her know she wasn’t alone.

Another long arc across the sky brought him to the edge of the forest where he perched in the uppermost limbs of a tree. The keep’s layout was clear to him now, along with the magic used to shield it. He’d teased out the threads of power in it and could fly through it easily. No sentry had given an alarm, no one had even looked out a window in his direction. Having memorized the interior map drawn by a lesser Blackbeak witch, Dorian had a good idea of where she was held. The dungeon was too obvious.

Petrah, in her mystical way of sensing things she had no business knowing, had suggested he look in the upper levels. Her scouts hadn’t been able to give details, but the Blueblood seemed certain that the Matron would not treat Manon as a normal prisoner.

Dorian wished with an aching heart for the Thirteen. With Asterin and the others by his side, this rescue would be fast and easy.

But they were gone. Besides, if they were here, none of this would have happened. Their absence was the only thing capable of leaving Manon vulnerable enough for the Matron’s scheme to unfold.

Glennis told him of their sacrifice to save the people and armies surrounding Orynth. How, afterwards, they’d thought the Matron had also perished in the yielding. But then, Abraxos returned from where they’d gone to mourn, frantic and alone. They’d thought the brief respite from fighting was the enemy regrouping, planning new attacks without its witch mirrors. Too late, they realized one of those plans was for the Matron to take Manon. Why the witch didn’t kill her granddaughter outright, as she’d threatened so many times before, no one knew. Ironteeth and Crochan scouts tracked them here, but they were unable to penetrate the keep’s magical defenses to save their queen. Some had not returned.

After Erawan was defeated by Yrene’s magic and Elide’s quick thinking, and after Maeve had vanished into dust, Glennis had found him and explained. Only Chaol’s steady voice, imploring him to wait, to heal, and plan, had kept him from flying here immediately.

Dorian shivered, as much to shake the drops of mist from his feathers as the thought of what that hag was doing to Manon. If he’d been human, he would have reached for his neck. For that ring of scarred skin that still gave him twinges of pain for no reason. As it was, he itched the spot with a sharp talon. But there was no relief.

Springing off the branch, he took to the air and flew towards a dark window at the bottom of the smaller of the two towers. The Matron’s was the largest, but Manon and the Thirteen had occupied the one next to it. That would be the first place he looked.

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Earlier…

The room was pitch black. A thick, swirling darkness. She didn’t know how her captors kept the sunlight out. Not so much as a sliver of light came through the spot where the window was. Or should be.

Maybe she wasn’t even in her room. But where, then?

There was no putrid smell, no freezing, damp air to suggest the dungeon. The only cold she felt was whatever chained her. And the only scent she could make out was…

Nothing. No scents. No sounds. No light.

Carefully, unsure of what she might find, she felt around herself, fingers brushing the stone floor in a wide circle. This felt familiar, as if she’d done it before. Many times before.

And like all the other times, there was nothing.

Where was she? Who was she?

She stopped moving at that last question. Why would she ask herself that? Had the pain robbed her of so much that she didn’t know her own name? Her head throbbed. Perhaps that was the cause of her memory lapse. She forced herself to concentrate, and some scrap of identity became clear.

She was a queen.

But, a queen of what?

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The Thirteen’s tower was not tall, but it was wide, with a maze-like quality that made him silently curse. The witch who drew the map warned him that her knowledge was limited. Not many witches were allowed in the tower.

Poking his head around a corner, his rodent nose sniffing the air at every turn, Dorian made his way slowly through a hallway he hoped would lead to the stairs. If it didn’t, he’d have to turn around and search a different corridor. His heart pounded with every second lost.

A dead end greeted him as he made his way around a long curve in the hall. He almost swore again but his attention was captured by the stench. It came from a closed door. Panicking, he shifted into his human form and turned the handle. In the far corner, bodies were piled high enough to reach the window. Bile rose in his throat, and he gagged it back.

He got as close as he dared and after a few moment’s inspection, confirmed they were witches. Blackbeaks. How long they’d been here, he couldn’t tell. They looked… desiccated. Sucked dry and hollowed out. The how was as strange as the why. Why would the Matron kill her own witches if she was relying on them to protect her? She was brutal and unstable, but this seemed senseless.

Shifting back into a mouse, he left the room and its reek of death, and ran back to find a different route up. Another hallway, another corner and ahead, he spotted the narrow stairway. It would curve its way to the top of the tower, with only a handful of floors branching off from it.

It was here that two very different smells hit him. Both familiar and strong. Both threatened to undo him.

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Earlier…

Her eyes opened again to total darkness. Had she slept? She felt rested, and oddly energized. Lighter. Powerful.

As she reached out to touch her surroundings, she screamed.

Her fingers burned, the pain like living flame coursing through her.

She tried to rest the backs of her hands on her knees, but that did nothing to relieve the pain.

“Here. Let me help you.”

The voice was low and seductive. Female. 

Before she could agree, the pain dissipated. The pain in her head was gone too, though it had been drowned out by her hands.

She sighed with relief, and tried to speak. But the words came out in a croak. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Who are you?”

“I am a queen. Like you.”

She reached forward to where she thought the voice came from, but found nothing. No scents. No sounds. No light.

“Where are you?” The question sent a shiver of pure fear through her. The instant it was asked, she regretted it and didn’t want to hear the answer.

“I am inside you.”

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The stench of valg was going to make Dorian vomit this time. He didn’t know how that would manifest in his raven form. Either way, the nausea was real. As was the pounding in his head, the terror making him wish he could fly faster. His fear wasn’t just from what he might find, but whether he’d have enough magic to do anything about it.

After his magic was partially depleted creating the lock, he had to be careful. The days of unending power were over. Without it, he had no way of saving Manon.

The odor, terribly enhanced in this form, was pouring down the stairs from the next floor. Underneath the rankness, he could just make out Manon’s scent, soft and warm and alive.

There was death wafting in the air too. This time, fresh and bloody.

At the top of the stairwell, blocking the hallway, a body lay crumpled, blue blood puddling around it. The head sat a few feet away, its white streaked hair just out of reach of the mess.

Apparently, the Blackbeak Matron was no longer needed by whatever valg now tormented her granddaughter.

A moment of anger, of missed opportunity, filled him, and he had to remind himself, there were worse monsters he needed to face now. The Matron was dead, and good riddance.

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Earlier…

Her eyes opened to fathomless darkness. Like before, she had no concept of time and how much may have passed. Unlike before, her mind had not been emptied of memories upon waking.

She was still confined in a place of no scents, no sound, no light. That’s how she’d come to think of her existence. A vast nothing distinguished only by periods of pain and unconsciousness.

Until…

“I am inside you.“

She was not alone. Or, maybe she was. Maybe the voice was split from her own somehow. Her, and not her.

“What is your name?” It was another question she didn’t want an answer to, but it came forth, unbidden, trembling with fear.

“I’ll tell you my name if you tell me yours.” The voice was playful and sweet, with just a hint of cruelty.

Out of nowhere, the pain that had once been taken away by the voice flared, spiking through her head and jaws, down her neck and arms, into her fingers. She sobbed, unable to soothe it. As the throb and fire peaked, she knew that soon, she wouldn’t be able to bear it at all.

“Tell me your name.” Sour and sharp like fangs, the voice commanded her now.

“I don’t know,” she moaned. “Please. You said you’d help me.”

The laugh reverberated through her, and she was certain now that the voice was telling the truth. It came from within her. But it wasn’t her.

Something snapped and the pain was gone again. But the laugh had only quieted, not ended.

“I will keep the pain at bay, but you must do something for me, little queen.”

She nodded, tears rolling freely down her cheeks, dripping onto the floor. “Anything.”

“Pick up that sword.”

The darkness that had swallowed her for what felt like eons, began to evaporate just enough for her to see a gleaming sword in the corner. Slowly, expecting sore muscles and aching joints, she pushed herself up. But as the voice promised, there was no pain.

The sword felt good in her hand, like it was made for her. With the muscle memory came a flash of true memory. The wind, whipping through her hair. The sword, cleaving the air. A solid warmth beneath her, carrying her across the sky.

“No more of that,” the voice said, and the vision was gone. “Now, just wait here. We have a troublesome pest that I’d like you to get rid of. He has plagued me for long enough.”

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To be continued!

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Mad Drunk MC + RFA Headcanons

Okay so I am kinda scared of posting this as I usually do head canons and erase them as I don't think they are good enough but I am taking a risk kinda soo pardon my rambling... If anyone has any requests or ideas of hc ill gladly give it a try <33

So the  situation is mc being drunk after a fight with the RFA members and their reaction to calm her down and take her home/to sleep. Enjoy ~

Yoosung

They were at home playing games when they had a fight due to Yoosung getting mad he lost. MC tried lightening the mood but he was too mad to listen and snapped at her, which led her to go to the kitchen and grab a drink too many. After cooling down Yoosung goes to seek her and finds her sprawled on the sofa. He gathers some courage by downing a drink and approaches her.

He finds himself a bit tipsy as he approaches MC

You look cute all flushed and let’s not fight anymore? God I am an idiot aren't I?

MC sees him, her eyes hardening and she starts yelling nonsense at him and his stupid game.

While she is yelling he keeps thinking about how soft her lips look and how a strand of hair keeps hiding her beautiful eyes. He notices how her eyes grow bigger when she is mad, so cute.

God I want to kiss her, does she know I want to kiss her?

“You care more about your stupid stupid games than me!”

How can she even think that? She is his entire world and no virtual character could compete against her. Ever.

He can’t handle it anymore so he kisses her, shutting her up.

Why are her lips so soft? Is she really all mine? I think I am dreaming, this is definitely a dream.

As she pulls away her frown lessens and he apologizes, she can't stay mad for long with that cute face he makes when apologizing.

He takes her hand and they both stumble into bed giggling and after kissing for a while they both fall asleep with a smile in their faces

Zen

It was a long day on set and the director kept Zen longer than planned. MC had prepared a surprise dinner which eventually went cold and led her to drink all the alcohol she had reserved for the romantic evening. Zen arrives tired after a long day and seeing the candles and cold food internally kicks himself as he approaches mc who has her head laying on the table.

Zen lightly touches her head to see if she is awake and she sits up immediately, as she sees him she pouts and turns away.

MC starts speaking gibberish and pointing a finger accusatory at him.

“I am going to speak to that director of yours! how dare him? the nerve of keeping you away from my surprise. There really are some inconsiderate people in this world! th-”

How much did she drink? She is going to have a serious hangover

“Babe, we can discuss things later but for now you should sleep, okay my princess?”

“Don't “my princess” me! I am my own damn princess”

Zen tries to repress a chuckle as MC refuses to go to bed and as he starts to lift her up she scrambles away and sits down in the floor to prove her point.

Zen smirks at how cute she puffs her cheeks when mad.

God bless messaging apps

“You leave me no option” he says as he carries MC bridal style to the room.

MC tried to fight it by sloppily hitting Zen but eventually gives up and falls asleep on his arms.

“So cute and stubborn...” Zen whispers as he sets her down and makes sure she’s comfortable by laying her on the softest pillow.

Forehead kiss as he lays at her side and she fall asleep in his arms

Jaehee

Jaehee was supposed to pick up MC after work on her office because of their anniversary but as work keeps coming in, Jumin lets her off later. Just when she is heading out she realizes how late it is and how MC has been waiting for almost 1 hour to pick her up. She dials MC’s number but it goes off to voice message and when she arrives at MC’s office she is nowhere to be seen. Jaehee starts to panic but just as she is about to head to the police look for her she spots her in a bar next to the office mumbling to herself.

Jaehee quickly enters the bar and drags MC away paying for the tab.

MC stumbles out mindlessly until she realizes its Jaehee and giving her an icy look turns away.

“Look, I am sorry... I know I was supposed to come but you know Jumin and his cat projects... I promise ill make it up to you and...” she trails off seeing as MC is looking the other way while she is repeating everything she just said in a mocking voice.

Sigh, she is lucky she’s cute.

It’s cold out and as they are walking towards Jaehee’s car, she notices how MC is shivering due to the cold weather.

Jaehee takes off her coat and wraps it around mc

She blushes and looks at Jaehee for the first time since the fight, stopping her gibberish mumbling.

“Look I am sorry if I upset you but it’s freezing and I don’t want you catching a cold and also you may wa-“

MC interrupts Jaehee by kissing her and mumbles an apology for acting like a child.

Jaehee smiles and as she tucks away a strand of hair she resume kissing her in the cold, suddenly feeling very warm.

Saeyoung

Although the agency Saeyoung worked for didn't exist anymore, he was doing some investigating jobs he couldn't decline. MC was uneasy about the whole situation and tried confronting him about it, only to have him snap at her. Angry and frustrated, MC goes out of the house slamming the door leaving Saeyoung embarrassed and regretful for snapping at her. Although she didn't know, he had installed a tracker to know where she was on her phone. He tracked her down and found her in a park bench nearby with a bottle in hand.

“Come on babe we are going home”

MC stares daggers at Saeyoung, “Hell no, I am not going where I am not wanted” she huffs and crosses her arms dramatically.

Saeyoung sighs, of course she wants her, he just doesn't want her to get involved in the dangerous aspects

Saeyoung grabs her by the arm and brings her up from the bench, noticing her resisting efforts.

God she is so damn stubborn but it’s also makes me like her more? Is that even possible?

Mc is lightly hitting his arm and talking gibberish.

“ The Nerve Saeyoung, the nerve to drag meee inside. Go be with your chips and soda, have fun its not lik-”

She stumbles as he is dragging her they are walking and MC trips.

He grabs her by the waist and steadies her.

“W-why are you so cute and frustrating when all I want is for you to be safe?” Cant she see he is protecting her?

MC tries to get away from the embrace but he holds on, a slight smile appearing on his face.

He tightens the embrace as he says “I am not letting you go before you say the magical words”

MC is struggling to get away while lightly insulting him and Saeyoung is laughing.

She suddenly stops struggling turning to face Saeyoung

“I know your weakness” MC says a mocking tone in her slurred words, as he shuts him up with a fiery kiss.

Saeyoung suddenly lets her go pink tinting his cheeks.

“I-I... y-you...” MC laughs at his sudden shyness and they start heading home.

“Ill make it up to you, defender seven zero seven will always protect you” and as she snuggles closer he guides her home.

Jumin

MC and Jumin went out to eat at a fancy restaurant. The same day, an important deal at the company was done, thus Jumin kept receiving calls throughout the meal. Everytime MC tried talking to him they seemed to be interrupted thus MC started drinking more wine than she should have. They exit the restaurant and head to the car were the chauffeur awaited.

He is oblivious that she is mad as they both walk in silence.

MC, suddenly wanting him to notice her, walks in front of Jumin and stands her ground puffing her cheeks.

Jumin is taken aback by her sudden approach and almost slams into her

She is drunk, with her light figure and low tolerance to drinks he should have been more attentive.

“We must hurry to the car, it’s getting late and I don’t want you getting a hangover and a cold”

Mc refuses to move and Jumin sighs.

“You ignored me alllll night and now want meee to move?” She says doing exaggerated hand motions and enlarging her words for emphasis.

Was he ignoring her? Hmmm but didn't she noticed how he lived for that smile on her face when she got all excited with the fillet and how he made sure to order her favorite wine? He must ensure next time she knows this details.

Jumin notices how flushed she gets while mad. Cute.

She isn’t going to move without an apology huh?

“MC I apologize if my actions and behavior made you mad but please get in the car or else you will catch a cold and then I will have to take a few days leave off work to take care of you. Of course, you could alwa-“

MC interrupts Jumin by giving him a peck to shut him up, when he gets on his rambles he never shuts up, he cares.

Slight blush as MC drunkenly puts her head in his shoulder and they walk to the car waiting for them down the block

As the chauffeur drives them home, MC cuddles on Jumin’s shoulder and as he looks at her he promises to be more attentive, he’ll ensure to turn off the phone next dinner and prepare the pancakes for breakfast he knew she loved.

[nadinewritess-archived]

Headcannons: Hamliza

Ship: Hamliza (Alexander Hamilton x Elizabeth Schuyler)

HC’s: Their First Date

A/N: You all really liked the last Hamliza headcannons I did and someone said they’d really like to see their first date and what am I here for if not to deliver more sickly sweet, fluffy as cloud headcannons about these two dorks. I got a little carried away and this is a lot longer than the last one (oops) but I hope you enjoy, okay, without further ado, let the fluff begin.

- Okay so, it’s been a few days since they met and they’ve been texting non-stop. - Eliza is all flustered and squealing and covering her face as she texts Alex. - Alex is grinning like and idiot and his hands are shaking from nerves and also excitement. - It’s late on a Friday night and Alex suggest meeting up for coffee the next morning, Eliza replies immediately with, ‘that would be wonderful, what time?’ and Alex has to take a moment to remember how to breathe because OH MY GOD SHE SAID YES. - He quickly texts a time and she agrees to it and they’re both grinning like idiots and as soon as they bid each other goodnight their both jumping around and yelling for joy. - Their both really cute and dumb okay. - Really cute. - The next morning Eliza is beaming and oozing happiness, she got up early and has already done her make up, has on a cute outfit, has made an amazing breakfast for herself and is watching the minutes tick by with eagerness. - Angelica and Peggy are not morning people. But anyone’s day can brighten after a flash of Eliza’s smile and as they both drag themselves into the kitchen they feel their moods change just by Eliza bidding them good morning. - They ask what she’s so happy about and she excitedly tells them about getting coffee with Alex. 

- Angelica rolls her eyes and continues to make herself a coffee. - Peggy on the other hand gets hyped up and grins at her big sister. - “Oh like a date?” - Eliza suddenly freezes, her face flushing. - It is a date isn’t it. - Suddenly Eliza is pacing and freaking out because she has never been on a date, definitely not a coffee date, is she wearing the right clothes, is her make up okay, what if she says something dumb- - Angelica puts her hands on Eliza’s shoulders and reassures her it’s going to be fine, her clothes are cute, her makeup is on point and he’ll probably be the one saying something dumb no her smart little sister. - Cue Angelica and Peggy hyping Eliza up before she races out more ready and excited than before. - Also cue Angelica and Peggy talking about what they’ll do to Alex if he hurts Eliza.

- Meanwhile at Alex’s apartment. - He’s taken twenty minutes coming in and out of his room with different outfits and asking John if he looks okay. - John tell shim he looks fine in everything and is getting very Tired. - “Alex, I love you man, but if you don’t just pick a stupid outfit already i’m going to throw you out in your underwear and you’re just gonna go like that.” - “Okay! Okay! I’ll just wear this, I guess, I dunno, is it-“ - “Alexander.” - “Okay, okay.” - He goes back to his room and grabs his wallet, his phone and his keys. - After standing around trying to make sure he has everything he needs he glances at the clock and nearly falls over. - He wasn’t watching the time and has five minutes to get to the coffee shop or he’ll be late. - Well done Alex. - He runs out and john calls out a ‘good luck’ without turning away from the tv. - After running down streets and jumping over a car hood looking like a madman Alex makes it to the coffee shop, somehow before Eliza. - He sits in a small booth and takes a moment to catch his breath, he smooths his hair out with his hands and straightens his collar. - He hears the doors open and turns to look, he once again falls silent. - Eliza walks in with a soft smile, a glow to her cheeks as she looks around. - His eyes meets Eliza’s and Alex can swear his soul has left his body because he is staring at AN ANGEL. - Eliza feels her heart flutter in her chest as she takes Alex in as he stands to greet her. - Their both acting like dumb shy teenagers and everyone’s just watching them with knowing looks because how can you not their adorable. - Alex orders their drinks and then they sit at the booth, Eliza plays with her hands and Alex can’t help but admire the adorably shy smile on her face. - Her very pretty face. - Her very, very pretty face. - He clears his throat and says she looks beautiful, because he’s smooth like that. - She giggles and Alex can feel himself melting into the leather booths seat, how can a human being be this adorable without trying, HOW? - She says he looks very handsome in a very shy way, with a timid smile and shining eyes and Alex is just done, okay, he is down for the count, he is helpless, hopeless, powerless, he just cannot WITH THIS WOMAN, he is feeling very weak in a way he never knew he could and he LIKES IT. - Eliza is feeling the butterflies, her heart s soaring and they haven’t even begun to have a conversation, their hasn’t even been any flirty banter and their already both screaming on the inside. - They eventually do start to talk back and forth, the coffees arrive and they sip them in between talking. - Alex starts to talk about things and sneakily pushes some questions in their, like about favourite flowers or colours, or preferred time of days or what animals she likes. - He is a sneaky boy and is totally not mentally writing down what she says back, because that would be lame. - Eliza is less sneaky and just asks what he likes and Alex cannot contain his happiness at how she genuinely cares about what he has to say and isn’t getting annoyed at how much he loves to talk. - Almost everyone else has told him to shut up if he begins to ramble. (admittedly his friends do it in a more caring joking manner but it still kinda hurts) - Eliza doesn’t, she actually asks him to keep going because she thinks what he’s saying is I n t e r es t I ng. - She thinks he’s interesting. - Alex’s brain is overloading and malfunctioning and he cannot get over how much he is enjoying being in Eliza’s company. Just talking and drinking coffee and learning about each other. - He can’t remember the last time he has felt this comfortable and has been so open with another human being. - Maybe with John but even then he still kept a lot held back. - But talking to Eliza, wow, the way she took everything he said in and how he was hanging onto every word she spoke and just- no to sound corny or anything, but it was magic. - Eliza was ecstatic, she didn’t often get to have conversations like these, where the other person listened and actually cared about what she had to say. - (I could go on and on about how they feel about just talking to each other but i’ll move on) - They finish their coffees and Alex suggest walking around the park, because that’s a thing people do on dates right? - Eliza is happy to oblige and they make their way to the nearby park. (a convenient park near a convenient coffee shop) - They talk about this and that, looking at ducks and swans in the pond, Alex throws in some of his A class jokes and grins as Eliza genuinely finds them funny. - They walk around some more and oh hey, a very convenient ice cream stand, it’s early in the morning but it’s always time for ice cream. - Alex offers to get them ice cream and who says no to ice cream, let’s be real, Eliza says yes and Alex gets chocolate while Eliza gets vanilla. - They find a bench and both enjoy their ice creams, Alex makes some more lame- great jokes and Eliza laughs once again; careful not to drop her ice cream. - Alex stares at her all heart eyes and because he’s an idiot and you know this would happen, he goes to have some more of his ice cream but he smears it on the side of his face. - Because that’s what happens when you don’t pay attention. - Eliza sees this and bursts out laughing, Alex gets very flustered and embarrassed, claiming he totally meant to do that, ice cream is good for your skin okay. - Eliza, feeling bad for laughing and hearing his embarrassed ramble smears some ice cream on her cheek as well. - It’s a very cute sweet moment and they’re both just smiling at each other with ice cream on their faces and everyone around them thinks their a bit weird but it’s cute okay, their cute. - (how many times do I call them cute?, I can’t help it their adorable dorks) - They clean their faces and finish their ice creams and eventually wander out of the park. - Coffee dates normally end at the coffee shop but Alex and Eliza do not want it to end. - Their so lame guys. - So they walk and talk, this time the conversation leers onto their jobs. - Alex works at a big company and Eliza is a English/History teacher at a local middle school. - Eliza is fascinated by Alex’s work and Alex admire/respects what Eliza does as a teacher. - Alex also really loves watching the way Eliza’s eyes light up as she talks about her students, she even talks about the disruptive or ‘bad’ kids in a positive way. (she is such a mum guys okay, she loves kids and she’s good with them, she’s just Good) - Eliza loves watching the fire and passion erupt in Alex’s eyes as he talks about what he does, and his part time writing, oh yeah he’s writing a book and Eliza is immediately asking questions about that. - He’s talking about how he started it a year ago and how it’s a really long novel and he keeps telling himself as he’s writing that it’s the last chapter but it never is. (#relatable) - Eliza is just amazed and tells him that’s amazing and that he’s amazing. (he nearly falls over when she says that) - Alex is very proud of his writing (as we all know) and he’s over the moon with joy. - “When it’s done i’d love to read it!” - “What really? I mean, yeah! Yes, you can be the first to read it, that would be, cool.” - Alex is dying, Eliza is amazing, he cannot. *insert Alex mentally screaming here* - Alas all good things must come to an end and Eliza gets a text from Angelica, family emergency, and Eliza feels her heart sink. - She doesn’t want to leave but a family emergency is a family emergency. - She sadly tells Alex she has to go and he feels his own heart sink, they’re both way to sad about ending the date, they can have another one whenever they want but are they thinking about that right now? No. - Then Alex has a wonderful idea to extend the date further and offers to walk her home. - Eliza says he doesn’t have to and it’s a back and forth, ‘i want to’, ‘i don’t want to take up your time’, ‘Walking a lovely girl home? I could not think of a better way i’d like to spend my time’. - Persistence is key. (and Eliza wanted him to anyway she’s too nice to ask) - So they’re both walking to Eliza’s house, talking about meaningless things, just trying to soak up the others company for as long as they have left. (they’re acting like their never going to see each other again, tell me their not cute dumb dorks) - Eliza steps closer to Alex as someone walks by her and because of this her and Alex’s hands brush against one another. - *cue both of their heads exploding* - They both become very blushy and awkward and they laugh nervously and Eliza brushes her hair behind her ear and stares at her feet while Alex looks at the sky. - It’s quiet for a moment. - Alex glances at the red faced Eliza and then down at her hand. - He’s done worse than hold a person’s hand before why is he so nervous contemplating about taking hers? (because Eliza is an angel and mortals do not simply take an angels hand) - He takes a deep breath, mentally puts on his big boy pants and reaches out to take hold of Eliza’s hand. - Her hand!!! Is so!!! Soft!!! - Eliza’s face is as red as a tomato, she is internally squealing. - Also his hand is so warm!!! !! !!! And her hand feels so tiny in his!!! !! - It’s very cute, neither of them are talking, their holding hands, their both grinning like they just had a buttload of happy gas, walking down the street, it’s just cute. - They eventually get to Eliza’s house, and they stand at the gate for a moment, neither letting go of the others hand. - “So....” - “So.” - “This was fun, more than fun, fun is an understatement; it was amazing, would you like to do it again sometime maybe?” - “Yes! I’d love to! I mean, that would be lovely.” “Great! How about, next Friday? Is Friday good?” - “Friday sounds wonderful!” - “Great! Friday it is then!” - Their both giddy idiots. - They finally let go of each others hand and before Eliza disappears behind her gate she kisses Alex’s cheek quickly and rushes into her yard and up the steps before disappearing into her house. - Alex stands there with his mouth hanging open, starry eyed and heart hammering in his chest. - He grins and starts to literally jump with joy, he’s not walking, he’s bouncing; he’s mentally cheering and thanking whatever being graced this world with that wonderful angel. - “She kissed me, she kissed me!” - He is shouting this at strangers, he is shouting this at dogs, He is shouting this at babies, he is shouting this at every living being in his visual range. - That old lady walking towards him, pulled in for a small happy dance before he’s bouncing down the side walk again. - That small child innocently standing outside a store waiting for their guardian, spun around around and left spinning and laughing as he continues on his way. - He’s more than happy and he’s going to let everyone know it.

[asgardian-light]

Random HC #92 (Continuation of #4 - #91)

[todokori-kun]

(Ugh, sorry for this late reply! OTL I’ve been busy and whenever I sat down to try and write this message it would be bedtime before I’d even gotten halfway through)

If we want him to be happy the best, most plausible and canon-compliant choice is Saiko…yet Ishida’s been ignoring her ever since she told Urie she loves him ;-; #IshidaY

Correction: Ishida (like Shuu and Uta) is a picky eater. He’ll only eat human flesh that’s been steadily stewing in misery for at least a year, and the bitterest, saltiest tears are all he ever drinks.

Ishida’s eating habits being similar to Uta’s makes sense though, since he actually said he gave Uta some of his hobbies lol

Just stop hurting us, please…Ishida needs to redeem himself with Hide’s return as quickly as possible. Either that or something bad needs to happen to Furuta (if Rize somehow breaks free and eats him I’m sure at least half of the fandom would realize that they can, in fact, be satisfied).

Hmm, I was fine with Re up until this arc. Touken feels forced, shippy fluff and Mutsuki drama is getting in the way of the ACTUAL plot (even with all his trolling skills, Ishida cannot convince me that sex scenes and love triangles/squares are more important than how the Q squad is dealing with their trauma from the last battle, what Juuzou, Urie and other investigators are going to do now that they suspect Furuta is lying, how the rest of Goat is doing, what Uta and the Clowns are up to, and Furuta finding a way to, oh, I don’t know, BRING BACK THE FREAKING DEAD). It’s like Ishida has a really interesting plot in there somewhere, but he’s buried it beneath the pointless, badly timed romance.

As for Mutsuki, I used to be a bit 'meh' about them (I used to like them, and then I didn’t mind their backstory/the treatment they got at Torso’s hands simply because I got spoiled and knew it was coming from the very beginning, plus the parellels with Kaneki had me thinking they’d get a similar interesting development) but I’m starting to become more and more indifferent towards them because they just feel really flat now- a basic murder-bot, a copy of characters like Yuno Gasai. Maybe I’d sympathize with them more if their love for Sasaki/Kaneki felt a bit more genuine, but as it is, it seems lacking. It feels like we’re viewing Mutsuki from an outsider’s POV; not much about their actual feelings or thought process about the entire situation, just a bunch of crazy, yandere moments with a few

That AU…make it canon, Ishida. (jk, but seriously). I’m one of those people who won’t complain no matter how much the creators pile on the angst as long as it’s plausible angst (I’m afraid I’m a bit of a masochist when it comes to fandoms…) but I like to think of my favorite characters being happy for once ;-;

 0/////0 TYSM ;-; You’re so supportive and sweet and just asdfj;lk (it’s not easy to reduce me to keyboard-smashing but I have a lot of feelings right now) <333 I’m still scared because there are two ways this could go (either I somehow get over my fear and do ok, which would probably be really good for the anxiety, or I just freeze the second I step onto the stage…which would probably make things worse) HOWEVER, for Queen Luna I shall do my best !!!! <33333 :D

But wait a sec…‘King’…

Plot Twist: I am the real One-eyed King

Also

‘Urie & Tumblr(Evans): A short story’

-Urie pretends not know what tumblr is

-Only he totally does

-It’s an addictive hole of darkness

-And Luna spends way too much time on it for his liking

-Ok, so it’s not tumblr he’s worried about, really

-It’s this guy called Evans that Luna keeps talking to

-And no, he did not just assume this person’s gender, he (ACCIDENTALLY) saw one of Luna’s messages to them calling them a ‘king’

-She never calls HIM stuff like that there’s only that stupid nickname ‘Oreo Cookie’

-Jealousy?

-N O

-That’s for the common folk like Sasaki

-Look, he’s just worried about his s/o ok

-Then one day he brings it up

-'The 'King’ thing was an inside joke of sorts’

-'Evans is a heterosexual female’

-R.I.P Urie, who must now admit that he was indeed jealous

(super awkward crack that suddenly popped into my head

And aww, I’m really so glad you enjoy the HCs ^^)

Me + a person with Shuu’s personality would be pretty hilarious if we managed to get along well. Since at first sight, I appear like this really quite and polite person who’s way too nice for their own good (sort of like an even more introverted and awkward version of Kuroneki), but with people I’m really close with I suddenly turn into Haise with all of his cringe-worthy moments- plus a little bit of dry humor and sarcasm.

Haven’t got the chance to listen to all of those yet but what little I’ve heard sounds lovely! The first three and Soldier Game are my favorites, I think :)

Give it a few weeks and I’ll probably be joining you in Idol hell…

Loki’s hair is actually as long/maybe longer than Thor’s in later movies tho XD but I’m glad Thor’s getting some love! A lot of fans just characterize him as this big blonde idiot who has no clue what he’s doing, when in fact he’s grown quite a bit since the first Thor movie, where he was a reckless, hot-blooded, proud and arrogant person who really did have no clue what he was doing…sort of like musical-verse Hamilton minus his book smart nature and power of speech (isn’t that a terrifying thought?). Never knowing when to shut up and back down, which is coincidentally one of the things that damaged his relationship with Loki- who is his opposite in almost everything.

Without spoiling too much, let’s just say:

Thor is the extrovert, Loki is the introvert. Thor relies mostly on his raw physical power to get the job done (though he’s much more diplomatic now than he was in his first movie), Loki’s power lies in his words (he IS the god of lies after all) and his cunning. Thor can sometimes be a bit thick about the emotions of those around him, Loki reads people like open books and manipulates them like puppets on a string. No matter how much Thor grows up he’ll still have a bit of his old hot-tempered, non-stop personality, while Loki usually prefers to wait for it until he’s sure of the situation.

Unfortunately, Asgard (Thor and Loki’s 'home’- though Loki doesn’t consider Asgard his home anymore) values courageous warriors over quiet scholars and sorcerers like Loki. They praise honesty and boldness; Loki’s lies and illusions make them uneasy and they see him as a coward.

Despite being a prince, Loki has spent almost his whole life being identified as simply 'Thor’s brother’. People tolerate him because he’s a prince and Thor’s Brother, 'friends’ hang out with him because he’s Thor’s Brother, few openly show that they dislike him becuase he’s Thor’s Brother. Heck, when he lands on earth during the first Avengers movie, humans immediately identify him as none other than Thor’s Brother. He’s spent his entire life in Thor’s shadow.

It’s a very Burr-Hamilton relationship, and you can’t really blame Loki for wanting to be in the room where it happens.

(Also, the daddy issues.

I mean, look at what Odin and Laufey did

(SPOILERS for first Thor movie)

What Laufey (king of the frost giants) did:

1: Abandoned Loki because he was a 'runt’

2: Didn’t just abandon him; left him outside in the freezing cold in the middle of a freaking battlefield

What Odin did:

1: He rescued Loki when Laufey abandoned him because he felt sorry for the child…and also because he was planning use him as a pawn to someday make peace with the frost giants.

2: was planning to never, ever have a decent, reasonable 'you’re adopted, but you’re just as much my child as Thor is’ conversation with Loki

3: 'Yes, frost giants are terrible, bloodthirsty creatures, they are completely irredeemable’

4: some years later- 'Am I…? 'Yes, you are also a frost giant’

5: it’s heavily implied that he, like most others, always paid more attention to Thor than Loki

6: 'FATHER! I could have done it! For you…!’ 'No, Loki.’ *lets his adoptive son FALL INTO AN ABYSS IN SPACE. Like, he literally just stands there, watching Loki let go and fall to his death (well, not actually death, but that’s what it looks like)*

6: 'Both of you were born to be kings’

Later: 'All this because Loki desires a throne…YOUR BIRTHRIGHT WAS TO DIE! As a child, cast out on a frozen rock. If I had not taken you in, perhaps you would not be here now to hate me.’

I don’t hate Odin as much as the rest of the fandom seems to, and I do think he had reasons for doing what he did, but the fact still stands that he can be a massive hypocrite (tells Loki that he can’t try to take over the earth because they are no different from humans in the end, then tells Thor he shouldn’t date a human woman and calls her a 'goat’) and the things he did to Loki were just cruel.

Also, Thor, though he never wanted to hurt Loki, didn’t help. From what little we got to see in the Thor movies, it seems he also thought Loki was a bit weird for his quiet nature and interest in books and magic, usually refused to listen to anything he had to say, and just took his presence for granted most of the time so that he never realized how much Loki mattered to him until he lost him.)

Ok, so I’m trying to start the fic and I’m narrowing it down to Urie, Ken, and Shuu. I mean, the obvious choice is Urie since it seems like he’s one of your faves, but Heathers is a bit of a…graphic…story and while I’ve thrown in a bit of extra fluff IT WILL NOT BE A HAPPY FIC. So. Maybe you don’t want to see your favorite character hurt that way…

Also, because it’s HEATHERS, the story that’s set in a normal high school with absolutely no sci-fi or fantasy yet manages to be almost as dark as Black Butler, I guess I should put some warnings…

Slight yandere-ish behavior, murder, bullying, very vague mentions of self-harm and suicide (nobody actually does it or did it though), implied child abuse, sort-of-smut(scene cuts off right before anything smutty actually happens), and a ton of angst

(hint: it’s probably angstier than that thing I wrote about Viktor in a TG AU)

Is this ok with you?

Last note: Heathers and DEH both have a lot of dialogue to fill up the spaces between songs so you might want to either read the plots on wikipedia or talk with me every one or two songs so I can help explain what’s going on ^^

No worries ^^ I was a bit worried though, since I though you interpreted my ‘no new fandoms until the weekend!’ as ‘no messages until the weekend’

About the new chapter (127), has there been another time skip? Also, Shuu’s back! I’m sure you’re happy to see your hubby again (･ω<)☆ And I’m so proud of Naki ;-; My boy’s finally speaking properly.

#bringSaikoback  #becauseHe’sEvilThat’sY

Wait, she confessed her love? Man, I’ve forgotten a lot of things…

Yeah, that seems about right… What a gourmet.

Mask making, then? or eating eyeballs, that also wouldn’t be so weird. 

I want Hide to come back to life and become the next Jesus or something, saving absolutely everyone, because why not? I mean, he’s Hide after all.  Rize eating Furuta would be enough to get me to read the manga again (I already am, tho, at least somewhat. It’s your fault)

Maybe Ishida’s trying to redeem himself by giving us all the lovey-dovey stuff? It’s a shitty redemption attempt, but still…  and bringing back the dead certainly is an interesting way to advance the plot. hopefully it turns out to be a good one as well. hopefully.

i understand how/why mutsuki would fall for sasaki, but it was done in a very bad time and generally doesn’t fit with anything. id be a lot happier if they went murder crazy, but without the whole sasaki obsession. just let the guy be happy for fucks sake

You’re definitely a masochist. I mean, anyone who reads TGRe is (does that make me one as well…?). The AU is my pride and joy, the best idea I’ve ever had. I mean, just imagine it. Everyone being happy and enjoying life without suffering.

I’m sure you’ll do just fine ^^ I may not have anxiety but I do know the feeling of stage-fright. I mean, just a few weeks ago, I was at the japanese speaking contest and I still remember how badly I was shaking before, during and after my speech. I was so afraid I’d mess up… and I did! I did not understand any of the questions they asked me. Only later did I realise what they were trying to say, but in the moment, I was too scared to comprehend basically anything.  However, I got through it, no matter how scared I was. So I’m sure you’ll do just as well, if not better!

All hail King Evans, the One Eyed King! Now go stop the fighting between ghouls and humans, please.

Yeah, Evans is a bit of a boyish name. My first association with it before I met you was Soul Evans, from Soul Eater, a guy.  It’s also part of the reason why I was really afraid to write anything that might delude your gender, since lots of people get mad when people assume. 

Jealous Urie would be one of the most hilarious things ever. He’s to awkward to admit it, which means he also doesn’t do anything about it. How fun.

But you still haven’t answered my question… Who would you pick to be your significant other from the other fandoms we share, like Kuroshitsuji, AoT or YoI? Or even the Avengers universe ;)  You’re not avoiding it!

Honestly, Shuu is one of those people who get along with basically everyone, so I’m sure you’d get along with him. Besides, he’s empathetic, so he’d give everyone a chance to open up.

IDOL HELL! Join us... 

Oh really? Well, I was planning on watching the first Avengers movie and the Thor movies today and tomorrow (and maybe during the next week), so I’ll definitely tell you my opinion, then ^^ But Thor has short hair in the new movie. I am definitely not satisfied =3=

The whole family has some huge issues, doesn’t it? (thor’s family)

I say Kaneki, because it’s not a happy fic and out of the three, I like him the least. 

Sure, I’m fine with basically everything at this point. TG has ruined me in the darkness of itself (i don’t know what im typing anymore, don’t question me, please)

Okay, I’ll make sure to ask you about anything I don’t understand when I start listening to it ^^