#not much longer tho! shes making progress

[rooolt]

free my boy from the shackles of the ugliest athleisure known to man, I know in my soul he could learn how to dress

[autisticsonic]

My take on a Sonadow fankid! She actually existed for a while now, but the trend gave me motivation to finally draw her!

Most sonadow fankids are purplish and tube-grown, so I decided to make her neither!

Background for the story under cut, in case it gets long!

So in this AU, stories from the more recent games happen when Sonic and Shadow are at most around 20 years old. Back then Sonic was rambunctious and reckless as we know him to be, and Shadow was a depressed, traumatized emo kid. While at first they were rivals as depicted in the games.

Over the years tho, just like their friends, the two matured. They started getting along a lot more, and became official friends, which eventually lead to dating. They both were afraid of getting serious though, so they took things slow and casual. Due to some of their unresolved issues, they couldn't get any closer. But not for much longer.

Some of it has been brought on by a Particular Event, and some of it due to restructuring how they go about saving the world, but things changed. As Forces has shown, putting so much responsibility on One Guy isn't wise. Sonic felt so quilty for failing, but it never should've been his job alone, so they created an organization, to share the load more evenly!

The org became global, with local groups of heroes being recruited all around, meaning that now the characters we know and love now had more time to take care of their personal lives.

While for some the change hasn't been much, Sonic, and to a lesser extent, Shadow, struggled quite a lot. Many of things happened in between, but eventually both of them grew to quite enjoy the domestic life.

They moved in together, and started taking things to the next level, now that both have done some healing and therapy. They found that they get along quite great. After a bit longer, they decided to start a family :)

Shadow came up with the name. He wanted to honor his sister's memory, but Mar-Mar was also a symbol of all his progress. He did go to therapy to make sure that he can handle them sharing a name, to see if it's a good idea, and well, it was!

She's now 4 and very loved, and her dads love each other very much as well. For a certain Sonic though, things won't go so great.

[almostmylove]

Sleepover with each batfam members

A/n:I did not put in Cassandra or Steph since I don’t know much about them and I don’t want to miss characterize them from the little information I have( I’m going to read the comics soon trust) try to spot my favorite character!!!

None of the pictures belong to me!!!!!!

( you can think of it platonic or romantic i think it works either way🤷‍♀️)expect maybe for Alfred.idk

Summary:you’ve managaed to convince the batfam to take a break for once, lets see how it would go

Alfred👴🕴️

Place: Wayne manor

Its rare for Alfred to take a hour or day off but when asked with those pleading puppy eyes it was hard to say no to the one he considered his child.

He considers you like a children of him tho he does with everyone but more or so with you. But when you first asked him his immediate response was to direct you to dick or something else in the house but you insisted it be him.

Tho initially states that he is “ too old” to be having sleepovers and has a lot of things to do that doesn’t stop him from making your favorite cookies and other snacks( you going along with progress)

Out of curiosity you ask him about his childhood and you guys end up watching shows and movies that he used to watch back in the day. That something else that you never knew about him but he surprising used ( and still) loved telenovelas

Somewhere along the movie or show you fall asleep and wake up in the crips morning of sunrise with food (and freshly baked cookies) at your bedside and a small yet subtle smile from Alfred.

Bruce Wayne🦇

Place: Wayne manor

It's really rare for bruce (cough cough!) batman, to the have the night off but today is different. Most of the villians are locked up and stayed that way

He was planning on working on a case since he still had work but when you asked him he couldn't just refuse since he promised you a long time ago he would make time.( he could take back his promise to you at a perfect time) plus it wasn’t every day that Gotham was quite ( mhmm wierd).

I think he would be type of guy of guy to put action movies and skip to the action part just to analyze them (he woukd never admit but he takes a little bit inspiration from them).

Also Maybe some disney movies for old times sake since he probably liked that before his paresnt died. But he would be attached to them since he got to watch too many and it was more of a new thing back then. ( damn he’s old)

As for snacks probably popcorn for the both of you and a bit of wine for him tho if you want some he would probably serve you some. ( unless you are a child of his or something)

The rest of the night goes pretty well. Sometime the batboys “accidentally” stumble upon your movie and start joining in.

Dick is the first one to join and then the rest come in as if in queue ( in age too). After a while He apologizes and leaves leaving you with the remaining batfam. Alfred stop by and hands you guys some snack in a tray of freshly baked goods.

After the movie is over you excuse yourself to to find Bruce and you find him in the batcave , leaning on the chair and taking a Power Nap. His screen displays a case that recently happen so you leave him be.

You don’t happen to notice that on the very top corner of the monitor is a live video of you and and the batboys watching the movie with you no longer there.

Barbara Gordon💻👩‍🦽‍➡️🦇

Place: Barbara’s house

I have a feeling she would like action horror or romance and if you guys had a hard time choosing one, you would try via coin flip.

Head for horror and tails for romance

HEADS WIN!

You guys ended up watching a horror movie which probably wasn’t a good idea. Gotham was slow and calm which most people would expect you to be relaxed and calm but that made you guys even more worried. Like nurses say “never say it’s a slow night” since it means something big is going to happen

For snacks you guys would definitely order pizza and fries with a side of soda. Probably not the healthiest but who cares a movie night is the perfect time!( you guys would later regret that since you end up spilling food from a jumpscare)

In the end you two end up being too scared and paranoid that you guys ended up watching Barbie

( specifically barbie a Christmas coral and Barbie: a mermaid tale) on dvd and some how falling asleep on the floor, cuddling each other for safety

Listen you might be judging but even tho both of you are skilled, hard to crack people because of your double life , it still doesn’t stop movies from scaring you.

Dick Grayson🤹‍♀️

Place: bludhaven apartment

You guy would definitely have the sleepover in one of his apartment in bludhaven ( my mans rich or daddies movie but it could be his police officer salery🤷‍♀️)

He would like to have everything prepared in advance so that you guys don't have get up and miss parts of the movie. You guys would probably also do skin care like clay mask with the bandana that holds your hair out while gossiping or just talking about stuff and future.

(He definitely tried juggling your skin care products to see if he could still do it. Nope but close enough).

I feel like you guys would be watching a random romantic movie and since none of you guys read the description that one of the main love ingress going to die so you two ended up crying in the end ( him more than you)

For this one he would bring out one of his favorite cereals from his cereal collection which is littered in limited addition cereals.

For snacks Definitely pizza but instead of regular you guys get the spilt one. Half pineapple and half your favorite toppings. He ends up finishing his side and takes some of yours.

Afterwards you guys head to sleep but a new movie pops up peaks your interest ( something about superheros and you guys watch it until he falls asleep.

You bring his drowsy body and place it in his bed and head to sleep yourself

You aren’t too sure why he insisted on having the sleepover even tho he had a long day tomorrow. Well you did mention wanting to have a sleepover but that was months ago

Doesn’t matter tho cuz I’m the morning you woke up with glowing skins( same with Grayson) and an added chain to memories of connections

Jason todd🔫💪

Place: his place and out

In my opinion instead of just hanging out at his house/apartment or at the wayne manner i think he would like to watch a movie in the theater maybe hangout a bit in shops and then go to his place and watch a movie when you guys are cozy and relaxed

This one is a bit complicated but i think he would like to watch a slice of life first. It would only to see how it would look like to live a normal life and worry about normal problems (his death).

•You guys would maybe make home made hot/chile dogs and that was when you fortunately found out that Jason liked to grill. Surprise right?(HE CAN COOK GUYS)

The night would go pretty quickly going movie after movie but then Jason would urge you to go to sleep becuase its bad for your health to to stay up too long. It wasn't fair why'd he have treat you like a child it was only 3 am( same tho)

With reluctance from you and lesson on why sleeping is important from Jason you went to sleep but not before telling him to do the same. He nodded and with a soft hum later back and closed his eyes.

What a lair he was

Tim Drake💻👾

Place:Wayne manor

It didn't take too long to convince this man to have a sleep over with you as he had just finished a project that he had been working on for a week snd wanted a bit if time to relax(shocker. dw guys he just invented a way to teleport lol).

Im not too sure what types of movies he would like but i really think he would like super hero movies or shows and stuff that makes you learn so you guys would maybe put on shows like odd squad or wild krats. after a while you guys would change it to movies like karate kid and all you would hear is Tim cheering for the main character.

You guys would eat a lot of junk for that night like donut, ice cream ( nepolitain icecream), chips, soda etc and of course coffee. One of guys had the bright idea to mix the food together as a small experiment on the side and eat it. Probably not the best idea but at the moment it sounded fun.

Even tho all the hyper foods were severed and you needed a way to take your energy out so what’s better then movement

Just dance and Mario cart it is!

It was a surprise when drake pulled out his Nintendo to play a game snd suggested to play a bit.

You were crushing it at both games , too bad he crushed you at Mario kart but you got your come back in just dance.

it wasn't a surprise that Tim would fall asleep after that despite die to the insane amount of coffee he was running on.( you took away his coffee)

You let him sleep, wrapping a blanket around him and take off any accessories he might have like earbuds and stuff that might hurt him

In the morning it would be Alfred that find you guys and tucks you two into bed . You guys never know that there’s a small photo of that morning in plastered in Alfreds memory book with both of your names at the bottom surrounded by familial names and photos.

Damien Wayne ⚔️🤺

God damn, why was it hard to talk to this boy about.

It took about a whole month of you asking for him to finally but reluctantly gave in. He always said that “sleepovers were a waist of time” when he could be doing his better stuff ( he didn’t have anything better to do)

The sleepover would definitely take place in his room. Like hell he would risk anyone see you guys having a sleepover especially by dick (he would tease him none stop)

The words that he would say over and over again were "sleep overs are for kids, very childish i would never be caught watching a cheesy kids story". Little did he know what you had in store for him.

When you started putting on the lion king he stood up and almost left. If it wasnt for alfred pointing out how he had accepted the deal and couldn't back out now or he wouldn’t be up to the Wayne standers. ( Alfred’s the best). That seem to hurt his ego a bit and grumply sat down next to you

He sat very reluctantly and seemed very disinterested for the start of it until scar killed mufasa ( scar kinda reminded him of his gramps, maybe just the looks?)

After that he locked in like crazy maybe even being more interested in the movie then you.

Alfred would make some Sabich Sandwich ( vegan? This do before batcow)

You'd definitely fall asleep like 3/4 into the movie and Damien would let you. He couldn’t let you see the rang of emotions he went through in those few minutes.

In the morning you woke up in Your bed with a note on your bedside table, reading a great time watching and a possible discussion on the events of the movie+ an invitation by him to another movie night in secret

He wouldn’t be able to live if Jon or his brothers teased him on it or worse started to join

For next time is waiting to watch zootopia or maybe something else?

[changbinsboobs]

heyyy boobie can you please do readings about skz’s first love and first time 🫶🏻🫶🏻 loads of love 💕

Hello:) luv you too💗 so i'm gonna do just the hyung line for now cuz the reading turned out to be way longer than i expected but i'm gonna try and do the maknae line soon too.

Also idk why but notice how their readings progressively get longer and longer🥲😂

Skz first love + first time (Hyung Line)

Chan

First love - this is actually really sweet, i think his first love was when he was a child and it was for an "older woman". I'm getting the vibe of a babysitter maybe. Or the daughter of friends of the family, maybe an elder cousin something of that sort. A young woman that has spent time caring for him and giving him attention. She was very wise in his eyes. All-knowing, gentle, feminine, motherly & very beautiful. That's how he saw her.

First time - as for his first time, it was obviously not with his first love😂 but it's actually not a laughing matter - cuz i think he's really unhappy with his first time. I'm seeing regret...not necessarily disappointment but idk it feels like he's stained? But let me explain from the beginning. So i think his first time was with someone that wasn't really interested in him, i'm not really seeing his side here, but what i'm seeing is that they are very incompatible and were most likely fighting all the time. If this was a relationship it was probably very short lived and very toxic. I'm not seeing much about him age-wise but the whole energy of the cards leads me to believe he was in his teenage years...between child and man (thats what i heard).

Lee Know

First love - I'm not really getting much about the person here and i can see very well why. Those two don't know each other. And i mean that literally, this person doesn't know who lee know is. At least back then, maybe even still. I keep going back to the tought that this might be a celebrity? Or even a fictional character? Cuz I'm seeing this happening in his mid teenage years and i think this may have been during his depression phase that stupid ass puberty gives you. He seem to be in a very dark place during this time, being very defensive, seeing the negative rather than the positive, being very overwhelmed. Like half of the cards that are drew (even if not meant for him) show his state of mind back then. And all of this kind of makes me think that this was a very glorified person in his mind. Someone that seemed very graceful, very mature & wise. Strong mentally & physically and just above it all. He seemed to idolize this person from whatever he has seen from them.

First time - So here i'm seeing this person being a peer of his and i'm not really seeing a relationship here...like of any kind. I don't even think those 2 were friends...maybe just acquaintances? And maybe the boomshakalaka happened pretty quickly after their meeting cuz i'm seeing them not really knowing each other. The deed wen't well and i think he's pretty content with his first time and i think he really liked the person, at least sexually. I think they really got him going. As for the other person towards him...eghh idk i got the death card and i'm not really feeling great vibes😅 i think they didn't really like him much in the first place but did it for the plot and then after they didn't like him even more, but i think it may be due to his inexperience and im hearing "a for effort". Also i think this was also in his teenage years tho i think he was younger than chan for sure. For example if chan was 17-18, I'm seeing lee know being 14-15.

Changbin

First love - He also doesn't seem like one that had success with his first live, i'm seeing this being a person that was very work focused, and maybe didn't really pay attention to him cuz they had other priorities. Their relationship may have been either a friendship one or one of mutual support, so i definitely see them having interactions often and seeing the other quite often too. They are/were probably in the same circles or even the same friend group for a while. Also i'm seeing this happening when he was already older and more mature...like 21 maybe...which really surprises me cuz i was soo sure he was one to start with love really early at like 10-14 falling in love, having girlfriends, crushes all the time, and also having his first time pretty early. So definitely his reading is a huge surprise to me, for now he's the latest bloomer. Anyways for his first live, i think this was also someone that really got him going, i'm seeing lots if sexual attraction and desire, i think at some point it was really difficult for him to hold back and i think he did confess and try to get them, but they refused. I think he felt awful after the rejection. (Duh) I think this was the first time he started thinking about the future with a love interest and fantasizing about having a family and growing old together and all that jazz. Also i think his family knew who this person was and i think they knew he liked them and i think they have been consoling him and giving him strength through his (first actual love) rejection.

First time - here i'm seeing his first time being with someone that really fancied him snd was in love with him. He on the other hand wasn't but he found the person cute and lovely/adorable and they were probably younger than him, or at least he saw them that way. Tbh i'm very confused on what the relationship between them was, and not to get too risky but im kind of getting the vibe this might've been a trainee from back then or something of that sort. Cuz i'm seeing their relationship being work related or that they know each other from work - and as we all know the idol stuff is changbins first and only work experience. Also with the star and a few other cards i'm getting the vibe that this person might've idolized him a bit or even giving me a bit of fan vibes? Also i'm seeing him being still a teen, but in the late stage of it. More like young adult, like a bit older than chan. I would say 18-19 maybe. Anyways, as for the shabang - i'm seeing it wennt pretty well actually and i think it spiked his interest in sex and he may have thought about it or fantasized about it quite a lot after. I'm also seeing this could mean that he also started fantasizing about other people too, now that he actually knows how it all feels and how it goes etc. His feelings about the experience seem pretty mature - like he aknowledges its his first time and it maybe wasn't the best, and that his next few times might not be the best either but experience builds confidence and makes the master so he knows and feels confident that future times would go great and fulfill his needs and expectations. The other person's feelings i can't really pick up on that well, but i think in the long run they have used him as comparison or if they have already had sex before, they compared him to other people they have been with and both judged him for shortcomings but also appreciated him for what he was good at.

Hyunjin

First love - Ok so for his first love i got the queen of swords. It's someone introverted and cold, closed of - its a very ice queen energy. He on the other hand was very eager towards this person and has probably pursued them for some time, openly showing his live and affection for them until they said yes. Cuz i'm actually seeing him succeeding in getting them into a relationship. I think they went on for quite a while and did have a pretty good relationship. Also im kinda getting the feeling that his first time might be with this person too. Also idk about his age back then but he seems to be more mature so i would say 20-21.

First time - Ok this energy is very weird...? I don't even know where to begin with. So what i know for sure is that hyunjin initiated the sex. And that he was very eager and maybe even a bit pushy? I'm seeing him also being really impulsive and doing it on a whim. I'm also seeing him really regretting it. Idk if what i got in the cards is his feeling about his first time back than, or his feeling now, but he says his first time was shit, it was horrible and when i asked individually (the person and him) he also said it was horrible and he really regrets it and the whole thing has just left a very bad, bitter taste in him. At first i thought it was just bad cuz of no chemistry, but then the more cards i pulled & the more i looked into it i think there's much more than bad sex there. In fact i don't even think the sex was bad, cuz from the other person's pov it was good, and idk what kind of weird message that is but im getting something of the sort "one would normally pay money for that". Anyways - as i said the messages here are very scattered and don't reslly answer the questions i asked clearly, but are just message son their own and i have to piece the story together - regardless of what i asked. And if i habe to make a wild guess, i think he may have cheated on his partner, or the person he slept with may have cheated on his partner, ir maybe he slept with someone that a friend of him liked - something if that sort. I'm seeing there being something like a love triangle, possibly a messy friend circle situation, regret, impulsiveness, again very very strong regret, like i think he sat in a corner after that for a few days/nights and just wallowed in his own pity or something (we all know how dramatic he is) and also something i find interesting is that the other person doesn't really seem that affected by the drama - i'm just seeing them eventually getting on bad terms with him cuz of his reaction and behaviour afterwards. Like how he dealt with the situation. Im also seeing him being very confused snd not really knowing what to do, how to act, and basicly not really being sure if anything - probably also being swayed/persuaded easily, or manipulated easily. Overall this situation seems very, VERY messy. And tbh i don't even think he was all that young when it happened and im actually a bit surprised - considering the immature nature/energy of the reading here - but i would say he was in the 17-19 age range. I think this was both a bit of a trauma for him but also a learning and character building experience that overall turned out for the better in the long run cuz now he's more cautious (even if sometimes overly so) and doesn't act so impulsively on his feelings & urges.

[supercorpkid]

Memory Lane

Supergirl. Lena Luthor x Reader. Sam Arias

Word Count: 3975.

Notes: It seems my fics are getting longer, sorry about that (I'm not really tho).

Lena Luthor has always been lonely, though she never complained about it. National City offers a fresh start, but she’s not here to make friends. The Luthor name doesn’t open doors—it slams them shut.

The Luthor name is a curse. Her half-brother’s actions made sure of it, and now she can’t escape it. No matter how much she wants to be just Lena, the world always sees the Luthor name before anything else. She’s stuck with it, a legacy she never chose.

There was a time, though, a brief moment, when it didn’t matter. Boarding school. A time when she could forget about the name she was given and just be Lena. When the world didn’t see her family first, just her. It was freeing. She hasn’t felt that in years.

But that time is gone, and she knows memories don’t keep her warm when the nights grow long. She’s made peace with most things. Andrea and even Veronica Sinclair, though the last one not as much. But there’s one thing she can’t shake. You. The first one she loved. The one who made her believe there could be someone who saw her beneath the walls, beneath the name.

But you never loved her back, not the way she needed to. She was always your secret, and Lena was too afraid to ask for more, afraid she didn't deserve more. That quiet ache never quite faded.

Years later, the memory of you still lingers. It isn’t fair. It wasn’t fair then, and it isn’t now. She never got to ask for the truth, never got to say goodbye before leaving school in the middle of the night, after her father died. And sometimes she wonders if that’s the one thing she’ll never get over.

Because the truth would sting, but the unknown? That’s something else entirely.

She’s been rebuilding LuthorCorp from the inside out. Fired half of Lex’s associates, cut through the rot and the lies, brought in people she truly trusted to help her piece together the remnants of what her brother left behind. The transformation isn’t overnight—no, it’s slow, deliberate, like molding clay into something better. LCorp is hers now, and under her hands, it’s becoming something else entirely. A place where scientific discovery is celebrated, where innovation has a chance to thrive again.

But even with all the progress, there’s still the shadow of the Luthor name hanging over her. People don’t forget, not easily. The whispers are quieter now, but they’re still there. She knows it. 

“Sam, maybe we should partner up with a philanthropy well-known from National City,” Lena suggests one evening as she leans back in her chair, eyes sharp, calculating. “Maybe that would make people trust us more.”

Sam looks up from her tablet, her brow furrowed, always willing to take on the impossible for Lena. “On it, boss. I’ll find something good, something we believe in.”

Lena nods, already thinking a step ahead. It’s a way to ease the tension, a way to show the world that she’s more than just her last name. That she’s more than the mistakes of her family. She doesn’t need approval, but she sure as hell isn’t going to let the Luthor name define her anymore. The quiet war she fights, every single day, to prove to herself and everyone else that she’s not like them—not like him—it’s exhausting, but it’s the only way forward.

It’s Sam who shows up with the solution, not long after.

Lena’s in her office, going over figures when Sam walks in, a small grin on her face, holding a file in hand. “Got something for you,” she says, dropping it on the desk. “National City’s most famous philanthropic center for arts and science. They’ve got the reputation, and it’s everything we’re looking for—innovative, clean, forward-thinking.”

Lena leans forward, flipping through the file, already impressed. The foundation’s work in preserving and promoting the arts while pushing the boundaries of scientific research aligns perfectly with her own vision for LCorp.

Sam continues, “I’ve arranged a meeting too. The owner herself. You could meet with the CEO, sure, but the face of this place—well, she’s the one who carries the weight. Thought it’d be better if you went straight to the source.”

Lena raises an eyebrow, a flicker of intrigue in her eyes. “You’ve set it up?”

“Yep. She’ll be expecting you tomorrow,” Sam replies, grinning like a cat that’s already caught the canary.

Lena leans back in her chair, turning the idea over in her mind. If she can get the owner of this place on her side, well, it would do wonders for the rebranding of LCorp. More than that, she could finally start shaping the legacy she’s been trying to build.

“And the owner?” Lena asks, her voice smooth, but with a hint of something else—something weirdly familiar. She doesn’t quite know why, but something about this feels personal.

Sam doesn’t hesitate. “She’s someone worth getting to know, Lena. Trust me. I think you’ll like her.”

Lena narrows her eyes, her thoughts a maze of possibilities. “Fine. Let’s see what she’s really about.”

The next day, Lena goes alone. Sam stays behind at LCorp, holding down the fort while Lena takes the final step to bring this deal home.

This is it, Lena thinks as she steps into the center. It’s everything she envisioned—sharp, modern, ambitious. A vision brought to life. It’s almost like someone reached into her mind and pulled out every piece of her ideal world, assembling it here in front of her. It's perfect.

“Lena Kieran Luthor.”

Lena freezes in her tracks. How do they know her full name? Who would even—? She turns around slowly, her breath catching in her throat. And then she sees it—the brightest smile she’s ever seen, the one that’s haunted her dreams for years.

“How’s National City treating you, Lee?”

“I—You—Why are you—?” Her words falter, choking on the weight of her own surprise. But then she catches herself. Of course. Of course it would be you. It had to be you.

This place. This entire thing—it looks, smells, feels like you. Like something pulled straight from your mind. She’s inside it. She’s inside your world. That’s why it felt so damn familiar.

“I’ve been wondering when we’d run into each other.”

Lena watches as you lift your hand waiting to shake her hand, unbothered, like the thought of touching her doesn’t unnerve you the way it does her. Like this isn’t shaking the very foundation beneath her feet.

“National City’s big,” you continue, easy, familiar. “But not that big.”

Lena hesitates for a fraction of a second before clasping your hand, her grip firm and practiced—like she would in any business meeting. But as her fingers curl around yours, something flickers in your gaze. A flash of something knowing, something teasing, that catches her off guard. It makes her throat tighten, her grip faltering just briefly before she regains herself.

If you notice, you don’t comment on it. 

“So,” Lena says, schooling her expression into something neutral, something unreadable. “You run this place?”

You hum, tilting your head slightly. “I built this place,” you correct, your fingers still curled around hers, lingering just long enough to make it clear that this is not some random handshake. “But I guess you could say I run it, too.”

Of course, Lena thinks. Of course you built this. Because this—this center, this perfect fusion of science and art, this vision—this was always the kind of thing you dreamed of back then. And Lena had been the one who listened, who knew the way your mind worked better than anyone.

She pulls her hand back, tucking it into the pocket of her coat, as though trying to shake off the warmth of your touch—like it's too much, too sudden. She straightens her posture, forcing her voice to steady, her words cool and professional. "Then I suppose we have business to discuss."

You nod toward the hallway ahead, your smirk barely masking the challenge in your eyes. "Come on, then. Let’s make this official before I get distracted by your beauty."

Lena follows, her steps deliberate, as if each one requires more effort than the last. This is a business meeting. That’s all. The ghosts of the past don’t matter, not when she’s here to handle what’s in front of her. No matter how many compliments you throw her way, no matter how much that smirk—that smirk—gets under her skin.

You lead her through the center, pointing out the labs, the creative workspaces, the massive atrium where art and technology merge seamlessly. It’s brilliant, she won’t deny that. The kind of place that could change the world.

She pauses by one of the exhibits, a display of kinetic sculptures moving in response to subtle shifts in sound waves. It’s mesmerizing, the way science bends to artistry here—everything in motion, even when it’s still. She glances at you, tilting her head.

"You always said science is an art," she muses, her voice quieter than she intends, like the words were easier to say back when you weren't standing so close.

You grin, slow and deliberate, like you were waiting for her to say that. "Oh, so you do remember me, huh?"

Lena exhales sharply, shaking her head. She hates the way her lips want to betray her, curling into a smile at the nostalgia of it. "Some things are hard to forget."

"Oh, I know," you counter, voice lowering just enough to send a ripple of heat across her chest. "I have vivid memories of you."

The words hang there for a second, too heavy, too intimate. Lena looks away first, fighting the wave of warmth in her cheeks. "So tell me," she says, clearing her throat, attempting to regain control of the conversation. "You already have a good center, a solid reputation in the community. What exactly would you need from L-Corp?"

"Well," you begin, casual, effortless, like you haven’t just rattled her down to her bones, "if any of your scientists are half as brilliant as you are, I think we could do something incredible together."

Lena watches you—really watches you. The way your eyes light up with the prospect of working together, the way your voice carries that same easy confidence you’ve always had. As if life has always been kind to you. As if it hasn’t touched you the way it has her. She clears her throat, forces her lips into a firm, neutral line before they can betray her.

"Think about it," you continue, stepping closer, lowering your voice like you're letting her in on a secret. "Science that’s not just smart or groundbreaking, but beautiful." You hold her gaze, and then— "You know, like you."

Oh, you’re making this difficult. And the flicker of mischief in your eyes tells her you know exactly what you’re doing.

"Sounds good," she manages, forcing her focus back to the conversation. "On paper. But I know better than anyone that not everything makes it past the blueprint stage." She's been trying not to refer to the old days, but a little jab won't hurt.

Your gaze drops—to her mouth, just for a second. And despite herself, she glances at yours, too. A reflex. A mistake.

"I don’t know," you murmur, voice dipped in something warmer, something more dangerous. "I think we have the kind of chemistry that can really make things fly off the paper."

Lena exhales slowly, collecting herself, because she cannot—will not—let you shake her. She straightens, smoothing a hand down the front of her blazer like she’s dusting off the moment entirely.

"Bold assumption," she says, arching a brow.

"Just speaking from experience," you reply, and there's that smirk again—infuriating, familiar. "You always worked best under pressure."

She doesn't react. At least, not outwardly. But the way you tilt your head, watching her, tells her you’ve noticed her heart beating out of chest, anyway.

"If you're done flirting your way into this business," she says, cool, composed, as if her pulse isn't betraying her, "maybe we should talk logistics."

"Flirting?" You blink, feigning innocence. "No, Lee, I'm just discussing chemistry."

Lena exhales through her nose, shakes her head—god, you’re impossible—and gestures toward the conference room down the hall.

"Come on," she says, already moving, determined to regain control of the conversation. "Let’s see if this chemistry translates to something actually worth my time."

"Lead the way, Miss Luthor," you reply, falling into step beside her, amusement curling at the edges of your voice. “I've always liked the view from behind you, anyways.”

Lena doesn’t look at you, doesn’t let you see the way her lips almost, almost betray her.

This is going to be a very long meeting.

She forces herself to stay composed, to keep this professional, no matter how many flirtatious remarks you throw her way. She dodges them with ease, redirecting, deflecting. And it works—until the very end.

"I'll send my trusted CFO with a proposal. See if it interests you."

"Oh, Lena, come on," you say, shaking your head, like she’s being difficult on purpose. "We’re long-lost—” You hesitate, choosing your words carefully, and Lena watches you, waiting, daring you to pick the wrong one. “Friends.”

She almost rolls her eyes. Almost.

"We can talk business over dinner," you offer, voice light, easy, but your gaze is anything but. "Or, you know, we could just catch up." A deliberate pause, a slow smirk curling at the edge of your lips before you add, "It’s up to you, baby."

Lena stills. The word—baby—lands differently than all the others, a soft, unexpected weight that slips through her defenses before she can stop it. You haven’t called her that in years. No one has. Not since school. It’s a word heavy with history, laced with intimacy she’s long since buried under walls of professionalism.

She should say no. Set the boundary, reinforce the armor she’s worked so hard to build. Make it clear that this is about work—nothing more. It should be simple. A polite, neutral response and a return to business.

But she’s already made the mistake of holding your gaze too long. Already let herself linger on the way your eyes flicker with something she doesn’t want to name. It’s not just the softness in your tone—it’s the way you look at her, like nothing’s changed.

You’ve always had a way of making her forget the lines she’s drawn.

"I’ll think about it," she says, hating the way her voice isn’t quite as steady as she wants it to be.

You don’t look disappointed. No, you look amused, like you knew exactly how this would play out. Like you never expected anything different.

You nod, stepping back just enough to give her space—but not enough to make it easy. "Let me know, then. At least this time, you won't leave without saying goodbye."

Lena clenches her jaw. Her pulse trips over itself, old wounds pressing too close to the surface. She should let it go. She should walk away.

Instead, her voice comes out before she can stop it. Low, quiet, and sharper than she intended.

"Like you care."

She doesn’t wait to see your reaction. Doesn’t give you the chance to fire back, because she knows you would. You’re too quick. Too clever. Too good at saying exactly the thing that would make her stay.

And she can’t stay. Not another second. Not without coming undone.

She tells herself she’s not going. This is ridiculous. She’s not about to sit across from her ex-something—and pretend the old days weren’t just lies dressed in sweet words. Not after everything.

Sam doesn’t understand. How could she? She never had to hide—never had to slip into the shadows, trying to piece together a love that was nothing but a secret. She never had to sneak into the dark, beneath the bleachers, just to feel something close to being wanted.

But you did this to her. And while she was just a stupid teenager, thinking she was undeserving of anything better, she let it happen. She believed it was all she was worth. But not anymore. Not now. Now she knows better.

"Lena, look, I get it," Sam starts, but Lena’s already sure Sam doesn’t. “Confronting the past is never easy. But you know better than anyone how huge this is for L Corp! For your name. For—damn it, for science!”

Lena doesn’t answer, knowing Sam’s not done yet.

“If she wants a dinner, then give her one. One dinner. One night in exchange for everything this partnership could bring.”

“I can’t just sit there, Sam. I can't not say something about how she treated me.”

“Then say it! Make your peace with the past.”

“And if we lose the partnership?” Lena’s voice cracks at the thought. She doesn’t want to lose this—doesn’t want to lose the chance to build something that matters, something she’s worked so damn hard for. 

“At least one good thing came out of it.” Sam reaches out, her hand brushing against Lena’s, soft, like a tether. "You can finally put an end to the hold she has on you."

So she goes. Even when everything inside her screams to turn back, even when her heart is a twisted mess of doubt and resentment, she goes. Even if you're still the same. Sure, you look older, more polished, more put together. But every word you speak is carefully calculated to pull her back to those days—those moments, those secrets. As if she’s still the same dumb teenager who fell for your wits, who let you keep her hidden in the shadows.

The restaurant is too quiet. Lena sits across from you, poised and immaculate as always, but there’s an edge to her. The coldness in the way she holds herself, is a constant reminder of the fortress she built around herself all those years ago. You can’t help but feel like you’re staring at the walls that kept you out.

“Gotta admit, Lee,” you say, breaking the silence, “didn’t think you’d actually say yes to this.”

Lena raises an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing slightly, a challenge in them. She doesn’t speak, waiting for you to continue.

“I figured that was the last time I’d ever see you,” you continue, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Oh?” Lena asks, her voice soft but cutting. She swallows the words that are threatening to spill, but you both know she’s barely holding it in.

“You do have a knack for disappearing, you know?” You take a sip of your wine as if to drag time. “It took me years in therapy to get over you just vanishing like that. No warning. No nothing.”

“Then it seems we both had to spend some time in therapy after it,” she replies, her tone dry, like she’s trying to keep the conversation from becoming too personal. “Which makes me wonder how productive our partnership would really be.”

“Well,” you smile, bright and carefree, as if nothing’s bothering you, “we’re both more mature now. At least, I like to think so.” You set your glass down with a soft clink. “So… remind me again—why did I make you go to therapy?”

Lena’s eyes narrow slightly. “You don’t remember?”

“Can’t say that I do.” You bite your lip, and she watches the way your eyes dart, as if you’re searching for an answer. “But, hey, it’s been a lot of years. Why don’t you refresh my memory?”

Lena’s laugh is sharp, almost cutting. It’s forced, but the anger beneath it is undeniable. The resentment, too. How dare you not remember? How could you not remember how you broke her?

“You kept me a secret,” she spits out, leaning in just a little closer. “A little secret you could call whenever you wanted, something to love only in the dead of the night when no one could see it. You made me believe I wasn’t worth claiming. And for what? Keeping your popularity intact?”

She can see the words hitting you like a slap, each one landing with precision, stripping you of the control you’ve held so tightly over the years. Lena doesn’t break her gaze; her eyes are steady, unwavering, like she’s daring you to say something in defense.

She feels the shift, a crack in your composure, and for the first time, she thinks she's got you. You falter, a brief flash of confusion and guilt clouding your expression. Lena watches closely, savoring the sight of you unsettled. She’s finally—finally—done what she couldn’t all those years ago: destabilized you. And it feels good. Too good.

But the feeling doesn’t last.

Because you lean in, smug. “Oh, so this is what all the attitude’s about?” You get closer, voice low, teasing, and sharp. “I think you’re forgetting all the secrets you told me. How Lillian kept tabs on you. How she made one of your boyfriends disappear…” Your gaze sharpens. “I didn’t do it for me. Hell, I was dating the hottest girl in the school. Do you really think I would've wanted to keep you a secret?”

Lena blinks, caught off guard by the sudden turn. She looks lost for a second, and you press on, pushing her buttons just a little harder.

“Remember now? How you've said Lillian would kill you if she found out you were gay?”

Lena stumbles over her words, her voice barely above a whisper. “I—I didn’t think you were doing that for me. I thought you were embarrassed by me… by my name.”

"No. You were embarrassed by your name." You squeeze her hand, and she doesn’t pull away. Her breath is unsteady, caught somewhere between disbelief and something else. Something fragile. "I never saw you as a Luthor. I only ever saw you as Lena. I've always wanted you, just you, baby."

Lena’s throat tightens, something raw flickering in her eyes. “Is that true?”

But she already knows the answer. It’s there, in your gaze—steady, unwavering. A quiet kind of devotion.

“We're too old to lie about it, don't you think?”

She opens her mouth, then closes it again, her breath catching like she’s trying to hold back something too fragile to name. Then, after a beat, she exhales, voice softer than before.

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs. “For leaving. For not saying goodbye.”

Your gaze softens, and she sees it again— the exact same look you used to give her when you were younger. She can call it whatever she wants to—lust, passion, longing. But she knows there is one right word for it. Love. 

“I was sorry you left too. But hey, we met again. No more Lillian controlling your every step. No more two confused little girls hiding under the bleachers. I’d love nothing more than to start over.”

Lena, caught off guard by the offer, hesitates. Then, after a beat, she lifts a hand in a small gesture—uncertain, but open. A quiet smile tugs at her lips.

“Well then…” She exhales, years of history woven into the words. Her voice is softer now, almost like an introduction. “Lena Luthor.”

You grin, warmth in your voice. “Nice to meet you, Lena. Did anyone ever tell you, you’re the prettiest girl in the world?”

Lena bites back a smile, the familiar words hitting her like a memory she didn’t realize she was craving. “I could use a reminder.” 

Your smile reaches your eyes, raw and honest. “I will,” you promise, steady now. “As long as you’ll let me. So... should we get out of here?”

Lena’s smile—real this time—surprises you. It’s the first one you’ve seen since you walked into her life again. And damn, if it isn't the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. “Yeah.” She exhales, like she’s been holding her breath for years. “Your place or mine?”

[fairiesheart]

I swear alot of the other ships are moving so far along in terms of romantic development. Gray and Juvia both mutually have feelings for each other and it’s just a matter of time for Gray to verbalize those feelings to Juvia and make them official. Jellal and Erza are also moving forward with their relationship (we just need to have Jellal hopefully join the Fairy Tail guild so then he and Erza can no longer be separated from each other) their only issue is mainly due to them not being around each other as much. With Gajeel and Levy they became canon during the final arc of the series and 100 year quest only adds to their dynamic showing people how happy they are to become parents and showing us how their lives are now as a canon couple.

However with Nalu there are hints of Lucy having romantic feelings for Natsu (even tho she continues to deny them) and Natsu himself just still remaining oblivious to romance. But I think with them it feels like the overall ship hasn’t progressed the way the other two soon to be canon pairings have. I think it would be nice to at least have one of them confirm that they do have romantic feelings for the other at least soon in the manga so then we can see more progression for these two. Idk if anyone feels a similar way but Nalu just feels like (despite how strong the ship is; we haven’t made much change since the end of the main series ☹️)

[plotwhatplot]

illi mcmillin drabble 🖤

requested by @fawn-ehehehehehe <3 (love when my friends match my freak frfr) AND ALSO YALL BETTER NOT BULLY ME OK I TRIED IM SUPER DUPER NERVOUS ABT POSTING THIS ALR THIS IS MY FIRST POSTED SMUT THIS IS AN ACCOMPLISHMENT LET ME HAVE THIS😿😿💔💔💔

I think this kinda went from a drabble to a kinda smutfic?? Idk but it's way longer and more detailed than a drabble should be so atp this is like a rlly unprofessionally written fic but fuck it we ball 👅 ANYGAYS-

Remember kids illi mcmillin is fictional and not Gerard Way <3

Afab Illi mcmillin (she/her) x afab *but gender neutral* reader (no prns used)

Contents/cw: semi public sex, strap ons, vaginal sex, making out, anal plugs, bathroom sex, handcuffs, leashes, use of cunt in reference of the vagina,suggestive language, and guhhhhhh I fogor

Illi has been thinking about you all morning, staring at you any chance she got to do so, just letting you linger in her thoughts rent free. It's sweet really it is,

But the thing is, her thoughts on you this time weren't exactly.. safe for tumblr-

No, not at all, not one innocent thought in that head of hers, to be exact. God she was just so so horny she needed to get you in her dirty little paws as soon as possible!

So there you were, getting dragged into schools bathroom, illi locked you in one of the stalls with her and kissed you hard without hesitation.

But of course, you consented to all of this about a minute ago, as I say consent is sexy kids! but we don't have the time to write that do we? Nope! nuh uh!! we need to get this drabble drabbling and the sluts slutting! Now, where were we?

She kissed you so hard its like she was fuckin feral and you loved it, the way she gripped your waist hard but gently at the same time, ugh! she made you so hot ya just can't stand it! You started to get impatient and she noticed that and new exaaaactly what to do...

She broke the kiss and quickly reached into her bag to pull out a strap with the dildo pre-attachted, an anal plug, a leash and collar, a pair of handcuffs and a small container of lube, who the fuck brings this shit to school?? Illi mcmillin does! A girl always comes prepared <3 (How does she not get cought tho??)

So she turned you around so you faced the wall of the bathroom stall, pulled down your panties, and dolled you all up in her cute little toys as you whimpered, progressing to light moans as she put the plug in you (with lube ofc)

Illi loved using all this stuff on you, she thinks you look so pretty with all this stuff on you, the cuffs, the leash all of it, you're her sweet little slut!

She then put on the strap, which was easy being she wasn't wearing tights under her skirt that day (and neither where you), and turned you back around to face her. She asked you if it was okay for her to penetrate your cunt and you said yes (consent is sexy kids 🗣️📢) and just like that her "dick" is right up in there! Yay!!

She wasted no time with fucking right into you, slow but deep, tugging lightly at the leash as you whimpered softly. You squirmed in the handcuffs as she pulled in and out, increasing her pace slightly.

Illi started to pick up her pace, your small sounds soon became louder, shame she had to shut you up so no one hear :( she loves your noises..

She was fully fucking you with the strap now, hand over you mouth, pulling on the leash harder. As risky as it was to be doing in school, you loved it so so much!!

She kissed all over your neck as you let out muffled moans and curses into her palm. the sensory of everything was enough to make you collapse, the way the plug felt in your sensitive hole, the feeling of the collar tugging at your neck, the way the handcuffs made your wrists slightly red, the way illi thrusted hard into your cunt, God you loved it, and she loved it just as much!! She was rough but so kind and gentle at the same time..

soon you started to feel yourself getting close, you tried to tell illi but you could barely get your words out, but she understood! a girl can just tell those kinds of things ya know? (Gerard ref 👅)

So she kept pounding into you, slightly harder this time, pulling the leash a bit more too. she was getting close herself, oh of only you knew how much she got off on this!!

you twisted your hands around in the cuffs as heat boiled in your core (and illi's,) and after a couple more extra hard thrusts, oh god it's everywhere!!! You both came at the same time, pleasure washing over your bodies in a euphoric haze (A/N ok pop off Shakesqueer)

After a moment She cleaned you up and took the off (and out) the toys and such. once you both had your clothes back on she gave you a loving kiss on the forehead, she's so sweet <3

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(a/n) YAYAYAYAYAY LETS GO LESBIAN'S 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️📢📢📢📢📢🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

*ehem* SO-

OH GOOD GOLLY MY FIRST POSTED SMUT 😰😰😰😰😰😰 I have no clue how it took me 6 days to finish a literal DRABBLE but like I said fuck it we ball (it's taken me a matter of months to have progress on my other wips so this is kinda an accomplishment 💀) BUT YEAH I HOPE U LIKE THIS FAWN!! 🖤🖤 sorry I kept u waiting 😭 I hope y'all like this too guhhhh have a good day/night/evening :D *ascends into stardust*

Also if I made any typos or anything pls tell me !

[radawaycunt]

The Wine of Your Blood

Also on AO3

A/N: As usual, thank you to G <3

Pairing: Father Paul/Monsignor Pruitt x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Father Paul's transformation, he is tormented by a hunger only you can quell.

WC: 5.1k words

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!, vampirism, blood drinking, religious imagery and symbolism (I'm not a religious expert tho I grew up catholic, sorry if I used wrong terms), canon divergence, hierophilia, corruption, graphic depictions of sex and some violence, unprotected sex (do not try at home), cunnilingus, ummm let me know if I missed anything pls!!

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The silhouette was there again, shrouded in a thick fog that rolled in from the tempestuous sea. It was tall and statuesque, like the guard of some mythical place – monstrous and terrible. Golden light blazed behind it, flickering like an ardent flame. Or like a beacon, slicing through the night’s darkness and calling you home.

You could not see its eyes, and yet you could feel the prickle of an assessing gaze. The siren-like lure was undeniable, and for a moment you could understand why sailors jumped into the sea with total abandon. 

But you were not afraid. You’d seen this apparition for various nights now, like an omen, even if you didn’t really believe in that sort of thing.

The real questions were: What was it presaging?

And why, especially, did it feel so inevitable?

————-

You awoke, as you often did in the late fall, to a gentle rain. As the day progressed, you knew it would grow in intensity, but for now, there was peace and quiet.

You stared at the drops trailing down your window like glistening tears of melancholy. The milky white early morning sky was the same as it ever was, casting a thin, watery light on everything.

When you finally pulled yourself out of bed, you peeked into your grandmother’s room to find her still out, snoring softly. Her breaths no longer sounded like wet, raspy gurgles, which made you sag with abundant relief. 

Sarah had diagnosed her with a mild case of pneumonia the previous week, but even so you knew things could turn for the worse on a whim. Your grandmother was nearing ninety, and while she had always been a sturdy woman, her body could only take so much now.

For a minute, you were seriously starting to consider getting in touch with the new priest, Father Paul, once again to talk last rites. For your grandmother’s sake, you wished Monsignor Pruitt could have performed them, but he was still recovering in the mainland.

But that all would be a problem for another day, given that she was doing much better. 

Still, she had adamantly refused to miss mass, and while she wasn’t strong enough to leave the house, Father Paul had been gracious enough to swing by for a house visit on Sunday.

He seemed like a fine man, soft-spoken, amiable, and welcoming. Not to mention, he had quite a charming way about him, especially when he laughed. Perhaps you shouldn’t be taking notice of that, but you couldn’t help it, despite how conflicted you felt in his presence.

There was something vaguely familiar in his dark eyes you couldn’t place — something that seemed far older, perhaps wiser, but definitely weathered. At times, prolonged eye contact with him seemed daunting, but you attributed it to your general wariness of strangers.

He hadn’t been at Crockett for very long, but you appreciated the effort he seemed to be making with everyone on the island, but especially with your grandmother. There had to be some way you could repay his kindness… perhaps in the form of a homemade treat.

You padded over to the kitchen to make some coffee, rummaging through the cupboards to see if you had all the ingredients to make some banana bread. 

You spent the rest of the morning cooking, your grandmother’s small house warm and permeated with the sweet, enticing smell of baking bread. You got ready after that, making sure your grandmother ate some breakfast and took her medicine before you headed out. 

Gravel crunched under your rain boots as you trudged over to the Monsignor’s house, where Father Paul was currently residing. You nodded in greeting at passerby, stopping only to spare a few words with Leeza Scarborough, who was on her front porch reading.

When you arrived at the house, the curtains were drawn and there seemed to be no lights on inside. You frowned in slight confusion, given that it was past noon. Perhaps he was out and about, but with so few residents on the island, you surely would have seen him.

You stepped up onto his porch, hesitating for a moment before knocking on the door.

“Father Paul?” You called tentatively. 

No answer. You tried knocking again, waiting for another few minutes.

When you were about to give up, you kneeled to set down the tupperware, and the door suddenly opened to reveal Beverly. Her eyes widened slightly upon seeing you there and you quickly straightened.

“Oh, Beverly,” you said as a form of greeting. “Sorry, just wanted to drop something off for Father Paul. As a thank you.”

She cleared her throat, hands clasping in front of her. “I’m afraid Father Paul has fallen ill and is currently indisposed for visitors…”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you said sympathetically, further confused by the slight worry you felt at the news. “I can just give this to you, then. I’ll talk to him when he’s better.”

“How nice of you to do this,”  Beverly smiled tightly, eyebrows raising just a little. “I’m sure he’ll really appreciate it, though I’m not sure if his stomach will be able to take it right now… Oh, I just hope it doesn’t go bad.”

You gave her a wry, uncomfortable smile in return. “It’s the thought that counts, right? Erm… I’m just glad he’s got someone to take care of him.”

“He’s in good hands, I assure you,” she nodded. “Mine, and the Lord’s, of course.”

You nodded in return, starting to back away slowly. “Right. Well, can you tell him my grandmother sends her regards?”

“Of course, I will let him know. Good day now.”

And with that, she shut the front door. You shook your head and let out a sigh, glancing only once back at the house as you walked away.

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For once, the night was clear. The stars and the waxing moon were visible, keeping you company as you stepped off your porch. The air was fresh and crisp, smelling faintly of petrichor. 

You stretched a little as you looked up at the sky, thanking whoever was up there for letting the rain cease for the time being. It seemed like forever since you’d last been able to go out for a nighttime jog, no one around to talk to or look presentable for. It was the perfect time to clear your mind, now that a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders. 

You started down the gravel road, the wind whistling in your ears. Your legs kept a steady rhythm, the old houses of all your neighbors whizzing past your field of vision. You passed by the school and the convenience store, winding away from the main town area towards the harbor. 

The moon’s reflection made the black waves glitter, endless, ominous, and hauntingly beautiful. You stopped for a moment near the pier, looking beyond the water at all the distant lights of the mainland. So close, and yet so far. 

Sure, you yearned for all the mainland had to offer – an entire world that wasn’t just bite-sized, predictable, safe. But you could not yield to those selfish fantasies, not while someone who gave you so much throughout your life now required your help. You closed your eyes and breathed in the salty breeze.

Perhaps someday…

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?”

The familiar voice made you almost jump out of your skin. You whirled around to find Father Paul a few feet behind you, raising his hands to show he meant no harm. Maybe you’d been so distracted that you hadn’t heard him approach, but it still felt eerie.

“Oh, I’ve startled you, I’m so sorry,” he said with a nervous chuckle. 

You placed a hand on your chest as if to placate your racing heart. “It’s okay, Father. I just wasn’t really expecting to see anyone, is all.”

“Especially not the priest, right?” he raised an eyebrow, which made you huff in amusement.

“Guess I just thought you didn’t come out at night.”

He smiled lopsidedly, looking down and clearing his throat slightly. “You know, I think I’m becoming more partial to nighttime. I guess you could say I’m an insomniac.”

“All that weight on your conscience?” You said as he approached, standing next to you. 

“Something like that,” he sighed, now looking off into the distance. “Thank you for the bread. It was delicious.”

You shrugged it off modestly. “Grandma’s recipe. I’m just glad she’s right as rain again. Maybe… Your prayers helped. It’s what she insists on, anyway.”

He shook his head, a loose dark curl brushing his forehead. “That’s much too kind of her.”

You assessed his profile for a moment. “How are you feeling, Father? You were out for a few days, too.”

“I definitely needed some fresh air. Now, I’m much better,” he said with a smile, meeting your gaze. “I could not stay cooped in that house any longer. I’m really looking forward to our next mass.”

You said nothing, unsure of how to respond. Despite the fact that you’d grown up religious, you weren’t really practicing anymore. Sometimes you’d accompany your grandmother to sermons, but you often tried to find excuses to skip them.

So far, you had only been to one of Father Paul’s, and you had to admit there was something rapturous about his speeches. They were not only engaging, but the passion behind them was sort of infectious. You even caught yourself leaning forward in your seat, which you quickly corrected. 

It only added to the confusion of how you felt about this man, but such a mystery was undeniably alluring.

“Will you be joining us?” He asked. “No pressure if not, but it’d be nice to see you there.”

“Ah, is that what this is? You’re trying to convert me or something?”

“You’re very clever,” he observed, his grin broadening. “But no, that's not all it is. Part of it, sure, but I don’t want you to miss out on something really special.”

You couldn’t help the slight blush that spread across your cheeks, your heartbeat suddenly spiking once again. His easy, confident smile faltered for a moment, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. The bestial hunger that had been tormenting him for days, rendering him weak and sickly, flared inside of him. 

“T-think on it, but like I said, no pressure on my part,” he added quickly, gasping a little as if he lacked air.

You nodded, failing to notice how he slowly clenched and unclenched his fists. His muscles were taut with self-restraint, rooting him to the spot. Luckily, you moved first, taking a step back. 

“Alright, thank you for the invite. Um…I should probably finish my jog and head back home,” you said, gesturing behind you. “Don’t get in too late, Father. You don’t want to catch another cold.”

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Despite the fact that he was a passionate speaker, you had never seen Father Paul so worked up. 

He started by speaking about eternity and how hard it was to visualize it. The fire inside him was stoked as he spoke of God’s gifts, his miracles and his mysteries. How they were something tangible, something within reach of every grasping hand… even if one couldn’t understand them.

Then the fire turned into a feverish glint in his eyes, his skin paling considerably. He stumbled over his words, pausing to keep nausea at bay. Sweat broke out across his forehead, and he dabbed at it with a handkerchief. 

“I’m so sorry,” he said, clearing his throat. “Just a little dizzy spell, but I’m fine now.”

Still, he braced his hand on the pulpit. You noticed Beverly was also leaning forward in her seat, ready to spring to action if need be. That was all the confirmation you needed that something was wrong.

But for a moment, as he continued talking, things seemed to settle. You relaxed in your seat, folding your hands on your lap.

“No abstracts. No colorful exaggerations. No. ‘Rebirth’, ‘Second chances’, ‘E-eternal li…’”

His eyes rolled to the back of his skull as his words faded into a shuddery exhale. He collapsed onto the floor, thudding heavily down the steps as the panicked voices of the congregation rose in volume.

Beverly reached him first, of course, but you knelt at his side only moments after. You hadn’t even registered you were running until you got there, cradling his head in your hands.

And even if he was unconscious, you could’ve sworn he leaned closer to your touch.

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It was an audacious plan, you knew that well enough. Still, that clarity didn’t stop you from attempting to go through with it. 

As soon as Sarah Gunning arrived to attend to Father Paul, Beverly had kicked everyone out, holding firm even as you insisted you wanted to stay. Her stubborn will was infuriating, but perhaps also commendable, in a way. You had to bite back a few bitter words as you left, but that didn’t mean you intended to stay away.

You waited for her to leave Father Paul’s house, which didn’t happen until after the sun had set. Even when you couldn’t hear her receding footsteps any longer, you waited a few more minutes before approaching the front door. 

You raised your fist to knock, but the door suddenly opened to reveal a haggard-looking Father Paul. There were dark crescents hanging from his eyes and his skin was so pale it was almost translucent. 

For his sake, you held back from gasping, but he could still see worry written across your features.

“It’s like you knew I was coming,” you said with a small smile. 

“Keen senses,” he said softly. “Would you like to come in?”

You hesitated, despite the fact that a ‘yes’ was on the tip of your tongue. “I just wanted to see how you were doing. Gave us a real scare earlier.”

He swallowed hard, closing his eyes for a moment as if staving off an ache deep within him. In the dim light, you noticed the corners of his lips were a dark red. For a moment you wondered if he’d been drinking the sacramental wine.

“It may not seem like it but… better,” he said, mustering a small smile. “I fear I-I may owe you an explanation.”

“Oh, Father Paul, you don’t…”

“Please, I insist. I can make us some tea, if you’d like,” his voice dropped into the faintest whisper. “Just, stay. Please.”

The desperation in his voice gave you pause. You searched his face for the answer to a question you didn’t dare ask, and perhaps you deluded yourself into believing you found it. 

You nodded, crossing the threshold and taking off your shoes. You heard him shuffle about in the kitchen, and you wrung your hands nervously as you glanced around the small, austere rectory. 

This was wholly improper, you knew, but you felt a magnetic sort of pull towards him that was getting harder to resist. It was easy to deny it at first, brushing it off as curiosity and excitement over having a newcomer on the island. 

Most were wary, but you… you wondered if he could be your link to the rest of the world. Your appetite for that dream was only whetted, closer to your fingertips than ever.

“Water’s boiling,” he said as he came into the living room. “Sit, please, make yourself comfortable.”

Obediently, you did as told. There was a palpable tension in the atmosphere that made your skin prickle. He sat across from you, gripping the armrests of the chair as he adjusted himself, unable to find a comfortable position.

“I have to insist that you owe me no explanation, Father. I just worry about your… condition,” you said.

“It’s no ordinary ailment. I think you’ve sensed that already, haven’t you?”

You nodded, unsure of where he was going with this, but willing to listen. 

He continued. “You have witnessed miracles here on the island. Things that you can’t explain and yet are so clear to your eyes. Were you listening to my homily earlier?”

“Yes, Father,” you said, even if you’d only been half-listening. 

But he was speaking the truth, if Leeza Scarborough was any indication. She had risen from her wheelchair just a few days prior, no longer in need of it. Since then, you’d seen other changes around Crockett, some of them more subtle than others. 

You clasped your hands on your lap to keep from moving them. “You mean to say you’ve brought about these miracles?”

He smiled patiently, indulgently. In this light, his eyes seemed darker than you’d ever seen, like two chasms you could get lost in.

“No, not me. God. I am merely a vessel for His glory, and all of the gifts He wishes to impart on us,” he said, leaning forward slightly and resting his forearms on his knees. “On you in particular.” 

“Me?” You blinked, genuinely surprised. “What sort of gift?”

“The gift of life anew. Rebirth. A holy transfiguration, if you will.”

His gaze was fixed on the way your throat worked as you swallowed hard, on edge despite your curiosity being piqued.

“You see, I was visited by an angel. Larger than life, with a greater wingspan than even an albatross. It was utterly magnificent… as well as horrifying. I was afraid at first, of course, for we all fear things that are unknown to us. I was on the brink of death regardless, but see me now, restored, in my prime!”

You frowned, a myriad of questions on the tip of your tongue, but then Father Paul doubled over, clutching his stomach. His dark brows were furrowed from the influx of pain and you instinctively rose to help, but he lifted a hand to stop you.

“But to be reborn, the old self must be destroyed, and thus… and thus it is not an easy road to walk,” he rasped.

You knelt beside him, concerned and abundantly confused all at once. “What do you need? How can I help you ease this pain?”

He looked at you from the corner of his eye, pleading, desperate. Like a wounded animal, almost. You wondered if he, too, might bare his teeth in warning.

“There is this hunger inside of me that I cannot seem to dispel. I-I fear it threatens to consume me,” he swallowed hard, straightening into a sitting position once more. “God asks terrible things of us sometimes, but I cannot help but think this is a test of my strength. My will.”

“I want to help,” you said softly, so softly, daintily placing a hand on his knee. 

But his ears were keen, as he’d said, and he heard you perfectly fine. Still, his eyes – glazed over in pain and hunger and desire – searched yours for any sign of doubt. Instead, he found resolve, as well as a very clear distress at seeing him suffer so much. 

Oh, pious, gentle little lamb. What a good heart you had. The idea that your blood might taste just as sweet made his head spin, his beastly hunger lashing out inside of him.

His hands cradled your face, thumb tracing your cheekbone ever so slightly. You found yourself leaning into his touch, too entranced by him to think objectively about the morality of the whole thing. The charge in the atmosphere changed into something more taut, all too close to snapping.

“You do not know what you are offering,” he said, holding fast to his self-restraint even as his mouth watered. 

“Maybe you could show me, then.”

A slight chuckle escaped his lips at your eagerness, one of his hands leaving your face to pat his thigh. “Come, would you like to sit here? Perhaps I shall whisper it in your ear.”

You started to lift yourself, but then hesitated. “Are you sure?”

“Sure as I’ll ever be of anything, my dear,” he assured, his smile momentarily taking on a certain edge, like that of a wolf’s.

You situated yourself on his legs gingerly, closer to his knees, but he brazenly grabbed you by the hips and pulled you closer. You gasped, a tingle forming between your shoulder blades and slowly crawling down your spine.

“You’re so warm,” he murmured, closing his eyes as he relished the feeling, his arms circling your waist to keep you from squirming. “I hope you didn’t catch a fever from me.”

“I-I didn’t realize this was the sort of hunger you were referring to, Father,” you said tremulously, more heat sparking in your lower abdomen.

He traced his nose against the bare skin of your arm. “Not quite, but it’s making your heart race, isn’t it?”

You couldn’t help the blush that crept to your cheeks, silently willing your heart to slow as it hammered insistently against your ribcage. Tenderly, he brushed your hair off your shoulder, exposing your neck. Instinctively, you tilted your head back, showing more of it. 

He hummed in approval, licking his lips. “Here, just a little taste first.”

He grabbed one of your hands, bringing it to his face. He kissed the tip of your index finger before taking some of it into his mouth. His inky black eyes held your gaze as you suddenly felt a painful prick on your digit that made you gasp once more. 

He groaned softly, holding your wrist as he lapped at the thin rivulet of blood. The mere sight paralyzed you for a moment, but it’d be a lie to say it didn’t make your cunt throb. 

And to make matters worse, the small rush of shame that followed this realization only seemed to turn you on more. Without thinking, you raked your free hand in his hair, tugging his head towards you. 

“Do it,” you rasped, your tone dangerously close to begging. “Please.”

“God bless you,” he said deliriously, clasping you tighter against his chest. “Oh, God bless you. I-I want to make it good for you, too.”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in and letting out another weak sound at your dizzying warmth. You shuddered and he scented a small note of fear as you tightened your grip on his hair. He shushed softly, soothingly, his lips ghosting over a quivering vein.

When his teeth first pierced the sensitive flesh, you let out a pained mewl as all of your muscles seized. Then — as fast as it had come — the pain vanished and you went slack against him. Stars danced in your vision as you felt the vibration of his groan against your throat.

Every single one of your nerve endings was alight with pleasure, which only seemed to grow in intensity.

Without you really noticing, your hips rocked back and forth, clothed cunt dragging against his leg in short, desperate movements that made your eyes roll to the back of your skull. He gripped one of your hips tightly, guiding your movements with urgency.

In the kitchen, the kettle started whistling loudly just as an orgasm hit you like a freight train, rattling your very bones. You felt yourself melting in a way you never had before, toeing the line between life and death. You’d have gladly gone to heaven in that moment – or hell, for that matter – if fate so decided. He held you steady throughout, running a soothing hand up and down your spine.

Just when exhaustion began to creep in from the blood loss, he painstakingly pulled away, his mouth stained crimson. He looked drunken and dazed, like he was caught in between dreams. But he also seemed less frail, and definitely more alert, pupils fully dilated. 

“Thank you,” he breathed, gazing at you adoringly. Reverently, even. 

Diligently, he lapped at the weeping puncture wounds. His lips left a smear behind as he kissed your collarbone, hands ripping at your blouse to expose more flesh. Panting, you tried to undo the buttons of his shirt with shaking fingers, but he stopped you.

“Lovely, eager thing. We’ll get there. Let me take care of you first,” he murmured against your sternum. 

He tore any garment that stood in his way fervently, until you were practically naked in his lap. Your back arched, taut as a bow, as he continued leaving sanguine kisses in his wake. He hauled you into his arms with preternatural strength as he stood up. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you into his bedroom, laying you down on the bed gently. 

There, standing over you, he seemed every bit the statuesque figure that plagued your dreams.  His eyes glinted in the half-dark,  reflecting the moonlight spilling in through the window. He sank to his knees as if preparing for prayer, his grin hungry as he hooked his arms around your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed.

“Come here, little lamb. My most precious sacrifice. My hunger for you has not nearly been sated,” he said, licking his lips. “I am yet to make a feast of you.”

A kiss on your navel that had you shaking all over again. If you had come so hard without so much as a caress, you couldn’t imagine the delirium of his mouth where you ached for it most. Perhaps then, you would truly cross the line for good. 

He discarded the last garment covering you, revealing your glistening, slippery cunt for his appraisal.  He made an agonized sound, ducking his head immediately to kiss your inner thigh. The tip of his tongue traced your skin just a little bit, getting a taste of your divine essence. 

He knew then and there that he was utterly lost; That he would no longer know a  greater devotion than this. What a perfect altar for him to worship you, the cradle of your thighs.  It took all of his willpower not to sink his teeth into your femoral artery and drain you further, until all of your blood mingled with his. 

Another day, perhaps, when you’d recovered some.

Instead, he finally licked a long, languid stripe through your soaked folds. With a low moan, his mouth latched onto your overly sensitive bundle of nerves, making your entire body jerk. He gripped your thighs harder as you squirmed, your fingers burying in his dark curls and holding on for dear life.

You hadn’t expected him to be so good at it, but then again, it was a night of surprises. Not that you could ever complain, anyway. Your wanton moans only encouraged him further, his lips and tongue and even the slightest graze of his teeth making you buck and arch on the mattress. 

Once more, you felt a tidal wave begin to form, making your breath come out in sharp little exhales. But you didn’t want to let go again quite yet, at least not like this, with so much distance between your bodies.

You resorted to pleading, attempting to pull his head back. “F-Father wait, please, I want—”

“Don’t hold back from me,” he urged hoarsely, between licks. “Come on, give me one more. I’ll reward you doubly, I promise.”

You began to protest once more, but with an expert swirl of his tongue, the wave finally crested. Violently crashing against the rocks of your sanity. Your eyes searched for heaven again at the back of your head, mouth falling slack in rapture. He made sure you rode it all the way through, softly murmuring praises.

You lay there spent, chest heaving with great, deep breaths. He chuckled, both amused and inexplicably fond at the sight of you so undone. He pulled back to make quick work of his clothes, smears of dry blood further darkening his black shirt.

“I fear you might be turning me into a glutton,” he said, removing his collar and setting it down on the nightstand. 

Your eyes trailed his fingers as he unbuttoned his shirt, and you gave him a weak, teasing smile. “You are not the only insatiable creature here, Father.”

“I see that now,” he grinned, his canines all too sharp. “What a great gift He has bestowed upon me, bringing you here.”

His jeans were next to go, merely kicked to one side, and his body slid over yours in a warm embrace. Then finally, mercifully, his lips found yours in a slow, searing kiss. It was the last piece missing from the puzzle that connected you; The last nail on the coffin of your fate.

You tasted yourself on his tongue,  moaning into his mouth as you cupped the back of his head. Ankles crossed behind his back, pressing down, silently urging him closer. He guided himself into you, moving slowly so you could get used to the stretch. There was a growl low in his throat as he bottomed out, and his kiss became fiercer. Possessive, even.

The only sound in the dimly lit room was that of flesh slapping together lewdly as he quickened his pace, your sharp breaths and wistful sighs. The way he whispered your name like a prayer as he nearly dissolved with passion. It was then that you broke the kiss, tilting your head to the side as his lips chased yours in a dreamlike, desperate state. You shifted, baring your throat for him to ravage once more.

“Just like this,” you murmured, eyelashes fluttering over your cheekbones as you readied yourself. “I’m yours.”

“Only a little more,” he promised, kissing the base of your neck before tracing his way up with his nose. 

A gasp, and then you were submerged in that languid, morphine state. Ecstasy hit him like lightning, and he was no longer able to hold back. He trembled against you as he came, crushing you tighter to him, buried to the hilt. You felt heat flooding you as he sealed the puncture wounds again, lips finding yours right after.

He rolled off of you only to tuck you both in, drawing you close and kissing the top of your head. His onyx eyes scanned your beatific features, wonder and amazement written all over his own. 

“The night suits you, my dear,” he said, wiping strands of your hair away from your sweat-dotted face. “Perhaps it would be less lonesome with you around...” 

He seemed truly vulnerable in that moment, smaller, entirely human. Eyebrows pinched together in consternation, lips pursed with some guilt at his actions. You snuggled even closer, leeching off his body heat. If anything, seeing this side of him, complex and familiar in a way you instinctively understood, reassured you.

“Will you take my hand and guide me through it?” You asked, voice low and wistful.

He nodded, lacing his fingers through yours. “Through the valley of the shadow of death and beyond. There is still so much for you to see,  and the gift of time is at our disposal. Isn’t that a lovely thought?”

Yes, yes it was. Comforting enough to finally drift into dreams of the stars beyond the horizon.

[momentov1vere]

Assigning PJO/ HoO characters to Knights Radiant orders (+ my reasoning)

I put too much thought into this not to share it somewhere so here’s a sort-of character analysis that is much longer than it needs to be (bc I was bored and stuck in a car for 10 hours) :)

Not sure how much of a crossover there is between the PJO and Stormlight Archive fandoms but this was mostly for fun (and I want to see what happens lol)

Here we go!

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🔱 Percy Jackson : Stoneward

The powers don’t rly fit (Cohesion- manipulating objects at a molecular level- & Tension- changing the stiffness of something) but none of the Radiants have water powers so 🤷‍♀️

Loyalty is pretty much the #1 belief of the Stonewards (“Though sometimes gregarious, they are never flighty. If a Stoneward is your friend, they will be there for you”) and Percy’s fatal flaw is literally loyalty so that’s that

Percy is said to be one of the best fighters seen like anywhere in a long time and Stonewards are the order that is viewed as the best soldiers of the Radiants

They like a challenge and will often take on more than they can handle (like Percy choosing to take on the Great Prophecy)

Stonewards are also good at being able to find a solution to a difficult situation with only few resources and Percy often comes up with things on the fly/ improvises

I struggled SO MUCH picking one for Percy oh my god he had similarities to like half of them (I almost made him a Bondsmith or a Windrunner but they didn’t seem right)

🦉 Annabeth Chase : Elsecaller

Powers : Transformation (changing an object into something else- aka ‘Soulcasting’) and Transportation (looking/moving between realms); Annabeth likes creating new things (architecture) so there’s a bit of a connection to the Transformation power even tho she doesn’t really have powers

Elsecallers are always trying to reach their full potential, like how Annabeth is always be seen trying to learn new things and become the best version of herself

They are regarded as the ‘wisest’ Radiant order (just like Annabeth/ the Athena cabin are viewed as the ‘wisest’ demigods)

Annabeth always has her goals in mind but also always trying to lead and encourage others (like Damasen) which is common amongst Elsecallers

🐐 Grover Underwood : Edgedancer

Powers: Abrasion (altering the friction between surfaces) & Progression (quickly growing organic objects faster than normal- including plants, skin, body tissue, etc.)

He’s able to make plants grow faster using his magic reed pipe so that would translate into Progression

Abrasion would kind of fit for him too, bc of the goat legs (he’s able to navigate more difficult terrain than humans)

Edgedancers care about the ordinary/ overlooked people of the world and spend most of their time making sure those people are protected. Grover cares deeply about nature/ animals and always tries to protect them bc humans often deem nature unimportant (nature = ordinary people in this scenario)

☠️ Nico di Angelo : Dustbringer

Powers: Division (control over destruction/ decay) and Abrasion

I don’t know if Nico has anything that really fits the Abrasion power- except for maybe the fact that his shadow travel helps him get places quickly- but Division is definitely similar to his power over death/ earthy materials

Dustbringers typically don’t get along with others (including people in their own order) because of personality differences and stereotypes about their powers like how Nico is often ostracized at first bc he scares people

☀️ Will Solace : Edgedancer

Powers: Abrasion & Progression

Will is a healer so Progression would be a good power for him to have; while he doesn’t have any powers similar to Abrasion I think it would be useful for him to have to get to injured people faster

Will cares about everyone and will do his best to heal anyone because he doesn’t want anyone to suffer, and he doesn’t just focus on the powerful demigods- he makes sure to lend his power anywhere it’s needed

Fighting is not the the Edgedancers’ main concern, preferring to protect/help the injured (especially people who aren’t necessarily warriors) and Will also is more like a wartime medic than a fighter (though he- and the Edgedancers- can fight if necessary)

They want to see and understand both sides of something, even their enemies, rather than seeing everything in black and white. Will struggled with this in TSATS but eventually realized that places like the Underworld aren’t necessarily just about death/decay, but are also about life

🌩️ Jason Grace : Windrunner

Well first of all the man flies and that’s basically what the Windrunners do lol

Their powers: Adhesion (temporarily sticking two objects together) and Gravitation (changing the direction/ strength of something’s gravitational pull)

He cares a lot about protecting innocents/ the defenseless and keeping his friends safe which is a main idea of the Windrunners

Windrunners are very militaristic in general and Jason was raised by the wolves and the Romans to be that way as well

Tempest would be his windspren & prefer a horse form cus they can do that (I think)

⚡�� Thalia Grace : Windrunner

I know she hates flying but I don’t think it’s really a requirement of the Windrunners to ‘fly’; they mostly just change the direction/amount of gravity that’s pulling on them so she could find creative ways to use Gravitation (walking on walls/ceilings which then appear to be the floor to her, etc)

The Hunters of Artemis are pretty militaristic as well (they have a specific leader & ways of doing things, similar to the Romans)

Thalia cares about innocent people/creatures and is very protective over the people she cares about (Annabeth, the Hunters, etc)

Windrunners tend to attract “big-sibling types” and Thalia is definitely a big sibling type lol

🏹 Frank Zhang : Stoneward

Powers don’t rly fit him either but personality-wise I think it’s right

Frank is really loyal to his friends (sometimes to the point of attacking/fighting people more powerful than him to save them) and will always be there for them both in battle and for personal issues

He’s pretty good at improvising and his shapeshifting allows him to come up with creative solutions (turning into an iguana to get out of the Chinese handcuffs lol)

He’s also pretty quick to come up with creative solutions without many resources (using his firewood to free Thanatos when there was no other heat source, etc.)

💎 Hazel Levesque : Lightweaver

Powers : Illumination (illusions) and Transformation

Hazel learned how to manipulate the mist from Hecate, essentially giving her illusion powers, & she can change the shape of earthly materials (can’t change the material but it’s close enough to Transformation); this is one case where I almost made her a Stoneward but Lightweaver just fit better for everything else I think

Lightweavers are the ‘artistic’ order and attract people who love art/ creativity (Hazel is an artist)

They tend to not follow rules the way other orders do, instead choosing to reach their goals by their own means (ex. Hazel choosing to go her own way and make her own choices rather than taking one of the paths Hecate gave her in HoH)

🔥 Leo Valdez : Dustbringer

Same as Nico; both of them being Dustbringers would be an example of contrasting/ clashing personalities within the order

Fire is definitely a destructive ability similar to Division (they can burn things) and without a level of control (which Dustbringers need to learn before they can advance their powers) things could get bad (and have- rip Esperanza Valdez)

Leo hasn’t really been ostracized for his personality like Dustbringers could be but his powers originally made people scared (they didn’t know he had them at the time but his cabinmates did say a that having that power was dangerous and they hoped no one would ever have it again so he took that a little personally)

🗡️ Reyna Ramirez-Arellano : Bondsmith

She’d be bonded to the Stormfather (1 of 3 beings who can gift Bondsmith abilities), allowing her to generate Stormlight and infuse other Radiants with it; this is incredibly draining and similar to Reyna’s ability to share her strength

Bondsmiths’ main focus is unity/ bringing people together and Reyna definitely spends a lot of time attempting to unite the Roman and Greek camp (after all, she did spend an entire book helping Nico and Coach Hedge get the Athena Parthenos back to CHB as a peace offering)

Bondsmith powers aren’t typically used for fighting but rather for assisting other Radiants and keep them fighting; Reyna is skilled with weapons but doesn’t use her powers to fight, only to help others keep up their strength/ motivation

🕊️ Piper McLean : Lightweaver

Piper had some personal things that she had to work out (lying to her friends in TLH, etc) before she fully embraced her power, & Lightweavers have to come to terms with truths about themselves before they can progress as people & as Radiants

There aren’t really any Radiant orders that work with manipulation magic so it’s hard to bring the Charmspeak in but the illusion magic Lightweavers have does allow them to change their appearance, so I’d imagine her using it to make herself super beautiful for espionage purposes or smth (maybe using it to transform into someone’s loved one?)

Transformation would allowed her to turn something into something else (etc. mud to food) which kind of relates to her cornucopia & how it makes food out of nothing

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Hooray we made it to the end!! Sorry that this was so long, I had a looong time to think about this and wanted to get all my thoughts down

I mostly used coppermind.net and the descriptions of the Radiant orders on Sanderson’s website so some of this info may be a little inaccurate but this was just for fun lol

[reegis]

More Hadeon lore?? I love them sm

aaaa i love to talk about my dumb babies dont give me any excuse..

She’s actually part of like. a whole Thing. which i will now ramble about for ENTIRELY too long, so ill put it under the cut

ahhh im so bad at explaining things even tho theres like. a lot of lore & worldbuilding (by my standards anyways)

but basically all of my angel & demon OCs are part of an idea i have for an rpg/ttrpg?? set in a world where God, angels and demons all exist in the world, mainly in a sort of eldritch sense. God has essentially gone missing for thousands of years - with only scattered miracles to occasionally make Its presence known - and in Its absence, the angels have taken on their own warped interpretation of Its edict while the demons have wreaked havoc, and both have entwined themselves very heavily into human society (mostly to humanity’s detriment).

The players would create a character (human((religious, cult, or agnostic)), fallen angel, redemption demon, etc) that would give them certain skill sets/abilities/affinities depending on their choices, but the overall goal of the game is to Meet/Find God (and your characters reason for this would vary)

The continent in the game is basically one enormous mountain range, with the peaks actually reaching the heavens (think like olympus) with those living closer to the peaks being basically ultra religious societies who still believe God is there and everything that happens is still somehow part of Its plan, and those at the base and few small surrounding islands (which deal with much more demonic corruption and angelic attacks) doubting It still exists, and becoming home to fringe groups of cults creating their own deities (sometimes literally) and agnostics.

Players would meet somewhere at the base and progress up the mountain, and - depending on their group make-up - meet angels and demons along the way, both of which could potentially be foes or allies.

The angels exist in a hierarchy, with the seven Seraphim at the top, but almost all of them pose a potential danger. With God no longer at the reigns, the angels have had centuries to interpret Its will however they see fit. Many of the lowest ranking angels still hold the original ideals and are mostly harmless, granting blessings and offering sage advice, but are of no Real help. Of the higher ranking angels, many have gained their own twisted sort of moral compass and have lost touch with Gods original love for mankind. What is or isn’t a sin, what deserves punishment or what deserves blessing, has become subjective to them and they bestow their judgment upon mankind with great prejudice.

The demons exist in a hierarchy as well. As angels stripped of their holy power (and thus blinded) when they attempted to overthrow God, they seek to earn back their power and sight by stealing souls. The harder to corrupt a soul is, the more power they obtain when that soul finally succumbs. Lower level/weaker demons mainly seek to cause wide spread devastation and death, as they dont have the power to corrupt, but feed on any souls lost. Higher level demons are more insidious, possessing or manipulating people in power, in search of “higher quality” souls to assist their climb.

There are also a small group of “fallen” angels and “redeemed” demons, who exist sort of outside of the status-quo since they no longer fit neatly into either group. Fallen angels are (usually lower ranking) angels that have fallen in love with humanity and rejected their base angelic nature to live amongst them. They forfeit most of their angelic power and assume a more human-like appearance in order to live amongst the humans they adore, but have a still-perceivable “otherness” that leaves them mostly an outcast. Redemption demons are somewhat similar; they have gained/retained enough love for humanity since their fall that they no longer seek to claim human souls for power and are instead attempting to regain Gods love through redemption and acts of kindness. Falling from heaven has irrevocably changed them physically, however, and they face great hardships attempting to fit in to human society.

Of the Seraphim, Hadeon represents the Wrath of God. He is tasked with finding and punishing sinners, those who would blaspheme or turn against God. Originally she was the fair hand of Justice, but in the centuries of Gods absence, his sense of right and wrong have become irrevocably warped. Their presence can first be felt with the smell of ozone, and a sudden intense pressure, like a storm on the horizon. She, and the army of angels under her command, hunt sinners through the streets, meting out their vigilante justice. Where he goes, indescriminate bloodshed almost always follows.

Her mindset is entirely black and white, but despite eons walking the earth they retain a naïveté of human society that makes her pretty easily distractable. He can occasionally be reasoned with and/or distracted, and even more rarely convinced to bestow a blessing.

Hadeon is one of the first Minor bosses the player faces, and your decision to either befriend, escape, or kill her will play a role in your later encounter with other higher angels.

obviously there are all of the other Seraphim, and other high ranking demons that have their own names/info/etc i could literally keep going on and on abt them & more in depth world building forever probably but i will stop now 😔

[scribblesquid077]

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 2: 𝓕𝓵𝔂 𝓜𝓮 𝓣𝓸 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷 (𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓗𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓞𝓯 𝓗𝓲𝓹 𝓗𝓸𝓹)

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💕𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂💕: Aspiring diva Kang Mi-na takes part in this year’s Squid Games, challenged among the fellow lower class. In order to have a safe chance of winning, the aspiring fashionista teams up with former-rapper Thanos. Not only is she tested on what she is willing to risk for money, but her place as one of Thanos’ confidants.

💜𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰💜: Choi Su-Bong(Thanos) x Kang Mi-na, Thanos squad + Kang Mi-na

💕𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮💕: mi-na lives au, se-mi dies instead tho :( , romance, angst, fluff, casual, flirty bantering, lots of jealousy on nam-gyu’s part

💜𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼💜: graphic depictions of violence, murder, mild gore, explicit language, drug usage, mentions of suicide, major character deaths, spoilers for squid game s2,

💕𝓘𝓶𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓸💕: like the original show, this is intended for a mature audience, please proceed with caution. updates will be posted biweekly at the latest, constructive criticism is welcome as long as it is dmed to me!!

💜𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓼💜: work in progress 🤭

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💕𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 💜𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻

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The grounds were like a stage for Thanos, and he was the star of the show. The star of the show with an unexpected twist. Make the wrong move and it costs your life, death no longer fazed the main performer,

Blue-green and white were the colors of his costume, and blood was his signature makeup. Sprinkled all over his face after being too close to an unworthy star, that is what happens when one gets in the way of Thanos the great. Like a coked-up ballerina, Thanos flailed his arms wildly as he galloped down with Mi-na as his backup dancer.

Mi-na was sucked back into her senses, she was still alive. Her eyes flitted to the rapper as they ran, unable to comprehend the strong feelings of gratitude that came over her.

‘Red light!’

Thanos skidded his feet and stopped just before the doll could catch their motion. It was as though he was frozen in time. Arms outstretched mid-cheer, with Mi-na basically hanging off of him like a ragdoll. Yet the weirdest of all? He was smiling.

Gratitude was then replaced with confusion. This wasn’t normal. He was nowhere near as carefree as the Thanos she briefly got to know, especially in the face of danger.

“What are you doing?” She hissed.

“Having fun.” Thanos’ mouth twitched, the shit-eating grin never falling. Bang! Another player collapsed by the two, blood surrounding the fresh corpse.

‘Green light!’

They took off once again. Mi-na scrambled alongside him, clutching onto her scrunchie with her remaining hand. Her arm nearly popped out of its socket as Thanos did another heel click. She was lucky that she was able to keep up with the exuberant movement. Genetic flexibility truly paid off.

‘Red light!’

Another shot rang, forty seconds left. The finish line was still several feet away. A moment of exhilaration coursed through her veins, the end goal was right there.

Her grip tightened on Thanos’ hand subconsciously, unaware of the smug smirk he gave in return.

When the doll rang the first syllable, Mi-na took off and left dust in her wake with Thanos skipping alongside her. The squeaky creak of the doll blared into her ear, it would move its camera-contained corneas and take out the weak. Not Mi-na. Not the boy who saved her life. Not when they were so close.

Their feet pounded into the ground, yet all Mi-na could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat and the high-pitched gasps that came from her throat.

Her only focus was the final destination. Mi-na’s breathing quickened as she followed the sea of players to the finish line.

No matter how much her lungs ached, the woman kept on pushing. With a final leap, they passed the vibrant red line, skidding safely onto the other side.

‘Red light!’

Mi-na ceased all movement, far too tense to move when that doll was looming over. Would the game truly be that cruel? She pursed her lips together, by moving her foot just by a millimeter to test the waters. Mi-an waited. Nothing hit her. She was safe, finally. Mi-na closed her eyes, bending into her knees as she let out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding. Everyone else on her side was catching their breath as well, trying to register the shock.

A loud buzzer went off, signaling the end of the game. Every player that lived managed to make it in time, only the dead remained in the wide field. Yet the moment of immense relief was cut short by a final gunshot.

..perhaps everyone didn’t make it after all.

Thanos laughed maniacally in victory, punching his fists to the sky. She nearly forgot he was there.

“Yo!” He cheered, punching the air energetically “That was freaking boss!” The rapper stumbled back, landing on the sand like a cartoon character. He began making dust angels, cheering as though it were the best day of his life.

Mi-na could only observe, baffled.

What joy could be found in a death game?

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[misiahasahardname]

ok i have some ships for you (off the top of my head)

fanbrush

testmic

applebulb

coinpin

YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE THANKS FOR THE ASK

FANBRUSH

you know a ship will be good when it has any of the core lights together.

look i have a moot that HAAAAATES this ship with a passion because paintbrush apparently hates fan???? but like. they’re friends now man c’mon!!!!!!!!!! anyways they’re silly as fuck and i love them although i DO prefer them platonically

headcanon: fan is an insomniac and will keep anyone he even vaguely likes up with him for as long as he can by spam messaging them on his laptop, and because he keeps that motherfucker on full brightness (and because paintbrush is his roommate) he keeps paintbrush up for even LONGER than any other friend. once people stop responding to him he will turn over to paintbrush and starting yapping at them. paintbrush finds this REALLY annoying but (as much as they’d hate to admit it) they find his rambles actually pretty interesting?? plus they find his voice very pleasing to listen to (it’s the vague lisp)

TESTMIC

testtube after making almost all her ships toxic yuri by being a hater:

GODDDDD these two are really fun in fanon!!!! have seen some great takes on them and honestly their dynamic does intrigue me… though personally i don’t see it happening i can’t lie and say i don’t like it. i can be just asie about them as anyone else!

headcanon: i feel like they’d get drunk together for some reason. like i have no idea why i just do. and then they’d get all vulnerable with eachother and testtube would get all sappy and ramble about her grudge and how it’s actually pretty stupid. and then they make out

LIGHTAPPLE

MICHALINA WHEN RAREPAIR IMPLIED T4T YURI 😭😭😭😭💖💖💕🩷💕🩷💖💕🩷✨✨✨💕💕✨✨😭😭😭

these two are so fucking silly i SWEAR TO GODDDDDD!!!!!!!!!! i know they’ve hardly interacted but C’MON they work together SO WELL YOU DON’T GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i need them to get whimsical and disturbing together. i need them to wreak havoc onto this wretched earth. i need them to cause mischief and confuse people while holding hands and giggling stupidly. i need them to draw eachother in glitter gel pens. i need them to cuddle in bed and be all cutesy but also strange and confusing and no one else in the cast understands them but they’re still happy for the lovely couple. i need them to get evaluated for adhd together

headcanon: they do all SORTS of arts and crafts together i just KNOW this. they are particularly fond of drawing and baking. sometimes they’ll draw pictures of ridiculously large and complicated cakes and will challenge themselves to recreate them irl. with lightbulb’s brilliant baking prowess and apple being great at decorating they always manage to make them SPOT ON

COINPIN

would you beleive these two are the first ship i actually got into for bfdi. because i’m pretty sure they were!!!!

goddddddd they are such a sweet pair. i’m seeing less of it thanks to bfdia 18 but realistically how would pin save coiny??? not only were they specifically banned from doing that but she has no arms to help him up with, and i don’t think she can really bend down to grab him with her teeth???? REGARDLESS THO. they are sucha fun couple. that one scene in bfb altered my brain chemistry

headcanon: coiny’s constantly trying to get pin out of her comfort zone. trying to get her to try new things, to make new friends!!!!!! it’s a long process but he’s a very encouraging guy so they’re actually making really good progress :3 i also think pin would teach him about things she’s into like gardening and baking

THANKS FOR THE ASK BAT!!!!!!!! :D

[squarebracketsmileyface]

I'm thinking about Masky in S,IL and how I have him as a little and a protector in Tim's system and like. I was kinda thinking about why that'd be, like why wouldn't Masky have grown up, why wouldn't someone else have taken over from him as they grew up? Because littles don't make particularly great protectors in adult systems. Like they try their best, of course, but there are certain things about their age that hold them back, and usually the system you have as an adult is VERY different from the one you first formed.

So I just thought, like, what if that's to do with the operator. What if the operator kinda freezes people in the moment they were most vulnerable to it? Like, sure, they still age and progress, their lives go on, we see how the characters change over the course of the series, but they all feel distinctly like they're being held back by something. Jay never stops being devoted to and obsessed with Alex, Tim seems like he's constantly stuck in the hospital from when he was a kid, Brian is literally a shell of a person unable to change other than becoming more frantic as time goes on, and Alex can never let go of his objective even when faced with the fact that Tim got better, had a life, got help etc. (which yeah, that sounds like Tim changing and growing I know just bear with me)

The operator freezes people's souls (for lack of a better word) in the moment they were most vulnerable to it, that way they can't build up defences against it to lock it out again. The reason Tim seems like his soul isn't frozen in place like everyone else's is is because of his pills. They lock the operator out again so sure his soul is technically still frozen, but the operator can't access it so Tim is able to move on with his life like his soul isn't frozen.

He is still frozen in the hospital, tho. And as a system this 'soul' freezing also freezes his system at that point too. No one can go dormant, no one can fuse, all they can do is front and stuff like that. It's like a time loop but only inside their system. They can do all sorts of different things within their loop, but once it ends all the progress is erased.

Masky is still a child because the system is frozen. Tim is only an adult because he feels a very strong connection to their body, so he grew up with it whereas everyone else didn't.

This thought came about because I'm currently drawing Masky looking after Tim's baby daughter Birdie, but specifically I'm drawing Masky how he looks to himself in their IW, so it's like a 6-8ish year old looking after a tiny infant baby. Because I have it that after MH is over Masky obviously can't trust that things are safe and still acts to protect Tim from a threat that's no longer there. But one time he fronts with Birdie in his arms and he just kinda... Stops. He looks at this tiny baby in his arms and she's so small, so helpless, and she becomes the next thing for him to fixate on protecting. But this time it's something productive, something that doesn't send him wanting to run into the woods.

Now when he fronts he's fixated on finding Birdie if he isn't already holding her. He fixates on feeding her, cuddling her, making sure she's comfy and doesn't need her nappy changing. She becomes his new thing to protect and it gives him something real to focus on that he can protect without needing to run away from society and run around in the woods terrified because it feels like the only place he can face the operator without having to worry about dragging innocent people into the fray.

Like sure, at first he's still scared of the operator and all that, of course he is, and he takes Birdie into the woods with him the first few times he fronts after deciding she's something to protect with his life. But over time he realises she cries when they're out there, because she's cold, or he can't feed her (Tim does chest feed her as much as he can, but she has a cleft lip and pallet so it's a bit difficult to feed her as much as she needs without using a squeezy bottle), or he can't change her nappy etc. so instead Masky starts staying in the house. Sure he barricades the doors and windows, hides away in the smallest room he can find, and stuff like that, but at least he's in the house.

And eventually he stops feeling like he needs to barricade the doors. He just sits and looks after Birdie without feeling like he has to lock everything down to keep the operator out.

S,IL Masky ⬇️

He's small and cold and scared, but there's someone who is smaller and colder and more scared and he has to look after her first, as best he can.

[waywardsou2]

Summer of Bad Batch 2024

Week 3

Prompt: "It's just a scratch"

A/N: Not me writing this literally 24 hours before the next prompts come out haha. Ngl tho it's kinda of topic but i just wanted to do some retired Pabu writing and this prompt kinda subtly fit it, I was planning on making it more angsty but it ended up being nice and fluffy. Anyways I hope you enjoy. This will be on my ao3 as well. Tags: none, fluff, slight injury

The afternoon sun shone down on the rocks that Omega and Echo were standing on. Despite Hemlock being gone and Tantiss destroyed Echo wasn’t done training Omega.

Since his cadet days he had done his best to work by the book and train for as long and as hard as he could. Spending time with Clone Force 99 has taught him to loosen up just a little bit, but old habits die hard.

He knows Omega isn’t a soldier and her biggest threat was sitting at the bottom a valley but she needed to know how to keep herself safe in a galaxy so vast, because he knew that eventually one day she would leave Pabu. It was a given but in the meantime all he could do was prepare her.

Right now with the sun beginning to sink lower in the sky but Echo was trying to get as much training done with Omega as he could.

“You need to keep your guard up; one wrong move and you are open and vulnerable. And then you get hurt, or worse” He took another light swing at Omega, and she brought her arm up to block his punch. She did so successfully.

“Where are your weakest points?” he says testing her as he makes another swing.

“My throat, ribs and knees. I can’t leave those open or in range”

“Good. What points do you aim for?”

“The sides of the head and eyes, neck and legs. Attacking the head can disorient, damaging the eyes can be dangerous, neck can be fatal, and legs can subdue them”

“Yes perfect. And what if they are carrying a weapon” he swings again

“Focus on disarming them then either fight or run”

“Excellent” he says before taking one final swing at Omega

Her progress has been promising; she has been able to keep up with him during exercise. She can shoot her practice targets with accuracy that even Crosshair has praised her for. Her ability to complete the terrain courses he sets up have been slower than the rest of her progress, but he knows at the very least she’ll survive.

“The suns going down but I want to try one last thing. You think you’re up for it?”

Omega is breathing hard, but she is ready. She’s going to prove to Echo that she is just as capable as the rest of her brother or any of the regs. Tech has given her the knowledge, Wrecker had taught her demolitions, Hunter had taught her how to track and scout and survive on next to nothing, and Crosshair had taught her the ins and outs of every weapon imaginable, but Echo taught her how to adapt. How to defend herself and defeat enemies of all kinds. If she was able to keep up with and stand up to him then she would be ready for anything the galaxy will throw at her.

“I’ve got the boys to organise their own obstacles for you to complete all over Pabu. Consider this your final test of sorts. At the end of the route, you will have to defend yourself against a surprise attacker – me. If you can best me then I’ve taught you all I can. You think you’re ready Havoc 5?”

Omega takes a deep breath in then smirks at Echo “I’m ready!”

He smiles back at her, looking at her now he takes a moment to notice how much she’s grown. He remembers when they first met her, how small she was, how often they had to get her out of trouble. But now she’s taller, stronger. Her shoulders have widened and her training has helped her build up a stronger frame. Her hair had grown out which Hunter had helped her keep in a tight braid. His years of having to deal with longer hair started to become useful again since she grew it out. They were luck because the rest of the batch would have been useless when it came to hair.

So, Echo set her off on the path and made his way to the final location waiting for her to arrive. He set himself up in the shadows by the entrance to the cave and waited for her to arrive.

Omegas first challenge was set up by Crosshair, she had to complete a small parkour course whilst avoiding stun blasts from him as well as hitting her own targets. Crosshair almost got her, but she ducked just in time and shot her last target. Trying to hide his pride in Omega, he directs her to her next step of her test.

She made her way around the beach of Pabu and came to where Wrecker had set up several types of explosives along the beach. Some hidden and some in plain sight. Omega counted at least eight visible to her. As soon as she got to Wrecker, he clicked the detonator and told her she had 30 seconds to defuse them all. So she got to work moving swiftly one by one to each bomb disarming them, she thought she had tripped one of the last ones but she was able to reroute the circuit and cancel the detonation command. With only three seconds left, thanks you Wrecker’s rather loud counting, she completed her task. Wrecker roared with approval and sent her to her next task with a pat on the back that almost sent her into the sand.

She next found Tech sitting down a side street along the main town centre. His test was a quick-thinking verbal response test. He thew facts and questions at her with lightning speed as she answered just as quickly, she stumbled over her words once or twice but was able to pick herself back and up and continue to recount the information Tech has taught her over her years with them on the Marauder and even on Pabu, giving her exercises and tests to make sure her information was up to date. Once he was happy with the questions, she had answered he told her she had to go to the small forest at the back of the island. She guessed Hunter was waiting there for her.

When she got there she was a little confused at first as Hunter was no where to be found but when she stepped onto a small piece of paper with the word “Come find me” written on them she knew what her next test would be. She took in her surroundings and made note of every clue to where Hunter was hiding. An indent in the dirt which was a boot track that had attempted to be covered. Disrupted leaves moved in the direction opposite to the wind. Any whisper of movement or a breath taken in too sharply. Eventually she found Hunter hiding up between two trees, his back pressed to one and his feet to the other.

“Found you” Omega says, and Hunter lets himself fall to the ground gracefully

“Good job kid, you beat your record time,-” He ruffled her hair “-go on Echo’s waiting for you at the cave”

“Roger that!” She said and sprinted back to the other side of the island.

Hunter smiled after her, watching her run away. She had gotten fast, really fast. Her comfortability with the lay of the land made her lightning quick. As he watcher her go the pride in his heart swelled. Omega had come so far, and he was proud of every single thing she was doing to improve. It reminded him of seeing his brother progress when they were cadets. Watching them move up from Cadets to “Shinnies” and then to Troopers that were being dispatched every free moment they got. He remembers how Shaak Ti looked at them when they “graduated” she praised them for their effort and progress. It’s one of those memories that stuck with him, and he hoped with his brothers too.

As Omega made her way back to the cave her heart began to race inside her chest. She was ready, she knew that. She had completed all of her tests and done all of her training along the way, but she knew that she had to complete this final test for her brothers to fully see her as capable and as trained as them. For them to recognise her as a soldier the same as them. She knew that didn’t want her to be a soldier that they wanted her to a kid, but she was a clone like them, and she wanted to prove to them that she was no different.

As she stepped into the entrance of the cave she slowed from her run to a hesitant walk, making a slow rotation as she walked further into the cave. She had to wait for Echo to appear, she was listening, preparing herself for the first attack.

And then it came, out from the shadows high up in the walls Echo leaped at her taking a sweeping dive for her legs. She jumped and turned around to face him, bringing her arms up in a guard position. He makes another swift attack for her, and she ducks.

“You can’t stay on the defence forever” he calls to her and her brow furrows

She knows this is her final test, but she worries that she might hurt Echo is she uses all her training. But then again, that is what he wants.

Echo keeps up his barrage of attacks aiming for her head and her arms, leaping around to attack her sides and her back. He makes swiping kicks for her legs, but she is able to keep him at bay. But he keeps encroaching, quickening the pace of his attacks and forcing her to move quicker each time, keeping her thinking on her feet.

She knows the test won’t be over until she manages to knock Echo down but she just can’t bring herself to attack him.

Faster and faster his attack comes, and Omega can feel her arms bruising up slowly, she’s starting to get agitated. She’s never going to complete this test if she doesn’t act now.

So she does, she ducks and hides in Echo’s blind spot kicking in the back of his knees. He buckles and turns on his knee bringing his arm up to block an attempted strike to his shoulder. But Omega is fast, and she takes his arm and pulls it backwards causing Echo to be put off balance and pulled onto his back. She attempts to get on top of him to pin him, but he presses a boot to her chest and pushes her off. He stands up again and she recovers from his attack, he leaps for her as soon as he is on his feet again. But this time she is ready; she grabs his arm as he makes a grab for her and twists her body so his arm is pulled away from her and his chest. Continuing her spin, she pulls him further and with all of her strength she tugs sending him stumbling forward and falling into the dirt. Before he can even stand up again, she has crawled on top of him and subdued him.

She won.

“Good job kid” he said as she crawled off him and offered him her hand and helped him to his feet once more.

When she grabbed onto his hand, she felt dirt and something wet on his hand. When she took her hand away there was a light smear of blood on her hand, looking worriedly at her own hand she grabbed at Echo’s and saw a gash across his palm and gazing on his fingers.

“Oh Echo, your hurt”

“Nah, its just a scratch, I survived getting blown up remember? I’ll be alright kid” she doesn’t let go of his hand and carefully begins to wipe away and pick the larger chunks of dirt from his hand

“You should be proud of yourself kid. You’re officially a Clone Trooper now” He stops her from clearing the debris from his hand and pulls her into a hug instead.

Omega wraps her arms around him and squeezes his middle, she is tall enough now to be able to hide her face in the crook of his neck.

Behind them they heard loud yell and Wreckers voice saying, “Way to go Omega!”

Omega lets go of Echo and the two of them walk over to the rest of the squad, they head back to their home in lower Pabu praising her as they go.

Today has been a good day.

[krono-knight]

HI HI YOUR TURN 48 for the Spotify drabble :)))

Girl Hell 1999

fandom: Rottmnt

word count: 996

content warning: i THINK none but tell me if i missed any

AO3: here!

misc: EUGH BOY this took way longer then i thought it would. for some reason this fic fought me from start to finish. song i got was rly good tho! girl hell 1999 by femtanyl is one of my favourites and i already associate it with Cassandra so. its done im free!

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The first time Casey was hugged since she betrayed the Foot, it was in passing.

It was a few weeks after the Battle Nexus New York, everyone in the newly-found and newly-cleaned abandoned subway station, helping renovate the place. It was still clearly dilapidated, damp and slightly stuffy, but Casey was shocked at how fast a sense of home seeped into it's edges. There were recovered posters hanging on the walls, various boxes filled with knick-knacks awaited shelves on the floor, and Donatello had just finished setting up fairy lights throughout the lair the day before.

It was nothing like the Foot.

Which should be obvious. The Foot were the Hamato’s sworn enemies! Of course they’d be nothing alike. But she kept comparing the two anyway, for some reason. 

Casey herself was building something, a skate ramp, she thinks. Mostly, Donatello had pointed her in the direction of a pile of wood and a hammer, and told her to start building. But she knew that making herself as helpful as possible was how she impressed the Foot, and if she had wanted to impress the Foot, she definitely wanted to impress the Hamatos

So she kept hammering, with all her furious need to be liked by these people fueling her.

Honestly, she still didn’t understand the Hamatos. They called themselves a ninja clan, but they were so different to all the clans she’d applied to. For starters, there were only seven of them, eight including her (she's not sure if she’s included). And their structure is basically nonexistent! There’s no separation between basic soldiers and commanders, or commanders and leaders, there’s no management! There’s no ranks for her to progress in, and no higher-ups for her to impress. Sure the Foot were evil, but they were easy to understand.

When she’d asked about getting a clan uniform, she'd gotten weird looks. She didn't ask again.

Back in the present, the echoing sound of many things falling over in rapid succession startled Casey so bad, she nearly hit her thumb again.

Her eyes snapped to the source of the noise, hammer hefted over her shoulder as she half expected to see a hoard of Foot soldiers invading the subway station. Instead, she was greeted by the sight of Michelangelo, cradling his head and sprawling at the foot of the broken escalator, along with several boxes and piles of disorganized stuff.

"That's what you get for carrying boxes three at a time." Donatello said, elbow-deep in what Casey thinks is a fridge. His words are careless, but the way his arms still and drawn-on eyebrows scrunch belies genuine concern. Getting to know Donatello, Casey was learning, meant getting to know a lot of these small body-language cues.

"Gee, thanks Donald," Michelangelo grumbled, undignified and still very much on the floor.

Seeing her moment, Casey dropped the hammer entirely and very consciously did not salute Michelangelo, because this was not the Foot and they didn't do that here! Instead, she marched to where he had fallen, and stretched a hand in his direction.

"I CAN CARRY SOME OF THE BOXES," she said, at a normal volume, tacking on a quieter "If you want!" on the end.

"Really? Thanks Casey!" He said, taking her offered hand and only stumbling a little bit with the force of being yanked to his feet. Casey, faced with another way to prove herself as the new (maybe?) part of the Hamato clan, was ready to let go and start picking up boxes, but for some reason Michelangelo didn't just let go of her , instead opening his arms wide and throwing her into—

—a hug?

A hug.

Her mind crashed to a halt, thoughts both utterly blank and claustrophobically packed. It was… warm? He was short enough that his head slotted comfortably under her chin. If she wanted to, she could rest her hands on the back of his shell. She was being hugged?

She was being hugged.

She didn’t know what to do with her hands.

It had been… a while, since anyone hugged her. She was stiff and frozen, and all too soon Michelangelo pulled away, mild frown tugging at his features. Casey was just looking at her hands. Her emotions were going haywire, and she couldn't tell why. After all, it's not like she needed hugs, or friends, or…

Oh god, she has friends.

That's what this is, isn't it? that's why comparing the Hamatos to the Foot didn't make sense. It was a fundamental mismatch; apples to oranges.

Comparing the Hamatos to the Foot felt wrong, because the Hamatos were her friends.

Mikey jumped backwards, keeping his arms extended as if trying to create a physical barrier between them. "Sorry! Sorry, you don't have to like hugs, I should have asked before- EEP!"

Without warning — half without thinking — Casey rushed forward and hugged Mikey, and this time she did wrap her arms around his shell, squeezing like she was doing her best impression of an orange juicer. He caught on fast, hugging her in return with just as much enthusiasm.

She would have been glad to stay there until nightfall. It was the most comfortable she felt in days, like she actually understood herself a little bit more, a little less like she was floundering. That was, until Mikey tapped her on the back and wheezed "Casey, this is great an' all but I can't breathe."

She released him, and he beamed a smile at her she could feel reflected in her own features. Later, they would order pizza, and all the eight members of clan Hamato would watch Lou Jitsu movies until the sky changed colours, and then changed colours again. Later, when she's thinking about proposing to April, Mikey would help her pick out a ring, and Donnie would help her pick out a wedding outfit. She'd change their lives and they'd change hers.

But for now, for the first time in a long time, she just felt safe.

[sunflower-bnuuy]

TECWR progress log - week 2

finished pages: 2

total pages*: 5

*not counting prologue pages

...ok so i only was able to do 2 pages because i did not take a break today or yesterday . but i will be taking my break monday and either tuesday or another day. im not sure if doing 2 days in a row would be better or not.

and there was the fact that the first page i finished, i did not do a panel but that's bc it's a shot showing a place that i will design Later. and i wll probably be drawing it again at a much later page so i can just reuse it! yay!

the second page tho i'm reaaally happy with. it looks very neat and very rainy. and also it introduces my girl!!!!

i am... a little worried about her hair. when i was starting planning TECWR i was imagining i would probably use a brush for her braids but like... i don't think i could make a brush look like it belongs with the rest of the lineart. and i mean, it might even be more annoying than just doing it by hand? i just don't know if they really Look Good and if i will be able to do them by hand every time she shows up. but! i guess we'll see! i do really like how she looks here and i hope she continues looking great.

there is also another panel that, when i look at it, im just like. wow. that looks really pretty. no one has any idea what the hell is happening there except for me.

i think my main character is the cutest thing ever and that is the main thing pushing me through tecwr (and also i like this story i need to tell this story but also my main character is the cutest thing ever).

also i keep thinking about starting publishing and i think i probably will only be updating once a week. esp bc these pages take a long time! they look sooooo much better than RIR but also take a lot longer. also... i have no idea when i could start publishing (updating). like... im gonna have a good amount of pages done before i start college in august and i am getting... kind of so impatient about TECWR i want people to be able to start reading it so bad. but im worried about starting before colleg because man who knows just HOW busy i will be during that and if i will be able to keep up. so.

however.. i would like to be able to make more than one page per week. like... at least 3 pages every 2 weeks yk. mostly because uhhhh! this is going to be a long comic! i don't actually have any idea how long it's going to be but my estimate is like 400-500 pages for literally no reason other than it Feels Right. which um... that's a lot of pages... that's going to take a loooong time to do hahahaahaaaaa.... so um.... we'll see how this goesssss hahahaahaha if this progress log goes on for 10 years um don't worry about it!

also also.... i have to figure out when i want to reveal the title and how i want to. lol!

aaand i think that's it for this week but i'll give you guys one more panel teaser bc i liked it a lot :>