#oc: zimmer

[sleepyfan-blog]

Injuries and Boundaries

Author's note: this is the next fic in Cedric's adventures in the husbandry AU! Thanks to @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan for letting me borrow Hura! first. previous. next

tagged:  @egrets-not-regrets @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @i-am-a-dragon34

warnings: corporal punishment, wound treatment, blood

Summary: More injured Black Templars show up at the clinic causing trouble. Cedric's asked to help wrangle and treat them.

"Cedric... We've got more feral injured Black Templars who refused to be treated by anyone but another Son of Dorn. Do you mind taking them? Normally we'd have them wait, but all five of them are actively bleeding, and their sergeant is really twitchy." Misty, one of the human aides who worked in the Astartes-run medical clinic that Cedric worked in asked. "We've managed to herd them into one of the larger exam rooms, but they're still very tightly wound up. "

Cedric heaved a sigh, shaking his head a little. This was the second group of badly injured Black Templars who've shown up in the clinic within a month. This did not bode well, especially as it seems as though multiple Black Templar warbands seem to be gathering near or in this city for... Throne knew what reason. "I'll tend to them. Just let me finish my lunch real quick. It shouldn't take more than a minute or two."

"Thank you, Cedric." The medical assistant answered, sagging gratefully in relief before leaving. 

The young apothecary glanced around the room, double checking that no one else was around before vox-calling Ramiel "There are more injured Feral Black Templars in the clinic. Please warn our older Bruders and encourage our fellow Primaris marines to keep away from the base until this city is clear."

"... Sure, but what about you, Cedric? You should either hunker down with one of our older brothers, or ask Apothecary Hura if he has a mission out of the city that he'd like you to complete as a favor or something." Ramiel responded, a frown on his face "I'm still on the chaplains' retreat, but I know that you're not safe right now. You're going to get yourself to safety, right?"

"I'll be careful, and if I can't be careful, I will be smart, You don't need to worry, Rami. I'll be fine. Remember, we figured out that I survived the longest Back There, of the five of us. I didn't even get killed to be sent back to Ancient Terra." Which was a damn sight better than his fellow Primaris marines. "But I've got antsy patients to deal with. Be sure to message bruders Roland and Arnault they need to know, if they don't know already." He suspected that Roland and Arnault were exiled from many of the Black Templar Crusades because of them embracing their bonds with their mortals... And despite the fact that the bonds were warp-creations, those bonds and their humans made them so happy, brought out the best in both of them. Why shun them for it? It made no sense to Cedric.

"I will... but I will also tell them that you're treating feral templars who might hurt you if they take a notion! So they will make sure that you are safe too!" Ramiel growled out, and he could hear the stubborn glare on the other's face.

"Honestly, I am fairly safe within the clinic. I am one shout away from dozens of well-trained first-born cousins who won't hesitate to sedate and restrain a rampaging Cousin." Cedric sighed before ending the vox-call with Ramiel. He really hoped that the stubborn Justicar didn't rile up their older brothers. Roland and Arnault could get very protective when the mood struck. 

Cedric knocked on the closed door to the exam room that the older Black Templars had been brought into, waiting for a moment before entering the room, closing the door behind himself as he took in the sight before him. 

Three of the firstborn Black Templars were pacing around the examination room in a standard patrol cycle, while the other two were sitting on the exam room table, leaning into each other with their eyes closed, breathing shallowly.

Cedric could smell the coppery tang of blood in the air, saw the tense, tight ways that these older brothers were holding themselves and knew that each of them was in a tremendous amount of pain. He asked "Would any of you like something for the pain you are in? I will need to treat your wounds, which is going to hurt more. I have both spray-on pain reducers which may be applied to the wounds you have directly, depending on what kind of wounds you have, injectable pain killers, or a pill to take orally. Do you have preferences, if any?"

The five firstborn templars stopped what they were doing and looked him over silently for several long, and awkward feeling eternities (which was probably closer to a minute, perhaps two, but it felt as if they dragged their silent appraisal of him for so very long). The Sergeant stepped forward and slightly to the right, blocking Cedric's view of the two sitting on the medical table. "I am Sergeant Alois Zimmer of the Sprechembriech Crusade. Identify yourself, Apothecary." His well-muscled arms were crossed defensively over his chest. He had a large blade sheathed on his left hip, a bolter on the right. 

"I am Cedric, an Apothecary of the Black Templars." The Primaris marine stated. Technically he was also supposed to identify that he was both an apprentice and a Primaris Marine during this formal declaration but these firstborn brothers were wound very tightly. He didn't recognize these older brothers, and there was a high likelihood that they would have no idea what a Primaris was. They would, however, recognize that he was an apprentice and might start asking all sorts of obnoxious questions, which would delay their treatments and getting out of Cedric's hair before Arnault showed up, blade in hand and glaring at everyone who moved because Ramiel had wound up the Emperor's Champion. Again.

"Which Crusade are you part of?" Zimmer asked, looking him over closely "And where is your armor? Also... We aren't soft enough to need pain meds. Start patching up the two on the table."

"Came to Ancient Terra without any, as I was brought here in my sleeping clothes. I'm not part of an established Crusade. I haven't been on Ancient Terra long enough." Cedric answered, grabbing a wound repair kit from the cabinet and slowly approaching the two injured brothers on the exam table, not wanting to startle anyone. He opened the kit. It was unlikely that he was going to be part of one of the roving warbands of feral Black Templars. He liked having regular contact with his fellow Primaris Marines, and he sincerely doubted that he would be allowed to interact with two probable-outcasts. Even if one of them is an Emperor's Champion. "I got found by an Ultramarine and brought to the nearby Imperial Fist base and have been in this city ever since."

"That is some Lamenters level luck there, Brother." One of the other firstborn brothers calls out, before dodging the sergeant's reprimanding swat from Zimmer. 

Cedric very carefully did not react as he pulled up one of the older Black Templar's shirts, revealing that his back was a mess of bleeding flogging markings, and the characteristic bruising and claw-marks of a mark 9 power fist.

"Quiet, Illus. No need to wind up the lad." Zimmer looked at him steadily for a couple of seconds before asking "From the look on your face, I am guessing you know the kinds of wounds all of us are suffering from. It was not our Chaplain who inflicted these wounds, and our Crusade Leader ordered us to get treatment. Are you willing to patch us up, or should we wait for the Fist Apothecary they've summoned from the base?"

"I'll treat your wounds. I do have a question, though. If this wasn't ordered by your chaplain, nor the leader of your crusade, how did you come by these wounds?" Cedric asked, biting back panic and nausea, his hands rock-steady as he treated their wounds one at a time, and step by step. Check, clean, bandage. Rinse and repeat, until every injury on each of the five marines was properly treated to.

"Miles here ran afoul of a different Crusade's chaplain when he swiped one of the little sweet treats that the bastard had a whole bag of. He was about to eat it when the chaplain appeared out of fucking nowhere and started screaming his bloody head off. Miles gave back the treat and tried to apologize, but Petras wasn't having any of it and started beating the shite out of him. Jamison and Illus tried to step in and got beat for their trouble. Neval voxxed me before distracting the furious fucker to keep the others from beaten until they couldn't move. By Him on Terra I've never seen a chaplain that furious before that fast. Ever."

Cedric couldn't help the full-body flinch that Petras in a temper provoked from him as an automatic reaction. Nor the momentary cringe as his body wanted to curl around itself defensively. He shook off the response and continued treating the injured. "He is... Very possessive of his food and gets highly aggressive, from what I remember of him. Especially of fast carbs like sugary sweets. That was before we were both brought to Ancient and Holy Terra... not that I think he is aware I am here."

"Ah. So you're from the same time period he is? If I had Brothers from the same time here on Ancient Terra, I'd seek them out. No offense to you lads, but it'd be nice to have Brothers like that with me, as a grounding force." Illus piped up, his eyes wide.

"Chaplain Petras is... Not someone whom I would call grounding or reassuring." Cedric's mouth said before he could stop himself. "Besides there's a good chance the he'd-" Nope, shutting that line of thought down right now. "Let's just say that he and I don't get along very well."

"Given that he's a heavy hand with punishment and your entire life's purpose is to keep us patched up and in fighting shape, I can imagine." The sergeant sighed, shaking his head a little. 

"That's not the primary reason we don't get along, although that's part of it. Do you have any neophytes or aspirants in your warband?" Cedric asked, trying to project a sense of calm that he did not at all feel.

Hura and Zariel had talked with him, and near him about patterns of behavior in certain kinds of older brothers and cousins. And how these behaviors, for good or ill, could, and often did, spill over to how they reacted on Ancient Terra. Just because Petras favored killing- or nearly killing Primaris Marines that are between Neophyte to Battle Brother age, doesn’t mean he wouldn’t go after First Borns of the same age range. Or- so that thought suddenly seized Cedric with a cold, terrifying clarity.’Is that what they had been hinting at?’

"... Why are you asking that? We're looking for a couple of Apprentice-aged Black Templars, as a matter of fact. From what we've heard, they're being held hostage somewhere. Probably in one of the chaos bases, those foul bastards. We do have a couple, why do you ask?" Illus asked, eyes narrowing a little.

"Because he killed a dozen of Apprentices who were not found in need of culling due to disobedience, chaos-taint or xenos-worship. But merely because he was in a foul mood and they happened to be in his furious path." Cedric warned him "Do not allow him access to your youngest members without supervision with the ability and will to intervene on their behalf."

"That... That's... That's a hell of a thing to accuse any brother of, much less a chaplain, boy. Do you have proof?" Alois spluttered, staggering back a half step, his dark eyes widening in horror.

"... Four of the apprentices he beat to death in the 41st millennium ended up on Holy Terra, mostly dead. I was able to respond in time and get them to treatment for two of them so that they survived the experience. The other two died in my arms. Again. I brought them to the base so that their bodies could be properly processed and their geneseed and intact organs stored, for later use." Cedric answered, fighting back the tears and the bitter taste of failure in his mouth. "Between the three of us, we have enough physical scars left from his heavy-handed punishments to get him censured at least, should we come forward. If he were to be prosecuted."

"What do you mean, if? What, do you think because his alleged crimes were committed Before, that he wouldn't be punished for it? Or because he technically was punished by it - leading to him being sent to Ancient and Holy Terra - he wouldn't be punished here? And how do I know that he wasn't culling unworthy-" The Sergeant started to speak.

"So you and the five brothers you brought into this clinic to be treated fully deserved the punishment that Chaplain Petras handed to you, did you?" Cedric asked. "In the 41st millennium, it is standard post-punishment procedure for those with the injuries to tend to their own wounds, without medical aid or intervention. To heal on their own, or fester if they are deemed unworthy in the eyes of the Emperor Himself to heal properly. So which is it, sergeant? Are you seeking treatment for wounds you received after being justly punished and thus are seeking to undo it? Or were you punished excessively by a chaplain with a heavy hand?"

"What happened to us, versus what happened to your fellow Apprentices could be two completely different situations" Zimmer protested, his eyes narrowing a little at Cedric as he spoke. 

Cedric resisted the temptation to growl at the older Black Templar, righteous indignation and fury making it really difficult for him to think. He crossed his arms over his chest and took a step back "So you say. You have given me no proof that you and your squad were punished unjustly. The only thing I have to go on is your word. Per the traditions of our Chapter, I should kick you out of this examination room and report you to not just the captain you obey, but the chaplain whose punishment you are trying to circumvent by coming here for wound treatment."

“Sarge… Just… Call the captain. I’d rather you not piss off the only known Black Templar Apothecary within a hundred miles of this place. He can refuse to treat us, you do know that, right?” Miles groaned from where he was laying face down on the examination bed, his back a mess of bloody wounds, some of them still bleeding.

“He… You wouldn’t, would you?” Zimmer growled, taking a half-step towards Cedric before pausing. Even with the older Templar in the bottom half of his armor and Cedric fully unarmored, the young Apothecary was still a good foot and a half taller than the Sergeant.

“You come into this clinic, demanding to be seen by a Black Templar Apothecary or another Son Of Dorn, causing a huge scene and disrupting the schedule that some of our Ultramarine allies have carefully made. You inform me of who did this to you, and when I give you a warning about his likely temper and behaviors you disregard them out of hand. So whyever would you trust my medical opinions and suggestions?” Cedric hissed, doing his best to keep the fury and frustration out of his voice. “I have half a mind to leave the five of you here and get an older apothecary to handle you all, since clearly you won’t listen to a single thing I say if it’s not what you want to hear!”

“Fine then. I don’t want a brat who’s throwing a temper tantrum to treat me or my Brothers, anyways! You sure you aren’t an Emperor’s Child with short hair and blue eyes?” Zimmer hissed, glaring up at him “Because you sure tantrum like one!”

Don’t attack your patients, no matter how much they upset you unless they physically attack you first.

Is one of the rules that he had been told over and over again. Cedric had thought that this would be difficult to keep to when dealing with Chaos Astartes. Right now, all he wanted to do was to launch Zimmer through the window and wash his hands of the smug bastard Sargeant. Instead he stated “Fine then. I’ll get the senior-most Apothecary who is working at the clinic today. He isn’t a Son of Dorn, but he is very, very good at what he does.” His lips twitch a little in vicious mirth as he voxxed “Apothecary Hura, would you please come to Group Examination room Two please? I am having difficulties with a squad of injured Astartes and require your insight and expertise.”

The door opened without a sound, slowly revealing the oversized and clearly Chaos-aligned Death Guard Apothecary. Hura’s helmet was off and he smiled pleasantly at Cedric “I just so happened to be passing by this room when you called me, young Cedric. Dealing with unruly patients is a difficult skill to master, especially since they are in a group like this.”

“You’re joking. This is a threat. Look, kid I get that we may have -” Zimmer started, going very pale as he stared up at Hura, a look of slow-dawning horror on his face.

Hura interrupted the sergeant, saying “Ah-ah-ah! Bad and naughty patients don’t get to be treated by adorable young apothecaries doing their best to patch up ungrateful bastards. They get to deal with me.” This is said with a serene smile that sent terrified shivers through all five of the injured Templars simultaneously. 

“Hey… Uhm… Some… Some of us didn’t actively antagonize the younger medic and are hoping to maybe get patched up by him instead?” Miles asked, having slowly and painfully gotten up to his feet.

“I’ll deal with these five. You go on, and have your lunch. Shoo! You should be on-break anyways.” Hura instructed Cedric, having entirely ignored what the Black Templar had said. “Shoo! Taking appropriate breaks is important.”

Cedric nodded, smiling gratefully at Hura “Thank you, Apothecary Hura…Though are you sure I shouldn’t stay and assist you? I won’t be able to learn how to deal with difficult patients if I avoid them altogether.”

“A different time, young Cedric. They have already been quite bothersome and entitled by the way they burst into the waiting room and demanded immediate treatment by a specific set of chapters. They also need to learn that sometimes, there are consequences to their words and actions. And trying to treat patients while hungry is difficult. Go on, young one.”

“You… You’re not going to abandon us to him, are you? He’s a heretic! A Chaotic Traitor!” Illus called out, eyes wide and pleading as he looked at Cedric.

“Apothecary Hura has over ten-thousand years of medical experience, and is more than qualified to treat your injuries. You won’t listen to the warnings I gave you about the one who injured you like this, so why would you listen to me about how to care for your injuries?” Cedric answered, his voice an icy approximation of calm. “Thank you for taking over their care, Apothecary Hura, I leave them in your capable hands.” With that he turned on his heel and left the exam room, closing the door behind him.

[kidoblivion]

Pose taken from @adorkastock

[lucifersindulge]

Brother just let her go home 😭😭😭 she’s just a girl she shouldn’t be here 😫

I finished Squid Game 2 so now I have Squid Game on the brain 🙂‍↕️

[eliterevy]

Rook verstand nach diesem Moment in der Vorratskammer, dass Lucanis sehr wohl an ihr interessiert ist, aber dass dieser traumatisierte Mann seine Zeit brauchte, bis er sich wirklich auf eine Romanze einlassen konnte.

Sie liebte Lucanis zu sehr, wollte ihn keinesfalls bedrängen. Also behielt sie ihre eigenen Bedürfnisse unter Kontrolle, gab ihm alle Zeit der Welt und freundete sich auch schon mit dem Gedanken an, eine platonische Beziehung zu führen, wenn ihre liebste Krähe weiterhin den seelischen Beistand benötigte, aber die Zuneigung nicht körperlich zeigen konnte. Es wäre für Rook absolut in Ordnung gewesen...

Doch eines Abends, nach einer besonders nervenaufreibenden Zeit, brauchte Rook selbst Beistand, einen rettenden Anker in stürmischer See, und Lucanis war bereit, seiner Partnerin jede Unterstützung zukommen zu lassen - und noch mehr zu geben...

[annabthesolitarywriter]

Now We Are Free by Hans Zimmer & Lisa Gerrard

If Enna had a "entering heaven" theme song, it would definitely be this one. Nanourisma by Katerina Papadopoulou is her theme throughout the story, but I think that this one perfectly encapsulate the feelings that I hope I will be able to convey through my writing when tackling her death scene. I have a few ideas already, but I am trying not to write any more snippets because...you know how that goes.

I haven't watched Gladiator in a while and I had genuinely forgotten how much I liked this tune. It's sad, hopeful and happy at the same time and that is how envision Enna's death to be like. It will obviously be a sad moment, but I think she'll be relieved to finally let go. She'll finally get to be happy with all the loved ones she's lost. And that's where her dad first appears. Yes, Maximus aka Russell Crowe in his prime is her dad.

Despite being a little more than a footnote in the whole LOI universe, Elegil is one of my favorite OCs. The unpretentious Captain of the Grey Company, he's...quite something. He's a soldier at heart. He's loyal, level-headed, smart and a hard worker. He has his group of archers, his friends and they all spend their weekends at the pub in true Hobbit fashion. He lives in a settlement in Eriador and can't stand the South and the people of Gondor. They're all fake and good-for-nothing, he says. They're stuffy and idiotic, they have no morals and no honor. Strength and honor to him is not just the motto of the Dúnedain, it's not just a sentence to scream before battle. It's a moral code he swears by. He lives by it. He just wants to be a good person and titles and blood relations mean nothing to him. He's one of Aragorn's most trusted men in the North during the War of the Ring and, while he has deep respect for Arathorn's son, Elegil is not deferential to him. He doesn't treat him like the future King of Gondor he is, he doesn't even call him Aragorn. To him, he's just Estel. He makes fun of him, he teases him, he jokes about and with him. He's brutally honest, uses foul language more often than he should, and I am quite certain he even told the future King of Gondor to f*ck off at some point when they were younger. Jokingly, maybe. Or maybe not. He's no schemer, he's no liar. He's direct, straightforward and not at all tactful. Diplomacy, much to his Southern wife's dismay, is not is thing.

Yes, the Northern Captain who hates the South marries a Southern lady from Anfalas. He marries Elanel, the only daughter of Golasgil and Meril (OC) of Anfalas. A beautiful, smart, cultured woman with a penchant for adventure. A woman who feels trapped in the role Gondorian society sees fit for her. She wants her life to be more than needlework, afternoon teas and social gatherings. She takes a horse and flees. Her father disowns her, but she doesn't care. She goes North and meets this enigmatic beautiful man who's unlike any other she has ever come across. He's not refined and polished. He's loud, crass and even arrogant at times. She is startled by him, but at the same time...she finds him attractive. His rudeness, his apparent lack of manners...she finds herself drawn to him. She can see that he's genuinely kind and considerate. As they start talking, she realizes he respects her opinions. She can have a real conversation with him. He seems to value her. They get to know each other, he teaches her archery, they spend more and more time together. They fall in love. She realizes he's the man she wants to marry. She wants him to father her children. She's always loved babies and would like to have many boys and girls. Certainly he will value a daughter.

They get married and have a son. The War is not yet over and Elegil has to go South again. Pelennor Fields. Halbarad, one of his greatest comrades and friends, dies in battle. He's devastated and, when he returns home, he learns he and his wife have lost their unborn child. They already have a son and Elegil was really hoping for another. Or maybe not. He would have love to hold a daughter. A little girl as beautiful as her mother.

The War ends and Estel is King. Elegil is called South to be THE Captain of the Grey Company, but he refuses. His wife is still recovering from her loss and he never wanted to go South in the first place. Estel, now Elessar, sends a note expressing his sorrow and love and, while Elegil is grateful to the newly-crowned King, he refuses his offer when Elessar brings up the topic again. His wife would like to go and Elegil is nearly about to accept when she tells him she's with child again. She's saddened because Elegil is now forced to refuse the King's offer one more time, but Elegil doesn't care. A child is more important than a position in the King's guard or whatever it is. He doesn't care.

Months go by and he's more and more convinced he'll have a daughter. Of course he will love the child all the same if it ends up being a boy, but he would love to have a daughter. His little, lucky star.

He does eventually have a daughter, but he will never know about it. He'll never meet her. He'll die before he can say hello to her. His wife will die too and that little girl will be taken South and forced to live a life he would have abhorred. A life that will destroy her and lead her to the grave at the age of 41. A life which, for a woman of nearly pure Dúnadan blood, is extremely short. Way too short. But they will meet one day. One day they will hug one day and he'll ask forgiveness for not being able to protect her when he should have. They will be together beyond the Circles of the World and he will meet the grandchildren that have also very prematurely died. He'll teach them how to shoot an arrow and he'll tell them stories by the fire. He'll sit with his daughter and his wife and her friends and the loved ones he got to meet before her. They will meet one day...just not yet.

[manyfandomocs]

An Ever After High plot bunny, poly Dexter and Raven ship? 🩵

For sure for sure

Melora Zimmer (Dexter Charming and Raven Queen ship)

Daughter of The Princess from The Frog Prince, Melora knew she was supposed to grow up to be spoiled and only reluctantly befriend and eventually marry Hopper. But she wasn’t sure about that. She didn’t want to be spoiled, though her mother certainly had no problems giving her anything she wanted, and she didn’t want to be disgusted by Hopper. She liked him, he was always nice to her when they spoke, even if they mostly spoke with him in frog form. But what could she do? There was no betraying your destiny. At least, that’s what she thought. Until Raven refused to sign the Storybook of Legends and changed their school forever. It scared her at first, honestly. Melora didn’t know what it would mean to not have her destiny, even if she didn’t want it in the first place. But classes with Dexter helped her see that maybe it could be a good idea, so he brings her to officially meet Raven, and the two help the shy princess figure out what she wants her life to be

Send me a fandom / love interest / faceclaim (one or all of those) and I’ll make a plot bunny

[zomaribon]

Big ass doodle dump part 9

[leechandoki]

Been a long time since I made a speed paint. Was gonna make this into a YCH (Your Character Here) but got carried away and made my VTuber Avatar Lil'GreenBean (@lilgreenpeas on Tumblr, @leechandoki on Twitter).

I absolutely love how this came out and was quite surprised that I still got it and also it took me an Hour and 17 minutes to finish. You have no idea how proud I am to still have the ability to draw quickly :')

Kofi | Post+

[mooglethyst-irl]

Summary: Kaze and his friend Marina go dancing at the club. Marina uses her Craft to lift his spirits.

Word count: 600

Prior reading: None required

Kaze leaned heavily over the bar, clutching his head against both the daze of the alcohol and the pounding bass. This was so not his scene. He didn't mind a few drinks every now and then, but the loud electronic music and flashing multicolored lights were compounding his sensory overload. He could probably use his Visimancy to dull his perception and provide some relief, but it seemed so irresponsible.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Marina trotting up to him. Her dark blue skin blended with the low light, but her bleach-blonde hair and the glittery top she was wearing were impossible to miss. "Hey!" she called out. "You okay over here?"

"Yeah," Kaze said, forcing a smile. Both of them had to shout to be heard over the music. "Just taking a break."

"I'm gonna head out after the next song. Want to dance?"

Kaze looked out at the dance floor. Everyone made it look so easy; just move to the rhythm, right? But he never felt nearly as comfortable as they all seemed to be. "I… think I'll pass," he said.

"Come on, one more song. Trust me!"

Before he could get out a full protest, Marina was already grabbing his arm and tugging him to his feet. And she was surprisingly strong; whether due to natural ability or the benefits of being a Proprioborn, Kaze had no idea, but either way he found himself being pulled back into the swarming crowd of bodies.

"It's okay," Marina said, already swaying to the beat. She was basically a blue centaur (feline nose and tail aside), but she had such an effortless grace about her even with four legs. She reached out and said, "Take my hands!"

Wincing as someone elbowed him in the side, Kaze snapped his own hands out and gripped Marina's like his life depended on it.

And then… something happened. Kaze stopped feeling like such a clumsy lead weight. The stiffness lifted from his muscles like fog evaporating in the sun. He was still nervous, but he let himself start to move to the beat, and found it shockingly easy. He'd never felt so light and limber before.

A baffled grin rising on his face, Kaze tried to relax into the music and match Marina's pace. Even with them clasping each other's hands the whole time, he never once collided with her or stepped on her hooves. He had even stopped bumping into the other dancers around them; instinct told him exactly how to move to avoid their flailing limbs without interrupting his own rhythm. He couldn't even feel the dizziness from those cocktails anymore.

Soon both of them were smiling and laughing, swinging their arms and stomping their feet. Kaze made sure to hold onto her with at least his left hand the whole time, but he couldn't remember the last time he'd had this much fun dancing.

Eventually, the song came to a close. Marina withdrew her hands, and Kaze blinked as he realized they'd made their way all the way back to the club's entrance. He stumbled a little, earlier drunkenness returning. "Wow. Uh." Reflexively, he pulled off his glasses to wipe them on his shirt. "Thank you?"

"Not bad, huh?" Marina said with a huge grin. "Come on, I'll call you a cab."

[that-is-tat-o]

Debati postearlo pq pues nose pero aquí está

[ID de imagen:

Un dibujo de 2 jóvenes: Ramon (izquierda) y Ernesto (derecha). Ramon tiene pelo oscuro y lentes, esta viendo a Ernesto preocupado mientras se agarra el codo por detrás con la mano; esta vestido de padre. Ernesto tiene el pelo claro y esta viendo hacia otro lado incómodo, tiene 2 cachitos en la cabeza y una cola como de diablo; esta usando un sweater.

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[innocence-of-sinners]

Sterling Zimmer/???

Model:Fin(Video Blogging RPF)

Ethnicity:Canadian

Gender:Male

Age:24

Height:5'11

Sexuality:Gay

Occupation:Music Producer

Image Songs:1.Me And You by Fall Out Boy(2.Boomboom by Seventeen)

Character Tropes:Action Survivor

Outfits:

[elodieunderglass]

Would you like to be sent other people's Killie headcanons? I wasn't sure if that would be welcome or like stealing your toys.

(Killie the jockey oc)

Thank you so much for asking! I’m going to say something wild - that it’s fine if you understand the risks and agree to the conditions. Sorry for writing an essay about the conditions, but it interested me a lot - I want to welcome this spirit, and am also conscious that published authors don’t do this (however, I don’t want their job.)

Long story short: you can, but it’s not legally advisable, but fuck it, we ball.

Grownups share toys, and Killie exists to be rotated - and, when he achieves sufficient velocity, thrown briskly into an obstacle. Sharing this burden with others pleases me. I’ve already said an emphatic GO AHEAD to fanart and AU fanfic, so worrying about this too much would be a case of shutting the barn door after the horse has eaten it. We do a lot of riffing and yes-anding each other, which is the ENTIRE fun of talking about Killie, and is the ONLY reason he’d get a book anyway. And my approach to intellectual property is more collaborative-Goncharov than the inciting published-authors-shouldn’t-read-fic-incident (1990s drama with Marion Zimmer Bradley.)

Killie’s intended to have a little self-published, non-commercial book that isn’t written yet. If I was already planning to do something similar to your ideas, it might lead to awkwardness for both of us. I’m not saying it would - we are too mature and kind - but that’s the risk I don’t want you to take unknowingly. I do mean to create 1 piece of fixed canon material (plan for that here), for which I plan to charge sufficient money to reimburse the cost of the editor I plan to hire for it. So you would have to decide whether you’d like to risk your headcanon being canon. I will say upfront that there is zero risk of Killie being commercially viable (CAN YOU IMAGINE) so there’s no chance of anyone (including myself) getting paid for anything; it’s more about the idea of intellectual property. Your headcanons belong to you, and by kindly sharing them with someone who hasn’t written the canon yet, you risk a lot more than someone writing about a closed, distant work.

You don’t need approval or permission for headcanons. You don’t need approval from anybody to enjoy them.

Of course, half the pleasure of sharing headcanons is sharing them for connection and communication ARGH.

It would be great if you could share them somewhere else, without worrying about me being involved, but Killie’s entire fandom is the 20 of us, currently housed here, in my living room.

I do want to encourage you to do that (posting without telling me/discussing with other people). you don’t need my permission, and are welcome.

But I do understand Killie’s fandom is housed in my living room at the moment. As much as I intend for him to move out in the future, ideally into a small kennel in YOUR living room, it’s very natural for current observations of him to take place in my living room.

(Could he please move into your living room, the kennel is very small)

Thus, here is my policy:

If you send me a headcanon, please understand that you are voluntarily and freely releasing your idea, in the spirit of willing sharing. There is a very slight risk that your headcanon will overlap with something in the unpublished Killie book, so you’ll have to agree that you understood this risk - and that I don’t owe you anything, if it’s similar.

If you have a very good idea that would be absolutely load-bearing, I’d like to reach out for a mutually consensual permissions statement to use it. You would have the ability to decline. Agreeing to its use would involve you getting full credit for the idea, my warm thanks for sharing it, a link to your blog in online material, the admiration of everyone reading the credits, and probably nothing else will be in my power. Payment is unlikely. Co-authorship is not on the table, as I can’t write checks I can’t cash (I.e. I can’t promise to pay someone with credit on a product that might not happen.)

submission of writing prompts is done freely in the tumblr context, and I’m going to make the formal statement that a prompt does not grant co-ownership of the resulting work. Submission does not mean co-ownership - if you submit a prompt, you’re giving me permission to use it in any way I like, with or without credit. At the moment, it’s all on tumblr and attached to usernames, but if the inspired work moves to another platform (I.e I include a comic in Killie’s book) I’ll endeavour to keep the credit to your tumblr handle. I plan to thank everyone who makes the work so possible and so delightful!

Once Killie has this completed piece of work out (working title Throw Your Heart Over) he’ll be fair game. Literally hunt him for sport with my blessing 👍

I would then put him in a hamster ball and kick him down the stairs step back a bit because I think it could be a bit oxygen-smothering when creators are TOO involved - I’d like to respond to asks, but would not want to know what people were saying elsewhere- but once moved out of my living room, Killie will no longer be my personal problem.

Death of the Author voluntarily. Pls.

I was thinking of licensing him as Creative Commons anyway, but he still needs to move out of my living room and get his own address for that. At any rate, then, it will be chill for all of us to do whatever. Intellectual property WHOMST. The only thing would be I don’t want him sold without permission.

The intention of Killie is mental freedom and growth of identity; if I hogged him all to myself, I’d break that intention, and he’d rightfully stop working for me.

In conclusion, by willingly sharing a headcanon WITH ME, you agree that you get: small but high-quality connection, engagement, my admiration, hoots of amusement, tears, maybe a comic in response.

You do not get paid, you don’t get co-authorship or have any ownership.

If your headcanon accidentally matches a canon statement that I haven’t publicly made yet, you’ll have done very well by guessing foreshadowing, but unfortunately receive nothing. Guessing canon in advance does not mean that you gave me the idea, and you have agreed that by sharing it willingly.

If your headcanon solves a plot problem, I might reach out for permission to use it, with the conditions that I can only realistically offer credit for the idea. You’ll have the right to decline, and the paper trail showing that you did.

You will have no way of knowing if I am lying, and by freely sharing headcanons, you accept that risk. (I don’t intend to steal and lie - I’m a goddamn grownup with a day job, I think we’re friendly and trust each other, I’m writing a novel as a present to you, specifically, @thethirdromana - but the risk can’t be ignored.)

If you share your headcanon with other people, I don’t need to know, and don’t need to be invited.

Once Killie’s published, you can eat him for breakfast.

Hope this all makes sense, and I’m sure published authors would be gnawing their nails in horror reading this, which they won’t, because it’s 20 people in my living room and won’t make any money.

Regardless of what you choose to do, I cannot thank you enough for joining me, sharing your heart and attention, and for the gift of your support.

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

So I think y’all know this, but: Tamsyn Muir can’t comment on or even read Locked Tomb fan fiction, or fan ideas for the series.  It creates a baaaad legal precedent, even if none of us would ever want to sue her.

Rachel would be Jake's cavalier in a Locked Tomb AU, wouldn't she?

Yes, yes she would.

I feel like forcing them to share a body would somehow go even worse than it does with Harrow and Gideon. The resultant Lyctor would probably spend a lot of time stabbing other people, with occasional breaks to stab themself for a change.

[seb-in-the-shadows]

“Aria, if you were a melody… I used only the good notes.” 🎶💐✨

SCREAMING!! @giselsann has done it again! And created the most beautiful, loving scene for mine and @elisalsaa’s Hogwarts Legacy OCs Aria x Liam, or ‘Laria’ 🥺❤️

We go feral for these two, and ‘Relisa’ 👀- and I am so so excited that they’ve been brought to life with Gise’s incredible art 🥰✨ BRB WHILST I GO SOB FOR THREE HOURS

❤️💛💐 ~

[sukunaslilgurl]

Hello everyone ❤️

I am thrilled to present to you my very first story! It has always been a dream of mine to write a captivating tale, and this one centers around the legendary gladiator Sukuna and my original character (OC). Her name is Irene.

While the story does contain intense moments and adult themes, I want to emphasize that it is not just about raw lustful scenes. There is a deeper emotional plot woven throughout, with complex characters, struggles, and a rich narrative that explores more than just physical relationships. I’ve poured my heart into creating a story that is both engaging and meaningful.

Please feel free to read it—I’ve put all the links together here for your convenience. However, I want to give a gentle reminder that this story may contain adult content, so please proceed with care.

Thank you so much for your support, and I hope you enjoy this journey as much as I enjoyed creating it!

Links:

Story Parts

Epilogue: https://www.tumblr.com/sukunaslilgurl/770830030852980736/now-we-are-free-epilogue-hans-zimmer-now-we

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/sukunaslilgurl/770831204770562048/now-we-are-free-chapter-one-the-arena-of-blood

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/sukunaslilgurl/770832601155059712/now-we-are-free-chapter-two-the-feast-of

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/sukunaslilgurl/770833285333024768/now-we-are-free-chapter-four-irene-irene-stood

Part 4: https://www.tumblr.com/sukunaslilgurl/770834645601353728/after-the-battle

Part 5: https://www.tumblr.com/sukunaslilgurl/770835857875910656/now-we-are-free-chapter-six-bonds-and

Part 6: https://www.tumblr.com/sukunaslilgurl/770837394411929600/utahime-and-gojo-alone-in-the-bath

Part 7: https://www.tumblr.com/sukunaslilgurl/770839073160069120/now-we-are-free-chapter-8-little-visit-to-the

Part 8: https://www.tumblr.com/sukunaslilgurl/770840112929095680/now-we-are-free-chapter-nine-fall-vida-sana

Part 9: https://www.tumblr.com/sukunaslilgurl/770845175194025984/hours-passed

Part 10: https://www.tumblr.com/sukunaslilgurl/770847010005925888/one-hour-later

Part 11: https://www.tumblr.com/sukunaslilgurl/770848280574869504/one-day-later

Part 12: https://www.tumblr.com/sukunaslilgurl/770849663176867840/later-he-wanted-to-see-irene-again-he-commanded

Part 13: https://www.tumblr.com/sukunaslilgurl/770850926525300736/new-festive-party

Part 14: https://www.tumblr.com/sukunaslilgurl/770857763514531840/now-we-are-free-chapter-fifteen-cruelty-cello

Part 15: still coming ❤️

[hamartia-mmff]

crew dynamics: stell dir die crew als eine riesige großfamilie vor!! was für rollen hätten die einzelnen oc in der familie? wer ist der vater, der beim milch holen nie wieder gekommen ist? die verrückte tante? der dauerbetrunkene onkel? das älteste gewischterkind, das sich um alle kümmert? u know how it goes~~

Bitte erinnert mich zwischendurch, dass ich Fragen im Postfach habe :') Mein Nudelsieb-Hirn vergisst das zwischendurch echt gerne, danke :D

the pack | family dynamic

Liri | mother

Liri ist die einzige von den Ladies, bei der ich mir vorstellen kann, dass sie eine gute Mutter wäre und das nötige Durchsetzungsvermögen hat um den Haufen unter Kontrolle zu halten. Man will sie nicht in schlechter Laune erleben. She got this. Liris Erziehung kann man mit tough love gut zusammenfassen und sie tut ihr bestes um ihren Kiddos nicht peinlich zu sein, aber leider lässt sich dies vermutlich nicht vermeiden. would for sure get into a fight with other moms in the parking lot of the school, if one of them talks shit about her babies lmao

Vi | oldest son

Als ältester Sohn, der gerade in der Pubertät steckt hat Vi wahrlich andere Probleme, als die kleinen Nervensägen, die sich seine Geschwister schimpfen. Zwar zieht er immer eine Visage, wie sieben Tage Regenwetter und verzieht sich am liebsten in seinem Zimmer, so kann er die Plagegeister eigentlich mehr leiden, als er zugeben will. big bro Vi is a tsundere Trotzdem ist Vi immer für die Jüngeren da und er lässt sich auch zum Spielen überreden, wenn man es gut anstellt...bekommt wahrscheinlich täglich mindestens eine auf den Deckel, weil er im Beisein der Kleinen flucht. Hat sich neben der Schule einen Nebenjob gesucht um die Familie zu unterstützen. propably struggles with his sexuality

Bastet | oldest daughter

Schüchterne, etwas schusselige, älteste Tochter, die etwas Schiss vor ihrem großen Bruder hat. Sie hilft ihrer Mutter sehr pflichtbewusst aus und ist zusammen mit Vi die zuverlässigste der Truppe. Anders als andere Teenager hat sie weniger ein Problem mit ihrer Familie und bereitet ihrer Mom auch kein Kopfzerbrechen, dafür ist sie beim Thema Jungs ein blushing mess und bekommt es nicht auf die Reihe sich einen Freund zu angeln, trotz diversen Crushs. Daran ist auch etwas big bro Vi schuld, der in der Hinsicht sehr beschützerisch ihr gegenüber ist. Lässt sich von ihren Geschwistern wahrscheinlich leicht manipulieren, weil sie für alle immer nur das Beste will.

Asuka | middle child

Als mittleres Kind fühlt Askuka sich meistens etwas vernachlässigt und übersehen, jedoch genießt er das Vertrauen seiner Geschwister und ihm werden permanent Geheimnisse anvertraut. Wenn die Geschwister also etwas unter den Teppich kehren wollen, dann weiß Asuka sofort bescheid. Er petzt natürlich auch nicht und wenn es darum geht etwas hinter Mom Liris Rücken zu machen, dann ist man bei Asuka an der richtigen Adresse. Asuka struggelt in der Schule weniger als Vi, aber seine Noten könnten besser sein. Asuka hat immer den neusten Klatsch und Tratsch und ist unter seinen Mitschülern sehr beliebt. Er zieht Vi und Bastet gerne damit auf, dass sie Single sind, aber bietet ihnen auch ihre Hilfe bei diesem Thema an (die sie dringend nötig haben lol)

Sune | (adopted) youngest son

Sune wurde eines Tages von Vi angeschleppt, wie andere einen streunenden Welpen nachhause bringen würden und weil er sonst nirgendwohin konnte, hat Liri ihn quasi einfach bei sich aufgenommen. Sune tut sich mit der Familiendynamik etwas schwer und scheint sich erst daran gewöhnen zu müssen, wie man sich in einer etwas komischen, aber liebenden Familie verhält. Er hängt sehr an big bro Vi und folgt ihm (manchmal zu dessen Bedauern) überall hin. Seine schulischen Leistungen und mangelnde Sozialkompetenz machen Liri Sorgen.

Fly | youngest daughter

Fly ist das Nesthäkchen der Familie und sie hält ihre Geschwister auf Trab und will permanent bespaßt werden. So oft, dass sogar big Bro Vi die kleine Fly gerne auf seine Schwester Bastet abschiebt, wenn sie ihm doch zu sehr auf die Nerven geht. Die Jüngste will immer in den Tätigkeiten ihrer Geschwister involviert werden und ist eines dieser Kinder, das dann unbedingt auch mit der Spielekonsole zocken möchte, wenn gerade beide Kontroller besetzt sind, also drückt man ihr einfach einen Kontroller in die Hand, der nicht angesteckt ist und überzeugt sie davon, dass sie "spielt". Fly ist leicht mit Süßigkeiten und heißer Schokolade zu bestechen. Zwar ist sie für Vi von allen Geschwistern wahrscheinlich die größte Nervensäge, aber trotzdem lässt er Fly samt Teddybär in sein Bett kriechen, wenn sie einen Alptraum hatte.

Prophy | weird cousin

Prophy ist der seltsame Cousin, bei dem man erstmal überlegen muss, wie und über wie viele Ecke man nochmal mit ihm verwandt ist. Er liebt es seinen Cousins und Cousinen Angst einzujagen und ist nicht selten der Grund warum Fly gerade heult. Sein Humor ist sehr grenzwertig und seine Hobbies gehen Richtung Makaber. Zwar zieht er sich gerne zurück, aber sucht hin und wieder die Nähe seiner Familienmitglieder, weil er Bestätigung braucht. Prophy ist ein grottenschlechter Babysitter und man sollte ihn nicht mit Sune oder Fly alleine lassen. Liri hat es nicht übers Herz gebracht ihn vor die Tür zu setzten, weil die Jüngeren doch an den komischen Kauz zu hängen scheinen, auch wenn er gruselig ist :') Zwar findet Mom Liri sein Verhalten etwas bedenklich, aber sie ist wohl die Einzige in der Familie, die bis zum Ende eines Horrofrilms zusammen mit Prophy auf der Couch sitzen bleibt.

Jay | 'aunt' & mom's 'friend'

Jay ist nicht wirklich die Tante der Kiddies, aber so oft wie sie bei der Familie abhängt, kann sie das genau so gut auch sein. Besonders die Jüngeren adressieren sie mit "Tante Jay" und sehen sie als Familienmitglied an. Wenn Vi und Bastet nicht so Brett vor dem Kopf hätten, dann würden sie vielleicht auch 1:1 zusammenzählen können, warum Jay so oft bei ihnen übernachtet :') Mit Liris Kindern muss Jay erst etwas warm werden, aber sie versucht ihr bestes.

Rhys | (in-law) 'cool' uncle

Rhys pennt schon seit einer gefühlten Ewigkeit auf Liris Couch, seit er vor ein paar Monaten vor ihrer Tür gestanden ist, weil seine Ehe in die Brüche ging. Er ist bei den Kindern keine große Hilfe, außer man tritt ihm in den Hintern, dann hilft er auch brav mit und kann sich sogar einen Nachmittag alleine um den Haufen kümmern. In Unterhalten ist er gut, aber sobald es Probleme gibt, ist Rhys kein so guter Ansprechpartner, weil seine Tipps und Hilfeleistungen gerne recht speziell und nicht immer moralisch gut vertretbar sind. Auf die Älteren, besonders auf Vi hat Rhys keinen guten Einfluss und auch wenn Liri es zu schätzen weiß, so ist bei Vi wahrscheinlich Hopfen und Malz verloren, ihn etwas mehr aus seinem Zimmer rauszubekommen. Trockener Alkoholiker, der artig zu seinen AA Treffen, weil Liri ihn sonst hochkant rausschmeißt. Bastets Freundinnen haben einen Crush auf ihn und hängen alleine aus dem Grund bei ihr ab und kichern und tuscheln. Zwar sind Vi, Bastet und Asuka nicht interessiert an Alkohol, Zigaretten oder Weed, aber wenn da jemand was besorgen kann, dann ist es Onkel Rhys :') he for sure hits on his ex-sister-in-law when drunk.

Zelos | (in-law) rich uncle

Onkel Zelos kommt zwar nicht so oft persönlich vorbei, jedoch ist es jedes Mal ein Event, wenn er sich ankündigt. Er bringt den Kindern tonnenweise Geschenke mit, verhätschelt sie nach Strich und Faden und sein Budget für Weihnachts-und Geburtstagsgeschenke ist sowieso bodenlos. Zelos unterstützt Liri auch viel finanziell, was diese zu schätzen weiß, auch wenn sie das Thema nicht gerne anspricht, aber ohne ihn würde sie nicht über die Runden kommen. Zelos hat einen gut bezahlten Job und da er selbst keine Kinder hat, lässt er es sich natürlich nicht nehmen seine Nichten und Neffen ordentlich zu spoilen, auch wenn er das natürlich gerne "etwas" übertreibt...