#or cold take rather but okay XD

[letoasai]

dp x dc 2 Mother Gotham

 I had... zero intention of continuing this.... and i still.. have zero intention of continuing... lol i don’t know how this part 2 happened XD Please enjoy or feel free to take it   ~

Part 1      Master List  Constantine stared. 

He’d had very, very little time to learn everything he thought he needed to know about the Ghost King through his contacts and as an adult, he didn’t like what he’d heard so far. He might not be the most responsible bloke but damn it, he wasn’t okay with a fourteen year old taking on so much pressure after what was likely a traumatic death. 

He learned very little other than how young he was, how well liked he was, and how he’d not only earned the respect of many ancients, but befriended them. A good section of his contacts refused to answer any questions about him at all, stating at they didn’t want to cause trouble for the king. 

It was commendable but fucking frustrating. He had to find his boy and his sister and take them to both Lady Gotham and Batman. He’d had a headache all night. 

Constantine wasn’t a stranger to the occult, not by a long shot. He was rather the Justice League’s resident expert, but his lack of knowledge surrounding Amity Park was inexcusable. He had no idea how an entire town went unnoticed but he was going to find out. 

The amount of liminals in one place was ridiculous but he’d have to actually go there to gather more information on these teenagers. As things were, he was waiting at the Gotham welcome Center at the appointed time and was always startled by the amount of activity there. People coming and going. Gothamites were unfazed by the gloom of the city and newcomers were often transfixed by their first taste of a city that harbored so many curses. 

Few were able to understand that it was Lady Gotham stretching her non-corporeal limbs. 

He’d only been there an hour, and he had no description of these teenagers. He should have just asked Bruce. The man had probably somehow already tracked down everything on these kid right down to their favorite colors, but he hadn’t honestly thought he’d need anything like that. Turns out... he was right.

Constantine had just lit another cigarette when the room got cold. He glanced around the room, eyes zeroing in on a hooded figure, a NASA logo printed across the front. He slid up to a vending machine, pushing a dollar in and punching in the numbers for whatever snack he wanted. 

The kid was so unassuming. He could have been any random teenager. The strangest thing about him was that he had a thermos dangling off his belt and stars had been drawn on his shoes in what looked like marker. 

He bent to pick up his snack, but when he turned, he was already pinning Constantine with a stare. 

He wasn’t used to a kid being the one to pick him out in a crowd, but this one…well… Constantine wasn’t about to question his qualifications as royalty. When Constantine did nothing, the teens head cocked to the side in confusion. It was a far too long moment where they did nothing but stare at one another from across the room. 

The staring contest was broken when a red headed young woman exited the nearby bathroom and slid up behind her brother, a hand on his shoulder and a question on her lips. She was definitely liminal, and not as human as they both likely had been once. Not that that mattered to him. It was just one more piece of information to file away for later. The Ghost King silently nodded in his direction, and now there were two piercing gazes in his direction.

 There was something about the sister he couldn’t put his finger on but it would be a bloody cold day in hell before he purposely pissed her off. She was definitely the type to be her brothers keeper, and someone with that kind of sway over the Ghost King was no one to fuck around with. 

He inhaled once more, enjoying the smoke filling his lungs before he hauled himself off the bench he’d been occupying to head towards them. 

“Welcome to Gotham. I’m your one man welcoming committee.” He greeted.

 “Who sent you?” The redhead asked. 

“Got a name?” The Ghost King asked right after. 

They were paranoid, but he didn’t blame them for that. Whatever had them running likely wasn’t friendly. The boy's eyes were rimmed with dark circles and there were bruises along his jaw and neck. His sister wasn’t injury free either. She was holding one of her arms to her chest. Possibly a dislocated shoulder or elbow. “John Constantine. Member of the Justice League Dark.” 

He never would have introduced himself like that normally but he was dealing with a King and well... spooked kids. 

“Dark?” The brother and sister exchanged a look. 

Constantine grunted. “We deal with the magical nasties and what not. I was summoned to Gotham to greet you, Majesty.” 

The Ghost King didn’t wince, but there was a tick to his jaw.  “Danny.” He corrected. “This is my sister, Jazz.” 

“Who was it who summoned you?” Jazz asked, her good arm wrapped around one of her brother’s. 

Constantine nodded to Danny. “His mother. Dunno your full story, but i was led to believe this was your actual mother.” 

Danny’s lips pinched. “That is what Clockwork said…” He muttered to his sister who nodded, though she didn’t look overly trusting. 

“And you have no connection to the GIW?” She bulldozed right through. 

Constantine’s eyes narrowed. “Bloody fuck is that?” 

They exchanged another look. “The Ghost Investigation Ward.” 

“The fuck?” He inhaled again, pulling the cigarette away from his mouth. “What’s their problem?” 

Danny’s brows lowered, a soft, quiet, and mostly certainly deadly sort of anger in that look. “Hunting and experimenting on my people for sport.” 

Constantine tsked, but it did nothing to truly betray how pissed off that made him. “Sounds like a couple of pretenders messing around in my neck of the woods. Thanks for the tip. I’ll be looking into that.” He paused to pull out his cell phone and make a note of them. “No, I’m a right bastard for sure but meddling with the Infinite Realm is a major no-no.”

The Ghost King’s ire lessened somewhat, but the faint glow to Jazz’s eyes hadn’t yet waned. “Why were you picked to escort us?” 

“Probably because i’m one of few around that could hear the call. Your mother has been making arrangements for the both of you. I’ll take you to her first and then to where you’ll be living.” They weren’t a very trusting pair, but he had to assume they had every reason to be cautious. 

Danny finally heaved a sigh and took his sister’s hand. “Fine. It’s a leap but only a lunatic would claim to be in the Justice League when they weren’t.”

 Constantine didn’t react to that, he didn’t want to worry the kid about how many lunatics there actually were. The laugh he’d have over this kid looking like Wayne adoption bait would have to wait. 

“Besides, one wail will take out a good chunk of Gotham, so i’m sure you won’t do anything stupid.” Danny continued. 

“Noted…” Constantine said dryly. He was getting shitfaced tonight. 

~

 Danny rather liked Gotham. Sure he’d barely seen any of it but the ambient ectoplasm was more than enough to sustain him. There weren’t many people who could say that kind of thing energized them but Danny sure could. Jazz could to a lesser extent. It was almost like home, except hopefully less volatile. 

Constantine showed them to his car that smelled like alcohol, cigarettes and magic and took off with them. He didn’t even seem to mind Danny opening and eating his bag of chips. He knew Jazz wasn’t in a trusting mood. He wasn’t either but Clockwork had told him bits about his mother. Had told him to follow his core and he’d find his mother. So far… he was satisfied with the direction they were headed. 

He stifled a yawn but tired tears sprung to his eyes anyway. He had no idea what time it was anymore. Gotham was so dark but there were people out on the street. It could have been noon or midnight and he was too lazy to even pull out his phone and check. It didn’t matter when his master plan was to get himself and Jazz somewhere safe and then sleep for hours. 

When Constantine finally pulled his car to a stop and got out, it had started to drizzle just a little. It wasn’t enough rain to even really get them wet, it was just vaguely annoying. The streets were startlingly vacant compared to the ones they’ve driven passed before and this was obviously an older section of the city. 

Having just arrived, Danny and Jazz didn’t know all the districts in Gotham yet but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that this wasn’t main street. Constantine headed towards an old bridge, pieces of it having crumbled away from age but the architecture had obviously once been top tier. 

“Where are we?” Jazz asked, keeping close to Danny, her voice only just above a whisper but Constantine heard her. 

“The meeting point.” 

Danny frowned, but he held out an arm to keep his sister behind him. His core fluttered in his chest, and he recognized that something was coming. He tried to pinpoint exactly what it was but the feeling was something altogether new though it reminded him of Clockwork or Pandora. 

With a gentle wave of power, she appeared. A woman, cloaked with gargoyle like features. She could have been made of stone but she approached them cautiously. “Daneil.” She whispered, and he felt her voice wash over him with emotion. Pride. Pride. Pride. Regret. Pain. Joy. 

Confused. Relaxed. “Was that my name?” he asked. He’d been so terribly small when the Fenton’s had caught him but he could see how his name could have gotten twisted around at some point. “Are you…?” 

Welcome. Welcome. Welcome. 

“This is Lady Gotham.” Constantine said, probably for Jazz and Danny’s benefit. 

She moved, fazing in and out of existence and stopping just out of reach. “Son…” she whispered, the emotion nearly dropping him to his knees. All of her attention was on him. When was the last time he’d had that from a parental figure? 

Danny stared back at her, her green eyes so familiar. He reached up to touch his cheek under his own blue eyes. It was a wonder she could even recognize him. Sure he felt the same but he was half human. Half alive. That didn’t matter to her? 

Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter. 

Danny exhaled shakily, falling into his shift. The rings of light circled around his middle before spreading out and revealing his ghost half. White hair topped with a black crown and green eyes matching the spirits. 

Constantine cursed softly under his breath, taking several steps away. 

“Oh, don’t be a wuss.” Jazz chuckled. “He’s not after you.” 

“Not taking any chances with all that,” he said. 

Danny couldn’t help his faint smile at that. “Daneil.” Lady Gotham reached out slowly, cupping his face. She didn’t feel like stone for all she looked like it. She was cool to the touch and he wondered what her core was. She felt familiar. Like he’d met her before. That made sense if she were his mother but after all this time, there was this connection that clicked into place.

 I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Lost you. Lost you. 

Here now. Here now. “It’s okay.” Danny muttered, barely even registering that the bruises on his face were disappearing. “It’s not your fault.” He dared to move, stepping into her space to hug her. She trilled in affection, holding him tightly while Danny chirped his automatic response. When was the last time Maddie had hugged him? 

Jazz could make him purr or chirp in affection but had his parents ever? He’d known Lady Gotham for all of a handful of minutes and already he felt safe in her haunt. It was far safer than his in Amity. 

Welcome. Welcome. Missed you. Missed you. “Daneil.” She said his name like a prayer. Voice quiet but filled with affection. 

“Guess i’m staying here for a while.” He muttered, his core humming. He pulled away from the hug, silently wondering if he’d ever grow horns or something like Lady Gotham when he glanced back over at his sister. She was waiting patiently, still cradling her arm. He’d managed to pop it back into it’s socket but it was terribly tender. “What do you think?” 

“I’m staying if you’re staying.” Jazz said simply. 

“Good child.” Lady Gotham whispered. She vanished from in front of Danny and reappeared next to Jazz. Thank you, Thank you. Thank you. 

Jazz couldn’t always make out the words in emotions but she felt them all the same. Her smile was warm. “He’s my little brother. I love him. I had to come along.” 

She hadn’t. She could have lived a normal life. She could have left him behind. She didn’t have to act as his shield when their parents found out about him. She didn’t have to but she did. She’d never abandoned him. 

Welcome. 

“We’ll figure it out, Jazz. Promise.” 

Lady Gotham reached slowly, taking Jazz’s hands. Thank you. Her immense power shifted again and Jazz gasped in surprise. Danny raised a brow but grinned at the drop of Gotham’s power that flowed into his sister. It sped her healing up, taking away the ache in her arm. He guessed Jazz would become a stronger liminal than she already was. 

Constantine cursed again. “This just doesn’t happen…” he muttered. 

Danny could tell though, his mother was amused. 

“Jasna.” Lady Gotham spoke clearly, pleased with herself. 

“Wait… what?” Jazz looked confused, trying to read the emotions that were being sent to her. It was a mouthful, and amounted to… The sister of my son is also mine. 

“Renamed by an ancient…” Constantine was shaking his head, pulling out a flask from his jacket pocket. Names were powerful… you couldn’t just hand them out… But he was not about to argue with Lady Gotham. 

Danny snickered. “You can still keep your nickname, Jazz.” He felt… calm. He was happy to be here. He liked Gotham because it was safe and his mother was here and everything suddenly felt like it would be okay after all. He and Jazz could start over. 

“Jasna…” Jazz repeated, testing it out. “Thank you.” After everything that had happened.., she could use a mother figure.

Lady Gotham seemed so satisfied. She turned back to Danny, hugging him again, even the wings on her arms fluttered with delight to have her child back. 

My son. My son. 

Danny smiled, wondering if it was like this for all ghost children when their parents were near. He’d have to call Ellie and have her swing by to see if she felt the same way he did. “We’ll figure everything out…” He paused and looked back at Constantine. “You were taking us somewhere else too?” 

“Yeah.” He was flicking his lighter on and off, likely considering another smoke. “Lady Gotham is entrusting you to someone who will also have a hand in keeping you safe. She hand picked him and everything.” 

“We just need an apartment… and…” Jazz frowned a little. They’d talked about it a little and Danny had hated the idea of his sister giving up on school for even a week. 

“Not necessary.” Constantine said dryly. “You’ll be fine.” 

“Where…are we going exactly?” Danny asked, looking at his mother again. He was so strangely pleased that they had the same eyes. 

She laughed, actually laughed. He felt her excitement in her bones. She pointed up into the air and only a few beats later, the bat signal was spread across the sky, glowing against the smog and clouds. 

“That’s…” Jazz blinked, who could have planned for this? 

“No way.” Danny stared at the glowing signal. Everyone knew what that meant. He looked to Constantine again who only nodded his confirmation. His mother was still laughing, enjoying the moment. “We’re staying with Batman!?” ~~ ~~

I really didn’t intend to continue this, i’m not sure it’ll happen again. I have no confidence in writing for the Batfam. If anyone is interested, go for it. 

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[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] Tsuzuru Minagi | [R] Casually Showing Skin Mode | L3tt3r Fr0m A Gy4ru

Tsuzuru: (And I’m finally done with classes for the day. Okay, guess I’ll head home—.)

Tsuzuru: (Hm? That’s quite the crowd. Wonder what’s going on…)

Taichi: Ah, Tsuzuru-kuuun!

Juza: Good work.

Tsuzuru: Oh, so you guys are here too. Is there some kinda event going on or something?

Taichi: I dunno, we just got here. It sure is busy. Wonder what’s up.

Juza: Huh, there’s a whole lotta stuff here. They’ve got random things, books, ‘n even household appliances lined up.

Tsuzuru: Ahh, I get it… It’s probably a reuse market.

Taichi: Reuse market?

Tsuzuru: It’s a kinda on-campus event where students who are about to graduate give away things they don’t need anymore to younger students.

Juza: Now that ya mention it, you got a book of short stories at the last one, didn’t ya, Tsuzuru-san?

Tsuzuru: Yeah, I was curious about this one that one of the upperclassmen told me about, but it happened to be out of print.

Taichi: Damn, lucky! Where’s that book now?

Tsuzuru: After I finished reading it, I started passing it around the company to anyone who wanted to read it.

Tsuzuru: That reminds me, I wonder who’s got it now…

Taichi: Who are the ones who wanted to read it?

Tsuzuru: Umm, Miyoshi-san, and Takato-san have already read it… And I think Furuichi-san and Tsukioka-san said they were interested too.

Juza: I’m interested in readin’ it too.

Tsuzuru: Gotcha. I’ll bring it over to you whenever I get it back then, Juza.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Tsuzuru: I’m back.

Tsuzuru: (...Huh, did I leave a book out on my desk…?)

Tsuzuru: (Ah, that was the book we were just talking about. What perfect timing to get it back. I’ll go and bring it over to Juza right aw—.)

*Paper falls out of the book*

Tsuzuru: …Hm? Did something just fall out of it?

Tsuzuru: A note?

Thx 4 l3nding m3 thiz, Tzr-kun. I w4z rlly impr3zz3d w h0w clvr th3 f0r3shad0wing w4z. Th3 nam3z of th3 flwrz n th3 flwr l4ngu4g3 m3nti0n3d n th3 prlg s3nt such 4 shvr d0wn my spin3 tht I rlzd tht th3 clprt mightv3 4ctlly b33n TwT nstd 0f xD. If I w3r3 t0 pl4y tht r0l3, M sur3 thtz wht I wld d0…

Tsuzuru: The hell…? Is this a cipher or a prank or something?

Tsuzuru: —Ah.

Tsuzuru: Is this… that gyaru-speak thing?

· ❀ —– ٠ ❀ ٠ —– ❀ ·

Tsuzuru: Jeez, he better still be here…

Omi: Welcome back.

Izumi: Hey, Tsuzuru-kun, would you rather have curry udon or soy milk curry hotpot for dinner tonight?

Tsuzuru: Aren’t both of them still curry? Well, it was pretty cold today,  so hotpot would be…

Tsuzuru: Wait, that’s not what I’m here for! Is Miyoshi-san here?

Omi: Kazunari’s in the kitchen.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Kazunari: Lookin’ for me~?

Tsuzuru: The hell is this? I literally can’t read any of it…

Kazunari: Oh, gyaru-speak! What’s this about?

Tsuzuru: What do you mean ‘what’s this about’...? You didn’t write this?

Tsuzuru: It was stuck in the book I just got back, and you’re the only one who would write something like this, Miyoshi-san…

Kazunari: Ermm~, well, it wasn’t me.

Tsuzuru: What? But if it’s not you, then the people who I lent the book to after you were Takato-san, Furuichi-san, Tsukioka-san—.

Tsuzuru: No, it had to have been you, Miyoshi-san.

Izumi: Maybe if you read the note you’ll be able to figure out who wrote it?

Tsuzuru: Right. Umm—.

Tsuzuru: …

Tsuzuru: Yeah, not happening. I’ve got no clue what it says no matter how hard I try to read it…

Izumi: Let me see. …Umm, I can’t read it either.

Omi: Those don’t even look like sentences to me.

Tsuzuru: Damnit. What are we gonna do…?

Kazunari: I’ve gotcha, fam. I’ve got this gyaru-speak translator website.

Kazunari: Just gotta take a pic, scan the text, and… copy-paste and translate ♪

Tsuzuru: That’s incredible… So, what does it say?

Kazunari: “Thank you for lending me this, Tsuzuru-kun. I was really impressed with how clever the foreshadowing was. The names of the flowers and the flower language mentioned in the prologue—.”

Kazunari: “Sent such a shiver down my spine that I realized that the culprit might’ve actually been crying instead of laughing.”

Kazunari: “If I were to play that role, I’m sure that’s probably what I would do…”

Kazunari: Wait, could this be…

Tsumugi: I’m back~.

Tsuzuru: Perfect timing. Um, Tsukioka-san. About this note…

Tsumugi: Ah! Thank you for the book, it was really interesting.

Tsuzuru: No, not that…! Did you write this, Tsukioka-san?

Tsumugi: Yeah. Ah, did I forget to write my name on it?

Tsuzuru: Forget about that! Why is it in gyaru-speak!?

Tsumugi: Kazu-kun told me that gyaru stuff and gyaru-speak are really popular nowadays, so I tried using it.

Kazunari: Ohh~, yeah, so, I might’ve told TsumuTsumu about that translation website the other day…

Tsuzuru: So it WAS because of you!

Tsumugi: Ahaha, maybe I should’ve written it normally. Sorry, my bad.

Izumi: I never would’ve thought it was you, Tsumugi. That was quite a surprise.

Omi: Yeah. Good thing we figured it all out.

Kazunari: But like, wasn’t it kinda fun? It was like a little cipher game.

Tsumugi: Yeah, and it was really easy to do. Why don’t we recommend it to the others?

Kazunari: Banger idea, bestie! I bet RonRon and Taicchan would eat this up, don’tcha think?

Tsumugi: I bet Azuma-san and Homare-san would enjoy it too.

Tsuzuru: Wait! Quit trying to come up with weird trends!

[slashingdisneypasta]

I need more Norman Nordstrom. That man is fine asf. I’ll gladly give him a baby as long as he keeps breeding me🫢🫠

Anon you caught me at the exact right moment XD I'm cold and I required something to warm me up XD

I'm warm now.

~

Norman Nordstrom x AFAB!SelfProclaimedSlut!Reader || Drabble

Plot: A sneak peak into a confirmed sluts regular hook up with the lonely old man down the street.

Warnings: Unprotected Smut. Use of 'Mr Nordstrom' rather then Norman. Creampie. And breeding (Its Norman, what do you expect). Unedited.

You always love visiting Mr Nordstrom down the street. His place was private without the stresses of your family, or work. Whenever you were there it almost felt like you were in your own little world with the old man, and no one else could get into it. Mr Nordstrom himself, was... always quiet. But you knew he liked the company; he didn't say it but you could tell. The more you came to visit, the more demanding he became of your presence.

Its cold outside these days but in here, hidden away in Mr Nordstrom's warm house on his cosy old couch by the crackling wood fire, you feel comfortable and toasty. Even the tips of your toes. Even the tips of your ears.

You're so lovely and warm now, you don't mind him taking off your pants all the way and dropping them to the floor.

With a grunt, he sinks himself all the way into you and you feel all your problems really drift away.

Sighing, you sink back into the worn cushions and take the dirty fucking with lazy pleasure. The greedy plunging thrusts, the slightly-too-big cock filling you up and stretching you out, anticipating the real fill later on- he never wears a condom; Mr Nordstrom.

You always loved visiting Mr Nordstrom- especially since the first time you let the lonely, hot old man hit it. At first it was out of pity, you considered it a good deed (A sluts job is never done (; XD Some may call you immoral- but you do nothing but good deeds! Thats what you do.), but then he fucked you so good you couldn't stop thinking about it, even at work (His hard thrusts, his larger then average size, the surprising stamina for a man his age, and the way he played skillfully with your clit when he was good and ready to cum- taking you over the edge right with him right when he wanted to), and you had to come back. This time, you begged him.

Now Mr Nordstrom is a very regular hook up of yours. Coming here, having a glass of wine with the old timer and then touching him was one of your favourite things to do. Especially when he felt like touching you back.

Like tonight- he was all over you from the moment you got in. You barely made it of the snow and through the door before he had you pinned to the wall with his mouth attached to yours; sucking your tongue into his mouth and feeling up your sides with his large hands. Hands you knew had killed. He was real pent up... but you made him wait. I'm cold, you said with a teasing smirk he could hear in your voice. Lemme warm up first and then we can get started, okay?

He had grumbled, but lead you to the living room where he had a fire already built (explaining how he could be in just a pair of grey sweatpants.) and the touch of the heat immediately made you sigh as you settled on the couch and asked him how his day had gone.

Frustrating. He complained, sitting down in his arm chair, that throaty voice of his and the sight of his clear outline in those tin sweatpants lighting you up inside. There was also a wet patch, so you were able to figure just how frustrating it had been.

You were frustrated from work all day... he was clearly frustrated from trying to jerk off all day and coming up 0 for 0.

Now he proves how badly he needed your hot cunt today, holding himself above you and pounding his hips into yours over and over; driving your ass into the couch and slipping a big killing hand up your shirt and squeezing a tit hard. When you give in fully, wrapping your legs around his hips so he can drive in deeper, grind himself directly into your sloppy, slutty wet cunt, he gives a growl of approval. His mouth finds its way up from your collar bone, over the curve of your throat, and to your lips. Kissing you deeply again, like the dirty old soldier has never wanted anyone so badly.

The hand thats not under your shirt, eagerly taking turns rubbing and squeezing each of your pretty tits, trails down your leg to hook under your knee and unwraps it from his hip; guiding it upwards towards the ceiling. Now he he hammers your cunt, his cock absolutely covered in wetness and a squelching sound clear in the air coming from you every time he cracks his hips into you.

And you can just take it; lay there and accept the nasty dicking down you're getting for your Friday night. You love it.

When you can no longer kiss for needing to breath, you can hear Norman panting above you and you crack your eyes open to watch him. Smirk. Tell him you're *pant* *pant* cute.

Another growl comes straight out of his throat and he shakes his head, before the hand that was holding your leg up grazes back down your calf and your thighs straight for your pussy. And- god- as soon as he starts to fiddle with your clit; rolling his fingers around it slowly at first but picking up in speed, you cant help how your back arches into him.

Finally Mr Nordstrom buries himself into your used hole one final time and releases his seed as deep inside you as he can.

You always loved visiting Mr Nordstrom.

[fictitious-fluff]

I MADE IT IN TIME. (I think)

Merry Christmas @lopsicle! I was your secret santa :D

Gotta say, I'm actually quite happy how this fic turned out, and it's one of my first times writing for the owl house XD (also I was looking through ur blog and love ur writing) With that, I hope that you enjoy the little fic!

Tysm to @cantsaythetword for hosting this year's @squealing-santa! I rly enjoyed it ^^

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You're never alone

Fandom: The Owl House

Pairings: Huntlow

Summary: Willow offers to provide a little assistance so Hunter can sleep. It reminds him of his old companion Flapjack.

Word count: 1.1k

Masterpost

"The titan has big plans for you..."

"NO!" Hunter jolted upright, drenched in cold sweat. The memories of his past coming to haunt him in his slumber. His eyes darted around the room, taking everything in. It was 2am in the morning, his shark plushie was sitting on his left, the bed was soft and comfortable. Slowly, he began to relax and ground himself.

He was safe. At home. With Willow.

"Hunter?" Naturally, Willow had been startled awake. Propping herself up, she stared sympathetically, knowingly. "...another nightmare?"

He slumped down. Curling on himself. He turned his head right to face Willow. "Yeah. It was...pretty bad today"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really."

Silence hung around the room. The whirling of the fan more notable now. The subtle shifting of the blankets. Their own breathing. It stayed that way for a couple of minutes before Willow finally spoke up.

"Would you be able to sleep?"

Hunter shrugged.

Willow's gaze lingered, unsure of what to do. After another moment of silence, a memory started to surface.

"Quihit ihittt. You're gohonna wake up Guhuhus!"

Willow had been woken up by the clicking sounds of the basement door, and what seemed to be the lights of the nearby bathroom. Unluckily, or in this case luckily, she had slept with her room door open. Willow preferred to have natural ventilation instead of aircon. And if not for that, she wouldn't have seen this adorable sight. Admittedly, she probably shouldn't have lingered at the door. Or open it in the first place. However, she just couldn't stop looking once she had overheard some noise and peaked into the basement.

A quiet little chirp could be heard. And Hunter immedietly shushed them, semi-whispering to his fellow companion.

"Shh shhhhhh. What do you mean it's my fault if he wakes up? You're the one- don't you dare start that agai- no. You're the one tIHICkling mehee. Stahaahap nooohoo!"

There was Flapjack, flapping his small red wings next to Hunter's ears and neck. While Hunter trying, and failing, to catch them. When Gus started tossing a bit in his sleep, Hunter slapped his hands across his mouth instead. Thankfully, Flapjack soon let up.

"Ihi swehear... Nehever do this again while my friends are asleep."

A chirp.

"Well-! Yeah I know I said it helped when you did it last time I couldn't sleep, but I'm literally sharing a room with someone else!"

Another chirp.

"What do you mean you don't see a problem???"

"Uh... Willow? You alright there?" Hunter waved his hands in front of Willow.

"Oh! Sorry. I was just...deep in thought." Willow replied. "If you still can't sleep, I think I could help you. Only if you're alright with it."

Tilting his head slightly, he questioned, "Okay... What do you mean?"

"Would it help if I tickled you? Gently, of course."

Hunter spluttered, eyes widened. A faint blush sprouting near his cheeks. "That's a bit out of nowhere isn't it?" He laughed awkwardly, voice cracking. Starting to fidget with his fingers.

Willow hastily clarified, "If you'd rather not we can just-"

"No! No it- it's alright. I...didn't say no... I mean, I did just say no, but- I was referring to... What I meant to say is that I didn't mean to imply a no to... what you asked." He paused. The very prominent heat in his cheeks were making themselves at home by this point. Breathe in, breathe out. Calm down. "I've just never really had anyone, um, do it to me before. And my own laugh is, weird. But... Flapjack used to do it when I couldn't sleep too. In the past."

"I know. That's why I offered." Willow responded instinctively, smiling softly. "And you're laugh is not 'weird'."

"Yes it- Wait. You kne-? What- How?"

That's when she realised she probably shouldn't have mentioned that first part. "Uh- I may have accidentally stumbled across it before." Now it was her turn to laugh awkwardly.

Before Hunter could question further, Willow continued. "Well it's getting late and we should get back to sleeping soon so... My offer still stands."

The third moment of silence for the night filled the room. Hunter shifted for a bit. His eyes flickered to Willow, her hand and the floor. The still atmosphere was eventually broken when Hunter wordlessly leaned against Willow. Crossing his arms and averting his gaze to the side.

She looked down at him in adoration before beginning. Her hand fluttered next to his left ear, earning a small gasp and a stifled laugh. She continued by tracing around the rims and the back of his ear. He leaned further onto Willow as the gentle sensations continued.

"Did I ever mention how cute you are?"

"Oho tihitahn." Hunter's blush deepened. He was now perpetually grinning. And, it didn't seem all that forced.

Willow continued. Her hands wandering down to his neck. Brushing teasing strokes at the back and occasionally using her nails. Not letting Hunter's body get used to the same sensation for too long.

Hunter scrunched his shoulders involuntarily. His body contradicting his heart. Remaining still proved to be impossible for him. As laughter threatened to spill out of his mouth, he tried biting down on his lips. Using his hands to cover his face too. Though this was shown to be difficult when Willow suddenly switched to his sides. Spidering up and down, as well as tracing small shapes.

Willow would have commented more on his adorable behaviours, but decided to stay content in the silence. Bathing in the little slips of laughter from Hunter instead.

In the end, he resorted to burying his head into Willow's shoulders. Muffled giggles could be heard. Everytime he tried to squirm away, he was just met with Willow's body blocking him from moving further. When he started sliding down, Willow would just hoist him back up into her arms. Her fingers continuing to skitter around his sides.

As she went back to a spot behind his ears, Hunter slowly melted into a puddle. Eyes heavy. Heart happy. While easing up, Willow lifted up her free hand and began to run it through his soft hair. Just a heartwarming sight.

It had been a while since he felt this at peace. It always helped not being able to process anything else, other than how much it tickled. Now with the added factor that he felt loved by someone else. It was funny how before all of this his mind was clouded and full of anxiety.

But at least he didn't have to deal with it alone.

[senseiwu]

sparkshipping headcanons?

Yesssss i will take any excuse to talk about them

Ray's love language is physical touch. This is great for Wu, who never realised how touch-starved he was til now. Lots of hugs, shoulder touches just because... Ray just likes to Hold people (just look at him with Maya in the show 🥺), which suits Wu perfectly when he comes to realise he likes being held

Another reason he likes being held by Ray? Well, as the Master of Fire, Ray has a higher than average body temperature. He's pretty much always warm, like a human heater. Being part dragon (yknow. Reptiles.), Wu is pretty sensitive to the cold. And he LOVES heat. Hugging or being hugged by Ray at night, feeling that warmth, probably also helps him sleep. (Wu is a bit of an insomniac and also wakes easily)

This is probably how Ray fount out... Wu purrs. Wu is embarrassed as hell by it, but Ray adores it. He thinks its wonderful.

He thinks lots of things about Wu are wonderful, and has made it his mission to try and get Wu to see how wonderful he is; to raise his self esteem; to help him feel good about himself. He'll try and cheer him up when he's down (that's my theory behind this picture XD)

On the flipside, Ray has always had a bit of anxiety (idk man something about him just gives me anxiety vibes. ...also adhd for reasons I can't quite explain.) Wu's been there, and is great at grounding him, calming him down or keeping him calm. This was especially helpful during the war, which was the biggest thing Ray had ever dealt with. And when they found out Ignacia had been attacked by a rogue group of Anacondrai; he feared the worst for his mother.

Theyre just. Both always supporting and uplifting each other

Wu is ace (you can't prove me wrong. That is the asexualest man to ever exist. He just gives me ace vibes.). He's also a bit iffy on kisses, especially the more. intense. ones. Ray doesn't have a problem with it at all, he's more than happy to just hug Wu. He's learnt he likes small kisses/pecks though, so Ray will often give him those. Ray appreciates it very much if Wu gives him a kiss. Probably has a big goofy grin, which Wu loves.

Wu is easily flustered/blushes heavily. Ray thinks its cute.

Ray likes to be the little spoon. As much as he likes to hold, he also likes to be held.

This probably looks a little silly, as he is very tall and Wu is very short. (Goldsmith height chart for vague reference)

Due to being part Oni, Wu's hair (and by extension, Lloyd's and Garmadon's) is quite floofy and soft. Ray loves playing with it.

This one's a bit silly but. It never really dawned on Ray that, being a lifelong martial artist, Wu is quite fit, and a bit muscular. First time Ray ever saw, he was just 😳 dgkdgisgj

Ray is someone Wu feels 100% comfortable showing his goofy side. Ray probably encourages it and matches it. Ray and Wu are both relatively smart men. However. Sometimes... it seems all their braincells disappear. Around anyone else, Wu would feel rather embarrassed.

Okay that's gonna have to be it for now cause I've gotta get ready for work zguskgdguai thank you for asking. I love spark :) very soft.

[sevi007]

Tales of the Abyss playthrough, the partest of the 26th or something

Look I gotta make this a little engaging somehow when I push everything under the cut

What a way to wake up! Well I guess Luke was not really asleep per se, he was piggy-backing in Asch's body, so like. He is still right there in the adrenaline-rush

*whisper* Omg give me a HD anime version of this to put as a wallpaper this is pretty

Argh. I know Luke is as pushy as always, but she got a point, I was in there right along with him about to go "hurry hurry!" - but I guess we need a plan first XD

Where's the next elevator to the Outer Lands for example?

Mep. Let me hug the boy please. Guy is coming for you Luke! And - now that I think about it, Tear stayed here!

(She still got a point, sadly. He does not really think on his own. Can't blame him, but it's true.)

Oh wait luke is having an epiphany I will shut up

THE WAY I GASPED - okay deep breath, deep breath. Did you know, I didn't have any idea why there were pictures of long-haired AND short-haired Luke on the internet? Even in the opening? I assumed he would get a makeover, maybe to separate himself from Asch yea, but didn't know when or why.

This is SUCH a great reason!

Wait let me - I'm gonna nerd out here for a bit, and I don't know how right I am with this, but I think in more modern Japanese culture, hair cutting is a symbol of turning over a new leaf, leaving the past being or something like that. And even if I remember that wrong, it still shows that Luke wants to step out of the shadow of what he was meant to be a - a mere replica of Luke / Asch fon fabre - and his own person. Such a great way to show that!

As for the conversation. It might seem like Tear is being harsh here, and I did say "OUCH" a few times over the dialogue because it just - is a big ouchy - but she is doing the right thing here. She is facing Luke in a way he has to get used to a bit, because people won't instantly trust him anymore, they will question him, he has to stand firm and resolute and use his head from now on! She is pointing out very important things he sooner or later will have to work through and work with, and it is a good thing she is there to teach him this. Also, she does recognize that he is trying and taking important steps - look at the face she makes after the haircut - and she does not want him to suffer, that's why she is rather cold when she points out that he talks about dying too easily, because she does not want him to!

HAH my boy is growing so quickly now. I'm a proud mom now.

Also we really need to clean that hair length up, it looks a bit silly right now XD

Gonna cut this short before tumblr can go harping on me about the maximal number of pictures per post -

@magicmetslogic

@ahsokaisawesome

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hello :) I hope you’re having a fantastic day, please could I request a romantic matchup for Gotham, The Witcher and X-Men :)

Age:25

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance: I am 5’3, have long black hair and green-hazel eyes and I’m very pale. In terms of fashion I normally dress in black and other dark colours as black and purple are my favourite colours, I normally wear goth style clothing, jewellery and makeup (simple and not over the top), and on special occasions I dress more elegantly.

Personality: I am a Capricorn and personality type INFJ. I’m normally shy when talking to people for the first time and scared to approach people. When I get to know people, I am more open and hyper around them. I really enjoy testing myself and improving myself as a whole (I have low self esteem), I also like to take care of other people and make sure they’re doing okay and I really have a soft spot for animals.

Likes (at least three things): I normally spend my time watching horror movies, playing video games, reading, listening to music and I love watching anime. My favourite music genres are rock, metal, goth and classical. I’m absolutely fascinated with Greek mythology and many countries History.

Dislikes (at least three things): I absolutely can’t stand when it’s too hot or sunny outside as I much prefer the cold. I hate being forced into social situations and when people are extremely judgmental.

Extra fun fact: My ideal dates are normally visiting museums, anything historical, nature walks and visiting spooky locations.

Hi, I am sorry for the long wait. I am trying to get all of my overdue matchups out as quick as I can! <3333

I hope you like your matchups!

(I was not even expecting for all of your matchups to have J names! XD)

Romantic Matchups; Gotham, The Witcher, and X-Men

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Romantic;

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Gotham;

Jervis Tetch -

When you were feeling up for it, you decided to go to a magic show, just because.

You met Jervis when he was performing his hypnotic tricks at a small, mysterious venue that immediately intrigued you due to its eerie, Alice in Wonderland theme.

You liked spooky things, and his Alice In Wonderland theme was pretty spooky, as said.

You were rather impressed by his magic tricks, mentally trying to figure them out.

What you didn't know was that Jervis had spotted you from the small crowd of people in their seats.

He was intrigued. And absolutely loved your style.

After the show, he couldn't resist approaching you to introduce himself.

Jervis was fascinated by your reserved nature and the depth of your thoughts. He found you a safe presence in his otherwise chaotic life.

Of, you know, his secret crime life.

At some point, you became friends...

Long conversations about literature, mythology, and your mutual love for the eerie would take place in dimly lit cafes or over late-night tea sessions.

He gifted you vintage copies of Alice in Wonderland and Greek mythology books, inscribed with little rhymes or riddles that made you smile.

You soothed his turbulent mind with your calm and caring demeanor, offering him a kind of peace he rarely found.

Jervis fell for you slowly, charmed by your passion for history and how you care for him.

You found his eccentricity endearing and felt a connection with his longing for a better world, even if his methods were misguided.

His confession sends your heart ablaze...

It happens one evening during a quiet moment in the secret Wonderland room he created for you. The two of you are seated by the warm glow of a vintage lamp, books scattered around, and a teapot steaming softly on the table.

There's even a brand new video game set up in there too for you.

He’s unusually quiet, his fingers tracing the edge of a teacup as he struggles to find the courage to speak.

Then, finally, he looks at you with those intense, dreamy eyes and begins his confession in a poetic cadence:

"Through riddles and rhymes, my heart has flown, With you, dear one, I've found my home."

His voice shakes slightly at the end, his vulnerability laid bare

He reaches out a gloved hand to you, his gaze searching yours with hope and nervous anticipation.

You give him your heart to hold.

Jervis adored planning dates that fit your interests. From midnight strolls through foggy parks to private tours of historical museums, he made each outing whimsical.

When you felt down, he’d recite poetry or sing old tunes in his peculiar yet soothing voice, pulling you into a dance to make you smile.

Reading late into the night with a pot of tea, you lying on his lap as he strokes your hair.

Watching horror films together - Jervis found your love of them curious but delightful, often commenting on the psychology of the villains.

Exploring old libraries or spooky locations, where Jervis loved to spin tales about their histories.

Two words; exploring cemeteries.

Playing word games and riddles, which became a playful competition between the two of you.

Surprises you with thoughtful gifts, like a vintage artifact tied to Greek mythology.

Defends you fiercely if anyone judges or mistreats you, his protective nature flaring up when needed.

Bring him back to reality when his darker impulses take over, helping him see the beauty in simple, harmless joys.

Listening to your favorite music together.

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The Witcher;

Jaskier -

You first met Jaskier when he was performing at a bustling tavern you’d wandered into after a long day exploring a nearby historical site.

You just wanted to get a quick bite to eat to go and leave.

Your somewhat shy demeanor caught Jaskier's eyes, and after his performance, he boldly approached you with a charming grin, declaring, "I noticed you when I was performing, and I must inquire; are you a Goddess?"

Despite your initial nervousness, his wit and warmth quickly drew you into a lively conversation.

Jaskier loves it when you slip out of your shell.

Somehow, you convinced Geralt - with the help of Jaskier - to let you join them on their journey.

You bonded over your shared love for storytelling - he’d sing, and you’d recount myths and history, blending your passions.

You taught him bits of Greek mythology, which he incorporated into his lyrics to impress you.

Jaskier fell for you when he watched as you healed a baby rabbit in the woods.

He started writing songs specifically for you, though he’d deny it if you asked - his flushed face giving him away.

Your quiet strength inspired him, and he found himself wanting to protect and uplift you in every way he could.

When you were sad, he’d pull you into his arms and hum softly, his voice calming your racing thoughts.

You were his rock, his anchor, his treasure.

Jaskier loves to bring you small gifts - flowers, trinkets, or even a sweet treat - just because he thought of you.

Shields you from harsh sunlight with his cloak when you’re out exploring, grinning as he calls himself your “knight in shining armor.”

Will buy you dark clothing that you might like at the market to surprise you with.

He would totally be the inventor and creator of sunglasses for you.

Always ensures you feel loved and appreciated, showering you with compliments and affection.

You help him when his own insecurities creep in, reminding him of his worth with your unwavering support.

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X-Men;

James (Logan) Howlett -

You had been a professor at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters for a few years, specializing in history and mythology.

Logan’s arrival was sudden, and while the students whispered excitedly about the "gruff guy," you first met him during one of Charles’ impromptu gatherings in the study.

Turns out Logan liked to visit every once in a while.

A wanderer, a loner.

He didn’t say much at first, simply leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, observing everyone with a guarded expression. You noticed the tension in his posture but decided not to push - figuring he'd open up in his own time.

When you introduced yourself, he gave a curt nod but said nothing.

Still, there was a flicker of intrigue in his eyes when you casually mentioned your love for history.

The first real conversation happened during a quiet evening. You were organizing some materials in the library when Logan wandered in, likely seeking a moment of peace.

He noticed the titles on your desk - books on wars, ancient strategies, and mythology - and made a dry comment, “Not a light reader, huh?”

Logan respected your independence and found your passion for history and mythology fascinating.

He’d silently accompany you on your nature walks.

Logan admired your determination to improve yourself, subtly encouraging you while never pushing you too hard.

Logan fell for you when he saw your kindness - your gentle care for others melting the walls he’d built around his heart.

He found himself wanting to protect you.

Logan showed his affection through acts of service, like cooking for you or fixing things around your home.

When you were upset, he’d offer a gruff but heartfelt, “I’m here,” pulling you into a comforting hug.

You'd watch horror movies together, with Logan sitting close beside you, not really understanding the point of most movies; sometimes even letting you know how he'd escape Michael Myers; also just believing that he could defeat all of them.

Logan teaches you survival skills.

Think about that hair of his for a moment...

Okay, times up.

You will definitely help Logan with finding out about his past and everything.

You'd do anything for him.

<3

He'd do anything for you, just probably won't admit it.

Randomly, Logan will gift you a rare book or something similar.

You remind him he'd deserving of love and happiness, even when he doubts it.

And not to worry, even though most - if not all - of Logan's partners either get hurt or die when they are dating him, you don't!

[youaremycosmo]

《my cutest psychopath》 taemin x reader scenario

Em, first thing - i don't know what i just wrote. It's definitely sth different ^^ Second thing - all inspired just from this photo, actually fiancé Taemin is supposed (you can imagine him as you want ofc) to look like in 2017-2018, but gosh this gaze?? Third thing - if some of you are waiting for smut from me, not worthy at all XD Word count// 974 words (such a shortie)

Pairing// Taemin x you

Summary// Taemin just after your wedding turns out to be a well-hidden psychopath who wants to have you all for himself. But not in real life.

Genre// fluff (?)

Warnings// um, handcuffing, dominance MASTERLIST

It was supposed to be the most pleasant morning in your life. 

The first morning no longer as a fiancée, but as a wife.

Lee Taemin's wife.

It sounded so... unreal. After all those long years, so satisfying and exciting.

You slowly opened your eyes, expecting either a kiss on your forehead and him asking with a hoarse voice if his love was up already, or his handsome face, still deep in sleep.

But you definitely didn't expect this.

- Eh? - you glanced at your hands, placed unnaturally upwards. Were those... handcuffs? Strapped to the bed...? What...?

With an uncomprehending look, you tried to move your legs, but they turned out to be tied too, preventing you from moving.

What the actual hell...?

Your breath suddenly deepened, trying to remember last evening while staring at the bed in nerves. Did somebody kidnap you? Or dropped something in your drink?

Finally, your attention turned to the man who was sitting across from you. 

Taemin, your husband, just sat in a huge armchair, his hands behind his neck, with a face deep in thought.

His eyes, now sharp and piercing, were so different from the warm and loving ones you saw every day.

He didn't speak. Not a word. He just stared. Like a complete stranger. 

- Taemin, what is this? - you said with slight panic, tugging on the cold metal once more. - Why are you sitting there? Free me... Is this some kind of joke? Very funny - you rolled your eyes, as usual, unable to understand his rather specific humor.

But he didn't smile. His face didn't move even an inch.

- Taemin-ah - you raised your voice, trying to correct your position a little. Unfortunately, those handcuffs didn't give you a chance to do that, moreover you could feel how they encroached your wrists causing slight pain.

- I wonder what to do with you, wifey - his deep voice finally cut the air, while his dark eyes moved over your body. This lack of any emotion slowly felt terrifying.

- What a stupid question, take it off from me - you said impatiently, struggling even more. - Okay, we had a laugh, but I feel like peeing... - you groaned, hoping that this would end this stupid joke. Taem never was the best when it came to spice things up, but that wasn’t even entertaining. 

- You're my wife now, so… - he finally changed position, resting his elbows on his tights. You search for any signs of amusement in this gaze, but without any success. - I think it's impossible, when you’re talking to me like that. 

- What is impossible? - you furrowed your eyebrows, disbelieving what you saw and heard. Cold shiver just came along your spine. - Taemin, I need to use the bathroom - you empathized, wanting this strange roleplaying to end.

- I'll consider it if you ask nicely - he replied, showing his extraordinary satisfaction with what he said.

Finally he smiled, but it wasn’t so bright anymore. He clearly derived pleasure putting you in this state, all vulnerable and not able to do anything without his help.

- My wife will ask me for everything now. And if you disobey... you'll spend a lot of time in this position - he shrugged as if it was completely normal. 

Silence. 

There was a long silence in which you wondered if he couldn’t notice you didn’t enjoy it or it was all… serious. You slowly raised your eyes to him again. The air in the room was suddenly suffocating.

Did you... just marry a psychopath? But... Taemin was never like this. He was always... okay, he was always jealous. Maybe a little restrictive. Could he hide for half of his life just to…

- You're mine. Completely mine. Isn't it wonderful? No way out here... - his happy voice melted somewhere in your head, while he stood up, coming to you. 

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- Wake up, sleeping princess - you heard his lovely voice, while he kissed your cheek like every morning. You groaned loudly in your pillow, wanting to prolong this sleepy state, especially when it was your free day. 

But then you opened your eyes widely and suddenly raised to a sitting position, causing Taem to almost fell off from the bed. You carefully stared at everything near you, searching for things you saw in your dream.

- I know you don’t like waking up, but this was… extraordinary - Tae laughed, sitting again on the bed in a safe place. - You could just say you want 5 minutes more - he pouted a little, reaching to the bedside table for a large mug, probably with coffee.

But you stared at Tae with a lot of caution, even as he tried to hand it to you.

- Something's wrong? - he tilted his head, frowning.

- I... I had a strange dream, you know? - you ruffled your messy hair even more. - I kind of… woke up and… - you bit your lip before saying it out loud. - You were a… psychopath… I… guess…

- Me? Psychopath? - Taemin giggled, leaning on his hand. His eyes were so attentive, like you just said the funniest joke in your life. - What, have I tried to eat you?

- Eat me? - now you tilted your head, not understanding anything.

- Well, if I had to do something to you, I'd probably eat you. You're so adorable sometimes - he laughed even harder, leaning to you and biting the tip of your nose delicately. - But... I would be sad then, who would kiss me? - he asked more to himself, puffing his cheeks.

You chuckled to yourself, staring at him. Taemin definitely couldn't be a psychopath, he was too cuddly for that.

[edennill-archived]

Stupidly long Númenor Playlist:

plenty by aeseaes

in the land of plenty, we don't know what the word no means

a coronation, a beheading from the funeral to the wedding do you think they care where the crown goes?

we want violence, we want blood we want superhero love, we want all the answers you promised us we want laughter, we want pain, and everyone will know our name

did you know that no two missteps are the same?

the flood by aeseaes

and we'll live freely without ever getting old

beasts of the wild, eyes of a child this world is all that you know

much madness by aeseaes

we'll drag you out into the light, quiet like the vines what are you afraid of, if you really have nothing to hide?

Vague warning for creepy imagery, maybe especially when interpreting it in this context.

Rilke Song by aeseaes

How did we get here and what does it mean Who said it must be and when can we dream The world outside is cold and bright but when you take a breath You'll inhale the sunlight and exhale the rest

We're older than we used to be And closer to the ground beneath Maybe we've got all the time to grow Maybe we've got all the time and maybe we just don't know

In spite of our failures the lines twist and curve To regrow the branches the night has disturbed And when we wake we'll take the shape of something free and bold And rest in the shade where the new greets the old

I am cheating somewhat here because it is more strictly a "my Númenórean OCs" song lol. I am actually being very disciplined in not listing all of them here, especially as the link tends to be a vibe that I adore ("it is bad, but everything will be all right in the end") that's not even particularly present in Akallabeth xd.

Carl by aeseaes

this lonely light looms; in the cosmic night we fell in love and spilled our blood on the pale blue dot

kids and killers shed their bones on this, the only home we've known

Okay, it was one more.

Ready Aim Fire by Imagine Dragons (though honestly, I'm still looking for a good cover)

Off in the distance There is resistance Bubbling up and festering We don't have the choice to stay We'd rather die than Do it your way

With our backs to the wall The darkness will fall We never quite thought We could lose it all

Ready aim fire Ready aim fire An empire is falling In just one day You close your eyes And the glory fades Ready aim fire Ready aim fire away

The Tower by Flannel Graph

Got a neck so strong for the crown upon your head Don't think anyone will leave it when you're dead There's a throng of men mightier than you And they're waiting and they're watching till they fill your shoes

Speed the Collapse by Metric

And then the storm was overhead All the oceans boiled and rivers bled We auctioned off our memories In the absence of a breeze Scatter what remains Scatter what remains

Pushed away, I'm pulled toward A comedown of revolving doors Every warning we ignored Drifting in from distant shores

Eastward of Eden by Amelia Day (I listen to the acoustic version)

Eastward of Eden, where the clouds meet the dirt We left our poor mother and seeded the earth The gates, they were shuttered, the latches were locked Oh, Eastward of Eden, where men become Gods

Few though our people, we toiled as one The fruits of our labors thrived under the sun Our children, they spread to outnumber the stars Oh, Eastward of Eden, where day turns to dark

Leave it all, leave it all, leave it all behind

Our towers, they rose up and set with the sun Our sermons, they burnt us with fiery tongue We wrought our wings of metal, surprised when we fell Oh, Eastward of Eden, where Heaven's a Hell

Daniel in the Den by Bastille

And for every king that died Oh they would crown another

Providence by Poor Man's Poison

Count the lights on empty souls Quietly behind the doors Oh, bleeding us just for fun Men of power telling lies Shifty hands and thirsty eyes And they can smell your fear like blood

Oh, my weary soul We've met your kind before Set fire to us all And oh sweet providence Come save us from ourselves From Hell and consequence

Hero by Heather Dale

You think that if you set the price, they'll turn me in You think that when I'm up upon the pike, you'll win They'll say that I was fighting for the spirit of the law What will they say about you when I'm gone?

You murdered and you stole, you mocked the hope I gave Though I'd prefer a happy end, no man can cheat the grave I know what they'll remember in the words of every song What will they say about you when I'm gone?

They'll say: "We stared into the wind that tore away our breath We left behind a message that cannot be claimed by death"

No More Fear by LEAH

A storm is rolling in A chill is in the wind A silence hunches over The wake of our heroes

Nothing left undefeated No one to take away our peace We stood, we claimed our freedom We held on to our souls

Victory by LEAH

Waves rise up Dark crimson sky Sails in the distance Sounds of war Hunting you down For this resistance

Look to your fathers from days of old You feel their heart; you face the day Now summon your courage, worth more than gold You hear their song; you see the way

Święty Graal by Sanah

Był sobie król Od pokoju Wolał iść w bój Słychać łkanie zza siedmiu gór Oj kochał szmal Patrzeć na łzy królowej chciał Dwie korony chętnie by miał

Lol, those lyrics sound stupid on their own. But it's a good song a little in the style of an old-fashioned ballad, imo.

Madame Guillotine from The Scarlet Pimpernel

No, I have no excuse and it doesn't even connect. But — the Terror, you get it—

Warning for uh, definitely sexual and maybe at times noncon-related metaphorical imagery.

The Island by Skipinnish

Summer time, long years ago I always will remember Just a boy who didn't know That those days would never die

Oh, I recall the island girl Her heart was still unbroken And still I hear the pipers scream In the summer island sky

[rachi-roo]

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Buddies Daddies: Play your cards right

Hi ho, peepo! This is the first tiggle fic I've written in quite some time, forgive me if I'm a little rusty dusty with my wording or if it's too long XD

Tw: Tiggles

Summary: TK fic. Switch roles.

Miri and her two fathers are trying to enjoy a game on a rainy day but Rei's lack of smiling needs to be fixed!

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Saturday came once again for the oddly bound family of three. Two hit-men and their adopted daughter.

Today was special, special because there was nothing special. Kazuki and Rei had no jobs scheduled and of course, Miri didn't have any preschool to attend. Unfortunately, on this day they all had spare, it was pouring rain outside, so that ruled out any chances of visiting the park or even going for a walk. Stuck inside together, all day.

But that was okay! There were plenty of activities to keep all three occupied.

"Papa! Papaaa!" Rather, whatever interesting-looking item little Miri found that might get them to play with her.

"Papaaaaa!" The excited young girl rushed to find her fathers, clutching a small box to her chest. The two men sat in the lounge, the blonde sat at the dining table, using his free time to check up on various parenting techniques online while the other sat staring vacantly at his video game on the couch.

"Look! Look!" The girl batted at Kazukis leg with the box she had found, wanting him to take it.

"Hey, what you got there? Huh. Uno? I haven't seen this in a long time." He chuckled, turning the box over, and reading its contents with a smile. "It's a game? Right?" Miri queried, pulling herself up onto Kazukis lap.

He petted her hair, opened the box, and showed her some of the colorful cards. "Yep. It might be a bit complicated for someone your age-"

"I wanna play! I'm big! I can play it!" The child puffed her cheeks in protest, looks like they didn't have a choice. The blonde sighed with a chuckle, closing his laptop.

"Okaaay, maybe papa Rei wants to play too." He chuckled, smirking at his roommate, who returned an un-amused glare before shaking his head in protest.

<Ten minutes later>

"BINGO!" Miri cheered, slapping down a blue seven on top of a green two. Rei gave an exasperated sigh, this kid was un-teachable.

The blonde chuckled, sitting beside the hopeless child on the floor whilst Rei refused to give up his spot on the couch. Despite the fun game the three were playing together, he was still wearing his signature 'resting bitch face'. Miri wasn't having it today.

She held up a skip-go card in her tiny hand, waving it at Rei angrily. "No more grumpy! You're banned from grumpy!"

"That's not how that works." He deadpanned, looking at Kazuki as he laughed. "Sure it is! C'mon, just give us a cheeky grin, papa Rei~" The teasing wasn't going to work, Rei just glared harder, he always hated when they made fun of his lack of smiling, it ruined his cool bad-ass aesthetic.

Miri grew more irritated, thumping her hands on the table, and scattering the cards slightly. "I want papa Rei to smile! Papa Kazukiiiii!" Kazuki looked between the two before smirking at Rei. "I think I know what to do."

Rei instantly knew what Kazuki was thinking, this was a technique that had been used on him only a few times before. An evil torture method. Quickly shifting his weight as Kazuki pounced upon him, Rei managed to pin the blonde on his back with ease. His arms were trapped by his sides as the cool-tempered assassin straddled his waist, trapping him on the couch cushions.

He struggled underneath his partner, huffing as he realised he was stuck good. "Damn it! I thought cold-blooded guys had slower reflexes."

"Very funny." A set of nimble fingers appeared from nowhere, wriggling into the stuck man's ribs through his thin shirt. The feeling made Kazuki gasp and buck his hips suddenly, letting out a strained squeak.

"Wahait! Wait wait wait! Rehehei!" His begging fell upon deaf ears as his attacker casually poked and squeezed up and down each rib.

"Stahap! Rei! Rh- C'mon!" Kazuki tugged and twisted his arms, finally managing to pull one free, an uno reverse card gripped between his thumb and finger. "Ha! Reverse card bozo!" He grinned, grabbing Rei's hoodie collar and throwing him onto the floor with a thud.

"Oh no you don't!" Rei tussled with Kazuki, grabbing his wrists, and wrestling for dominance against the oncoming tickle attack. Miri cheered Kazuki on, clapping excitedly as she jumped on the spot.

"Get him papa! Make papa Rei smile!"

"I'm trying! He's too squirmy! Move ya arms darn it!" For a split second, Rei's arms out of the way, that second was all Kazuki needed. He stuck his hands up under his victim's arms, instantly getting locked in as Rei clamped down, his cheeks puffed up as he held onto his breath. Tensing up as he tried to activate the 'I'm not ticklish' thing before it was too late.

Kazuki grinned, he had the guy right where he wanted him. "Awww, giving me the silent treatment now? Can't hold your breath forever buddy boy~" Kazuki chuckled, trying to wriggle his fingers in their snare.

Rei shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, his cheeks turning a rosey pink as the tantalising teasing got to him. He wasn't going to break. Not now. Not ever-!

"Aaaalrighty then, you've given me no choice!" Kazuki exclaimed, sucking as much air into his lungs as possible before burying his face into the crook of the dark-haired man's neck, unleashing an earth-shaking raspberry onto his vulnerable skin.

Rei's eyes shot open in shock. The gates were open and there was no going back. His head flung back, mouth agape as loud boyish laughter filled the atmosphere. Along with it came a smile. Bright and precious.

"Stahahap! Kaz! Kahahaz! G-Get the f-"

"Ah ta ta ta! No swearing in front of little Miri." Kazuki scolded, finally able to free his hands and attack Rei's unsuspecting tummy, shaking his digits into the toned abs.

"This isn't f-AHAHAIR!" His legs flailed behind Kazuki, pushing and dragging along the floor in desperate attempts to buck the blonde off. It was no use. Once the laughter started, all his strength seemed to be sapped away with each breath. No matter how much of a grip he had on Kazukis wrists, he couldn't budge them. The fuzzy sensation in his belly was his krypnonite.

"Yaaaay! Papa Rei's smile is so big!" Miri giggled as she perched on the tabletop, looking down at her flustered father's fight for freedom.

"Isn't it? He's a little sweetheart really. And now you know how to make papa Rei smile whenever you want!" Kazuki chuckled, blowing another raspberry on the poor man's neck as he desperately pushed on Kazukis shoulders.

"Stahap! Gehet offa' me! Ahaha!" This evil torture continued for only a couple minutes, which seemed like ours for Rei, when Kazuki finally let up. Looking down at his flustered, tired-out friend with a cheery grin.

A set of small hands patted Rei's dark hair as he panted, looking up to see Miri standing by his side, giggling. At least she was happy.

Rei gave one last, brief, smile at her before it faded and he turned his attention to beating Kazuki with a cushion. He hadn't been tickled like that in quite some time, but he knew there was going to be a lot more coming his way in the days to come.

And it wasn't all that bad.

[lilac-den]

Perhaps it was a dream. A dream that proved it's all too much to take on.

You woke up hurt. Feeling your bones and blood cried as if they're screaming when you tried to recover from the ground.

You're not sure what happened. But you felt like a lost soul trapped in a body that may not have been yours in the first place.

And so, you wander.

You left your chamber. You began to stroll mindlessly.

There's no one here at the moment. Just a few guards. But that shouldn't be a problem, the wind magic will carry you past them like a cold breeze too strong to handle.

And so, you kept on walking.

That's when you saw him.

And you felt your heart numbing.

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He left his study in the castle by the time of midnight.

A few guards greeted him as he passed them, so he walked faster.

It wouldn't be annoying if he hadn't learned beforehand that at least twice out of every 10 guards would be out to get him.

Luckily nothing happened tonight. They're being careful. And so is he.

For now, two can play a game.

Until he saw her.

"Wanderer?" Maverick muttered as he approached the pale figure in a turquoise gown embroidered with faint details. "What are you doing here?"

She didn't answer, just looked at him. Or rather, somewhere on him.

He followed her gaze to his fingers. There was a small cut on them from the paper edge.

"Oh?" Not sure why, but he explained. "It's just a small cut. Don't worry."

The wanderer still wouldn't meet his eyes.

Maverick lifted the fingers of his left arm up. And just as he thought, she looked up too.

And he witnessed something that instantly teared him.

"What happened?" His tone were harsh, with worries.

She looked like someone with no attachment to life at all.

The Wanderer, is losing herself. He could feel it.

"Come on, we should...!"

Maverick couldn't move at all, as he watched. Her pale lips were pressed on those cuts. So careful, hesitantly. Like she meant to do so years ago.

"There," She smiled at him. "Now you wouldn't be hurt, Rick."

——I'm here, Rick. I'm right here.

"Your lord?"

Maverick snapped back from the sudden memories, and to his surprise, the Wanderer looked normal. Like a living person, as she should be.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

Something's not right. He figured it immediately. Something's definitely not right about the Wanderer.

And it has to do with him.

"Nothing." Maverick was lying. He didn't want to. But he couldn't help it. "Just happened to be here."

He watched as her eyebrows furrowed. "Okay...?"

"Come on. I'll take you home."

"I'm capable of taking care myself..."

Maverick turned around, perhaps a little too quickly, which was why the Wanderer slammed into his chest, and why he trapped her small frame inside of him.

He could feel her getting flustered.

"My lord, I'm so sorry——"

"Rick." He demanded.

"Pardon?"

"Call me Rick. Please."

Stop calling me as my lord. Not when we're so closed. In those dreams.

"Rick...?"

Maverick smiled. He's not sure why. But he's satisfied.

For now, those dreams can fucked off.

The Wanderer's here now. With him. Not the guy with a face almost identical to him.

He pressed a kiss to her neck. And smirked as he felt her skin warmed.

"Good girl."

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Been thinking Maverick so here's a second snippet since last! Hope I'm not being OOC, but I do feel like Maverick would get jealous of his past self lol.

Thank you for sharing more of your lovely snippets! :3

And Maverick jealous of his past life's self...Who can say~ XD

Again, thank you for sharing your snippet! :D and ur love for the noble ice man!

[cryinginthebackseat]

hi dear,

recently your adler x bell fic from two years ago (...) caught my interest.

it literally is one of the best written cod fics there is on here, and i saw you mentioning a fifth chap in an old reply to a reblog, and im curious if youre planning on ever uploading another chapter. i think its obv very unlikely since its been so long (im desperate yall), and i totally get if you say you dont wanna keep updating it (since you might not even be interested in the game*s anymore).

also, i havent seen you mention anywhere that its finished, but after looking at your masterlist you havent tagged it as unfinished or anything.

i recently got back into black ops and there really arent enough fics xd (no matter if youre going to finish it or not, i admire your writing skills fr fr)

have a good day/night x (sorry for the paragraph) ♡

Hello, dearest nony!

Okay, first of all, I have to say I hadn't expected someone would ask me about a follow up to that fic, but here we are. Thank you so much for taking your time to read you've got more poision than sugar, by the way. Unfortunately, I've been hitting the wall with that fic for years now. I've been thinking of continuing it just for the sake of completing a multi-chapter story for once.

ALSO I KID YOU NOT, I HAD A DREAM OF MEETING ADLER SOME TIME LAST WEEK BEFORE I GOT YOUR ASK SO MAYBE IT'S A SIGN??? Either way, I'll def let you know when I've finally gathered enough muse to continue the fic. You're too kind and I hope you have a good day too~ thanks again for dropping by<333

I can share you snippets of what I'd written so far. I sincerely hope I can continue where I left off soon!

“You’re fucked.” Park and Lazar are dead and eighteen hours later the last person Adler would rather see comes to him. “We,” Adler says carefully, “are fucked.” Hudson shakes his head, sweat pooling on his forehead. Guantánamo Bay in March is a different breed of torture– heat, sun and the humidity collaborate to aggravate the whole situation they’re in. “No,” Hudson says, cold and hard. “There’s no us. It’s you. You're fucked, Russ. I warned you.”

[pr0serpinas]

Okay interview time. Pick one WIP or as many as you’d like and answer as many of these as you’d like:

1. What inspired your idea?

2. Is there a particular scene or moment you’re most excited to write (or have already written)?

3. What themes or emotions are you exploring in this fic?

4. How do you balance plot and character development in your writing?

5. Im sure I already know the answer to this but do you plan everything out or do you let the story take you where it wants to go?

6. Do you have a favorite part of the writing process like drafting, editing, or world building?

7. What do you want us readers to take away from your fics?

Oh no, oh my god, I’m about to be exposed for the fraud that I am xD

Okay, let’s do it with Oceans Brawl, because I’ve actually put the most work into it. Putting it under a cut because I care about y’all’s dashboards.

The inspirational period was part of a really weird time for me. I was reading a lot of 7th year reconciliation fics, but none scratched a sort of dark itch. I wanted a reconciliation fic where the reunion was a bit forced and they’re a bit toxic about it without it being actually dark.

Yes, I’ve already written it, but it hasn’t happened yet, so I’m not telling.

Christ, that makes it sound like there’s a plan here. The bittersweet futility of clinging to your past at the expense of your future. Ominis, in particular, is trying his damned hardest to pretend like the events of their fifth year happened to someone else, or an alternate version of the pair of them, and if he just loves Sebastian enough, then it’s like it never happened. He would rather pretend than properly deal with things. Meanwhile, Sebastian uses the past as a cudgel to beat himself with and refuses to acknowledge his capacity for growth. Both of them are on the verge of missing something really beautiful because they’re fixed on what could have been.

Obviously, I do not xD I mean, this is a pretty circle-jerky introspective fic. I think it helps that I have certain action events that I want to take place, and then it’s a matter of prodding the characters until they get there? Idk, am I balancing character development and plot action? Someone will have to tell me.

Uh, yes. Both. Oceans Brawl I have actually planned out. Sweet Like Sugar Venom (the 50s AU) I have sort of planned out. Even so, I kind of write on vibes. I write scenes out of order as they come to me and build around them.

Yes, my favorite part is when it’s over. My second-favorite part is brainstorming.

Emotional damage. I keep a note on my phone of really good phrases from books or fics I’ve read—things that have given me a cold thrill when I’ve read them. I’ve never reused any of the phrases in my own writing. But my dream would be if I wrote my own ‘cold thrill’ phrase for someone else.

[bookofmirth]

Are the acotar stans on drugs or why do they believe that the deer on a hoodie has any deep meanings??

"It's Elain!!" "No it's the hind!!" or hear me out... maybe it's a reference to the kids movie called Bambi? Which her kids also might like? Or... and hear me out on this one... maybe it's just f*cking hoodie that she decided to wear cause it's pretty?

I fear that these people are adults.

I've seen people say that she leaves easter eggs in her posts and NO??? SHE DOESN'T????? Literally name me ONE TIME she has left a clue for her readers in a post on Instagram. She doesn't do that??? The only thing that has ever been posted on insta relevant to a "hint" about acotar was when Josh "accidentally" posted the acotar script, and that wasn't even an easter egg, it was a big ol' news spoiler.

It's this weird thing where they think they have a parasocial relationship with sjm. The woman intentionally doesn't have any social media on her phone, she doesn't run her social media herself, she is pretty clearly being constrained in what she can and can't say by her publisher, and people think she's out here trying to leave little clues for those in the know on her posts?? Sorry, she's not speaking directly to you in a code only you can decipher XD

What would we even call this? A para-parasocial relationship? A pseudo-parasocial relationship? She leaves info and clues in her books but her Instagram page is not the place I go for evidence to come up with a whole ass theory. She isn't that kind of author or social media user.

Other reasons for that sweatshirt:

It was November, it's cold in NYC.

Like you said, she thinks it's cute

Her kids maybe have watched the movie

She likes the movie

She has other interests besides acotar??? I mean that post wasn't even about acotar, it was about hofas!!!!! She often has objects related to her other interests on her desk or around the house, which is... normal! That's normal human behavior! It's not some damn conspiracy theory or secret code.

And why would people be so okay with this quiet little "teehee" reveal instead of hearing sjm gush about how excited she is to be writing Elain's book right now? Why would people be okay with Elain's book to be introduced to the world via a sweatshirt and her love interest's pov (despite the fact that she doesn't write men front and center... lmaoooo), rather than an actual announcement and Elain's OWN POV???

This fandom is fucking exhausting. If people were just playing around and making a meme of it that would be one thing, but to take it seriously? I promise her sweatshirt is not that deep. Even if Elain's book were next, that doesn't mean there was some intentionality behind that fucking sweatshirt. Not everything is about Elain.

[katyspersonal]

🤥 LYING, ☀️SUN, 🕷️SPIDER, 🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL, 🎭 MASKS, ☁️ CLOUD for Izzy!

💢 ANGER, 😨 FEARFUL, 🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL, 🌱 SEEDLING, 👑CROWN, ☁️ CLOUD for Archibald!

(Asks from this ( x ) meme)

(Yeah, this ask meme is originally for OCs x) I just mentioned in the original reblog that sending asks for canon characters, especially very obscure ones was okay too!)

For Izzy:

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

Izzy can lie, but doesn't want to! People mostly can't tell she's lying unless she lets them know, and she will snap and admit bullshit because of the pure discomfort. She just prefers to be direct! The one successful lie she committed to was pretending to join the League on their own terms, hiding that her true motivation was to study whatever weird "filth" Valtr was raving about and hopefully benefit from it!

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

Izzy's mornings are normally long and idle, she takes her sweet time to "properly" wake up always chilling for some more time in bed, combing her hair, thinking about her dreams, then napping some more but in another spot.. After her waking up add 1-2 hours until she actually wake up for the day (unless there is emergency). When that happens, she washes her face with a cold water. She also stretches the same way cats do xD

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

Izzy is, in fact, scared OF irrational people! Not something most people expect from someone so beasthood-affiliated, but Izzy has plenty of logic and reason. Dangerous people that can yet provide her a coherent idea of their reasoning and motivation like Laurence (or Micolash before his 'fanatic' era) don't bother her beyond being ideological enemies. People like Logarius, Ludwig or the Choirlings, on the other hand, put a pit in her stomach...

She conquered her fears to the point of being reasonably careful to not get herself harmed and killed and will turn tail if being shot at or threatened by a much stronger enemy without a damage for her pride. What counts as 'worst nightmare' is being bewitched by a Great One to the point of losing freedom and self, similarly to how Ludwig, Micolash and many Choirlings got charmed by their guy (well, girl). Thankfully, she is associated with Fauna the Great One beast that is more cooperative and on the contrary honours autonomy; even speaking or fighting in sync with him feels for her like it makes her more, not less.

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

You should NEVER let her be aware that she is not as different from Laurence as she thinks she is. At some point Izzy does become aware and both him and Laurence are very far gone, but do NOT tell her this before she is 'ready' :')

��� MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

Izzy is rather insolent around his 'ideological enemies' and likes to troll them for a good measure when he isn't busy trying to make them THINK, very on-edge and aggressive around 'fanatic' type of enemies that scare her, both friendly and pulling the over-familiar rudeness with strangers. With friends she is very caring and understanding, even if she might be rude or abrasive without meaning to hurt them (simply very open, honest and emotional). She could not bring herself to hurt a friend even if they ditch her or straight up betray her, the worst she will do is to have a kicked puppy attitude... But her friendship is hard to earn.

He tends to give a thought to societal rejects and straight up "bad" people, not in Djura's 'we all might end up like this tho :(' kind way but in 'I believe what we hate is natural for humans' way.. This trait of his strongly accelerated ever since Healing Church started propaganda and amount of declared "heretics" increased. When Izzy crushes on someone she doesn't know what to 'do' about it and simply shows more affection to this person... She doesn't even bother with confession, let alone understanding how relationship and dating works! But when someone attracts her sexually, she will be open with her.. uhhh, compliments, let's call it that. 98% of his family memories and interactions are his father and Izzy really resents him.

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

Izzy was the second person that accepted Garlan (Suspicious Beggar) for who he really is, a rare person with Loran descent that was born with beastly traits lurking. First was his father, lurking as kind of a Loran Cleric but electric-leaning rather than fire. Izzy and Garlan liked having friendly fights with scratching and biting, like kittens xD Also, when Garlan devolved into a beast form, Izzy enjoyed scratching his belly :3

For Archibald:

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

He is a very pragmatic, often cynical man, taking calculated risks and only bothering investing emotions and time in "worthy" people. This can make people, even his friends, develop very negative impression of him and think he is an adaptable rat with no morals that just joins the winning side or the one useful for him. It would take time to internalise that he is more complex than this and does have a heart. People need quite a heart-to-heart, or to see him beat the shit out of someone that hurt his friend, to lessen the negative opinion unless they're basically mind-readers hahah. He also might be a bit snappy and rude when he is strongly focused on something, which is unbearable when you NEED to tell him something!

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

He tends to retreat to calm down his senses and figure an efficient way to eliminate the threat. 'Fight or flight' refers to state of anxiety transcending rational thinking and it is extremely hard to get him be like this! But if it happens, he will rather flight.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

He doesn't like to show his emotional side, that he is not always so collected and pragmatic and still has weaknesses. It is one thing to need to communicate that he does have morals and heart despite using what opportunities he has, and will cheat his principles when someone genuinely needs to be punished. But it is another thing to admit that these seized, hidden emotions can be STRONG, and that he struggles all the time.

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

He witnessed a person getting struck by lightning. And not only he was fascinated, but also afterwards was a bit too eager to see the corpse with fascinating scars. He remembers both the event itself, and the reaction he received from others telling him what callous, cruel, crazy child he was. Plenty of children develop curiosity before they developed compassion and morals, and he was one of them. He still sometimes thinks back on how little he cared about that person dying before his eyes, especially since he knew him.. But at least, his interest in physics and specifically electricity got into him that day! He knew what he wanted to study since childhood, even if by such a "striking" event haha

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

He always wanted to be of help for humanity and simply be credited as progenitor of many follow-up inventions and inspiration for follow-up scientists! He knew his name would be in every book about physics... Well, due to circumstances, most of his inventions were weapons or otherwise helpful in military. He has some regrets, becoming the 'guy that invented more ways to kill' more than someone known for his inventions that would turn useful whenever Eldrich Nightmare ends. As a person, he wanted to be remembered as someone with the heart and morals despite how many deals with coincidence he HAD to make to proceed, and that can come true since he not only conducted research that was "heretical" amongst Healing Church hunters but died taking down a Vicar that was somehow even more evil than Laurence. Depends on what the descendants will think of the Healing Church!

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

Paarl didn't eat or otherwise kill the guy! Archibald gave Paarl his badge because he just gave it to all his friends, and even though he never knew Paarl before beasthood he counted him as a friend as well!

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Thank you for the asks! o: Sorry I don't have new doodles of these two, just old drawings. This ask meme is extremely handy to use though wtf

[zarvasace]

girls & gazettes

Welcome. This is silly. I'm shipping Traysi and Meghyn in this one, specifically TotK-era but with very very minimal spoilers. (the only spoilers are for the bright mushroom haven quest and where Traysi is.) It's just crushes. That's it. It turned out really well, actually? Why did I write this.

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Meghyn isn't as into mushroom hunting as her sister is, but she *is* really into the girl who runs the Lucky Clover Gazette. Her crush is not quite as subtle as she thinks it is.

AO3 link here. 3.1k. Traysi/Meghyn! XD No warnings beside the spoilers.

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Pale sunshine filters through the patterned canvas of the low tent walls, not doing much to warm up the interior. Meghyn tugs on her other boot and tries—again—to not grumble about the cold and the hard ground. It's been a few weeks since she and Nat left home, a few weeks that were fun and miserable in turns. It's more miserable right now, in the freezing early morning. 

She can hear Nat outside the tent, frying something that honestly smells delicious. Meghyn slides on her coat and starts to clean up their bedrolls for travel. The two of them divide the chores here the same as they do back in Hateno, with Nat doing most of the cooking and driving forward, and Meghyn cleaning and dragging her feet. At least they'd camped on a dry patch of ground last night. 

"Perfect timing!" Nat says brightly from her spot by the fire as Meghyn emerges from the tent, rolls of blankets under her arm. "Breakfast is about ready."

"Give me a second." Meghyn ties the rolls to their packs and starts to disassemble the tent. Thank Hylia for collapsible stakes. 

By the time the tent is packed away again, Nat has the fire snuffed. She hands a skewer of meat and mushrooms over, which Meghyn takes happily. She might grumble about her sister's insatiable appetite for mushrooms, but Nat really does do an excellent job cooking them. 

It's a beautiful morning, if any morning can be called that. The snowy mountains sparkle like diamonds around the hollow they'd camped in, with a few trees adding color to the landscape. The few cylindrical stones fallen from the Upheaval stand out like rather dull flowers on the mountainside. Meghyn isn't much of a morning person, so she focuses more on eating and walking than admiring the landscape. 

"You know, I've been thinking," Nat says as they start down the path between two cliffs. "There's only one other person who knows where the mushroom haven is, that one kid."

"Mhm," Meghyn responds, her mouth full. 

Nat has far too much energy in the mornings. She all but bounces as they walk. "And you just know that it's the perfect conditions for all those mushrooms to grow back in a month or two. So, what I'm thinking is that we might be able to start selling mushrooms and mushroom tours! Package them up all nicely and have a wagon to take people out there and show them the cavern."

Meghyn raises an eyebrow, intrigued but wary. She knows Nat has a lot of ambitious ideas. 

"We could market them as extra-special mushrooms. Nat and Meghyn's Bright Shrooms!" 

"That sounds like drugs," Meghyn says as she finishes off the last of the skewer and tosses the long twig off to the side. 

"No, it doesn't! Okay, well, what about Fancy Fungus?" 

"That's worse." 

Nat doesn't seem to hear her, caught up in starry visions of mushrooms and rupees. "I know! MeghyNat Mushrooms!" 

"Can we go back to the drug name?" 

"Stick in the mud." Nat rolls her eyes. "Anyway, I'm picturing, in the far future of course, an entire spa built around those hot springs, maybe an inn and a restaurant, all mushroom-themed!  We could team up with Cece, even, people love her!" 

Meghyn sighs, though it's fond. She doesn't know if Hyrule has a tourist trade big enough to support a niche, out-of-the-way attraction like that. The stables themselves are just getting big enough to consider expanding, and even a few of them are closing down, selling to other companies. 

Like the Lucky Clover Gazette. Meghyn smiles to herself as she thinks of the odd office and the staff that works there. Penn is exuberant. He and Nat feed off each other, escalating until they're both screaming in excitement. Juannelle is sweet, if a little reserved. And Traysi, well. 

Something cold and hot flutters right under Meghyn's ribs when she pictures Traysi. Even that huge old parka couldn't hide how… cool she is. She clearly found her niche, running a newspaper and a growing intelligence network with hard-won skill and admirable ruthlessness. Meghyn and Nat are technically part of that network, passing on information and gossip to Penn when they find him, or to Traysi herself when they find themselves at the Gazette headquarters. Perhaps Meghyn can convince Nat that they should head that direction again… 

"—listening to me?" Nat says, waving a gloved hand in Meghyn's face. She pouts.

"Of course." Meghyn blinks back to reality and watches the vapor from her words float away. "Hey, we should go to the Gazette. We're in the area."

Nat's eyebrows rise in a smile that tells Meghyn she missed something. "That is where we're going, silly."

"Wait, it is?" The fluttery feeling in Meghyn's stomach returns, but it isn't an unpleasant one. "Why?" 

"Where better to advertise our new business than in the Gazette?" Nat answers. She looks at Meghyn sideways as they fall into step again. "Why did you suggest it?" 

"Uh… for the same reason," Meghyn lies. 

"Riiiight." Nat doesn't believe her, but that's fine. She'd never guess the real reason. "Well, we should be there soon. By my map…" She pulls out the well-worn parchment and flips it open to navigate. She's usually pretty good at that, though they've gotten lost before. "Right around that bend, so another hour, I think."

An hour is all? Meghyn stops walking for a few seconds, then jogs to catch up. She looks down at herself and wishes that she'd bothered to wear her cleaner blue tunic today, instead of saving it. Her hands feel hot in her gloves, and she tugs them off to wring them in her fingers instead. She should've done her hair today, too. Is her face even clean? What would Traysi think if Meghyn came running up covered in dirt and sweat? Certainly nothing flattering. 

Nat goes off about her ideas, heedless of Meghyn's miniature crisis. She talks about the ad she wants to run, and the bottles they'll need to source from Rito Village. Meghyn hums in acknowledgement when Nat gasps and says that they should make truffle oil, too, from the recipe their grandmother gave them. Nat's ideas are grand, but if Meghyn focuses, she can see how they can be broken down into something that'll actually work. 

She's not focusing right now. 

The smoke from the stable-turned-Gazette puffs above the nearby pine trees, and the path turns to something more trodden. Meghyn tucks her gloves into her coat pocket and runs a hand down her hair, that fluttery feeling multiplying. 

A call from above stops both girls in their tracks. Meghyn shades her eyes to look up and watch Penn land in front of them, blowing cold air into their faces from his wings. 

"Hello, you two!" Penn looks ready for another trip across Hyrule, decked out in his goggles and bags. "Right on time, things are ready for—" He cuts off. His eyes watch Nat, standing behind Meghyn. 

Suspicious, Meghyn whips around, but Nat's just standing there with a wide smile on her face, holding the top of her backpack straps. Her smile falls suddenly into surprise, and even Meghyn can tell it's entirely fake. 

"Oh, no!" Nat says. "I left my pan back at the campsite! I have to go back to get it!" 

Meghyn frowns. She does almost remember seeing something like that left behind… "Your nice one?"

"The only one I brought, silly! I'm gonna need that. I'd better go back for it." Nat heaves a sigh. 

"That'll be another two and a half hours—" Meghyn begins. 

"No! No, I'll be fine, you go on ahead! I know you don't like the cold."

Somewhat confused, Meghyn puts her hands on her hips. She's fine in the cold. Doesn't Nat know that? "It's too dangerous to go alone, Nat."

"Yes, but—" Nat looks imploringly at Penn, who raises his wings in surrender. 

"Don't look at me. I got places to be, chirps to hear. I'm headed out right now."

Nat frowns, but then her face lights up. She reaches out and somehow snatches an entire person out of what seems like thin air. Her elbow wraps around his and pulls him closer. 

He looks startled, blue eyes wide and mouth opening, but he calms when he recognizes them. His shoulders drop, and he just looks baffled. Unlike the last time they'd met, he's not wearing a parka and Rito corset, just a sleeveless blue tunic with odd designs. It looks nice. Maybe Meghyn should ask where he got it. 

"The Link lookalike will come with me!" Nat announces, smiling widely. She leans in and covers her mouth with a hand to whisper something to him, and Meghyn narrows her eyes. 

The Link clone's eyes burn with the light of revelation as Nat whispers, and when she's done, he grins and holds a thumbs-up with his weird hand. 

"I don't know…" This is very fishy, but not unlike Nat. She thrives on dangerous spontaneity, and Meghyn really would prefer to get to the Gazette rather than go back for Nat's pan. She doesn't know this Link clone, but she does respect him for finding the bright mushroom cave first. Maybe Nat can talk him into an exclusivity contract. 

Nat sticks out her bottom lip and flutters her eyelashes. "Come on, Meghyn! He'll protect me from any monsters, I couldn't be any safer. Pleeeaase?"

The Link clone nods vigorously and smiles brightly, agreeing. He almost looks like he's laughing. 

Meghyn stares at the two of them for just a moment longer, remembering the way Nat had tried flirting with him earlier. Things are taking shape in her mind now. She sighs, letting out a cloud of vapor, and rolls her eyes. "Fine. Go have fun."

"Yay!" Nat bounces back up to full height—a head or so taller than the Link clone—and pulls him back onto the path. "You too, Meghyn! Bye, Penn!" 

"Be safe!" Penn calls as the two of them disappear around the ridge. 

"She's really crushing on that kid, isn't she?" Meghyn says to Penn. 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean, she clearly set this all up so she could go on a date with him."

Penn starts coughing, and Meghyn turns, unsure if she'd be able to help if he's choking, but he gets over the fit quickly and stands straight again. "Yep. Really stuck on him. Anyway, I should get going. See you around!" 

Meghyn waves a hand and waits until Penn is a speck in the distance to turn back toward the Gazette's smoke and picture her next step. 

Oh, Hylia, she's going to go meet Traysi alone. It's a very exciting prospect, but also terrifying. Traysi is… a whirlwind, to say the least. She's aggressive in pursuit of news, and so put-together, and pretty… Meghyn bites her lip, imagining herself sweep dramatically into the Gazette, a rugged adventurer. Traysi would be there alone, and Meghyn would say something entirely dashing, Traysi would snap at her, but as the day wore on, they'd both soften and end up cuddling around the fire, and maybe Traysi would invite her in…

Meghyn feels herself blush bright red at the thought. No, no. Nat would be here soon, three or four hours max. Juannelle would probably be there, or one of the younger Rito teenagers employed to distribute the newspaper. Meghyn and Traysi would not be alone, and who's even to say that Traysi would be open to… something like cuddling around a fire? With Meghyn, no less? She probably stinks. 

That brings Meghyn back to the present. She looks down at her hands, then at her dirty tunic. She can't get to Rito Village without passing the Gazette, and she really does want to maximize time away from Nat right now, so a bath is out of the question. Still… 

Meghyn finds a hollow in the cliff nearby, shielded from the road and everything else by evergreen trees. The late morning sun shines right into the spot, giving her light. Quickly, so as not to expose herself too much to the cold, Meghyn changes her tunic into the clean blue one and takes a bit of extra time to lay down her vest and belt nearly on top. She digs into her pack and pulls out her travel mirror, and uses a handful of snow to wash her face. There. That's as nice as her appearance will get, out here. She'll be content with it. 

Nervously braiding a section of her hair, Meghyn walks back out to the road. The closer she gets to the Gazette, the worse her butterflies become. 

The area around the Gazette headquarters is exactly as she remembers, if a little more deserted. A campfire burns merrily out front, and two horses rest in the attached stable. Meghyn can't see Juannelle, though, or anyone else. 

She can hear someone yelling, muffled. 

Meghyn falls into a run, worried. The yelling is coming from inside the Gazette, along with banging. It stops after a moment, and Meghyn pauses in the Gazette's main office. Maps, documents, and notes cover every inch of table and wall space. Some of the scattered pencils have chewed-off ends, very clear evidence of Traysi's presence. It's a bit chilly, even in here, but the shelter from the wind helps. One very obvious folded note stands out among the clutter, and Meghyn picks it up. 

I'm going to stay the night in Rito Village! (The key is in cubby 6B!) -Juannelle 

Oh. Meghyn frowns. No Juannelle, no Penn… Where's Traysi? Did Nat really go so far for a dumb little date with the Link clone? What did the note mean, key? 

One of the employees-only doors rattles suddenly, something heavy slamming into the other side. Meghyn jumps at the sound, eyes falling on the heavy chair wedged under the doorknob. Someone has to be trapped inside. On purpose? 

Meghyn locates cubby 6B and finds a little brass key quickly. Whoever's on the other side of the door smashes something else into it, something that sounds like it shatters. The door rattles again as Meghyn struggles to pull the heavy chair away from it. 

"Ow!" It's definitely Traysi trapped behind the door. "Juannelle! You're not getting the week's bonus for this! Let me out!" 

"I think she left," Meghyn says loudly, hoping her voice gets through the door. She gives another tug, and the chair comes away, though the door remains shut tight. The momentum sends her crashing down to the floor. 

"Wait, who's that?" Traysi demands. "Where's Juannelle?"

Meghyn grunts and stands back up to fit the key in the door. "There's a note that says she went to the village for the night. It's Meghyn, you know, Nat's sister? We hunt—"

"Truffles, yes, I know." Traysi goes quiet for a moment, shuffling around. "Can you get me out?"

"I'm trying." Meghyn wiggles the key in the lock, but it refuses to turn. Is it the wrong key? She scowls and tries again. 

"You have to lift the handle while you turn it," Traysi says, sounding closer. "It's old."

"Right. Who locked you in there, anyway?" Meghyn gets the key to turn a little, her heart leaping, but it sticks, so she pulls it out to try again. 

Traysi huffed. "Juannelle. I don't even know why—oh." 

"Oh?" Meghyn lifts the handle as hard as she can and gently turns the key. The lock finally clicks. 

She opens the door and freezes. Traysi is standing right there, with that huge parka on but unbuttoned. Her dark eyes glitter in the ambient light, and strands of her brown hair have flown away from the tight braids she usually keeps them tied in. She's red. Why is she red? Meghyn stares for a second, then stumbles back, swallowing. 

"Right, um. There you go."

"Thanks." Traysi steps out of what looks like a storage room, avoiding Meghyn's eyes. 

This is a disaster. 

"I'm so sorry," Meghyn says. "I think Nat went a little too far, trying to get a date with that Link lookalike—"

"Link lookalike?" Traysi spins, caught on the scent of gossip like a sunflower to the sun. "Nat set herself up? But… wait. Meghyn, are you jumping to conclusions? I don't think we have the full story here."

Meghyn pauses. She thinks over what she knows again. "Penn met us on the road and said something was ready. Nat insisted I go on ahead, because she left her pan at the campsite. I said she couldn't go alone, so she snatched the Link lookalike from somewhere and he agreed to go with her. I got here, found a note from Juannelle about her being gone and the location of the key, and then… well, rescued you." 

"My dashing adventurer," Traysi says, headed to the table to look at the note Juannelle left behind. Meghyn freezes. She pictures herself steaming from the ears at those words. She needs to sit down. Her stomach feels… like it's full of sunshine or something. Summerwings, maybe. Did Traysi really just say that? Meghyn's not really thinking clearly. 

After reading the note, Traysi sighs and turns, hands on her hips. She meets Meghyn's eyes and flushes. "I don't think Nat meant to go out with Link. I think they all worked together to set us up."

"What?" Meghyn bursts. She's elated, she's dreadfully embarrassed. She wants to sink into the ground and have dark dirt surround her on all sides. Her hands fly up to cover her face. "Oh. Traysi, I'm so sorry for Nat, she's enthusiastic, and—"

Traysi takes a step closer. "Meghyn, calm down and don't apologize. Do you see me complaining about being here alone with you?" 

Meghyn peeks out from between her fingers. Traysi's smiling, amused, if still somewhat red. "...no?" 

"You're right. I'm not complaining, not one bit. Unless you don't want to be here?" 

"No, no! I mean, I do!" Meghyn scrambles for words, but Traysi's looking at her like that, and… 

"Good." Traysi's smile could cut through a thousand lies. "I do, too. Do you want tea?" 

Meghyn isn't daft enough to not realize that she's head-over-heels. She's known about her crush for a while, and thought it was just that. A dumb little crush. She could admire from afar. She could. She hadn't realized that Nat could tell, though. And apparently Traysi liked her back, to the point where her friends would conspire to give Meghyn a shot. 

Well, she wasn't about to waste it. 

"Yeah. Yeah, tea sounds nice."