#otherwise im up to committing murder.

[relto]

holy shit they even executed the servants and blamed it on corvo. taking examples from the other traitor huh? telling lies??

[mysecretdsmpblog]

foolish saying he genuinely trusts bad especially after the election announcement is like. oh

like i knew it a little. i knew they bantered but bad still came to help him when he thought he was dying in that hole. bad still takes care of the eggs, bad shows up, etc.

but leo and foolish are literally talking about how good of a person bad is and like. yeah. yeah even though foolish is all 'oh i hate bad he's terrible and a menace' it's clear he really does trust bad. and he's not the only one

it's easy to forget just how many people trust bad implicitly on the qsmp, especially with all the shenanigans he gets up to. but like. oh

[kaidatheghostdragon]

Found this while going through my fanfic files, and i absolutely had to share.

Danny: i want in

Red robin: …what?

Danny: your bat family. I want in.

Red robin, blinking in surprise: i dont know what you think you know about my associates, but we're not-

Danny: dont be obtuse. I know youre the smart one. And i also know that your all one big relatively happy family. I want in.

Red robin: …why?

Danny: because you guys are the first people ive found that are wealthy, intelligent and powerful enough to take on my fruitloop godfather and win AND are decent enough human beings that i can be assured that when all is said and done, my well-being will remain a top priority.

Orphan, appearing out of nowhere: new brother!

Danny: *stares in shock*

Danny: *sudden uncanny grin* well that's one convinced. How do i win over the rest?

Orphan: no need. New brother!

Red robin: *pointed glance of betrayal* fine. Who is your godfather?

Danny: vlad masters. He's a fruitloop.

Red robin: for real? B's been investigating him for years! Tell me everything! *genuinely excited for a new lead*

Danny: well, he's tried to murder my dad and marry my mom, gained his wealth illegally, committed voting fraud to become the mayor of my hometown, has a secret underground lab where he does unethical experiments, and he's abducted me more than a dozen times even before my parents disowned me to make me his evil apprentice or whatever. Now that im homeless, he's literally out to get me. Oh! And he's cloned me too! She's cool though, we're buddies now.

Batman, who just arrived but heard everything over comms: hn. (Translation: who are you?)

Danny: my name is Danny. No last name anymore, but im hoping itll soon be Wayne! *winking suggestively*

Batman: hn? (how much do you know?)

Danny: enough to know that youre a much better alternative to vlad.

Batman: …hn (i dont know anything about you. What if youre a spy for vlad?)

Danny, giving his salesman pitch: i was a teen vigilante in amity park before i had to run away from home for my own safety. Vlad is one of my rogues. I know how to fight and defend myself, how to minimize collateral damage in a fight, and ive gotten really good and escaping kidnapping attempts. Ive also managed to reform and/or make allies out of approximately half of my rogues and can talk down about 30% of all rogue confrontations before they turn into a messy fight. The other things i can bring to the table are: one, i can teach all of you guys proper liminality self care; two, i can probably minimize and possibly cure red hood's anger issues; three, i can get along with stabby robin because i consider fighting a friendly social interaction - he can even stab me and i wont be injured by it; four, i can be your go-to guy for supernatural cases so you no longer have to deal with that sad trenchcoat man; five-

Red robin: *blurting* youre hired.

Batman: hn (i am deeply concerned)

Danny: if youre concerned now, wait until i tell you about the anti ecto control act

Nightwing, who showed up in the middle of the sales pitch: ive never seen anyone crack B's grunt language so quickly

Danny: grunt language? He's just using ghost speak - which will be covered by the liminality self care lessons

Robin, who arrived with batman: what is a liminal?

Danny: all of you, of course! Otherwise you wouldnt need to learn about it, obviously

Robin: and why would we trust you?

Danny: did i mention i have a pet ghost dog?

Robin: …you drive a hard bargain

Danny, fist pumping: yes! That's three!

Nightwing: four, you got me when you could understand B's grunting

Red Hood, arrived with nightwing: five, assuming you arent lying about the pit rage

Danny, hand to his chest: i would never!

Orphan: honesty. Earnest. New brother.

Oracle, over comms: six. The anti ecto acts are legit and im terrified for his safety, assuming he's phantom, who is the vigilante of amity park

Spoiler, arrived with orphan: seven, as long as youre down for a few pranks

Batman: hn (ive been outvoted)

Batman: hnn (i dont wanna hear any jokes about adoption habits when you all forced my hand)

Batman: hn (that said)

Batman: welcome to the family

Duke, the next day: man, i miss out on everything exciting.

Duke, blinded by danny: and who the fuck told bruce he could adopt the fucking sun?!

[meanbossart]

so im curious what DU Drow considers to be too sacred to kill, if anything. I know that durge generally refuses to commit acts of murder that are beneath them, but I wonder if there is a type of victim that IS an appropriate sacrifice to bhaal that he cant bring himself to harm? (This referring to before he lost his memories, though if you have anything you'd wanna say regarding after that too)

This is an interesting question to which I unfortunately don't have a very interesting answer 🤔 and I thought about it for a couple of days too!

Bhaalist DU drow was completely faithful to his father. He did practice a little of the good ol' "what he can't see can't hurt him" school of thought - at least in regards to his masochism and some of his more pointless acts of debauchery,which he justified through being otherwise a very obedient son. Otherwise, there was no separation between his will and Bhaal's; If daddy wanted it done, consider it done. This extends even to Orin, who, if ordered, Bhaalist DU Drow would have killed, even if reluctantly.

One caveat to this, I guess, is that he did not easily accept orders from Sarevok or any of the other bhaalists. If he didn't like the sound of something, he would demand Bhaal confirm it true through a vision, prayer, or otherwise intervened in some way or another. However, his friction was usually originated from DU drow's contrarian personality, not genuine disagreement over what was and wasn't a worthy sacrifice. He truly didn't care about anything or anyone else's lives except his own and Orin's - men, women, children, elderly - the last two were probably a lot less satisfying to kill, but it didn't exactly give him any pause.

I think the only form of life he considered somewhat "sacred" were animals - having lived out in the woods for a long time meant he had an understanding and appreciation for the lawlessness of the wilderness and related to their very base-line needs. He obviously has no issue killing animals for self-defense, supplies or food, but anything else would seem pointless. Humanoids have their gods which they serve - animals do not, hence they shouldn't be brought into this. I don't think this matters though as I doubt Bhaalists make a habit out of offering up deer to their murder lord.

(As a note, in DU drow's campaign I never came across the infamous squirrel scene, hence making this headcanon possible LOL)

[sammorallee]

i don't even remember when i finished them i think several weeks ago but.

meet the Mayday twins // my Veroval fankids

they are both adults! tho im pretty bad at drawing characters that look older that idk maybe 16-17 no matter how i try lol

idk how old they are in hellish years but basically like... 24+,y.o. adults kind of age range

Scarlette Mayday (the youngest twin) — is a pretty hyperactive and cheerful person. They (really) enjoy music, growing wild plants and changing their mind frequently. Like, changing their mind is their passion. Scarlette, unlike Verosika, is pretty chill with break ups and changing relationships (even settled ones), which Verosika is (maybe strangely) very proud of.

Her friends and family would most likely describe Scarlette as a "sweetheart", as she's usually kind and supportive, but when needed, they can show their sharp nature and act like a real meanie.

She does have some "super cool demon powers" as she says. The most important of her abilities is the flexibility of her body and arms. She's an excellent dancer — in any genre, if you ask — and her dancing, besides being mesmerizing, can literally hypnotize, which she often takes advantage of when she wants a one-night stand or something.

Some of her ex partners will say that she is a monster, some will say that they have never seen such support after such a rough breakup (she is a therapist for those who have had their hearts broken by her), and some will say that their relationships with her were the best of their lives.

Scarlett is not looking for and is unlikely to be looking for a long-term partner. Many of their former partners remain their close friends.

If you ask, yes, she was named Scarlette instead of Scarlet just because Velevette wanted her to be more like herself.

Scarlet is faeflux and abrosexual.

She has a tendency to munch on lots of delicious food and frankly, she's proud of it.

Sage Mayday (the oldest twin) — is the complete opposite of their sibling. Although reserved and not particularly sociable, under the right circumstances Sage still makes contact with others quite easily — their nature doesn't allow otherwise. But he does not intentionally seek contact and relationships with others.

Sage wasn't always like this. As his sibling would say, he "hadn't ever outgrown his teenage phase". However, the restraint and resilience in their character allows Sage to make rather cold-blooded but important decisions when needed.

Sage rarely uses his ability, but he is easily able to materialize any objects or creatures from sketches he draws. They have a pet, which, though no one has ever seen (not even his own sister), that Sage created himself. They describe it as "an entity similar to an Earth cat, with three pairs of paws and three pairs of eyes, a fox tail and parrot-like wings hidden under a ton of fur".

They may have a few murders under their belt that their parents don't know about, but it's hard to count the exact number because some of them were committed not by Sage himself, but by his creatures.

Sage is demi-rose (demiace + demiaro), androgyne and omniflux.

They're not very skilled romantically, tho they assume that in a relationship they'd have been an amazing partner (at least that what their mums tell them).

Although Sage can basically find anyone attractive at some point, he's really into transgender girls in particular.

There can be disagreements between the two twins and the ongoing battle for parental attention from childhood (the usual sibling stuff), but they are still each other's main support. Even though it's hard to hurt both of them — Scarlett doesn't care much for anyone's opinion, and Sage often doesn't take anyone he doesn't know well seriously — if it can be done.... One can only sympathize, because they can and will gnaw for each other (perhaps even literally)

There are no favourite kids in this household, too! So Velvette and Verosika both found their quarrels on that matter silly from the beginning.

im pretty bad at creating OCs imo (especially at creating fankids) but yeah i hope this doesn't look as messy as it seems to me

sorry if there's any typos i've got no sleep

[zazima]

im rusty. so rusty. and also extremely late for christmas. i may as well have waited 350 days until the holidays came around again, but im trying to write more this year, so hear you go? eek im nervous. please pardon any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes. enjoy! also tumblr doesn't seem to have line breaks so sorry if any time jumps are confusing.

also a warning for language and mentions of wanting to step in front of a bus as an extreme response to being embarrassed. i swear this is all fluff otherwise.

Harry doesn't know what to get Sirius for Christmas.

Well, to clarify, Harry doesn't know if he can get Sirius anything adequately worth a damn. Because how can a game (magical or not) or piece of art or trinket or any sort of anything say hey Merry Christmas and by the way, thanks for saving me from my horrible abusive household where I lived in a cupboard and for wrangling a fucked up wizarding judicial system so that it both exonerates you from a murder you didn't commit and lets you adopt a kid you only properly met six months ago.

Harry would also like the gift (if he ever manages to find something) to say also thank you for giving me my own bedroom and for making pancakes every Saturday morning and for letting me visit my friends and for playing two-man Quidditch with me and for ruffling my hair and for always letting me pick the film that we watch and for telling me stories about my parents and for always being just enough and for not pushing me when I have nothing to say and for calling me by my name instead of shouting boy angrily-

Harry figures that he should cut himself off there. Any more gratitudes and the gift will literally be impossible to find, lest it be the size of Hogwarts in an effort to cram any and all unspoken messages Harry doesn't have the courage to voice out loud.

So Harry does what he usually does in a sticky situation. He turns to his friends.

No clue mate, Ron writes. I normally get Mum perfume and Dad whatever Muggle trinket he's been obsessing over. So unless Sirius wants a rubber duck, I probably won't be much help. But you could probably give him one and he'd be ecstatic. You're pretty much his favorite person right now.

Ah bloody hell. Do you think I should get Sirius something as a thanks for Pig?

Even though he's sure Ron's right (although Padfoot might enjoy a rubber duck more than Sirius), Harry doesn't have time to add Ron's own gift conundrum to his list of problems, so he turns to Hermione, who ends up being a bit more helpful.

I know you said that Sirius was interested in curse-breaking and how it can be used to help with cleaning up Grimmauld Place, so maybe something pertaining to that? A book or starter kit? Or perhaps something a bit more personal, something he couldn't just buy in a shop. Don't worry too much, Harry. He'll love whatever it is you give him because it's you.

Harry disregards the book suggestion immediately. Sirius does read; over the holiday break the two of them have taken to sitting quietly on opposite sides of the couch in the sitting room, reading books from the Black family library and munching on the latest treat Mrs. Weasley has sent them while flames blaze in the fireplace, only breaking the peaceful quiet occasionally to share whatever interesting passage has just been read. But Harry doesn't want to give a present that reminds Sirius of the exhausting work they do every day trying to make Grimmauld Place a habitable home.

Hermione's other suggestion, however, gets Harry thinking. Something he couldn't just buy in a shop. That obviously eliminates all of the last-resort items Harry had on his mental list, as they were dumb things he had planned to frantically order by mail once he gave up on the idea of finding something good enough for Sirius. But it also opens up a new idea, something that Harry himself had appreciated when he had received it a few years ago.

He begins firing off letters and mail-in order forms with an efficiency Hermione would admire. The owls return in quick fashion, up to three or four a day. Sirius doesn't notice anything at first, but when Hedwig taps on the kitchen window for the second time that day during breakfast, he gets up and lets her in with a raised eyebrow at Harry.

"Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment?" he asks, somewhat incredulously, peering at the label on the package. "Harry, love, you know we can just go to Diagon Alley whenever you'd like. No need to rely on owl post if you're running low on supplies."

Harry flushes and snatches the small, soft package from Hedwig, stuffing it under his armpit and looking determinedly at his porridge. He hopes he doesn't have ACTUALLY IT'S PART OF YOUR CHRISTMAS PRESENT written all over his face.

"It's fine," he shrugs, aiming for casual nonchalance with his tone. "It's just a small thing. No point in going all the way down to Diagon Alley. Besides, the crowds would drive you crazy. They'd probably give you a concussion trying to get a picture."

Sirius grimaces, probably thinking of their last attempt to go for an ice cream at Fortescue's shortly before Harry had left for the fall term. They'd returned to Grimmauld Place ice cream-less and with a giant tear down the front of Harry's robes.

"Nothing a Glamour Charm wouldn't fix," he responds, grabbing his own empty bowl and bringing it to the sink. "Anyway, it's not fair for us to be shut up in this damned house because some people can't behave themselves in public. You just let me know whenever you want to go out, alright? I promise I won't breathe down your neck while you look at potions ingredients and whatnot. Even if they all suspiciously happen to be ingredients for an Enlarging Potion."

He manages to ruffle Harry's hair before the boy squawks out a "Sirius!" and darts out the kitchen, cackling in response to Harry's sputtered "I'm not... I wouldn't... SIRIUS!"

As Christmas approaches, Harry begins to stay up later and later into the night, working frantically to finish Sirius' present. One late night (or early morning, really), he hears a gentle knock on his door. He jumps and shoves the half completed project under his comforter.

"Come in!"

Sirius peeks his head through the cracked open door. "Are you alright? I was getting a glass of water and noticed your light was still on."

Harry nods, trying to convey a casualness he doesn't feel beneath the stress of wanting to have the present ready by Christmas morning. "Yes. Fine. I was just... reading." He reaches for his nightstand and holds up the latest book he's knicked from the Black family library for this exact purpose.

Sirius raises an eyebrow. "You sure? I've read that one before. Couldn't last more than thirty seconds at a time without falling asleep."

Harry glances at the cover. He hasn't even cracked it open yet. "It's actually quite interesting. I've always been fascinated by... the evolution of wizarding legalese from 1500 to 1800." He internally winces as the subject matter is finally made apparent to his sleep-deprived brain.

Sirius pauses, clearly sensing that something's up. He must decide that now's not the time to probe further because he says, "Alright. You're stronger than me, then. Let me know if you need anything though." He begins to retreat and close the bedroom door but stops right before he actually does. "I forgot, " he murmurs, opening the door wide and stepping fully into Harry's bedroom. He approaches Harry where he's sitting on his bed. Harry tries to discretely shove the half-finished present further under the covers. "You had a letter downstairs. We must have missed it earlier. I only saw it when I was getting water." He hands over a rather thick envelope to Harry, who flips it over, notes the name of the sender, and smiles, relieved.

Sirius lets out a small puff of air, and Harry looks up at the sound. Sirius pastes on a rather strained smile. "Do you often write to Mrs. Weasley?"

Harry's brain scrambles for a response. "Erm. Not really."

He doesn't say anything else, unsure how to explain away the situation convincingly. A rather awkward silence settles between them. Sirius looks as if he's summoning the courage to say something.

Sirius takes a deep breath. "I'm here if you ever want to talk, Harry. I know the Weasley's have always been great to you, and I never want to feel like you're getting that taken away. But, I just want you to know that I'm also here, in addition to them. For anything. No questions asked or judgement cast. Alright?"

The letter slips out of Harry's grip, as he frantically waves his hands in front of him, desperate to correct Sirius' perception of the situation. "Oh, no, Sirius, I know! I swear it. We were just... planning Ron's birthday present this year. They wanted to throw him a party." The fib comes easily.

Sirius visibly relaxes. "Oh. Ron's birthday's not until April though."

"Yes," Harry's brain scrambles for an explanation. "But you know how Mrs. Weasley is. Always trying to stay ahead. She's already starting to plan the menu. Fretting between bacon sandwiches or chicken legs for the main course."

Sirius shakes his head, a genuine smile starting to form on his face. "Well you know my vote is always for chicken legs. Assuming I'm invited of course."

"You know you're always invited. Mrs. Weasley always wants an opportunity to make sure you're feeding me properly," Harry rolls his eyes. "And Ron thinks you're pretty cool too. Even though you broke his leg."

Sirius gives him a mock scowl. "Hey now! I wasn't in my right mind that night. And I gave him an owl to make up for it! Even though I was probably doing myself more of a favor than him. That damned owl was driving me mad."

Harry giggles, and Sirius' smile grows wider at the sound. He lets out a dramatic sigh and leans over to ruffle Harry's hair, ignoring the sounds of protest that come in response to the action.

"Alright then, love. I'm off to bed. Shout if you need anything, and I'll be here in faster than you can say chicken legs. You hear me?"

Harry nods. "Yes sir."

Sirius scowls for real this time. "None of that now, remember?"

Harry nods again, this time rather sheepishly. Sirius bends over to kiss his forehead before heading out of the bedroom, shouting a "Good night!" over his shoulder before he closes the door behind him.

Harry sighs in relief, pulls the present out from underneath the comforter, tears open Mrs. Weasley's letter, and gets back to work.

The morning of the 25th is bright and cold.

Harry is a ball of nerves as the breakfast plates get cleared away and the two of them prepare to go to the sitting room to open presents. Padfoot had barged into Harry's room at half past seven, barking loudly and leaping onto the bed, nearly giving Harry a heart attack in the process. He'd only finished Sirius' present in the wee hours of the morning and had barely managed to shove it into his desk drawer before he'd fallen asleep.

Sirius had dragged Harry into the kitchen for special Christmas chocolate chip pancakes and hot chocolate but had only allowed Harry to start eating once he agreed to don a ridiculously oversized Santa hat that matched the one Sirius had on his own head.

"If I'd known you liked Christmas so much, I'd have taken you to the Muggle mall to get a picture with Santa," Harry grumbles only half-heartedly as he watches the milk heat up on the hob. Sirius was adamant about making hot chocolate the old-fashioned way.

Sirius laughs loudly and hooks his arm around Harry's neck, pulling him close and planting a kiss on his forehead with a loud smack. "It's our first Christmas together, kiddo! First of many. You can get past your anti-morning attitude for that, can't you?"

"I gueeeeeeees," Harry mock-whines, drawing out the word as he adds the chopped chocolate to the steaming milk. He's secretly pleased that Sirius seems to somewhat enjoy his company. It shows he's not such a terrible charge.

"Thank you for your sacrifice," Sirius states dramatically. He gives Harry one last squeeze before releasing him. "Now come on, let's get to presents. I call going first!" He darts off to the sitting room where, overnight, a large pile of presents has piled in front of the eight-foot tall tree Sirius had dragged home one afternoon (with lots of swearing).

Harry gulps nervously as he pours hot chocolate into two mugs and tops them both with a handful of marshmallows. His hands are slightly shaking as he brings them both to the sitting room. Sirius is poking around the heap of gifts as he enters the room, and Harry spots the hastily wrapped, lumpy package he completed only a few hours ago.

Please like it, please like it, please like it, he silently begs as he sets the mugs on the coffee table. The sight of the gift is almost nauseating, and he keeps his eyes fixed on the hot chocolate.

Sirius turns at the sound to spot Harry and grins. "Alrighty, kiddo, what do you want to unwrap first? I did go a bit overboard this year, you'll have to forgive me. But there's plenty here from your friends!" He's practically vibrating with excitement.

Harry straightens his back and clears his throat. "Actually, do you mind if you do the opening first?"

Sirius pauses. "Are you sure? I swear mine are quite good."

Harry nods vigorously. "Yes. You can start with mine. It's right on top. The green wrapping." Let's just get this over with, he thinks.

Sirius picks up the package and shakes it gently. It makes no noise, and Harry can't help but let out a chuckle despite the knots in his stomach. Sirius grins at him and begins to carefully unwrap the gift.

Harry's legs suddenly feel like treacle tart filling. He lowers himself onto the couch so he doesn't pass out.

The wrapper paper gently falls to the ground, revealing a mound of knit material. Sirius unravels the pile to reveal a rather lumpy, oversized navy blue sweater with a slightly misshapen black dog woven onto the front.

Sirius doesn't say anything.

Harry's heart drops to his stomach. He opens his mouth, desperate to explain away the situation. "It's uh... it's... erm... it's a sweater? I made it?" As if that wasn't fucking obvious, he internally snarls at himself. He shakes his head, trying to organize his thoughts. "Yes, I, um, I made it. That's uh... that's Padfoot. On the front of it. I knitted it."

Sirius doesn't say anything.

Harry's words start coming out faster and faster, hoping something comes out that remedies this clusterfuck of an event. "Mrs. Weasley helped me. She sent me instructions. And the patterns? That 's why she was sending me so many letters. I didn't know how to do it. They aren't throwing a party for Ron."

Sirius still doesn't say anything.

Oh fuck! Harry thinks wildly. He's probably livid I lied. Oh fuck fuck fuck. "I'm sorry I lied to you! I just wanted it to be a surprise," he manages to get out. "That's why I was ordering so much through owl post. I had to get the yarn and the needles. And I kept having to order more yarn because I kept getting frustrated and messing up a lot. I didn't want you to know. Until now, that is. Obviously."

Sirius. Still. Doesn't. Say. Anything.

Harry wants to crawl into a hole and die. But for some stupid, idiotic reason, he keeps speaking. "I wasn't sure if you'd like the color? I actually realized that I don't know what your favorite color is. But whenever Mrs. Weasley makes one for me or for the Weasley kids, she usually does our favorite color. Or house colors. But I figured you have lots of things in Gryffindor colors? Like your wand holster. And then I noticed that you wear a lot of navy. So I thought that might be nice."

If Sirius doesn't say anything, Harry just might call the Knight Bus so he can step in front of it. He decides to get everything off of his chest before he has to do so.

"Mrs... uh... Mrs. Weasley made me one," he explains softly. "My first year. And every year after that. It means a lot to me. I think it was probably the first gift I ever got. And it kind of made me feel like part of their family? A little bit at least. So... so I wanted to give you one. Not from her, of course. But from me. So you could feel like a part of... our family?" His sentence embarrassingly ends like a question, so he hastily tacks on, "If you want to, of course."

Sirius finally moves, and Harry shuts his mouth. He gently sets the sweater down on the armchair next to him, walks over to where Harry is sitting, and pulls him up into the tightest, fiercest hug Harry has ever experienced.

Neither say anything for a few moments. Until Harry can't deal with not being able to breathe and squeaks out, "Uh? Sirius? I can't really inhale."

Sirius releases him quickly and takes a step back. "Sorry."

Harry feels awkward again. He clears his throat, hoping to fill the silence with something. "I hope you like it. But I know it's not done very well. So I can take it apart if you'd rather that. The shop said they'd take the yarn back as long as it wasn't too worn."

Sirius' head snaps up. "What? Harry, my love, I don't not like it. I love it."

Harry's mouth goes dry. "What?"

Sirius gives him a small smile. His eyes look suspiciously glassy. "Harry. You made this for me. You made this for me! It's my favorite color, and it's got me on it! Of course I love it. Not just because you took the time and the effort to make something for me. Because, my goodness, how do you even start with something like this? It must have taken you ages. But also because, well, you said it yourself. I mean, I already felt like part of the same family with the whole adoption bit and knowing you since you were a baby and whatnot, but it's always nice to know you feel the same. And I'm so honored to be a part of your family. Always will be. You have to know that, alright?" Sirius presses their foreheads together. "Alright?"

Harry nods, feeling a little something catch in his throat. He nods.

"Thank you for my gift," Sirius says softly. "I love it. No talk about talking it apart. I'll be proper mad if you do, you hear me?"

Harry nods again. Sirius releases him. He grabs the sweater from the armchair and pulls it over his head. The hem is uneven and the dog looks more like a cat once the sweater settles on his body, but Sirius only looks down at it and grins.

"Now come on, it's your turn to open presents. I don't think any of mine are as good as a handmade sweater, but I hope you like them anyway. And that's got me thinking, we ought to do a Christmas card no? Especially now that I've got a nice sweater on. Mrs. Weasley might tear up at the sight of a photo of the two us. Come on, come on, pick a present."

Harry rolls his eyes without any real heat behind the action. And he doesn't say anything later when he feels a burst of pride when he sees the photo they take in front of the Christmas tree that afternoon, Sirius wearing the sweater with the biggest, proudest smile Harry has ever seen.

He just bottles the feeling and hopes to remember it forever.

[insufferableprotagonistpoll]

Propaganda why Dean Winchester is insufferable:

Really mean to Cas (called him a child, zero respect for him, calls him family and casts him out when the angels are looking for him), and an absolute dick to Jack (threatening to kill him CONSTANTLY)

>Was a misogynist (loved to call women skanks, bitches, hoes)

>Used gay as an insult multiple time during the show's run (idc if he's gay an homophobic, that's still insulting)

>Beat up his brother for being possessed

>Beat up his brother for losing his soul (not his brother's fault)

>Used dubious consent to get his brother possessed in a different unrelated possession incident after possession was being used (badly...this is supernatural after all) as a metaphor for SA

>Threatened to murder his brother when he was hallucinating (yay we aren't ableist)

>Locked a child up in a box

>Threatened to kill the child he locked up in a box

>Made a creepy, sexual comment about a barely-legal high school girl

>Got the woman and kid he was living with memory-wiped

misogynistic scumbag. theres also a few different times that dean finds teenagers sexy with the most recent and prominent example that i can recall being the scooby doo crossover episode in season 13 where hes super into daphne who in the version they chose for the episode is 15-16 and is interacting with her as if shes a real person cause they got magicked into the episode. he treats everyone around him like shit and the only time the narrative agrees that thats a bad thing is when he has the mark of cain put on him and hes acting no differently than he does usually its just now acknowledged that hes treating others like shit. ive been rewatching the show for shits and giggles with a friend and wow he really does not treat anyone well but i wanna focus on how he treats sam for a second cause dude's hobby seems to be ignoring what his brother wants and lying to sam about doing stuff that directly concerns him the demon blood and souless things are reasonable cause those were both Bad for sam but theyre still part of a wider pattern and the most prominent example of this being when dean tricks sam into letting gadreel possess him and actually gaslights sam about it with the whole ordeal ending when its revealed gadreel lied about who he was and while possessing sam murders a friend of theirs. his voice is just also stupid as fuck im sorry this is just petty but he just sounds like hes trying so hard to be gruff n intimidating but he just sounds like a kid pretending to be batman

Dean’s list of sins is crazy long because of how long the show ran, but the key thing for me is that post-locking Sam in the bunker (season 4 I think?), I just can’t enjoy their relationship anymore. I normally love their sibling dynamic, but Dean’s ultimate worst past-the-point-of-no-return moment for me was demonizing (pun intended) his little brother for being “addicted” to demon blood, which only happened because of a series of events that were either Dean’s or someone else’s fault, not Sam’s. I also really dislike how the fandom treats Dean like this angel (pun intended) who has done no wrong and even tries to justify the MULTIPLE times he’s beaten up and otherwise abused his little brother. Canon Dean is like the polar opposite of fanon Dean: he’s homophobic and racist (jokes about a Black man being sexually assaulted in prison), misogynistic (take a shot every time he calls a woman a slur and you’ll die of alcohol poisoning), and abusive.

Propaganda why the Tenth Doctor is insufferable:

They’re so *edgy*

That one time he committed a genocide by drowning the last children of a near-extinct species (Racnoss) because their mother was evil. The closest anyone ever got to calling him out on it was when Donna noted that his take on a *different* set of weird alien babies (the Adipose) was a lot nicer than last time.

A combination of hypocrisy, sanctimony, and an equally insufferable fanbase. And the dissonance between what he actually does and how the narrative presents it.

[jellyfishjuliet]

kon going to therapy and being on meds would be a legit challenge, bc he would absolutely stop going and taking his meds because he has a good week, a good month even.

kon: “no imp, im totally fine, i haven’t thought about self-sacrifice and depersonalization in two weeks! :D”

bart, getting out his kryptonite-infused chains to tie kon up and manhandle him to the doctor’s office, otherwise he’s gonna commit a murder and that murder will be of kon: “you haven’t eaten in three days and mrs. kent said you’ve been talking to the cows about going to space without a buddy”

kon: “chill, babe, i just need some me-time!”

bart: “with the khunds!?”

kon: “live a little, bro!”

bart, who’s committing boyfriend homicide in his head: •_•

[lastofthe20thcenturygirls]

this hate towards im sol is so ridiculous it's actually just funny to me. getting mad at her then for rejecting sun-jae even tho she only did it because she was going back to 2023 and 19yo did not like sun-jae at all his heart was gonna get broken anyway. hating her for pushing him away after meeting him again in uni. and now hating her because she wants to save his life even tho she's literally putting herself in danger to save him??? like she has wanted to save his life from day 1 that's always been her primary goal she went back in time to save the idol who gave her strength to go on at her lowest. she obviously wanted to stop that life altering accident from happening to her and yet she ran out on d-day because sun-jae might keep waiting for her in the rain. it's really what she's been doing from the start. ryu sun-jae the singer is so important to her she always tears up whenever she hears him sing but still tried her best to change his career path because she was from the beginning working under the assumption he committed suicide possibly because of the shit idols deal with. and when she learnt it never was that but the fact sun-jae saves her and got murdered for that 15 years later so she started running away from him. all of this has always been very im sol of her. i mean someone trying to do just what they have been trying to do from the start and getting hate for that... what is the thought process here? what should sol do? just go on dates with sun-jae then when he dies hate her for being selfish and the drama for a bad ending? i just know y'all can't even handle sad or bittersweet endings even when they are perfectly done & make all the sense. also i genuinely think people keep talking about tropes and shit but don't even know breaking up and lying to save someone's life is a very old trope too and it's about selfless love. anyway i think it's just y'all hate female characters otherwise why not call sun-jae a dumb bitch too for deciding to put himself in danger for her

[crushedsweets]

Does Skully exist in your AU? What about other characters you featured on your blog like Helen and X Virus?

honestly, tons of creeps EXIST in my AU, but they aren't really core components. like they'll sort of wander around the forest, or they're a killer in a random state, unrelated to the main CRPs. MAYBBEEE still infected by the operator, but otherwise unrelated.

i'd love to make skully a more notable character. since theyre some sort of ... idek how to describe it.... cryptid? spirit holder? idk thing HAHA. they'd probably get stuck in the forest as well. maybe be actively against slendy and the operator, rather than just against the operator (as most creeps are). maybe work with zalgo, since zalgo is obv anti-slendy and anti-operator... which would result in skully being an antagonist to our main cast!

Helen is also in my AU, but again, not with the core cast. He grew up in Dina's cult, had a massive fascination with Dina herself. she was his muse and he painted her endlessly, not unusual as Dina was the cult's prized possession. after dina goes missing and the cult goes into disarray, helen commits mass murder (to replicate his 1994 massacre) and kills 17 members. he'd either die shortly after, flee the state, or go to prison for life.

x virus... im really not too sure what to do with him. ive been trying to get connected to his character for a while now, but it's kinda hard cuz i didnt grow up with him as much. i think he's either an unrelated killer in a different state. if i had to force him with the main cast, he'd be a new, young proxy for toby/kate to raise after tim/brian leave. there's really only one design of him i've been super fond of though...

in general, any character could totally fit into my AU and i have no objections, but the main 16 i have are the extent i plan on creating intricate backstories/relationships with! (for now, of course)

[cysomen]

im still debating on committing to a hannibal au but here's a snippet of a scene i've written !!

cw for blood and murder :)

“Oh, Sasha,” Amir murmured, eyes soft as met Aleksandr’s horrified gaze. His hands relaxed on the knife he had just slid into the man’s throat below him. The body gave a couple of twitches, grey and bloody hands shaking as the now-corpse attempted to shove at his murderer. Amir kneeled above it, and at the movement he shoved the knife in a further. With a quiet, vulgar tearing noise, Amir yanked it back out, studying the blood bubbling out from the wound before meeting Aleksandr's eyes once more. “I really wish you hadn't seen that.”

“A-Amir,” Aleksandr choked, still gasping out regrets that he was too late, too slow, too blind to save the victim. 

Amir stood, slowly, the liquid predator’s grace in his movements making him all the more striking. Aleksandr could see his muscles shifting under the shirt he was wearing, white sleeves rolled up but stained pink with blood. The darkest red over the front told Aleksandr enough about the wounds in the corpse would look like. He stepped forwards, the knife in his hand glinting under a layer of gore. 

Gently, Amir cupped Aleksandr’s jaw, smiling at him softly. “I knew you would find me again. I was worried you wouldn’t catch the signs I left, but you’re a smart man.”

“Why?” Aleksandr asked him weakly, locking his own hand Amir’s wrist and trying not to think about how the man’s skin was warmed by the blood. 

“Don’t ask that like you don’t know.” His voice hardened. “Don’t tell me that, Aleksandr.”

“He’s- he's the officer that found it,” Aleksandr answered, eyes flicking over Amir’s shoulder to look at the corpse, slightly out of place from where Amir had stood. “You killed him because he found your clue before I did.”

“That’s right. Good,” He praised, and Aleksandr forced himself to study the gaping wound in the corpse’s throat. “I wouldn’t have, otherwise. And then it got out to the public, and you couldn’t see it fresh,” Amir continued. “I left it for you, Sasha. I needed him to be an example.”

Aleksandr dragged Amir’s hand away from his face, the force to overcome the dried blood sticking their skin together leaving it stinging. The thought that this was his fault had him shoving away as bile crawled up his throat.

[sammyloomis]

i wanna talk a little more abt maxxxine and all the ways it coulda been better so spoilers under the cut if anyone wants to avoid

so like. that ending was so unsatisfying right?? and confusing??? maybe i just didnt get it

i feel like the switching between maxines pov on the hill, to her imagined future on the red carpet, and then back again to the hill felt really unnecessary and just kinda there for no reason, especially considering how short the red carpet section is

speaking of, how the fuck did she manage to shoot a man with a shotgun in the head (her own cult leader father whod committed mass murder sure, but still) right in front of the police whod told her to drop the weapon twice and…….. nothing comes of that?? she just goes back to set and a month later its business as usual. like girl your lawyer must be aces

the whole night stalker sub plot was so fucking pointless too, like it just didnt need to be there at all, they spent the whole movie like “oooo is it the night stalker??” when obviously it fucking wasnt and that narrative thread never actually impacts anything beyond giving the audience some more bullshit to try and keep track of. kevin bacon’s character is there to act as a punching bag i guess and only really served to pretty much Immediately give a huge hint on who was behind all of it

i just. god. it was so fucking disappointing man.

the way it ends doesnt even make sense thematically

like personally i think it would have made more sense for maxine to fail at that point, for the rabid way she tries to cling to her stardom after Just getting a big break ending up being her undoing just like pearl

otherwise whats the point in having all the similarities between them?? the have maxine doing the exact same fucking dance pearl does right at the start of the damn movie ffs

idk maybe im missing something aksbak maybe i dont get it n maybe im way off base with how i think it shoulda gone but geez talk abt fumbling at the 11th hour

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

YOUR OCS. can you talk about them 😳👉👈 im intrigued by their crimes

*CLAPS MY HANDS TOGHETER* I’VE AWOKEN OK. SO. RIGHT INTO IT.

Quick rundown of the world they’re in- monsters exist!! And people have to live amongst them even though most of them are very dangerous! So anyways into the murder lesbians :]

Janette Biswar (she’s 47 and suffering/hj) or otherwise this lady:

(oh no the way the images layout lmao but the last one is done by @iersei!) She’s an unwilling cult leader with the church her mum used to run (which is a cult omg) being handed down to her basically! (she completed a rite of passage to be the leader in her teens which was murder she does not like that) And at the moment she’s trying to dismantle the cult to make it a normal cult but then Adele Beckett turns up-

This is Adele Beckett (46 and loving her life/hj)

(i don’t draw her enough and the art on the right is also done by iersei!) SHE’S A COP! (acab) She also fights the monsters in the world they’re in. Transphobic and aro-phobic btw. She gaslight gatekeep girlbosses on a regular basis. (She has a husband called Josh that she was highschool sweethearts with him- he’s transmasc so they were a sapphic couple in the early years)

Onto the actual plot- a cop and a priest walk into a bar basically. (i’m not even joking) so they both do that and they flirt things are said and done woahh (they kiss holy shit :0) They end up sleeping togheter but before that janette was like ‘heyy i’m aro-spec let me explain what that means and how i don’t do romantic relationships” and Adele is like “uh huh. definetly listening” she isn’t. she does not care at all. So basically they have a friends with benefits relationship but then Janette is like “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE A HUSBAND” since adele is not polyamorous and did not tell Josh about it.

They split up, and don’t talk for a while until Adele’s son, Ryan, ends up being involved in a cult ritual that ends up with him getting his arm chopped off. Adele knows who did it (janette who did not agree to that ritual) and ended up getting revenge. In the form of arson. She was mostly commiting arson because she was just annoyed at Janette and a little bit for her son she isn’t a good mum. So Janette gets burnt alive and then ends up getting resurrected by weird blue spirits called Sprites that curse her with if she cuts her skin, little blue flowers and foliage burst from her skin trying to push their way out which is dangerous! So she has to stay out of town- in the woods- because everyone thinks she’s dead and she’s just planning her way to kill adele.

yeah. there is so much more lore i could go into but i will save that. for later. :D

Basically both of them have killed people and only one really regrets it (janette) okok anywayssss-

[malboraslihan]

hello friends <3 it's been a while since i posted a plotting call / interest post so i finally sat down today and wrote (more like assembled) plots / threads ideas i've been wanting to do. if you're interested in any of those LIKE THIS POST and i'll send you a message. just an important observation: we don't need to actually plot out most of these (some require working out details but that's it), if you want to write that plot with me just tell me which one and which muse you're interested and i'll write you a starter! so yeah basically, if you like any of those: * like the post * tell me which plot and which muse you want me to use (or which muse you think would work from your end so i can figure out who to use!) * i'll write you that starter

some need to knows... ig?

please do not worry about "making it fair" or anything like that, most of these plots are for my males and they're actual muses i want to develop so don't feel pressured to only choose one or all that.

on that same note, do not ask for a plot with one my girls just because you want one from my men. i honestly prepfer you pick plots you actually want to do instead of doubling threads and shit like that.

i'm open to plotting! but if we're gonna do it, i'd prefer we do it on discord cause the tumblr ims are always glitching to me and i keep losing tracks of things. so, if you wanna talk about things AND I'D LOVE TO, just lmk and i'll message you / give you my discord as well. (also, if we rp on discord and you wanna write some of these there, i'm obvs open<3)

these plots do not all need to be f/m ! i'm very open to make most of them f/f and while i'm a little more selective with who i write m/m plots, i'm willing to work things out if you have an idea :)

the bianchi reign

you're dating the mob boss / you're his sister / daughter and i'm his second in command but i can't stay away from you and you quickly realize it and we're flirting but if anyone finds out i'm dead

i'm infiltrating your gang to try and destroy it but we started sleeping together and it turns out there's feelings now but i just got an order to murder / kidnap you so now what

we were never close, i always thought you were annoying and now you fucked up big time on a mission and my father who's your boss wants to kill you but i marry you to stop him (insp)

i faked my own death to protect you/stop people from killing me/save our people and now three years later i send you a text asking you to meet me and at first you think it's a joke but then you come anyway and hi i'm alive (for noah!!!)

“we got framed for a crime we didn’t commit so now we’re on the run and having to kill and steal to survive and avoid arrest and now we really are dangerous criminals” au (maybe the crime was actually a fuck up inside the gang so now they're wanted <3) (for lorenzo or hazel)

the hawthorne family

you're dating my brother but he's constantly leaving you alone during events or even family trips to kiss my dad's ass and try to maintain his job so i keep you company until we're both drunk one night and i let it slip that i would love to kiss you

a plot where he’s a little too old for her but she doesn’t care. he thinks she’s immature and too reckless with her behavior. but she’s hellbent on proving him otherwise. so she applies for the position of his new personal assistant and he can’t help but appreciate her determination. of course he hires her but he does nothing short of giving her a hard time because this is her first job and she has no idea what she’s doing. but crap he finds her crying in the bathroom and his first instinct is to hold her and comfort her. he can’t believe he’s the cause of this and wises up fast. also maybe it has to do with his now urge to protect her. (for arthur)

not another rockstar by maisie peters.. just that toxic good old fangirl x stupid rockstar dynamic (for jean/hunter)

“you read one of my thirst tweets on a talk show and now my thirst is a minor internet sensation, so thanks for that” au (for hunter, jean)

‘we had a one night stand a couple of weekends ago and i really didn’t think i’d ever see you again but wow, now i’m sitting in your office interviewing for a job but all i can think about is the incredible s3x we had’ (for adam or arthur)

rich kids

a poly relationship, could someone who is just as rich as them or someone who isn't and they're spoiling the fuck out of them... someone who worked for one of them before or a friend idk (mostly for gigi, hunter and sara) (insp)

since i’m on a sugar baby phase imagine a plot where a college student is absolutely pampered by annoymous guy. all he asks in return is to be remained mysterious, occasion nudes, and all the attention he craves. she’s all too willing to give it for the pretty penny he’s offering. but her birthday comes around and he surprises her with a trip to see her favorite singer / actor with vip access / meet & oh hold a second, how does he know my name ? (for jean or hunter / hae park (nicha yontararak fc) / angel)

someone give me a thread where this rich dude falls for the normal down to earth girl nd introduces her to his world full of private jets nd yachts nd all that stuff and yES PLEASE

acotar/royal

we're fighting in different sides of a war and when we meet during a negotiation we find out we're mated

stuck in a mission together and we've always hated each other but then it's freezing cold and we have only one bed in this shitty cabin we're staying for the night so we should cuddle

you are supposed to get married to make peace between our countries/courts but we hate each other and we're constantly bickering and fighting and i think you might have actually tried to kill me once or twice (insp)

harbor springs

a plot based on ‘tis the damn season…. small town, childhood friends, one stayed put and the other moved away for college… now comes back for the holidays ten years later… pls

based on stick season by noah kahan: we were best friend since day one, dated during high school and broke up because you left for college / pursue your dreams and i stayed behind but one day i get a notification from you that you liked a photo or you shared a by pic and i liked and we just go back to talking and we're getting close again until you invite me to spend summer with you wherever you are and i actually been saving up money to leave town so i go and when i see you again i know i'm definitely still in love with you (for videl, keegan, ivy, patrick, angel, rani)

sports themed

(the nationals + tobias + gregory)

based on the trade by ki stephens: the hockey team has a tradition of trading dates during the end of season dinner and i invite you and make my best friend invite your roommate cause i wanna get with her but we actually start getting close and i fall in love with you but at the night of the dinner one of the guy spills everything (for benny or gael)

based on the deal by elle kennedy: i'll pretend i'm your boyfriend if you agree to tutor me and of course we fall in love (for benny, keegan or dane)

based on icebreaker by hannah grace: you hate hockey players and you say that to my face after i make a move on you so now i have to prove you wrong (bonus points if she's a figure skater and he has to help her after her partner bails or smt) (bonus points if they share the same rink so they're always bickering about late practices and shit) (for benny, keegan or gael)

he left his hometown to play professional and ended up breaking up with high school sweetheart because the distance and the busy schedule was just too much but a few years later he's won the superbowl and he's miserable and he meets her at some random party in his new town and wait she's engaged to someone else (for tobias, greg, benny, keegan)

plot where muse a is a star athlete on a professional team, and they go to a bar/pub after a great victory, where they meet muse b - a very attractive, bitter stranger wearing a fan jersey from the rival team.

 a frat boy who’s like every normal frat boy. he drinks too much, he parties, and he sleeps with random girls but everything changes when he’s around the girl from back home. the girl that really matters to him. he doesn’t want to admit that he likes her a lot but, that’s what it comes down to when one of the guys in his frat house wants to hook up with her and she’s perfectly willing. (for benny or keegan)

horror plots

some spooky muses i made <3

muse a and muse b get stranded on a roadtrip and are offered a place to stay by a friendly looking local, only to find out they’re a serial killer looking to make them their next two victims. ( + bonus points if they’re exes who literally just broke up minutes before their car broke down??? the drama )

based on x, we're renting a farm house to film a college project / independent horror film / porn and one of our friends disappears on the first day and then our car disappears and now we don't know what to do cause there's no one around and the nearest stop was a forty minutes car drive away

i made you join a cult with me (recruited you / joined with you / made you join whatever) but now shit is happening and you're miserable and i can't bear to see you like this cause i actually grew too fond of you so i don't know what to do but i keep protecting you a little too much and people are going to realize at some point (for ubon or milo)

misc

popular girl x her best friend.. bonus points if the popular girl has a boyfriend or is constantly hooking up with different people (for ivy, giovana, madeline, rani)

church girl + unholy bf (for rani) and the opposite church boy + unholy gf (for jacob, videl)

lacy by olivia rodrigo: you're dating my ex boyfriend but i'm actually obsessed with you and not really sorry that i lost him. (bonus points if they're in the same friend group) (for giovana, madeline, anastasia, grace, hazal, saja)

i really want a plot based two weeks ago by maisie peters.. the whole vibe of being in love with someone and have it finally happen before they need to get on a plane and go somewhere else? really want to explore the long distance relationship situation with all the jealousy and missed calls, timezones that don’t match (for literally anyone.. but some that i could see this working with are: jacob, videl, benny thompson, gigi, rani, ivy, pinar)

i'm pretty sure my husband/boyfriend is cheating on me so i go out to do the same but i can't just sleep with a random but then i meet you, my long time friend and we end up talking and laughing until i kiss you and we hook up but now i'm trying to work things out with my husband/boyfriend but i can't stop thinking about you (insp) (for anastasia, fatma, grace, nari / arthur, finnley, keegan, tobias)

“your ex hired me to make you fall in love with me then break your heart but oops i think i fell in love and now i’m conflicted what the fuck is happening i’m supposed to hurt you ow what am i sUPPOSED TO DO” (for gigi, gael, theo hughes (kaden h fc))

he fucked up big time but he never forgot about her and was constantly trying to fix their relationship until at some point he gives up and that's when she finally texts back / shows up at his door (for jacob, patrick, videl, arthur / hazal, verda) insp

a nice, shy, nerdy boy who literally no one pays attention to asks the popular, outgoing, ray of sunshine out and she was so confused and didn’t think he meant it at first but she agrees anyway because she doesn’t want him to feel bad because she sees that he really tried so hard to ask her out? and maybe it didn’t work out so well at first but he tries again anyway? it doesn’t work a few times because of her schedule but he’s really sweet so she agrees to another more because it wouldn’t hurt and by the end of the date he works up the courage to ask if he could kiss her and she reluctantly says okay - and completely underestimates him but holy shit that wasn’t a chaste kiss? and before she knows it her clothes are on the floor and he’s fucking her like a whore but she’s so intO IT? (for sebastian aka my luke hemmings fc muse)

accidentally swapped phones with someone at a party and don’t realize until their mom calls in the morning and you spend like three hours talking to this hilarious woman about life and when you go to her house to return her kid’s phone wow the kid is the really good kisser from the party last night au (for maddie, videl, benny, aurora, tobias)

we dated in high school, i wrote a book about you five years later and now you’re at a fan event asking for an autograph.. (for the writer: maddie / for the ex: benny, benny hawthorne, tobias, videl)

“i’ve lost my memory and idk who you are but i just have this feeling that i’m supposed to trust you” (for arthur, videl, jacob)

“i’m in love with you and i just watched you get proposed to by your boyfriend right before my eyes and now i’m upset”  (for jacob, patrick, keegan)

before trilogy inspired: we were the only ones waiting for a train but it was delayed for twelve hours / our next flight connection is not until tomorrow and we just decide to walk around the city and we end up kissing, i like you too much and i don't wanna lose this but it's time to go and we make a pact to come back here next month but we never actually do for different reasons and then 3/5/10 years later we meet again somewhere else.. (for ivy, rani, hunter or saja)

[csprslvt]

you and i, and her. pt 5

Chapter four

Summary: The journey to the WLF begins, Ellie and reader learn to communicate but still, their conversations are tainted with lies. Determined to find Abby, reader thinks back onto her memories. Where could she be? Readers dark past becomes clear to Ellie, still Ellie loves her best friend regardless.

Warnings: IMPLIED ATTEMPTED PAST SA, IMPLIED PAST GROOMING (reader is a victim of childhood grooming and attempted CSA) I am projecting, violence, first wlw heartbreaks, reader is lowkey a liar and a manipulator but whateva, Ellie is falling in love, but the burn is still slow. DESCRIPTIONS OF DEATH, DESPRICTIONS OF MURDER, sexual jokes and references lol, Ellie's sexy ass playing guitar ( I want her), reader wants her gf back, fuck that bitch owen!!! Ellies been in complicated relationships, foreshadowing fr

When Ellie had woken up you were gone. It was the early hours of the morning, sunlight creeping through the darkness. The air was dense and she felt anxious. 

Had you changed your mind already?

Her anxiety was relieved when you stepped through the door, holding breakfast sandwiches, already dressed and ready to go but with dark circles and slightly puffy eyes adorning your face.

“Hey Els”

“Hey.” Ellie spoke, fidgeting with her fingers. “Where did you go?”

“Breakfast for the road” You’d told her, holding up the food.

“Im really glad you slept”

“I was worried you changed your mind” Ellie blurted out, You set the sandwiches down, walking to Ellie and sitting on her bed once again,

“I'd never change my mind about you” 

Ellie flushed, all of this felt so…intimate, so romantic but she knew you didnt mean it in the way it sounded out of context.

“Okay.” Ellie responded, setting down her shaking hands on her lap. For now, her anxiety was soothed. 

You got up, stretching, a tired expression on your face.

“Did you wake up a while ago?”

“Yea, but it's okay, I’ll be fine. I promise”

Ellie nodded, getting up to prepare herself she walked away from you into the restroom.

When she was out of sight, your shoulders dropped, rubbing your weary eyes. Perhaps getting up and exploring so late at night and so early in the morning was a bad idea. But you had to find Abby before Ellie got to her first.

You knew you were spewing a load of bullshit to Ellie’s face. And maybe, if you were a better person, you would have felt guilty. But as every day passed, the more memories came back. Memories of what you had done, the faults of your distance past, the crimes you had committed. First was escaping the QZ at the ripe age of 14, killing the guards in your way without much guilt for your actions, then stealing from raiders and families to survive on the journey to the WLF. When you joined the group, you had met Abby, who trained you in swiftly ending lives and attacking the infected. You remembered when she had first lost her father, who was a doctor looking for a miracle cure.  She never talked about it much, she refused to bring back that traumatic memory, so you never got a name for who had killed him or why. But she knew, you wondered if she was still seeking revenge on that man. You had promised you would help her find him.

Just like how you promised Ellie the same thing.

Then you had gotten separated. Those memories were still fuzzy, but you guessed that you had been kidnapped, maybe kept hostage. Obviously you had escaped and were found by Ellie and Joel. 

Abby must think you were dead. Otherwise she would have found you by now. Right?

You shook yourself out of that headspace, you had a facade to keep up and thinking of Abby would break you down again.

Ellie returned from the bathroom, and it was just now that you noticed how beautiful she was. Pretty eyes, messy hair, freckles and toned arms. One of which was decorated with a tattoo.

As you had walked out the door together, in the break of the morning, you had asked,

“Where did you get a tattoo?”

“My ex-girlfriend Cat gave it to me a long time ago.”

“What made you want to get one?”

“Uhmm well, I had a chemical burn scar. It needed to be covered up, shit was ugly.

You didn't press any further, Ellie was visibly uncomfortable.

“Hm. Well the tattoo is cool”

Ellie smiled, “Thanks y/n”

You made your way to the horse stables once again. No one was really around and Ellie already gathered supplies. You didn't know how she had gotten your gun and axe back. But you didn't question it when she handed them to you.

“Here, so you're safe”

You gladly took your weapons back, rubbing the cool metal of the pistol, it had sentimental value as the first thing you had ever stolen years ago on the run from the QZ.

Carrying the axe on your tool belt, you slide the pistol into a leather holster section.

You got onto a horse, deciding to share one with Ellie so that two weren't suspiciously missing. Ellie was in the front, you gripped her waist, holding on pressed to her back.

The journey began. 

The first mile in was a silent ride, no commotion or infected so far. Eventually Ellie spoke up.

“y/n?” 

“Yea?”

“How did you…you never tell me much about yourself. I…would like to know more about you”

“Oh, hmm” you thought for a second, surely some information was okay to disclose, it was only Ellie. You could just avoid the entire ‘Abby is the love of my life and I grew up with her’ part

“Well. I was in a QZ my entire childhood. I escaped when I was 14.”

“Really? What made you want to leave?”

“I mean FEDRA was so oppressive, I was kind of super misbehaved in school and got sick of it. I impulsively ran away after an incident with a guard.

Ellie nodded in sympathy, she knew exactly what that felt like, your story was so similar to hers so far.

“How did you escape?”

“There was this one guard, he was really sweet on me, it was kind of creepy. He would give me things I wanted, magazines, candy, gifts. He treated me like I was special. I wasn't stupid, this man was a full adult, and he wasn't innocent. He clearly wanted things from me back. I kind of used it to my advantage, he would invite me to his home. He had no wife and no kids, so I figured he was a weirdo. I refused. He took me out of my dorm one night. But I didn't plan on allowing him to take advantage of me.” 

Ellie was tense, enraptured in your story

“What happened then?”

“So we went back to his room and he locked the door. He tried making a move on me. So I grabbed a knife that was conveniently next to the bed and stabbed the shit out of him.”  

Ellie froze, looking back at you.

“Wow. At 14? I'm so sorry that he was such a creep and that he tried assaulting you. That's disgusting. I'm glad he's dead.” 

“So, he obviously was screaming, and it alerted other people in the building. I decided that was my chance. I took a bunch of his shit, like the pistol I have now and ran.”

“You left? Just like that?” 

“Yea I was so pumped with adrenaline that I can't even remember how I managed to do that. But I made it”

“ Where did you go then?”

“I kind of just wandered.”

That was a half lie

“Wow, fending for yourself at just 14? That's crazy. Were you alone?”

“No, I met some friends along the way”

A half truth.

“Tell me about them”

Fuck.

“I met my ex girlfriend”

“Oh?”

“Yea”

“What was her name?”

Lie lie lie

Come up with a random fucking name.

“Alison”

“Hm, why did you break up?”

“Oh you know, we just went our separate ways.”

Literally. 

“So you aren't seeing anybody.” 

“No ones caught my eye I guess”

I'm still hung up on the person that murdered Joel. Oops.

Ellie nodded. She wasn't really sure why she was interested in your single status but she was happy with your response.

The rest of the ride continued with playful banter, Ellie was feeling like she could finally breathe when it was just the two of you joking around. As if for just a few moments she could allow herself to smile before her mind brought her back to the things that haunted her the most. She was getting attached, but that's okay. You promised you'd never leave her. 

Right? 

Arriving in a deserted city the two of you found a music shop. 

“Valiant music shop”

“Should we check for supplies?”

 You both got off the horse, Ellie first, holding your hand and helping you jump down.

“Man. Imagine this place when everything was intact… you could just goof off playing some instruments” 

“We should totally start a band Els”

Ellie laughed, it was the first laugh you've heard from her in a while, it brought you joy. You couldn't deny it, you had an urge to make her laugh. When she first smiled at you, breaking down her awkward exterior it was like you'd suddenly do anything to see it again. But there were certain limits to that, with Abby planted firmly in your heart, there was only so much you'd do for your best friend. 

“No we actually should, I’ll play guitar.”

“I call drums”

“Oh? Didnt take you for a drums player”

“I like banging on random objects it relieves my stress”

Ellie smirked.

“What type of banging we talkin?”

You gave her a shove, she tripped.

“Hey! I could’ve fallen and died from that!”

“You asked for it making stupid jokes like that you freak”

“Freak? Oh i'm totally a freak.” She smirked again, you gave her a disgusted face.

“Ellie oh my god”

“What? Just being honest”

“You can go take your honestly and shove it up your ass,I dont wanna hear it”

“Ass play? Didn't expect that from you either”

This fucking girl.

“Oh my god. Shut the fuck up!” 

“Okay okay, I’ll stop!”

You sighed in relief, glad her teasing was over.

The pair of you went to the second floor of the shop, Ellie found a guitar, preserved in its case.

“Hey! No way!” Ellie jumped excitedly

“Cool! Can you play?”

“Joel taught me…”

“Could you play me a song? I'd love to hear it”

“Yea, yea of course”

Ellie began to strum on the guitar, she sang and if she was anyone else you would have gotten second hand embarrassment. But this was Ellie, and she sang beautifully.

“If I ever were to lose you,

I’d surely lose myself.

Everything I've found here, 

I've not found myself…”

You watched Ellie’s hand as they moved on the strings, fascinated. 

“It's been a long time since i've heard music” you spoke, reminiscing.

“When was the last time?” Ellie questioned after her song was over

“Hmmm” You thought back

“I had a record player. It was a gift from Alison when we first started going out. I had like two records and i'm pretty sure she regretted getting it for me since I started playing them non stop” a happy, shy expression settled on your face and Ellie watched it with adoration.

“What songs were they?”

“Head over heels by ummm Tears for Fears, and the other one is embarrassing”

Ellie caught your eye

“No, tell me! I promise I'll keep it a secret!”

“It's called Love Fool by The Cardigans, came out in like 1996?”

“Never heard of that. What are the lyrics?”

“Hmm something like, love me love me say that you love me? It was embarrassing. The entire song is kind of depressing. It's basically begging to be loved no matter the cost”

Ellie pauses for a moment, lost in thought.

“Sounds like me to be honest” Ellie said in a self-deprecating voice.

You almost laughed, Ellie noticed how you held it in and grinned

“No it's okay, you can laugh.”

You giggled

“Sounds like you?”

“Yea I have this issue where I fall in love and it ends up so complicated. I kind of end up sounding like that.”

You made an awkward expression not exactly sure how to respond

“How many times have you fallen in love, Ellie?”

“Three times”

Your expression changed to a shocked one, for some reason you didnt think Ellie would answer with such ease.

“Was one of them Dina?” 

Ellie cracked her knuckles, a nervous habit.

“Mhm”

“Im sorry, that heartbreak must've been very difficult”

“It was but I don't think anything beats my first heartbreak” Ellie mumbled, thinking of Riley

“Yea, me neither” You only thought of Abby.

“How about you? How many times have you been in love?”

“Once” The answer came naturally, Ellie was surprised

“Just Alison?”

“Mhm, just Alison.”

“I'm shocked I thought you would have been more experienced”

“No one else loved me like she did, and I have never loved anyone else like I loved her”

“Do you…still love her?” Ellie looked away, the question itself, for some reason, hurt a little bit. But you were her best friend. 

“y/n’s love life is none of my business.” She thought to herself

Oh, what to say in this situation?  You pondered 

“No. No I dont”

Big fat  fucking lie.

Somehow, Ellie trusted your response and didn't push it any further.

You both headed back, Ellie once again, holding your hand to get back on the horse.

And as you gripped her waist, gently you rested your forehead on her shoulder. 

Ellie on the other hand, was much too satisfied with these touches.

“Fuck”

“Not this again.”

[mimzalot]

im a pacifist, but... (Claude von Riegan FE3H)

copied over from twitter - written circa 3H, prior to starting 3Hopes

kinda love that Claude is like "I'm as close as you get to a pacifist route, I like to avoid bloodshed" and his right hand man can kill you six ways from Sunday and left hand lady has a giant axe and can KO u in one hit and his named retainer is a war hero and –

not to get into it but imho this is actually a pretty accurate way of how “pacifism” tends to operate. Claude is the ideological focus but the pragmatic approach demands violence. and there's something to look into re: how Hilda, Lorenz, Judith and Nader carry violence in his stead

I think people get into this when they assess Claude bouncing his ideology off Edelgard's violence because that's essentially it - it doesn't mean Claude facilitates this violence, but of course a pacifist angle doesn't exist without something to oppose. so they work in tandem.

Claude deals in violence too, though I think he manages to avoid too much of it - but the necessary violence doesn't go away, and I'm interested in how it then becomes the responsibility of those in his immediate vicinity. some would call that cowardice. and they do!

on the flipside they could call it a sort of moral integrity that's difficult and must be protected. Claude distancing himself from the violence keeps Claude afloat, and they need Claude to keep his clear leadership. so protecting his integrity by violence is... good, then?

in any case I just love the dynamic of compassionate scheming diplomatic leader sitting at the centre of like five murder machines all willing to throw their lives on the line to protect his vision of peace whew yeah that's the good shit

and the best bit is that Claude is under no illusions, so if you consider that Claude always offers an out, and never wants bloodshed, and sees the inherent value of all people, then you gotta wonder whether he's withering away every time someone dies for his cause. aha! eek!

tis a moral conundrum, no?! he needs to empower people to fight for him even if he's morally opposed to the subsequent fighting. Claude doesn't deal in cognitive dissonance so you can rest assured that the violence he inspires is just as internalised as the violence he commits.

how do you sleep at night when you believe whole-heartedly that violence isn't the answer but have to choose that answer anyway? all the lords say "it's necessary" but the other two seem more inclined to say "and it's right" (whether they believe it fully or not) - Claude doesn't

also interesting to me that Lorenz prefers to avoid bloodshed and Hilda just hasn't really thought about it, because I think both of them need that guidance from Claude to avoid falling into that "necessary righteous violence" angle that war-faring Fodlan has BUT IN DOING SO…

they become frightfully powerful allies for Claude that are capable of all the violence, and also, all the sacrifice. so proximity to Claude's pacifist outlook bolsters your willingness to die for Claude, if you wanna look at it that way. damn LMAO that's rough buddy

Claude inspires you to live! and in doing so inspires you to! uh! die. for him, this time. whew. lucky Claude spent most of his upbringing fortifying himself mentally otherwise this spiritual predicament might just kill a guy's spirit haha hee hoo

and I haven't even started on Byleth, where Claude dumps the task of violence AND leadership. he doesn't feel good about it though. and the cool thing there is that Byleth is arguably not into the idea of needless death either, and is OP enough to handle it... which Claude knows.

I guess this is all surmised by the "yet you participate in society! curious!" comic where just because Claude doesn't like a thing doesn't mean he won't utilise every aspect of that thing because that's the resourceful, productive thing to do when faced with unbelievable odds.

addition: this is coming up a lot in the early chapters of Golden Wildfire where Claude is forced to not only respond with violence but facilitate violence among the unwilling Alliance as retaliation to impending war, which is a little moral paradox that really shows how difficult it is to match up ideals and practice.

similarly, I’m keen to get into the idea that an anti-war outlook is also just tactically sound from where Claude stands in the world, regardless of how he might feel about it. of course an Empire will see war as their tactically sound option, whereas an Alliance cant afford that sort of behaviour. it’s an interesting and ongoing exploration of the strength of moral imperative vs. tactics, and where they intersect, falter, thrive, etc.

really chuffed about this and figure I’ll have more to say about it when we reach the end - but it’s early days! Shez is a fascinating addition to this as the ‘merc that needs violence to thrive’ and I’m primed and ready for more intrigue to come.