#otp: the fog of war

[the-personiftranslator]

chat look they’re gay

uh this is very far into the future post final hyperwar, varholt never stops slaying though ❤️

[dangermousie]

The fact that dramas not only have a whole category of "came to fuck them over, stayed to fuck them" romance but there are enough of them to have subcategories like:

The person I love is supposed to end the world, let's hope it goes out with a bang. Ours.

See Till the End of the Moon, Legend of Fuyao, Ever Night, Shine or Go Crazy, Kingdom of the Wind

They are a literal devil but everyone has their issues, don't they?

See Doom at Your Service, TTEOTM, The Legends, Love Between Fairy and Devil, Chong Zi, Journey of Flower, Scarlet Heart Ryeo, Legend of Zu, Ice Fantasy

Yeah, they killed (or hurt) my family but I can make a new one with them and that's a fair trade

See Empress Ki, Moon in the Day, The Wolf, Captivating the King, Goodbye My Princess, Siege in Fog, Royal Nirvana, The King's Woman, A Love to Kill, Whisper, Hotel King, Prosecutor Princess, Gaksital, Secret, Cruel City, Queen Love and War, Giant, Bloody Heart

I want vengeance on their family - by being an in law from hell!

See Beyond the Clouds, Queen of the Game, Love Song for Illusion, The Princess' Man, Innocent Man, Green Rose, Spring Waltz

He's the villain with corpse decor but it's good he's got hobbies, I guess

See My Villain Husband, Different Princess, Is Xianzun Whitewashed Today, The Romance of Tiger and Rose, upcoming Yong Ye Xing He and Offering Fish to Master, Legend of Condor Heroes (secondary OTP), Love for Immortality, Word of Honor

I came to rob them of their goods but robbing them of their heart is way better

See Robber, My Journey to You, That Winter the Wind Blows, Baker King, Call It Love

They killed ME before, but eh, let bygones be bygones

A lot of the ones above (Xianzun, Tiger/Rose, Different Princess) qualify but also Love and Redemption...(ETA Bulgasal as reminded by @crookedfandomquill)

A lot of them fit more than one category, too...

God, we are so blessed! :P

[foralternateuniverses]

Rate the Ship - Vinsmoke Yonji x Sabo

NOTP | Ew/uncomfortable | Eh |Alright | I like it! | They look nice together| Let’s do it! | OTP | OTP of OTPs

Who realized they were in love first- Yonji

Who said “I love you” first - Sabo

How did they fall in love? – Yonji finds Sabo super cool (and likes how he can and will suplex/manhandle him) and keeps trying to impress him, Sabo thinks his determination and (mostly failed) attempts are really cute

How was their first kiss? – it's a sudden instance of mutual understanding during a soft moment, they both go in for the kiss slowly and when the gentle touch of their lips light sparks for them, they decide to keep going

Who proposed? – Yonji

Who is the best man/men? – Ace, Luffy. Ichiji, Niji & Sanji

Who is the bride’s maid(s)? – Reiju

Who did the most planning? – Sabo

Who stressed the most? – Yonji

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? – Judge, Stelly and Sabo's parents

Who is the one to instigate things? – both

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? – Yonji

Who is the stricter parent? - Sabo

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Yonji

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? – both

Who is the more loved parent? – both

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? – both

Who cried the most at graduation? – Yonji

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? – Sabo

Who does the most cooking? – Sabo

Who is the most picky in their food choice? – Yonji

Who does the grocery shopping? – Sabo

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? – both

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - both

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? – Yonji

Who cleans the room? – Sabo

Who cleans up after the pets? - Sabo

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Yonji

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? – neither

Who takes the longer showers/baths? – neither

Who takes the dog out for a walk? – Yonji

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? – neither

Who plays the most pranks? – Sabo

Who would have the others’ picture as their phone background - Yonji

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror- Sabo

Who buys the other cheesy gifts- Yonji

Who initiated the first kiss- both

Who kisses the other awake in the morning- Sabo

Gives nose/forehead kisses – Sabo

Who starts tickle fights- Sabo

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower- Yonji

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch- Yonji

Who was nervous and shy on the first date – neither

Gets jealous the most- Yonji

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day - neither

Who kills/takes out the spiders- Sabo

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk- Yonji

When I started shipping it- read a cute threat fic on twitter...

What makes me happy about them- they're just really cute, yk? with Yonji's excited puppy top energy + Sabo showing him the wonders of Revolution

What makes me sad about them- Yonji has been doomed by his father to be on the other side of the war that Sabo fights

Things done in fanfic that annoys me- this isn't really specific to this ship but when out of the siblings (not counting Sanji) only Yonji gets to free himself from/escape Judge (generally when only one gets to do it and the other are abandoned/left behind, it just so happens that I've seen it mostly with Yonji)

Things I look for in fanfic- the fics...

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other- I really haven't thought much about it tbh

My happily ever after for them- they take down Germa together uwu

[e-wills-afterhours]

Heeey. I have a request, Hiccup having phantom pains and Astrid taking care of him? Thanks!

A/N: Sure thing, Nonny. I think I wrote this very oneshot years ago, but I cannot find it, for the life of me. Might as well do an updated version!

And who doesn't love a little Hiccstrid tenderness, amirite?

Our beloved OTP is 17 here. I also seem to be writing a lot of Hiccstrid from the 5-year gap between HTTYD 1 and 2 lately minus RTTE...

Aaaaaand, I'm kind of okay with that right now. I hope you are too.

Rating: T (all of my work pretty much is unless I rate it otherwise)

Just One of Many Things

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If Astrid was asked to list all of the things she appreciated about Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, it would be long. Perhaps, equal in length to all of the things that aggravated her about him. Some qualities even held spots in both categories. His stubbornness, for example, could be quite the asset when he was in the right; but just as much a headache when he got stuck on some new harebrained idea.

She loved him, regardless.

Growing up amid dragon raids, she did not understand the old adage "opposites attract." It seemed counterintuitive. What held two people together who could not see eye-to-eye on anything? In those days, there was no one more unsuited for each other's company than she and Hiccup.

But then the fog of war lifted, and she finally saw him for who he was. She came to realize that they had more in common than she dared to imagine. They wanted the same things, from the world and each other; albeit their approaches were drastically different. Therein lied their beautiful counterbalance. Everything she needed was within his capacity to give.

He was patient and kind, slow to anger, and remarkably intelligent--almost frighteningly so. Generous with his resources and abilities, she seldom had to ask him for anything he hadn't already thought to provide. He was the calm to her storm.

But true to form, some of his other admirable qualities irked her as much as they endeared him to her--and in that moment, his fierce independence was the bane of her existence. He had a pesky habit of refusing to ask for help, even if he needed it.

The more she pressed him for the truth, the more he denied the extent of the problem.

"Just because you can suffer in silence, doesn't mean you have to," she huffed, arms folded. "You're not winning any prizes."

"I'm fine," he insisted, through gritted teeth as he limped toward the hearth, all but dragging his prosthetic along.

His gait was always the slightest bit uneven, ever since the Red Death took his left leg. One needed a keen eye to notice it; he had adapted so quickly. It made his exaggerated lurches all the more pronounced and worrisome as he braced himself against the mantle.

"You're in pain," she said, frowning deeply.

"It's just a little burning," he replied with a feeble smile, the faintest edge in his voice.

Astrid could make out the beads of sweat glistening on his brow and upper lip from across the room. The crackling fire illuminated them clearly.

"Hiccup, there's nothing there to burn," she retorted, pointing to his metal appendage.

He let out a dry laugh. "Really? I hadn't noticed."

Astrid clicked her tongue. Unlike him, she was prone to impatience. She strode across the room and grabbed him by the shoulders. With a sweep of a well-placed boot to the ankle, she kicked his good and steady leg out from underneath him. Looping one arm beneath his, she guided his fall and avoided further injury as he crumpled to the floor.

"Frigg og Eir!" Astrid, he hissed when he landed. "You don't have to kick my leg out from underneath me! I only have just the one!"

She crouched down in front of him, her expression flat. "At least your sense of humor's still intact."

"Are you going to be kicking that out from me next?" he asked, indignant.

She sighed and sat back on her knees. Her face softened when she considered his labored breathing and clenched fists. His mouth was a tight, thin line as he tried to force the pain down where she wouldn't see. But the suffering was plain in his eyes.

"Please, let me help you," she murmured, placing a hand on his knee. "I want to do this. Just...tell me how."

He paused for a beat, then said, "You really don't have to--"

"Hiccup...," and his name was a soft plea on her lips; one he never could resist.

A drop of sweat trickled down from his temple. He stared at her. There was obvious tension in his neck and shoulders. His left leg jutted out stiffly in front of him while he leaned back. It was as if he thought distance from his metal leg my improve things.

He finally relented with a shuddering exhale.

"Okay." He sat up a little straighter and repeated with more conviction, "Okay."

Astrid gently unfastened his prosthetic and set it aside. Not too long ago, he would have never allowed such a thing--to spare her from his indignity, or some such nonsense. But she never cared, and he had come to accept that. A quarter or more of the adults on Berk had some sort of fake extremity: battle scares of a bygone era. Nothing about Hiccup could ever repulse her. After all, she had grown up alongside Snotlout and the twins; and nothing was sacred anymore.

"When was the last time this happened?" she asked as she rolled his pantleg up over his knee.

"Months ago," he replied, teeth clenched. He breathed through the pain, nostrils flaring. "I don't remember. It's been that long."

"What now?" she asked, holding what remained of his lower leg in her hands.

He betrayed himself with a small whimper, then gestured vaguely at the kitchen. "There's a cloth or a rag. Boiled water on the pot on the table. Should just be warm now."

Astrid filled in the blanks, which wasn't difficult. She got up at once to fetch the rag and took it over to the pot of water that had more than likely been boiled for tea, or some other herbal concoction. With caution, she tested the temperature of the water with the knuckle of her pinky finger. Deciding it was no longer scalding, as Hiccup had said, she dunked the rag in. The excess water, she wrung back into the pot.

"Do I lay it on, or do I wrap it?" she asked, returning to where her boyfriend sat on the floor.

"Wrap it," he replied. Then, with a weak grin, he added, "Please."

Astrid nodded and wrapped the warm rag around the stump of his leg with great care, covering as much of the residual calf muscle as possible. She gave his leg the tenderest squeeze.

He let out a groan, head falling back as he supported his weight on his hands.

"No good?" Astrid asked in alarm. "Is it too hot?"

"It hurts, but it's perfect."

She wrinkled her nose. "What?"

"Do...that again," he said, making a kneading motion in the air with his hands.

"Massage?"

"Yes. But it sounds better when you say it."

She rolled her eyes playfully. "You're such a dork. I mean, truly-- the smartest dumbass I've ever known."

He flashed her a genuine smile then laid all the way back on the floor. She settled in a crossed-legged position and massaged the length of his lower leg, up to the knee, over the warm rag.

They stayed in comfortable silence apart from the occasional pop and hiss from the fire. Hiccup, lying down with his eyes closed, and Astrid, tending to the stump in her lap. It was peaceful and uniquely intimate. She'd keep at it all night to take his pain away, if he only asked, but she knew he never would. So, she did what she could for him in that late hour, running her thumbs to the bend of his knee with steady pressure. Followed by long, kneading strokes back down to the end of his limb, where thick ribbons of scar tissue and mangled remnants of flesh all came together, long stitched off. She wondered how much of her touch he could still feel. He had never told her.

She wondered vaguely if her parents were expecting her home. Time was of little consequence whenever they were alone together. The minutes either crawled or flew by; it didn't really matter either way. All Astrid cared about was easing some of the burden he carried. To help, to do something for him, was all she ever wanted.

Hiccup's breathing eventually evened out. His skin was no longer adorned with sweat, and all the tension had left his body. If she didn't know better, she'd think he was asleep.

"Hiccup?" she asked, cutting through silence, and it was almost jarring.

"Hm?" he replied, opening his eyes to meet her gaze.

"Does the pain always feel the same? Like your leg's on fire, I mean."

He thought for a moment, staring at the ceiling, then answered, "Yes. It happens far less often now than it did in the beginning. But the feeling is always the same. Maybe slightly less intense, but I can't recall."

Astrid shook her head. To imagine a sudden and unexpected sensation of one's own flesh burning was horrific.

"Well, that's awful," she muttered.

He shrugged. "Gobber told me this 'phantom pain' happens more often in the first few years. I might get to a point where it doesn't happen anymore. Or it could happen randomly and infrequently for the rest of my life. Who knows."

"I just...hate that it has to be you."

A silence fell over them again, much heavier than the last. He studied her all the while, his eyes appearing impossibly warmer in the firelight.

He sat up slowly. "I'm alright now. You can stop." When she shot him a skeptical look, he insisted, "Honestly, it's passed. These episodes don't last forever."

She sighed and handed him his metal leg, which he took after rolling his pantleg back down. The speed and finesse with which he reattached was always interesting--but what was more remarkable was that he never complained. Not once, that she had ever heard. Yet, he had brought peace to their island, and he saved the people that had chided him for years--but no one else lost limbs in that fight. Just one boy and his dragon, against an ancient monster, risking everything to stop the cycle of fire and death that plagued their people for centuries. The exchange seemed one-sided; that he should still experience echos of pain from that day, was a terrible injustice in her eyes.

"Do you ever regret it?" she asked.

He glanced up, brow furrowed, as if the question itself was confusing.

"The Red Death is gone. The dragons are free. Berk is safer for our people and our dragons. You're safer." He took her hand and gave it an affectionate squeeze. With the utmost assuredness, he answered, "No. I don't regret it. Not for a moment."

She closed her eyes and leaned forward until their foreheads touched.

"You're unbelievable, Hiccup Haddock," she said. "Completely unbelievable."

"I thought that's what you love about me."

"Just one of many things," she murmured against his lips, and he smiled.

[weeping-gospels]

I’M A SLUT FOR SHIPS LET’S GOOOOO

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

TAGGED BY: no one I stole this shit like the rat I am

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

- WARHAMMER FANTASY BETHANNE : Throt The Unclean / @warhammer-fantasy-muses . God, my all time FAVORITE when it comes to this verse. The dynamic, the emotions, the experimental whelp, UGH. I love them. And it was a slow burn too which made it a million times better. I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH I RRRRRRRRRRR GOES FERAL

- VISTANI/CURSE OF STRAHD BETHANNE : listen my DM has a reoccurring NPC called Vinny they’ve been using in their campaigns and since my bf and I have this plot going on with ratfolk, they turned this BUTCH FUCKING TOUGH ASS ITALIAN MOBSTER LIKE WOMAN INTO A RAT AND MY GAY HEART IS SCREAMING.

The party hasn’t met her yet, we only know of her through the fog memories how she acts and that was more than enough for me to KNOW I am going to pray this ship comes to fruition

TWO VIOLENT HARD WORKING WAR WOMEN???? ONE THAT’S BUILT LIKE AN ORC AND THE OTHER BARELY THREE FEET BUT CUTS THROATS AND SMOKE CIGARS??? THE BIG BAD VAMPIRE ACTING LIKE A SCHOOL GIRL AROUND THE TAKE NO SHIT HARD ASS SHORT WOMAN???? HOLY FUCKING CHRIST

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

This is a difficult question considering I play immortal beings who more than likely forgot their age and stopped counting.

However, all versions of Betty died early 30’s. Even the human Betty I play in LARP is 32. So, if your character is a minor, obviously not working out.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

When flirting turns into actual action. Then it’s either moved to like a private discord channel or strictly out below a read more with a trigger warning.

what’s funny is the fact betty talks a lot of hot shit and flirts but I can’t remember the last time I actually went through with smut it’s usually just implied honestly

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

Sort of? If the dynamic fits then hell yeah, roll with it.

It only becomes selective when it comes to not only my perspective but Betty’s standards. If your character is human, it’s going to be really fucking difficult considering she has a distinct distaste in them. If your character is a Skaven or ratfolk, expect to be flirted with and swayed over. Any other humanoid or creature has a fair chance.

But we also have to keep in mind that Betty flirting doesn’t equal a ship. Bitch LOVES to have one night stands and get pleasure — which means there’s usually no strings attached unless there’s chemistry. I love developing a story.

You also gotta be okay with dark themes because again, she’s not the best partner to have and will do some wrong shit. How awful it is depends on the character in question. Sometimes it’s vanilla, sometimes it’s why the fuck am I even with you jesus christ

If you can get past all that, then free balling yo I won’t shut up about them

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

@stories-from-the-warp as Skreech 🖤

@serpentofslaanesh as Lyss but I’d call this more like,,a fling possibly developing?? They’ve interacted a good amount so far and even if it’s not a ship I still love them 🖤

@hxnger-unbcund as Gluttony 🖤

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

nah just shoot your shot broski

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

oh god yeah I love ships so much I will definitely send you shit related to them and ramble because I am INVESTED

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

I love all my ships don’t make me pick weeps

but I really love w/w ships which is why I am so excited to start developing with Vinny once we find her…..I have a big lack of w/w ships and this is a rare opportunity UGHHHH

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

sHOOT YOUR SHOT REALLY

[solis-angelus]

We were too close to the stars

Title: taken from the song Reflections by the Neighbourhood. it's one of my all time favourite songs and I just can't get enough of it

Summary: Sirius misses his brother. Regulus wishes he had another choice.

Genre: Angst

Word count: 1k

Trigger warnings: slight mentions of blood, death etc (emphasis on slight. I tried to keep this as trigger free as possible)

Beta read by the lovely @screamingfae . Thank you <3

A/N: ok this is my first time posting a fic. I don't know anything about writing oh god. This is for the 300 followers writing challenge hosted by @lonely-dead-poets (sorry if it's bad). I took up the (familial) dialogue prompt "You can tell me anything, you know that, right? I won't judge you."

There's a lil poetry idk if it can even be called that. Also, there's slight fluff, along with all the angst.. to balance it a little ig? There's prongsfoot (otp or brotp- it's the reader's choice). K, here we go-

November 2nd, 1975

Late autumn air silently whistled through the grounds of Hogwarts, in little sighs, telling a strange tale of a time much better once. Weaving in and out, gently gliding over the long grass, silently stirring in agreement, by the Black lake. It rustled softly passing by the last of the yellowed leaves, as if reassuring the castle's inhabitants of some faint light of a time far way, amidst the dark and foreboding future.

Maybe in another life..

The future, that hung heavy in the air of Hogwarts, like fog after a cold December night.

Sirius Black sat by the Quidditch Pitch, his legs perched against the benches below, on the very top of one of the many stands.

The sun had already begun to set, team practice ending over an hour ago, yet Sirius found himself unable to move from his current position. It was starting to get cold, and the warm fire of the common room suddenly felt very appealing. But something seemed to hold him back.

So, wrapping his arms tightly around himself, he stayed where he was, silver rings glinting off his pale fingers, beneath the soft moonlight, his thoughts wandering between people, loved and unloved, places known and unknown, and the upcoming war that he knew he eventually had to fight in.

Maybe in another life...

If he hadn't been so engrossed in his thoughts, Sirius maybe would've, out of the corner of his eye, spotted a figure walking towards the Quidditch Pitch through the shadows. However, as the figure approached, he seemed to take notice of it and squinting closely, he could make out a Gryffindor uniform. Sirius was shrouded in the dark, in a way that prevented him from being seen at a glance from the grounds below.

He was, therefore, obviously surprised when the figure promptly started climbing up the stands, walking towards him.

"How did you find me?" Sirius mused, as the bespectacled figure of James Potter, tousle haired and cheeks flushed, huffed and sat down beside him.

"Saw you at practice today, figured you'd be here. It's your favourite place afterall," the other boy replied.

Sirius smiled to himself, despite the foreboding thoughts running through his mind a few moments ago.

Maybe in another life, where we weren't as broken..

"Why didn't you return to the common room earlier? Peter and I brought Butterbeer and snacks," he said, passing Sirius a bottle of the delectable drink, while opening one for himself.

"Didn't feel like it" he replied, taking a small sip and immediately feeling warmth spread through his body.

James took another gulp, and blew out a breath, it smelt like pumpkin pie, Sirius noted. They lapsed into a comfortable silence.

This was one of the very special things they had in their friendship, the times spent together were never awkward, and Sirius was really grateful for that. Given his present condition of mind, he really could use some peace and quiet to be honest, however unlike him that sounded.

After a few minutes of silence however, James spoke up, "What are you thinking about?"

Sirius contemplated telling him for a minute, after all James was his best friend; he had known Sirius at both his best and worst of times.

After moving in with James into his parents' house last year, his health, both physical and mental, to say the least, had significantly improved. Euphemia Potter had made sure of that. Ofcourse, none of it would've been possible in the first place without James' insistence to escape that hellhole.

It was in one of these twilight moments, when he actually thought about how much James had done for him, and his heart couldn't help but feel lucky.

The hazel eyed boy, looked over to him, with eyes filled with nothing but sincerity, he silently took hold of Sirius' freezing hand.

"You can tell me anything, you know that, right? I won't judge you."

Sirius sighed, he knew that if there was anyone he could openly talk to about the ongoings of his mind, it would be James.

And so he told him. Tilting his head, he looked up towards the greying November night sky.

"Regulus."

Maybe in another life, where we weren't as broken, I'd see the light, the life you held in your eyes.

Hesitancy laced his voice. His brother was a sore topic Sirius had tried his best to avoid his thoughts from spinning into. But something in his bestfriend's soft eyes and concerned voice made him spill everything present in his mind. As always.

James drew in a breath.

"I–" sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. "I'm scared for him."

James laced his fingers through the younger boy's, tightening his grip just a little at his confession, a silent gesture of comfort.

Sirius took in a breath, steadying himself, "I don't know what I'm supposed to do– or rather, what I can do to be honest- I haven't even seen him since the last–" closing his eyes, he tried again, this time finishing in a whisper, "since the last summer."

The picture of a dark haired, grey-eyed boy, resembling a somewhat identical younger version of him, almost unwillingly seemed to drift into his mind's eye. Except, unlike Sirius, this boy had dark sunken cheeks, with even darker shadows under his eyes, that appeared to mask an entire ocean underneath, or maybe it was a storm that was hidden.. waiting for the thunder to clash..

Maybe in another life, where we weren't as broken..

That was the last time he'd seen Reg. With a little trickle of blood, stark against his pale cheeks (result of one of Mother's dear old dark spells, the result of a failed attempt at defending his brother), as he'd stared at Sirius with those shocked, pleading, tear-streaked stormy grey eyes–

"Don't go–" he'd said– no, requested, "please.." A tear trickled down his cheek.

Regulus Black stared up from the Astronomy tower, sky dark against the wintry night, the little streaks of grey reflected in his glassy eyes.

Maybe in another life...

How he wished he could run away, he didn't want this, he didn't choose this– ..or maybe he did...

Almost sixteen, but far too young to die.

Maybe in another life...

He knew.

Once sworn loyal, there wasn't an escape. Once gone under, there was no way out.

His only regret, the choice not made..

The brightest star—

Regulus closed his eyes.

Dark black hair, shimmering under the summer sun; eyes so bright, he'd be blinded if he looked up, that infectious smile– Sirius.

The brightest star in the night sky.

"Run away with me." He'd said one night, looking up at the star-strewn summer sky. The night before everything fell apart...

"I can't–" Regulus had cried back.

How he wished... 

Maybe in another life, where we weren't as broken, I'd see the light, the life with you at sunrise.

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[unimooshi]

Christmas Fluff Snippet Megapost

(brought to you by your host Mooshi bc I’m stuck at home and wanna procrastinate cleaning my room :) )

Rated: G/Fluff

Relationship(s): Literally as many I can think within the span of 3 hours as they’re all basically 1 paragraph long. Feel free to read whichever ones you want I’m making word soup rn. We smackin’ tonight kings, queen, and royals in between😌😭✨

All relationships can be whatever universe you want, unless stated otherwise. Have a good time

Also please keep in mind that I haven’t read a lot of the comics and have a limited knowledge on the cartoons bc I haven’t watched some of them, but I’ll try my best to write out the dynamic as I see it.

1) Starscream/Optimus (StarPrime) you knew we were gonna start with OTP

“I know you wanted to visit Earth for a small vacation, but did you really have to choose the coldest of Earth months to visit?”, Starscream said with borderline disgust as he stared at the snow at the bottom of their ship, the only redeeming thing about the environment was the setting sun.

He kneeled down and scooped up a pile of snow, watching it crumble away between his digits. His internal heating system kicking into overdrive to compensate, little puffs of steam floating into the air. It wasn’t that it was cold, the issue was how wet it would be. The mess that would be made inside their circuits and the water dripping from exposed wiring made Starscream shiver.

“No, I didn’t have to but Earth has such a happy culture this time of year and I wanted to share that with you. I think you’ll like Christmas. Cheer up, let’s take a walk.” , Optimus planted a small peck on the side of Starscream’s helm and stepped outside, the soft crunch of snow following the Prime.

Starscream reluctantly stepped into the snow and groaned with how much water his sensors were already detecting, “How happy could this holiday possibly be with frozen condensation falling from the sky and getting into your circuits?”

“Well, according to what can be found on the internet, it’s an annual religious festival, but most humans use it as a time to see loved ones and celebrate their love for one another.”, Optimus took Starscream’s servo and interlaced it with his own, removing his battle mask to reveal a soft smile with blue optics to match, “and besides you can take a warm lather in the washracks later while I warm up some energon. I know you like watching Earth movies every once in a while.”

Starscream really couldn’t argue with his conjux and just vented out more heat, the puff leaving a trail of white steam as it floated into the evening sky. If being on a mud ball planet meant Optimus would be relaxed then he supposed it would be worth getting his circuits drenched for. Honestly, doing anything was worth it if it meant his Prime would stop thinking about his responsibilities even for just a cycle.

“Your strobes are blinking by the way.”

Starscream stopped walking and flapped his wings into view then dipped them low, brushing it off.

“It doesn’t mean anything.”

“I’m sure it doesn’t.”, Optimus rolled his optics and laughed, holding his conjux’s servo a little tighter.

———

2) Knockout/Breakdown (KOBD)

“Merry Christmas Knockout!”, Breakdown burst into the Medbay with a clumsily wrapped box.

Knockout nearly dropped his datapad and jumped from the sudden intrusion, his servo switched out for his buzz saw until he saw who it was.

“Breakdown!”, Knockout vented out and transformed his servo back, “Don’t scare me like that so suddenly.”

“I’m sorry, but I just wanted to finally give you this. I knew you just had to have it when I saw it and I really hope you like it.”

“All is forgiven. Thank you.”, Knockout casually tore away at the wrapping and lifted the lid, his optics glowing brighter.

“Well...do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it!”, Knockout unfolded the white stripe vinyl inside to it’s full length, laughing with a full smile, “You always know just what to get me!”

He put his gift down on the examination table and went to go hug his conjux, climbing up a little to properly plant a kiss.

As high as the mood was brought up, it was quickly shot down again.

“Wait, I’m not done with your gift yet.”, Knockout left for his datapad and scrolled through something.

“It’s alright, you don’t have to give me one. Your company is the only gift I need.”, Breakdown tried to comfort his conjux, but Knockout held out a servo to stop him.

“That’s a sweet sentiment, but it doesn’t feel fair if I had my gift before yours is even done and I don’t want you seeing it while it’s incomplete.”

“I’m sure I’ll like it even if it’s unfinished. The thought matters more than what it is. Can you tell me what it is?”

“Are you sure?”

Breakdown nodded excitedly.

Knockout sighed and handed over the datapad, “It’s only about 75% of the way done, but it’s a transcription of that Earth book you wanted to read but couldn’t find an online PDF version of it.”

Breakdown scrolled through the pages of words and felt his frame melt.

“I know it’s not as good as what you gave me but—”

“I love it!”, He lifted Knockout off the ground and squeezed, “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome but watch the paint!”

———

3) Bumblebee/Blitzwing (TFA Blitzbee)

Bumblebee wasn’t one for snow to be perfectly honest. Sure, making snowmen and having snowball fights with Sari were fun, but he mostly did those activities to make her happy as her best friend. The frosty windows on the base served as another reminder as to why he liked to stay inside where it was warm and there was plenty of oil to drink, so it was rather ironic when he started seeing a mech who could make ice and enjoyed just burying himself in the frozen stuff.

“Come outside my little bee~”

Random sang softly and taunted him from outside the Autobot base. The heat from Blitzwing’s system fogging up the window further. Everyone else in the base had retreated back to their rooms for the night, leaving Bee free to do what he wanted in the living room. At least, he would be if there wasn’t a giant beige and purple bot trying to get him outside.

“No way Blitzbrain. It’s beyond freezing out there. I’m not locking up my servos just so you can eat street snow again.”

Bumble whispered harshly and opened the window, a gush of frozen air creeped their way through the cracks of his frame. His central heating system kicked online.

Random’s glossa slithered out of his intake, “Aww why not?”

“Because it’s gross. And that’s saying something when it comes from me!”

Vrrrr.

“I suppose that’s true.”, Icy’s lips pouted outward as he pressed his digits to his chin. His sharp features standing out in the crisp darkness of the night, “But aren’t you the one always wanting to go out? Why is it so different this time?”

“Because time impossible to drive in snow and I don’t wanna deal with traffic.”

“It’s the middle of the night.”

“So?”

Vrrrr.

“So why don’t you want to come out here and spend some time away from this stupid base you tiny bug bot!”

Bee held a digit to his intake, “I’m right here idiot, you’ll wake everyone up and then they’ll see you and then we’ll have to fight.”

Vrrrr.

“You’re afraid of the snow aren’t you.”

“What? No. That’s not—I’m not afraid of it are you kidding me? Only sparklings are afraid of stupid things like that.”

“Ok, so you just don’t like the cold.”

“So what if I don’t?”

“Even if you can’t drive, it’s still a nice night for flying.”

Bumblebee’s optics widened, “Flying?”

“Yes. Calm winds, clear skies, no organics or bots in the streets, what more could you wait for?”

“You’re gonna take me flying?”, Bee’s voice rose in pitch and he looked up at his mechfriend with stars in his eyes.

Vrrrr.

“If you keep repeating the same thing I’ll crush you with this wall!”

Vrrrr.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen something go splat!”

Random laughed at his own morbid thought.

“Ok, first of all, don’t crush me. You’re like three times my size, you don’t need a wall. Second, as long as I don’t have to get my servos wet I’ll be there in a nanoklik.”

Bumblebee gave a quick peck before racing away to touch himself up a little for his small impromptu date.

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4) Megatron/Soundwave (MegaWave)

Megatron was busy. Again.

Soundwave didn’t mind it much as he just worked on his reports, but deep in his spark he really hoped he would’ve made some time to be with him. There was no such luck unfortunately. Soundwave knew his leader was always busy which is what made their small times together all the more special and intimate. Nobody ever saw the side of the warlord that he did and he was quite proud of that. It made him feel special.

>Soundwave.

A private communication line blipped open from Megatron. What convenient timing.

>Yes, Lord Megatron?

>I need you to send a message to Shockwave about the latest export of energon. There will be a delay because of Autobot meddling, but it shouldn’t take more than a couple earth cycles to have everything in order.

>Message received. Will be sent as soon as possible.

>Good. By the way Soundwave, I’ve left something for you in your desk compartment. Consider it a token of my appreciation for all you’ve done staying loyal to the Decepticons.

>Understood. Thank you Lord Megatron.

With that, the line cut off and Soundwave was left alone again in the communication center. His optics glanced over at the large compartment in his desk and opened it. Inside he found a small stack of datapads and one single use datapad filled out.

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‘To: Soundwave

Silent as a thief in the night

You crept into my spark and took flight

Your visor so full of mystery

Yet take away much of my misery

In war there is treachery

In war there is loyalty

No words could ever be strung to say how much you mean to me

Merry Christmas,

From Megatron

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A/N: I’m done with this post. Whoop. 4 short stories in one post. This is all I could crank out in a few hours. I didn’t anticipate this day to be so busy for me😭😭. I’ve been hanging out with family and dropping off gifts for friends at their door step. You can kinda tel I gave up at the end and poems aren’t really my thing. I’ll finish the rest tomorrow, so just pretend that whatever I post tomorrow was done today. Tell me what you think and have a nice night. I’m gonna pass out now. Mwah.

AND YES WHEN I WRITE MEGS IN ANY FIC HE IS A MUSHY BASTARD WHEN HES NOT AN ASS HAT AND THATS ON SOFT BASTARDS😌✨✨

[rockthistowninsideout]

DigiWeek 2021

Day 5 - Crossover

Pacific Rim AU

continuing from Digimon OTP Week 2017 and this fic. (Finally!)

   “What are you doing here!?”

   “You might remember that this is my Jaeger, too.”

   “No, I don’t remember that!”

   “Well, then your mind is even harder up than I thought. Little wonder we cannot pilot anymore.”

   “Oh, so you’re saying that this is my fault now?”

   “Of course it is! It’s certainly not mine.”

   “Are you kidding?! It was not me who charged at that Kaiju even though the Marshal told us to stand clear.”

   “Since when do you follow orders? And if we hadn’t attacked, the Nisga'a Nation wouldn’t exist anymore. Or at least would be severely damaged.”

   “Yeah, but you know what has actually been severely damaged? Flaming Eagle, our Jaeger! They’re still not done repairing him. You’ve saved a stretch of coast-”

   “- which is what we’re here for!”

   “- but now we’re unable to participate in any other mission!!”

. . .

   “Sir, can you not just order them to get their shit together?” Ranger Raleigh Becket asked Marshal Edwards as they watched Rangers Daisuke Motomiya and Miyako Inoue quarrelling in front of their Jaeger.

   Again.

    Raleigh’s brother and piloting partner Yancy giggled behind him and drew a line on a black board that was covered in chalked tally charts. “Argument number 165”, he announced with glee.

    The Marshal rolled his eyes. “This is not funny, Ranger Becket. If Flaming Dragon is ready to go again after mendings are finished but its crew isn’t then I don’t know what we are supposed to do. We need to be at our full force if we want to win this war. And this is not about wanting, it’s about needing to win!”

    “And if we just lock them up in a padded room and only let them out there when they live in harmony again?”, Yancy suggested.

    Marshal Edwards shot him a look. “These two are so stubborn, they’d probably rather starve than reconcile.”

    “I can’t believe that they really have the highest drift compatibility in the entire Jaeger program. You would never guess that when you saw this for the first time”, Raleigh said and indicated them still bickering.

    “If I hadn’t seen the stats, both about compatibility and kill count, myself I would have never let them on the premises. Not even our neurologists can explain this divergence.” The Marshal pinched the bridge of his nose. “And no, Becket, ‘opposites attract’ is not an appropriate explanation”, he said as Yancy was about to open his mouth.

   He snapped it shut again and looked at his brother. Raleigh just shrugged.

   Suddenly the Kaiju siren started blaring. “Dear mother of God, please no!”, the Marshal muttered before strutting away to the stairwell leading up to LOCCENT. Raleigh and Yancy had started to move as well, in the opposite direction towards the Drivesuit Room.

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   “Sir, we have lost Lady Danger!” the coordinator yelled but he didn’t need to state the obvious. The entire Shatterdome had watched the gruelling battle between G. Danger and Knifehead. How Yancy Becket had been torn out of the cockpit and Raleigh had ended the fight alone before the radar connection had been cut off and Lady Danger had staggered away into the fog.

    Marshal Edwards’ face was a motionless mask. Underneath, grief, anger, and denial were fighting a battle that none of the emotions could win. He gripped the back of the chair the coordinator was sitting on before issuing through gritted teeth “Dispatch the search party!” An armoured squad in helmets swarmed out down below.

    “Sir!”, the coordinator piped up again.

    Marshal Edwards closed his eyes, inhaling for a moment, before answering “Yes?”

   “The Kaiju sends life signals again. I’m afraid it’s still alive.”

   For a split second, the Marshal thought it to be a sign, help from above, to solve the issues between Rangers Motomiya and Inoue. But he quickly suppressed the idea again, it was spit on the wet graves of the Becket brothers. He leaned to the intercom and bellowed “Flaming Dragon, prepare for launch! This is an order! Two Pilots have died fulfilling their duty to protect humanity from the Kaijus and I expect you to honour their memory by suiting up and finishing the fight they’ve lost their lives in!”

   Down on the ground, Daisuke and Miyako stilled. Their first response, incidentally in unison, had been to shake their heads and talk back, simply out of habit, but then they knew better. The Becket brothers were dead, one probably eaten by a Kaiju and the other swallowed by the ocean. It would be a disgrace and go against every reason they had enlisted for if they refused service now. So instead of being uncooperative, they set off to the Drivesuit simultaneously. The J-Techs hurried to suit them up. The Pilots averted eye-contact with them, out of shame, while they were strapped into the Rig.

   Suddenly their antics, their constant bickering and arguing felt childish, unnecessary and completely out of place. This was a war they were fighting in and yet they had decided to put their own meagre disagreements before the welfare of humanity. When the female AI announced that both hemispheres were calibrated, Daisuke and Miyako looked at each other.

   “Ready for the Big Drop?”, Daisuke asked, in different circumstances he would have produced his trademark bright smile.

   “Ready when you are”, Miyako retorted before saying “I’m sorry.”

   “Me too. Now let’s do this.”

   Miyako nodded. At this point she would have added her cheerful “Bingo!” but right now it felt inappropriate. Instead she said “For the Beckets!”

   “For the Beckets!”

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   Yancy and Raleigh Becket were sitting upright in separate hospital beds, watching incredulously and in awe through the window between the infirmary and the doctor’s office how Daisuke and Miyako were bantering. What was so baffling to them was the fact that they apparently were sharing friendly banter. They were laughing - the Beckets could clearly imagine how loud it was right now in the office as both Japanese pilots had boisterous laughs - and hitting each other amicably on the shoulder every once in a while.

   When the Marshal entered the infirmary, the brothers turned to him. “What happened to them?”, Yancy asked.

   Marshal Edwards shrugged. He looked tired but relieved. “Some say it’s a miracle, others insist on common sense. I’m just happy that the drama is over now.”

   “Oh, I wouldn’t be so hasty”, Raleigh said and indicated the window. Yancy and the Marshal followed his index finger and groaned at the same time because apparently the mood between Daisuke and Miyako had turned sour again. They seemed to get physical soon if it wasn’t for the doctor who’d stepped between them.

   “That was a short-lived miracle”, Yancy remarked.

   Marshal Edwards just sighed.

[strawberryybird]

11, 19, 26! :D

AAH thank u!! :D

Favourite paralogue and why? i'll give it to Marianne's paralogue! it got me with the plot, it got me with the themes, it got me with the gameplay, i really enjoyed playing it!! i had to reset the map twice because i had terrible luck and terrible skill fhddjkhgfj it's such a bright spot in my deer's playthrough, but i love a weird gimmick and was delighted it brought fog of war back in!! or at least i was until i realised i had no torches in the convoy lmao (and for my own sake: Honerable mentions include: petra and bernies for instigating one of my otps <3 and seteth and flayn's for the everything <3)

Support chain(s) you wish had had an A support, and why? i'm just one of those useless lesbians tumblr told you about, i simply think dorothea should be able to a support all the other women <3 but slightly more on topic, i wish bernie and dorothea had an a support! they end on the promise to be friends, and i wanted to see that made "canon" so much!! also Leonie and Marianne, i very much wished for their conversation to carry on in light of their new understanding. also Ferdinand and Lorenz - whilst I like their supports as-is... god they should have been able to blush at each other over tea. let them a support i Beg.

Character(s) you started out disliking but ended up really liking, and why? hfdjgdfk ok honestly? i did not vibe with Felix in the beginning!! i just pure didn't vibe with him!! sylvain took up most of my 'prickly blue lion man' appreciation space in my heart, and i played lions really really late. but it was the fic All The King's Men by scatteringmyashes on ao3 that had me jump aboard the felix love train.. now he's very much one of the poor little meow meow men in my heart <3 But! the character who did that first, and did a far greater leap than 'neutral polite decline of vibes -> one of the meow meows' is Leonie! i forgot how much i did not get Leonie! I was so sad over my digital dad jeralt that i got so offended by her support chain. and then i went back and restarted deers, and suddenly she became A Favourite^tm. mostly as a weird saviour complex trying to rescue the potential for Things That Interest Me from her (purely imo) poorly written supports, but now i really enjoy how inarticulate (thats not the word i want, but it works) her supports are about what they show about the world of 3h, because that's her character! she's so disinclined to purple prose! she's blunt! she's amazing! <3 she stands in wonderful contrast to constance and ferdie's and lorenz's supports with each other, which are all full of metaphors and (perhaps..) lack the emotional instigation that leonie & byleth's support brings to the game. literally she makes the game for me now <3 if there leonie stans on earth i am one of them etc

[cs-rylie]

Shipping Wars (a fanfic.. seriously..)

I dabble in writing sometimes. This one, I'm proud of. So I'm sharing. I'm not sold on it being a one-shot, but the muse is else where.. What's a writer to do?

Summary: This is a rewrite of Emma arriving in Storybrooke, no curse, no magick, no fairytale backstory, modern au - that keeps to the facts of the story. I set things up to explore all the romantic relationships for Emma  (not just my OTP) because I think it's ridiculous for people to fight over who she should be with (hence the title). All OTPs are equally important. (even though I forever ship CS, I can still appreciate the others.)

Read on ao3 or ffn

Sneak Peak Beneath the Pretty Line (or clickable link, whatever...)

The Other Shoe

It was ridiculous.

She was being ridiculous.

And she wasn't hiding very well at all, sitting in Granny's, pouting over a now luke-warm (and spiked) cup of cinnamon hot chocolate.

It wasn't the chocolates fault. It was her, and this town, and the ridiculousness of everything and anything and she didn't even know -

When had it all gone to shit?

She'd been in Storybrooke a month, not even a whole month, and her luck just had to break or teeter or rev it's ugly head back up and do something about her vaguely happy existence she had managed to find in this tiney tiny God forsaken town.

She couldn't help but think over the month here, staring out the window, ignoring her cocoa, ignoring Ruby’s attempts at friendly supportive whatever. Emma’s attention was only partially on the raindrops pelting the window or the fog out there, which made it harder to spot her from the outside (which was a wonderful thing).

She was hiding after all, poorly or otherwise.

She may have thanked God or the Universe or the giant spaghetti monster or whatever for the rain and the fog that kept her hidden a little better than normal.

She should have just picked a better spot.

She had practically been dragged into town by her son, her actual son, who had found her, on her birthday, right after she made a wish blowing out her candle on her pitiful little cupcake like that was a thing she ever did. (Only every year.) Wishing that she wouldn’t be alone, like that meant something, like that was an actual wish granted moment because her life had ever been that simple and perfect and -

[the-personiftranslator]

[dangermousie]

Do you like your men to have private armies but prefer access to antibiotics? Come right on in...

Watching the delicious trashiness of Maid’s Revenge has inspired me to make a listing of my favorite (and not so favorite) warlord and warlord adjacent cdramas. If like me, you like your male leads with polished boots and a side of murder, come right in. From most to least fave.

Siege in Fog

My most favorite on this list, this is visually gorgeous and emotionally visceral. Plus, it’s not just ONE warlord, it’s a whole family of them! It follows a deeply dysfunctional marriage between a beautiful woman and a warlord’s second son, where they fight and angst and love and fight some more, all the while bullets are flying and bodies are piling up. If you like incredible visuals, insane chemistry, dysfunction by the bucket and not one, not two, but THREE hot warlords, come right in. It’s based on a Fei Wo Si Cun novel so I assume you know you need a lot of tissues.

To sum up:

Too Late to Say I Love You

Another FWSC adaptation! This is an older drama, done long before cdrama’s recent unwelcome slide into wholesomeness, which means epic makeouts but also a warlord that revels in murder (at one point he takes out all his potential rivals, including his loved sister’s entire fam.) The OTP is dysfunctional - they hate, then they love, then they break up but he can’t let go - and the chemistry is beyond insane, with Wallace Chung and Li Xiao Ran melting my computer. Also, for once, a happy ending!

Winter Begonia

Probably the only genuine masterpiece on the list (tho I love FWSC dysfunction best for purely personal reasons), this is a MM story (though being cdrama it’s not explicit, though quite clear) and Huang Xiaoming as a trader with a private army and Yin Zheng as an opera singer with whom he forms a bond are both!!! I highly recommend it.

City of Streamer

Should be called “City of Steamer” because those make-outs and chemistry are epic! Timmy Xu is a son of a shady businessmen (with a small army of gun happy goons) who falls hopelessly in love with an older governess (Jing Tian) who is out for revenge on his family. She starts out using him and ends up using him in a different sense, if you know what I mean! The plot derails a bit by the end but it’s still a great watch.

PS...

Maid’s Revenge

I am watching it right now. At only 10 minutes per ep, it skips plot and gives us the melo and chemistry we (and I mean I) crave and a guy whose muscles should be in a museum.

The Lady and the Liar

Hawick Lau is the ML and we all know this means “hot bastard.” He’s a crime lord with a goon squad falling for a lost heiress who loses her memory so he lies she’s his fiancee and deliciousness ensues. MMMMM

Arsenal Military Academy

Xu Kai is warlord jr but this is here mainly because of his awesome brother the businessman with murder squad. The drama is so-so (patriotism overtakes the amazing chemistry between Bai Lu and Xu Kai) but might be worth a peek.

Cruel Romance

(Can you say no to this face?)

Joey Chen has never worked in anything for me and this is no exception, but Huang Xiao Ming is dashing as hell as a sexy gangster.

Love In The Flames of War

The heroine is terrible (I kept rooting for her to get accidentally shrapnelled) but Shawn Dou is sexy as hell as a warlord. (In the novel he was apparently a rapey headcase; they made him lovely in the drama without making his wife saner which is...a choice.) I’d say worth it on FF for hotness and whippings.

The Mystic Nine

I tried. I tried to watch this drama three times. I could not. But William Chan as a warlord in a three-piece suit and cape is mega mega fine!

I suffer so you won’t have to:

Fall In Love

The worst drama on this list, insulting to intelligence of anyone above pre-school level, 90% of the cast, including the leading lady, incapable of acting, a plot that makes a picture book seem complex and fashion disasters galore. However, Chen Xing Xu, playing the smirky warlord, carries this mess harder than Atlas and deserves to be in another, better drama altogether. Oh, what wouldn’t I give for him as a proper FWSC warlord!

Honorable Mention:  Forward Forever - haven’t watched that one but keep meaning to.

[bayern-moni]

Ship Asks: El Cid x Mine

Author's little den: This is dedicated to @lamaquego that 4 months and 10 days ago asked me to write for her a fanfiction about these two characters and how their "love story" would unfold in a less unforgiving AU than canon. I have to say sorry to you because I'm not able to fulfill that promise, I tried but in this period just can't bring myself to write anything more than these posts, which are a sort of relief for me. So, this is for you, in exchange for that fanfiction that, like that love story, never was. I really hope you can like it 😁

For all the others who just read this post, enjoy it and spread word of this nice ship 👍

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(AU: Mine lives after the Gaiden's events)

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How would they describe each other to loved ones who haven’t met their partner yet?

El Cid: "She was a friend a long time ago. No, perhaps it was more than that. She was my favorite rival" (To Lacaille). Apart from that, don't be fooled by her elegant appearance, she was and still is an incorrigible pest.

Mine: The most stubborn man I have ever met! Although he seems quite intimidating at first sight with his sharp looks, he's quite funny to poke fun at. It was one of the few past times I had back then when the three of us lived together in that forest house.

(Don't trust if he says mean things about me, it's only envy)

How do they let their loved ones know they are dating?

They don't. Nobody cared if these two were comfortable enough to convey the news, because their "loved ones" just knew. Felser had called it since the very beginning and I mean it. Little Sasha had started sparkling with joy and didn't shut up about it for days, always trying (and failing) to stalk the couple. She was too happy that El Cid finally decided to have a life. Sisyphus became insufferable for the same reasons. Instead, the others never suspected anything: the doubt about capricorn having feelings at all was like a huge ham over their eyes.

Who still blushes when their partner compliments them?

You'd never guess it ;)

Who is most likely to check how their day is going?

When they were little kids training to reach the perfect blade, each in their own way, both often happened to forget about things like time etc... So the one that made sure nobody fainted from exhaustion was Felser. Then, growing up, the situation stayed the same got a little better. Now, Mine worked consistently less than him having left behind the obsession her dream had turned to, now she worked as sword-maker/sharpener in Rodorio -sometimes she even gave lessons to Lacaille-, but surprisingly El Cid is the one writing her more often asking for things like how the day at work is going, or just to hearing her complain about her clients. Mine writes more about the lines of "Did you remember to sleep this week between the trainings, you Spanish stakhanovite?"

(ok, the anachronism is necessary here)

Who gets jealous easiest?

None of them.

Who is the happy morning person and who is grumpy and just wants to go back to bed?

Starting from the fact that a "happy morning person" is more than not an aberration of nature (Kardia's words), the answer is that both are the grumpy type of morning people. Both Mine and El Cid are used to wake up to go and train at the crack of dawn since they were kids, but it doesn't mean they are happy about it. She is the one who complains loudly about it, but go ask Dohko what happens if he practices his new instrument at the early hours of the day. If you dare, I mean.

Who takes the longest to get ready and who is the most tidy and organised

Both are most tidy and organized, but El Cid reached a pathological level at it.

What annoys them the most about their partner? Would they change it if they could?

Mine is annoyed by his self destructive training schedule because she sees it is eating at him and plus they rarely get to spend a lot of time with each other because of it, but differently from Sysyphus and the others she does understand his motives and drive to become the holy blade himself. She literally consumed her whole soul for a similar goal, after all. She wouldn't change anything, though. Not even his emotional constipation.

El Cid could list a very long list of pranks that annoyed him. But nothing about her specifically. Only the fact that she let herself corrupt her noble dream in a demonic obsession. But he does not put it against her. It wasn't her fault, after all, she didn't want it, it just happened.

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt?

First of all, they don't even know what a t-shirt is. Secondly, she mostly wears women' kimonos (and quite revealing, now that we're at it), so I don't think it's a great mystery why they don't possibly exchange their clothes. Even if once Mine tried to bribe him during a bet, obviously, he vehemently refused and nothing could be done about it. Mine, instead, just doesn't like shirts.

Who plays pranks on the other?

Once, Mine used to sing in the shower with a very awfully shrieking voice with the sole goal of annoying his partner, who just happened to be a very light sleeper at the 3 am. Then, they were reported to the local police and she reluctantly stopped much to his relief.

Who says ‘I love you’ first?

El Cid. The trauma of seeing her revived as Phobetor's illusion and being forced to fight her to death broke every ounce of restraint left. As soon as they found each other again (because it's my AU and I can), that was the first thing he said. He couldn't take other blows on his too fragile heart. Risking waiting too much until she'd slip from his grasp again was out of question. By the way, he almost canonically said it in the end of the Gaiden so it's not too farfetched. She obviously understood this urgency and was delighted to declare that now they could really love and care for each other openly. In a real relationship. Then, she demanded a date, but this is another story.

Their reaction to the other beating them at something

Mine beats him at something: She gloats for the rest of the month, he's extremely annoyed and his pride battered, but he refuses to show it externally. If someone pokes him for it, though, he's met with a truly icy glare.

El Cid beats her at something: He looks like it couldn't go otherwise, Mine screams at him for a hour because he supposedly had cheated and then plans her revenge with Sasha. Because she embodies fair play.

Their favourite activity to do together

Talking about their shared dream and challenge each other at who reached the best results and showing their progresses.

The song that describes them the best

The Calling - Wherever you will go

Which one is most likely to get arrested?

Mine, definitely.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror?

He's too mature for these things, she'd instead rather use more refined method of writing. Like a good old note written in bloodlike tomato sauce saying "Remember to go to the grocery store", or something like that, to make him have a heart attack in the morning. She says it wakes you up like nothing else. He just see them with a raised eyebrow.

One headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

Reality

One headcanon about this OTP that mends it (or the plot of the fanfiction I should've written but couldn't)

Mine doesn't disappear when Phobetor is defeated and the mirage of Catalania turns out to be just that, an illusion. Instead, she finds herself to have been really revived by the dream god's power, much to both her and his breathtaking happiness. It's something none of them even dared to dream, the possibility of having a future, even if the prospect of the Holy War still stood as a Damocles's blade on their neck. Lacaille just becomes their self-proclaimed adopted son, no matter how much El Cid protested that it was ridiculous (she supported him, btw). They arrive at the Sanctuary where she is immediately welcomed with a mix of curiosity and respect by most of its saints. Curiosity because nobody ever saw a Japanese woman and she not even was a saint. Respect because nobody in their right mind had ever imagined El Cid of all people bring a woman between them, so she had to be really special. However, she is friendly with everyone and soon becomes friend of Sysyphus (their favorite topic of complain about El Cid's habits) and then, the little Sasha when she was brought there a couple of years later. The girl was delighted to be with another woman, just like she was with Calbera. After the war, El Cid survives, always because I can, but he's affected in daily life by the loss of his dominant arm and just doubles his training schedule for making up to his handicap, although Mine herself often berates him for it worried about him. Sasha is deeply saddened to see his inability to adjust to a life that doesn't involve war and death and orders to both of them to go and live their lives together in any place they want, like free and ordinary people who deserve to live happily after all they were put through. Like she did with Yuzuriha and Yato in Jamir. Both understood it and tried to do their best to fulfill the goddess's wish, even if life isn't always without problems. They did manage to get a happy life together and that's what is important.

Asks weird questions in the middle of the night

Sysyphus. If it were a modern AU, he'd be the typical insecure friend who phones you at ungodly hours of the night to ask you advice about his problems. And El Cid would be the friend who at first would answer it (because it could be something important) and then leaving the phone in the fridge until the call expires. Mine just would be amused at their antics and frustrated her sleep was interrupted.

Who can't keep their hands to themselves?

Phantaso

What is the most embarrassing thing they have done in front of each other?

Ask Felser if you really want to know. It's your only hope, because their lips are sealed shut on mutual accord.

First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight?

Absolutely not (they both nod). When they first met they had a strange impression of each other, like the other was an alien, staring with a confusingly fascinated air that made Felser to chuckle, amused.

She was a Japanese little girl, so lithe and short that made people doubt she was that age, with strange red eyes that he had never seen before (he'd see them again only when Tenma'll cross his way). But after the initial surprise, he descovered she was a mischievous little pest, who loved getting him exasperated only for the satisfaction of snatching a reaction out of him, with the complicity of the oldest of them. But her dedication to her work as a sword sharpener was truly something to look up to. He really believed she'd manage to create the perfect blade infusing her soul in it, like he was trying to do to his body.

To her, instead, he had seemed like a little crow. A scrawny vampire-like-pallid kid with eyes too sharp and old for his age, too responsible and silent, the perspective of spending years training together seemed boring at the time. But his accent was funny, like he tried very hard to get rid of it and learning their common language, just the way she did with hers (in the meanwhile it was Felser who translated for them). As it was his grumpiness in the morning or the fact he was so unused to gentleness that the moment he received a good word or gesture immediately clung to it like a lifeline. But still, he was too rigid, even for her who was the same. A perfect Nagagire who needed her to enliven his brutal training sessions. After all, she's sure the best holy sword would be hers, but who says she can't have some fun in the process?

No, it definitely wasn't love at first sight. But despite the beginning, they gradually recognized in each other such a determination, a desire to go beyond their maximum limit, the same burning, inextinguishable, complementary dream both lived to fulfill (together, possibly) that attracted them like a magnet. The very Catalania was the tangible proof of that.

Does their work ever interfere with the relationship?

Read: Why do they need to have a serious chat?

[twilightofthe]

Padme/Satine Pirate AU?

Another pirate AU for one of my fave rarepairs thank you So Much uwu uwu

(OTP prompts list found here)

Sadme/Padtine/Satidala/goddammit Padmé why are your names so hard to portmonteau 9 - Pirate AU: Who is the pirate? Who is the member of the royal family who did not sign up for this? 

(Padmé here is v loosely based off of the legend of French pirate Jeanne de Clisson)

Satine does not particularly like her life in the convent.  Hell knows-- begging pardon --she doesn’t quite believe what they preach, and many of the women here hold the stifling conservative views on women as the bastards back home that were the reason for her loss of land and title in the first place.

But she will not run away and she will not concede.  She will get her position as Duchess back-- the matter of the fact is that she is supposed to be dead, so for now it is living at the convent by the sea with the well-stocked library and resources that is not too far from her ancestral lands, and daring to send out letters to anyone she feels she might be able to trust, searching out who may be able to lend a sympathetic hand, or more specifically, resources.

Satine has a Plan, and a ship with blood red sails melting out of the fog one morning while Satine is tending the vegetable garden is not part of that plan.

Neither is a group of mostly women trudging up the beach and towards the cliffside stairs that lead up to the convent, covered in ash and-- is that blood?

The woman in the lead is in bright red and her brown hair twisted back intricately off her face.  Her face is youthful and her warm eyes are older than her years.  They glow in the overcast light and she speaks in a way Satine recognizes as high upbringing as she introduces her group as travellers in need of shelter and meal for a few nights; surely the women of the Good Lord wouldn’t mind?

Satine’s eyes land on the sword on her hip that is yes, still definitely dripping blood, and the woman assures her that they swear they will do no harm.  The convent is one that practices charity and offers shelter to travelers making a holy pilgrimage.  Satine is currently armed with naught but a basket of cabbage and carrot.  They will need the permission of the Mother Abbess to stay-- luckily, the Mother Abbess is Satine herself.

(An accident, honestly.  Satine had been looking for an opportunity when she had endeared herself to her predecessor, and was not expecting to inherit the job a year later, but she had given herself a respectable position and being in charge would offer even more opportunity.  If God existed, He surely could forgive her her pragmatism and ambition.  She had done well in the five years since, even if she didn’t terribly care all that much for the theism itself vs the opportunities for charity and helping educate young women)

She invites the strange group of women in.  She asks them to please not drip blood on the carpets.  Their leader introduces herself as simply Padmé.  She’s looking around, wiping the blood off her sword onto her stained skirts, and Satine wonders how it happened.  Padmé sends another woman off to send a message.  Satine wonders who it is going to.

Throughout the day, Padmé spends it in the library.  Satine finds her there, they talk politics and classics and languages.  Padmé is brilliant, and she has such ideas, such passion.  Satine hasn’t been able to talk about much more than religion for years.

Satine invites them to evening prayer, they accept, but she notices throughout that Padmé does not speak the entire time.

She asks her afterwards.

Padmé gives her a simple smile.  I am Jewish, she says.

She is brave, to admit that here, Satine thinks.  Life is harder for people like Padmé because the world is prejudiced and cruel.  She guesses from the bloody sword that Padmé knows a thing or two about the cruelty of the world.

Well, since Padmé won’t judge her for it

I don’t believe in anything, Satine says

Padmé laughs.  It is bright and clear, like birdsong.  And yet here you are, she remarks.

Here we both are, Satine counters, adjusting her habit as they sit beneath one of the stained glass windows.

Padmé can hear the question in her voice and fiddles with her bloodstained skirts.  She looks back at Satine and her gaze is clear and unrepentant.  

“I am here because the rest of my ships were separated from me.  They will be continuing my current crusade at the nearby fort along the northern coast.”

“Crusade?”

“I had a title once upon a time as well, Lady Kryze.  I was once Lady Amidala myself.  Have you not heard of me?”

The revelation of Padmé’s name removes all surprise on Satine’s part from being recognized; a fellow noblewoman would have likely heard of her troubles.  And she has heard of Lady Amidala.

A minor noble who caught the eye of the High King for her talents, Lady Amidala and her lands were favored until the King asked of her something she could not do.  As punishment, the king sent soldiers, burned her ancestral lands until there was nothing left and killed many of her people.  Lady Amidala had been forced to sell all her assets and had disappeared.  It was the biggest scandal amongst the nobility since Satine’s own deposing; of course she had heard of it.

Satine mentions she was unaware of the former Lady’s fate.  Padmé just cocks her head and asks if Satine has heard the rumors of the ships lost at sea, that never return?  

Satine has.  Merchants stopping by mention their fear to sail along the coast.

They are not bad storms, Padmé admits.  They are me, she says, and she sounds proud.  Padmé had tried to appeal to the King for a more equal society rather than the large gap in living standards between the nobility and the majority poor of the kingdom, had tried to make changes in a political manner.  But he had thrown her out and continued with his harsh laws, so now she will make herself known in a way he cannot ignore.  Padmé raids his ships and visits his seaside forts and razes them to the ground like he did her home.

Satine is stunned; violence like that is never the answer.

Padmé shoots back that is Satine not supposed to be dead?  Her authority was challenged by those who would refuse to cede her her rightfully inherited lands after her father’s death, and who overthrew her after she refused to either take a husband or to bend her laws to the favors of the more powerful and influential.

Satine stands up.  She is dealing with it, she explains.  She will regain her position rightfully and honestly and without another war.  It’s just..... taking her time.

Padmé stands up too, catches her wrist.  Is she not tired, in the slightest, of waiting?

Satine has been waiting for five years.

Is she not tired of inaction?

Satine looks at the hand that has been washed of blood but have still spilled so much, remembers what she once had, what she could once do, and the man who is in charge now, how her people must be suffering.

She takes her hand out of Padmé’s.  She cannot be like her.  She cannot start a war.  

She bids her goodnight, sends one of the other younger acolytes to show any remaining guests-- pirates, they are pirates --to their quarters when it is time to sleep.

Satine is awoken in the early morning by sounds of violence and shouting ringing throughout the stone walls of the peaceful abbey.  She is out of her bed and opening the door to one of the King’s royal soldiers if the uniform is right, brandishing a sword at her and grabbing her wrist in the same place Padmé did.  Satine barely has time to react to him before she is being tossed into a wall and as she lays there, stunned, there is more yelling and the slashing ring of metal, and another body crumpling beside her, and a small, strong hand pulling her to her feet.

Padmé smiles at her apologetically, saying that she and her crew have brought these soldiers here, where they thought they would be safe.

They should be safe, Satine says angrily.  Criminals or no, houses of God are not supposed to be desecrated with violence, should be open for everyone, and that is the law of the land itself.  The King is breaking the laws, he can’t--

Padmé tucks a strand of Satine’s loose hair out of her face.  Satine hadn’t even noticed she wasn’t wearing it.  Her head feels lighter without it.

They will not hurt the nuns here, Padmé promises.  If the King cannot protect his subjects, Padmé will instead.

Satine spends the battle in a nightgown wielding a torch.  She doesn’t hurt anyone, but she keeps soldiers back and escorts frightened nuns through the maze of the stone walls and into the crypts below to hide.  The aforementioned mazelike walls are what help Padmé’s crew turn the tides of the fight; having had a day there to get a vague sense of direction in comparison to the soldiers running blind.

In the morning, there is a rainbow outside and blood and death inside the convent.  No nuns were killed, thankfully, but one of Padmé’s was, and several soldiers before they were driven off.  The soldiers will be back, Padmé warns Satine, as her girls head back for the ship that, after all of this, was not even touched.  The nuns here will not be safe.  She offers to take anyone who wishes to leave either to the nearest nunnery, or to allow them to join her crew if they wish.

The other sisters are obviously distressed by this, but Satine feels a laugh catching in her throat at just how many take the offer to join the pirates.

And what about you? is Padmé’s question for her as they’re boarding the ship and sailing away from where Satine stagnated for the last five years.  The ocean breeze feels good in her hair.

“Do you want your lands back?”

Satine stiffens.  She does, of course she does, she wants to free her people, but--

She can’t condone retaking it by piratical violence.  She can’t do it.  It isn’t her way.

“Then come with me.  I’ll take you to the people who can give you the support you need to retake them honorably.”

Satine looks at Padmé and her sun-warmed eyes.  She would be here... while Padmé burns forts and ships.

Padmé’s smile is sharp.  Satine has her war, Padmé has her own.  This is merely a temporary combining of resources.

Whatever is so bad about a temporary alliance?

She holds out her hand.  It is covered in blood again.

Satine takes it and lets Padmé bring her knuckles to her mouth in a kiss.

Maybe she finally made a connection that would get her where she needed to be after all.

[joi-in-the-tardis]

I had what I can only categorize as a glaring Ace moment yesterday.  We were discussing all the new teenagers that are being hired to do Kroger Pickup (curbside grocery service) and joking that as they trained one another they looked like couples.  And then the comment was made that they probably are hooking up with one another because that’s what teenagers do.  Anecdotal evidence was supplied from previous jobs that were also full of teenagers.

And I stood quietly processing this information because it hadn’t even occurred to me that that was going on.  I spent my early teens with my nose in Star Trek novels.  My late teens with my nose in Star Trek fanfiction.  I was interested in sex, sure.  But, just like now, it’s a curiosity on a shelf of many curiosities not something tangible to seek after.

Yes, I was a teen.  Yes, I had crushes (a crush? some of them are debatable even now as to if it even was that or just trying to fit in).  But, the most I ever really wrapped my mind around was hand holding and maybe? kissing?? After that, there was the fog of war. lol  And, yeah, I had fully functioning hormones... they were just happy enough with lemony fic of my OTPs.

I mean, for crying out loud, the mental dissonance... It’s still shocking to me when full grown adults that both work in my store wind up hooking up (I am sure there’s a lot more of it going on than I begin to comprehend).  DESPITE THE FACT that the person who so broke my heart several years back worked with me.  And despite the fact that I have a crush on a fellow worker right now.  I dunno.  I don’t know why this is always a surprise to me.

[jilljoycearts]

For the OTP meme.~ ( 3, 11, 17, 21, 26 )

11 and 3 mentioned >here< Others are under the cut

17. What senses (sights, smells, feelings, etc). remind them of each other? Sight of snow: long way down the Frostcliff mountains on feet, finally learning who each other is; Sound of cracking fire + cold: same but more calm, they sang to each other when staying for the night in the abandoned Windmill farm, so they would remember each other’s voices when experiencing similar feels. Sight of morning fogs, smell of rotting leaves, moist, and autumn in general: the “recovery” period, while living in the Sun Coast (they arrived there early Sept and stayed till late Nov) Smell of fires, feeling unsafe ‘cause of the Coarek’s invasion, sight of the blooming trees: the most happy memories, methinks; time when their relationship started. (As you may know, I have many AUs and it’s for one of them, for others the war comes later, for this one have this fic illustration (hopefully will be translated to english someday)

21. How have they changed each other for the better/for the worse? Now that’s a good one They actually have been changing each other for 1,5-2 years while just living together and not being a couple, so I’ll be talking about that period mostly. For Siri it’s quite simple - she just looks up to him a lot when it comes to responsibility and commitment, and eventually she gets better with it. Also she learns how think not only about herself and to trust fully and same applies to Tharael actually. As for him - he is an extrovert by his nature so living with another extrovert makes him way more talkative and easygoing. He learns how to slow down that insane pace and how to chill. On the “for the worse” side for him would be not taking things seriously sometimes and making stupid and inappropriate jokes here and there. And as his sense of humour is very dark and salty as it, it can get really bad sometimes. Won’t be mentioning drinking as none of them goes over the edge with it, but “for the better” - Siri becomes less rowdy in general and thinks home and family > taverns and drunk adventures, though those still happen quite often.

26. What are their favorite parts about physical affection/sex? Gonna be boring here but it’s trust, first and most important. For Siri sex didn’t mean much at all, at least for the most of her life. It was -sort-of- not necessary but good-feeling need that she fulfilled gladly with the people she didn’t have strong emotional bond with. Pretty much same for Tharael, nothing emotional and only physical. But when they both understand what it actually takes to trust your body to another person emotionally they start seeing it differently. And speaking about more general things - it’s understanding, respect to the personal limits of each other, and fun, of course.