#she was fun to write for because she isn’t like

[covenofagatha]

taking requests, angel? if so...

I saw some Kathryn gifs and an idea came to me: Agatha, after a long and exhausted working week, asks female reader to have a date, but the date is on their house because Agatha is too tired to go out. Reader is happy, tho, because her love language is quality time and physical contact. Something like a dinner, maybe, idk... so they end up having a very lovely time together, cuddling on the sofa until they fall asleep. Smut or not in the end, it's up to you... but I'd love to read something cute from you:( I don't know if that's okay...

if you're not taking requests, I totally understand that! I don't want to bother you.

- 🌙

Fun fact, this is my first time writing something that's not meant to build up to sexy times! Also the fluffiest thing I've ever written so hopefully it's good!

Home is where the heart is

A change of plans in your date night with Agatha leads to a confession.

Word count: 1200

Warnings: fluff, softness

Still on for dinner and a movie tonight? 

It’s the text you sent your girlfriend, Agatha, an hour ago and she still hasn’t responded. This usually isn’t like her, but you know how busy work can get. And you know how tough the last week had been on her, but you were really looking forward to spending this Friday night with her. 

The two of you had been dating for three months now and it always seemed like the older woman wanted to do something, whether it be going to a nice restaurant or mini-golfing or painting pottery. Like tonight, Agatha is supposed to take you to the newest spot in town that just opened up and then you were going to see Corpse Bride as it was playing again in theaters. 

You would never complain about any of this, but you’re a little worried that Agatha thinks that you need all of this to hang out with her. 

A text from Agatha buzzes finally. Doll, I’m so sorry. You frown and pick your phone up, afraid she’s going to cancel. I’m so exhausted from work, how would you feel just coming over tonight for something chill? I can order pizza. 

You breathe a sigh of relief and type back. I would love that! See you later. You almost finish the text with a ‘Love you’ but neither of you had said it yet and you were sure as hell not going to say it over the phone for the first time. 

You also weren’t sure how Agatha felt. She was older and you weren’t exactly sure what she saw in you. She was beautiful and confident and wealthy and could have anyone she wanted, and yet she chose you. 

A part of you deep down is perturbed that this is just a fling for her. It would crush you if that’s what it was. 

But you bury that insecurity somewhere dark inside you and you get ready for date night. 

Since you’re not doing anything special, you opt for a comfy purple sweater and black leggings. You do put on lacy underwear just in case Agatha’s in the mood, but you are totally content if not. 

You just want to spend time with your girlfriend. 

You get to her house right at six, which was when you were supposed to meet anyway, and you only have to wait a second after ringing the doorbell for Agatha to appear. 

“Hey, baby,” she says, stepping to the side so you can enter. She’s wearing sweatpants and a tank top, hair loose, but she’s never looked more beautiful. You press a cheek to her kiss and she hums happily and follows you into the kitchen. “Sorry to cancel our plans at the last minute, I’m just so tired.” 

“No worries at all,” you reassure her, opening the pizza box that’s already on the counter. It’s your favorite kind and you put two pieces on a plate and grab a beer. She does the same and leads you over to the couch where you sit on opposite sides facing each other. “Everything okay?” You ask once you’re both settled. 

She sighs dramatically and her head flops back against the couch. You laugh and nudge her with your foot. 

Agatha looks back at you, mirth sparkling in her eyes. “It was just a rough week, hon. Lots of people bothering me, asking stupid questions they should know the answers to, following up on emails that they haven’t responded to. And I had to work late those couple nights.”

You frown. “I’m sorry. You work so hard and no one seems to give you the credit you deserve.” You take a bite of your pizza and chew it thoughtfully, wondering what else you can say. You know she’s been really busy and you’ve hardly seen her at all this week. 

But she leans forward and pats your thigh. “But this has certainly helped.” 

You raise an eyebrow. “The pizza and beer?” You ask innocently, fishing for more. She rolls her eyes fondly, knowing how much validation you like. 

“And the company, hon. You’re pretty great, you know?” 

You smile and squirm with contentment. “You are too, Aggie. I’m always happy to just sit on your couch and talk. I just want to spend time with you, no matter what we’re doing.” 

She smiles gratefully. “Me too, baby. Now, how has your week been?” You launch into an animated retelling of something that happened at work and she hangs onto every word. It takes you a bit longer to tell the story in-between bites of your pizza, but her attention never wavers. 

It makes you feel so warm inside how Agatha always pays attention to what you’re saying. She makes you feel so seen and you couldn’t be more lucky to have her. 

Once you’re done talking and with the pizza, she puts on an episode of Modern Family, your comfort show. You lay between her legs, your back to her front, while she gently strokes your hair. You trace lazy circles on her thighs through her sweatpants and it’s absolutely perfect. 

She tilts your head to the side and angles hers so she’s able to kiss you softly. It’s just a press of her lips against yours at first, but it slowly becomes more and your mouth parts for her tongue. 

It’s not a needy kiss though, not a kiss meant to lead to something more, it’s a kiss full of adoration and longing and intimacy. 

“You’re so perfect, baby,” Agatha murmurs against your lips.

“Not as perfect as you,” you say back and you can feel her smile against your skin. 

She lets you go back to the show and wraps her arms around you. You can feel her deep breathing and you feel so safe and warm that you start to doze off. 

Right before sleep takes you though, you feel her nuzzle your temple and whisper into your ear: “I love you, baby.” 

Your heart leaps and you suddenly feel more awake than ever. You whirl around so fast that you almost fall off the couch. Agatha’s eyes are wide and you think you see fear in them. 

“Did you just–” You start. 

At the same time, Agatha says, “I’m so sorry–”

You both cut off at the same time. You smile wider than you ever have before and you move so you’re straddling her lap. You put your arms around her neck and rest your forehead against hers. 

“Agatha Harkness,” you say. Her eyebrows raise. “I love you, too.” 

She closes the distance between you and kisses you again, this time with more passion. You whine and try to pull her as close as you can, needing to feel her body against yours as much as you can. 

“Say it again,” she says and you smirk. 

“I-” You kiss her. “Love.” Another kiss. “You.” She grins and gives you a long kiss and it eventually sizzles out and the two of you are just holding each other, your chin on top of her shoulder. 

“I’m so glad I cancelled our other date,” Agatha muses and you chuckle, squeezing her tighter. “Stay here with me forever, love?” 

You promise that you will. 

And when you both wake up in the morning in that same position, she tells you that she loves you again.

You hope she never stops saying it, because you know that you never will.

[chillypowder]

Powder Blue

Pairing: Jinx (Powder) x Reader

Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Act 3 Healing Vibes

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: Mentions of emotional vulnerability, brief discussions of chaos and destruction (Jinx being Jinx). Overall, it’s a soft and tender piece meant to heal your heart.

Summary:

Zaun isn’t known for its quiet moments, but you’ve always found them with her—whether she’s Jinx, Powder, or the storm in between. After everything she’s been through, you’re her anchor, her “sunshine,” even when she insists she’s the thundercloud. Tonight, beneath the smog-filled sky of the Undercity, you remind her that stars, no matter how hidden, never burn out—and neither does she.

Notes:

This is for all the Arcane lovers who were emotionally wrecked after Acts 2 and 3 (raises hand). I wanted to write something soft and dreamlike, like the kind of fluff you fall into after a heavy rainstorm. Jinx deserves peace and someone who reminds her that she’s more than her chaos. Reader is gender-neutral and full of love. Let’s heal together!

The air smells of ash and copper, but it’s soft, almost like the remnants of fireworks in a summer sky. Zaun always had a way of making things feel heavy, like the weight of a smog-filled sky pressing down on you, but tonight? Tonight feels different. Tonight, she’s here.

Jinx.

Or maybe she’s still Powder to you, even now. You’ve never been able to pick a side, not when it came to her. Not when her eyes, burning with chaos and brilliance, find you across the workshop you’ve quietly tucked yourself into for the evening.

“Hey, sunshine.” Her voice rings like a melody, mismatched and full of energy, dragging you from your thoughts before you can start wallowing. The door slams shut behind her, and her boots clink against the uneven floor. She’s bouncing on the heels of her feet, a grin that doesn’t quite reach her eyes spreading wide as she leans against your desk. “What’re ya doing in here all alone? Didn’t you miss me?”

You blink, still caught between the memory of who she used to be and the whirlwind she’s become. It hurts sometimes, like a pinprick in your chest, but tonight you push it aside. Because if there’s one thing you’ve learned, it’s that Jinx needs your steadiness. Needs the quiet you offer when her head gets too loud.

“Just working on something,” you reply, your voice soft, a balm to her usual sharpness. You motion to the half-finished contraption on the table—a little music box that you thought might make her smile. You don’t tell her it’s for her, though. Not yet.

She tilts her head, her pigtails swaying with the motion, a curious glint sparking in her eyes. “Ooh, what’s that? It looks... fiddly.” Her fingers twitch as if resisting the urge to grab it and take it apart. Jinx has always been like this—a hurricane with hands, tearing things apart to see how they work, only to put them back together in ways no one else would ever dream of.

“It’s... not finished yet,” you say, moving it out of her reach before she can snatch it up.

She pouts, her lips curving downward, and it’s almost enough to undo you. “You’re no fun,” she mutters, but there’s no bite in her words. Instead, she slides onto the desk next to you, her long legs swinging over the edge as she watches you with that unnervingly intense gaze of hers.

You let the silence settle between you for a moment, comfortable despite the unspoken things hanging in the air. The hum of Zaun’s machinery rumbles softly in the background, a lullaby of gears and steam.

“How was your day?” you ask eventually, glancing up at her.

Her grin widens, almost too wide, and she starts talking—fast and animated, her words tumbling over each other as she recounts her latest escapade. Something about a heist, explosions, and narrowly escaping one of Piltover’s enforcers. You know you should probably scold her, tell her to be careful, but the way she lights up when she talks about it makes it impossible.

“And then, boom!” she says, throwing her arms out dramatically. “The whole thing went up in flames! You should’ve seen it—it was beautiful!”

You raise an eyebrow, unable to keep the fond smile from tugging at your lips. “Beautiful, huh?”

“Yeah, like... like a firework,” she says, her voice softening just a little. Her eyes drift to you, and for a moment, something vulnerable flickers in their depths. “You like fireworks, don’t you?”

You nod. “They remind me of you.”

Her head tilts again, and for once, she doesn’t try to hide the way her cheeks flush pink. “Tch. You’re so cheesy.”

“You love it.”

“Maybe,” she says, her grin returning full force. But there’s a softness there now, a quiet understanding that settles in her features like a shadow. She reaches out suddenly, her hand brushing against yours where it rests on the desk. Her fingers are calloused, scarred, but warm. “Thanks,” she says, almost too quiet for you to hear.

“For what?”

“For... I don’t know. For putting up with me, I guess.” She shrugs, like it’s no big deal, but you can feel the weight of her words. She’s always been bad at saying how she feels, always hiding behind laughter and chaos, but you’ve learned to read between the lines.

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” you say, your voice steady. “You’re not something I have to ‘put up with,’ Jinx.”

Her eyes flicker down to the floor, and for a moment, you think she might argue, might push you away like she’s done so many times before. But instead, she stays quiet, her fingers still brushing against yours.

It’s a small thing, barely noticeable, but it feels like a victory.

The night stretches on, and somehow you end up on the rooftop, the city sprawled out below you like a broken mosaic of light and shadow. Jinx is lying on her back next to you, her arms stretched out above her head as she stares up at the smog-covered sky.

“Do you think the stars are still up there?” she asks suddenly, her voice softer than you’ve ever heard it.

You glance at her, surprised by the question. “Of course they are.”

She hums, her eyes half-lidded. “I dunno. Feels like they might’ve all burned out by now, y’know? With how dark it’s gotten.”

You don’t know what to say to that, so you stay quiet, your gaze drifting upward. The sky is heavy with smoke and pollution, the stars hidden behind layers of grime, but you like to think they’re still there, waiting.

Jinx shifts beside you, rolling onto her side so she’s facing you. “You ever think about leaving this place?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

You turn to look at her, your heart clenching at the vulnerability in her expression. “Sometimes,” you admit. “But not without you.”

Her eyes widen, just a fraction, and for a moment, you think you’ve said the wrong thing. But then she laughs, a soft, breathless sound that makes your chest ache. “You’re such a sap,” she says, but there’s no malice in her tone. If anything, she sounds... touched.

“Maybe,” you say, a small smile tugging at your lips. “But I mean it.”

She stares at you for a long moment, her eyes searching yours like she’s trying to find the cracks in your sincerity. But you’ve never lied to her, not once, and you won’t start now.

Finally, she sighs, flopping onto her back again. “You’re gonna be the death of me, sunshine,” she mutters, but there’s a hint of a smile in her voice.

The night ends with her falling asleep against your shoulder, her breathing soft and even as the weight of the day finally catches up to her. You stay still, not wanting to wake her, and let your eyes drift shut as well.

For a moment, everything feels okay.

And for now, that’s enough.

The music box sits on her desk the next morning, finished and polished to perfection. When she wakes, groggy and blinking against the morning light, her eyes land on it, and you watch as her expression shifts from confusion to wonder.

She picks it up carefully, like it might shatter in her hands, and when she winds it up, the soft melody fills the room—a song she used to hum when you were kids, back before everything fell apart.

She doesn’t say anything, but when she looks at you, her eyes are shining, and for the first time in a long time, you see a piece of Powder there.

“Thank you,” she says, and this time, you know she means it.

You smile, reaching out to brush a strand of blue hair from her face. “Always.”

Masterlist

[ye4gerism]

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐋𝐘 - 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

author’s note hi. happy thanksgiving. still writing the two final parts of good luck, captain. who knew writing smut could be so embarrassing? anyway, these headcanons take place in the world of good luck, captain. my requests are open - feel free to drop by

PRE - CRASH

• You and Curly had been talking about Thanksgiving for months. You had tried to convince him to come over to California but he insisted you come to Colorado to meet his maternal side

• You were really just trying to avoid this mom, who made it very very clear you weren’t the one for her son (in her eyes) and his weird roommate, Jimmy.

• You give in and months later you’re met by multiple cousins, aunts, and uncles. They’re actually pretty chill. It’s fun hearing their strong Australian accents going back and forth about if chicken or seafood is a better alternative to turkey

• Curly’s nieces and nephews are so in love with him and you fall even more in love with him when you see how much he cares for them

• “Isn’t he adorable?” Curly’s holding the youngest member of his family and you’re up against his arm, admiring the baby. “You two would look good as parents,” an aunt says.

• Okay, external family? Perfect. But his mom? Ooh…

• You try to extend an olive branch by presenting the pie you brought for dinner - she gives you a dirty look and goes on to greet another family member. You offer to help finish up with dinner - “You…don’t really look like you know what you’re doing.” You even breathing Curly’s air had miss girl fuming

• But your boyfriend, as usual, just smile nods and tells you that his “mumsie” will warm up to you

• This is the one holiday where you don’t run into issues with Jimmy because he’s fed - for free! You actually see him crack a smile once

• At the end of the dinner, you go up to Curly’s old room for bed. You’re cuddled up against him. “Can we do my place next time?” you ask, “Don’t get me wrong, the rest of your family’s nice…but I think you’ll like my Thanksgiving better.”

He looks back at you and chuckles. “I guess it’s only fair.”

POST - CRASH

• It takes a few years to get Thanksgiving on its feet in your home

• At the beginning, you’d both acknowledge the holiday and the hospital he was being treated at would send over a little Thanksgiving plate

• But when he could finally come home, you slowly started to integrate a lot of festivities in your lives, like Thanksgiving

• It’s really just the two of you - you rotate between turkey, chicken, and ham each year

• You watch a little bit of football before watching a Christmas movie on your couch before dosing off

[cheyisagirlkisser]

craving a soft, sweet make out sesh with vi

you can imagine s1 vi or s2 with this one, I know I definitely went overboard with the context to why they’re making out I’m sorry if this isn’t what you were expecting but I like making my requests unique. Thank you for this request though I kind of needed a break from writing filthy smut (as much as I love to do that, too)

Content: 654 words, soft make-out sesh, fluff, this isn’t sexual so if that’s what you’re expecting I have other fics!:3

I see Vi as the type of person to be rough when she wants to be but with you? She could spend hours just softly smothering your lips with hers, not even pulling away when it's over but rather resting her forehead against yours so she can feel the life of oxygen flow through you, the warm breath so she knows that you're alive and all hers. She likes to slide her tongue over you with no real destination or finish line and know that your heart is still beating just as fast as if she were doing more, but you know that she would stick by your side even if these soft, sweet kisses are the only thing she is given. It is all she needs.

🍥

Vi wasn’t much of a soft person, like, ever. Pretty brash and called reckless by almost everyone in her life, loved the feeling of fighting, and somehow, she was still soft as ever in the ways that counted.

With you, she craved to be soft. She trusted you with her heart enough that she would spill all of her emotions and issues out whenever the two of you were alone, let you comfort her so softly, and feel the way you softly squeeze her hand.

She can’t help it - not when you’re looking at her so sweetly as she tells you things she has never confessed to in her life before. She needs you, and so she cups your face and pulls you in for a soft kiss.

She doesn’t rush or force her tongue down your throat. Her lips are warm and you can slightly feel the scar on her upper lip against your lips and you just want to take care of her, make her feel like she will always have you. Because she really will. But strangely enough, Vi has a way of spoiling you far too much to even give you the chance to reciprocate, and so you’ll let her devour your lips in such a loving way.

Her hands pull at your hips and you soon find yourself in her lap. You don’t expect anything more to come from this, and that feels just right to you. Feeling Vi’s tongue softly lick into your mouth, feeling her hands rub over your waist but never too sexually or too roughly, it is enough.

You were always told that when someone truly loves a girl, they don’t always kiss her like they’re desperate to own her or like they’d explode without her. That’s good fun, but they take their time with her. They’re able to kiss her like they’re underwater and everything is simply slow motion because then, both of you are vulnerable and the drowning in each other’s lips takes longer. Vi kisses her girl like the two of you can kiss forever, and you can feel how she slightly quivers against your lips with all of her emotions forefront. She doesn't want to nibble on your lip but rather feel it between your teeth and pull away only to just feel your lips against hers, not even having to slide against them in any way but feel the way your lips are swollen and wet with her own saliva, it is so intimate with Vi and yet so, so sweet. When she loves, she loves deeply, intimately.

Her lips finally leave your mouth but only to trail sweet kisses down your jaw and onto your neck, soft pecks turning into the wet of her tongue branded onto your skin so sensually, you’re reacting all the same as if she were biting and taking you. She holds you while she lavishes attention onto your throat, softly tells you how much she loves you and how grateful she is to have you, and after a long while later she will hold you close to her and let you sleep on top of her.

[tthoroughfare]

kerosene (part 2) // ellie williams

*･゜ﾟ･* summary: the one where she breaks up with cat.

*･゜ﾟ･* pairing: jackson!ellie x reader

*･゜ﾟ･* content: sfw

*･゜ﾟ･* length: 0.8k

this is part two of this series! find part one here

I AM ENJOYING WRITING THIS SO MUCH i literally don't want them to get together because i just love yearning so much sighhh. i'm already up to the part where things finally happen and i know i'm gonna end up posting those, then going back and writing little extra parts to slot in where they're still friends. anywayyy hope you enjoy <3

something about the conversation makes ellie deliberate for weeks. it was the way you’d spoken about your relationship just not feeling ‘right���, the way she couldn’t really verbalize anything she felt like she should say about cat. she doesn’t know if she’s just overthinking everything. cat’s great. sure, she can’t see herself spending the rest of her life with her, but she makes her happy. they have fun. they have things in common. she feels like she starts to make a mental list of all the reasons they’re together, analyzing the relationship, analyzing her own feelings. she can’t shake the notion that now they’re settled in, the excitement of newness gone, she, too, feels like something isn’t ‘right’.

she hopes it just goes away on its own. but when just over a month passes and nothing has changed, she knows she has to just do it. 

it starts off as a regular day; she meets cat at a spot they frequent, stomach churning at the anticipation. she wants to just rip the band-aid off, but she can’t. the words won’t come out. she flounders around for a while, talking about nothing, knowing full well cat can tell something’s up. finally, when she straight up asks her why she’s being weird, she just comes out and says it. she wants to break up.

of course, she feels awful. cat’s confused, and crying, and asking all kind of questions ellie can’t really express any answers to. she’s upset about it, too. but she just knows in her heart it’s for the better.

it’s cemented when she’s walking back home, realizing she feels a little lighter.

she sees you properly again about a week later, when there’s an event in jackson. she really wasn’t planning on going, not wanting to risk seeing cat (not wanting to have to interact with anyone, pretty much), but dina had convinced her, saying she ‘can’t lock herself away forever.’

she walks in late, party already in full swing, and immediately spots you in the corner chatting to jesse. you haven’t actually spoken in a few weeks, just a greeting when you saw each other out and about, but you seem happier than you were before. she kicks herself mentally when she finds herself hoping it’s not because you’ve found someone new.

she awkwardly hovers around, getting herself a drink and sipping it, people watching. these things were never her idea of a great time.

after about ten minutes, dina appears at her side, visibly tipsy. “what the hell are you doing?” she asks playfully, gesturing at the room full of people. “you’re a single woman now, c’mon. get out there.”

ellie pulls a face, rolling her eyes and taking a sip of her drink. “yeah, that's definitely my style.”

dina lets out a short, exasperated sigh, taking ellie by the wrist and tugging her across the room, towards you and jesse. “at least socialize. you’re all… weird. more than usual.”

“oh, shut up,” she retorts lowly, but allows herself to be hauled over to the two of you. her stomach flutters slightly when she gets a proper look at you; you’re a little more done-up than normal, eyes sparkling in the warm light as you greet her.

she doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol or something else, but that night is the first time things start to feel explicitly different. on one hand, it’s similar to how it was before — the odd pleasantness dissipated in the air. it feels more like a real friendship again, rather than two people dancing around each other. but on the other, something just feels… new.

she actually ends up having a really good time. she spends the majority of the night with you, drinking more than you both probably should, conversation flowing easily. and when it’s over, she insists on walking you home, despite you saying dina’s staying the night and you weren’t going to be alone anyway.

she just shrugs and smiles.

on the short walk back, dina’s chatting your ear off, thoroughly drunk, but you can’t really focus on anything she’s saying. not just because of the fuzzy feeling in your head, but because of the way you’re so, so aware of ellie’s presence. you’re walking in between them, noticing the way she seems to gravitate towards you, swaying away slightly, then back in. you cross your arms, not wanting to accidentally brush against her, not really understanding why.

she lingers at the door when you get home, dina heading straight in and kicking her shoes off, flopping down on your couch.

“well… thanks. you’re free to go,” you joke after a small pause.

ellie shoots a lopsided smile, leaning against the doorframe. “welcome.” she pauses, like she doesn’t want to go, like she wants to say something. but she doesn’t. she just taps the doorframe and stands up straight. “see you later.”

dina yells out a ‘bye, ellie’, and you wave goodbye as she turns around to leave, trying not to think about the way that smile sent your stomach all funny. “get home safe. update me on the hangover.”

she looks over her shoulder at you as she walks away, chuckling. “will do.”

you go to close the door, watching her stuff her hands into her pockets and make her way down the street for a moment too long.

[maodear]

Yapping about the contestants Guardian’s!

TW: Abuse,drugs,SA and etc.

So not many people talk about the Guardian’s in alien stage. I will be making opinions on each, but I will probably write more about the guardians when my art-book comes. Which would have all the lore I need.

Shine 🩷 (Mizi’s guardian

As we all should know, Shine is the most friendliest and definitely the most sweetest Gurdian. She loves humans and has curiosity to them. Mizi and Shien definitely had the most closest thing to a Mother and Daughter relationship out of everyone else.

Shine wanted nothing but good for Mizi, which is probably why she wanted her to be in Anakt Garden. Mizi had talent for singing and dancing. I am sure that if Shine knew that Mizi would have to suffer and go through pain. She would have not done it at all.

During round 5, Shine was watching. And you can tell how she felt looking at Mizi. She looks so sad :((

In all of Mizi’s birthday art or official art with Shine. She looked so happy in each one, always smiling or having fun. Shine loves Mizi like a normal person would love there pet. It seems messed up but Aliens see humans as Pets. But Shine still loves Mizi as her

Urak 🖕 ((Tills guardian

Urak is the Segyein of Till. And I will say he sucks the most. He treats Till horribly, in all ways. Mentally and physically. Urak has had other of his pets compete in Alien stage, but he says that Till is different from all of them because of his personality. He goes on saying that He only kept Till alive because of his Musical Talent he has. Urak believes that a Gurdian should learn right away what their pet’s strengths are to see if they are worthy.

In round 6 flashback Urak is forcing Till to sing “Oh my clematis” which Till refused to, which Urak throws a bottle at him, pinned him to a table. And when Till does break free, He attacked another segyein. Urak then once again assisted in restraining him. It’s said that Till was also SA in that flashback.

When Urak was asked about round 6 in an interview, Urak says that the only thing that matters is winning. It doesn’t matter how, if he wins it all worked. He also does expressed that it’s possible for Till to beat Luka, given how much Urak invested in him. (Which ages perfectly))

As much as I hate to admit. Even if Till is alive or not. I’m glad he lost because Urak has set another of his pets for Failure. And I hope he knows that, no matter how much he abuses, drugs or whatever shit he does. It won’t work because he will always set them in failure. Over and over again and it’s his fault.

Apparently Unsha and Urak have romance..??

Unsha🐁 ((Ivan’s guardian

Unsha is the Segyein of Ivan. Unsha isn’t physically abusive to Ivan but definitely is mentally. He has horrible has Urak since both Mentally and Physically hurt as much.

Unsha bought Ivan for his wife since it was her birthday. Ivan was choose because of his eyes which he found intriguing. Unsha also does mention that he had just begun to venture into the pet human entertainment business, so the timing was perfect for him. Which makes me believe that Ivan was Unsha’s first Pet.

If I’m correct In an interview, Ivan claims that Unsha is well known and him and Urak had nothing more then a business relationship. Saying they weren’t close in any way. Nothing more nothing less.

When asked for his thoughts on Ivan's impulsive actions during Round 6, Unsha replied saying he was disappointed that Ivan essentially forfeited the round, and he thought Ivan had a lot of potential even before Alien stage. He also admitted to being curious about what Ivan was thinking during around 6.

He closes the interview by saying he felt like he learned a lot being with Ivan, and it was worth the loss. He lastly that he doesn’t intend to participate in Alien stage again anytime soon.

Phan💀(Hyunas and Hyun-woo Gurdian

Phan is the Gurdian Segyein of Hyuna and Hyun-woo. Not much is shown or known of her since she was never brought up.

I did find that Heperu has an interesting to her similar to how Luka is obsessed with Hyuna.

((Not my picture! I don’t own the Art-book yet!)

Heperu🖕🖕🖕 (Lukas Gurdian

Heperu is the Gurdian Segyein of Luka. I might get blasted for this but I believe he’s the worst one yet. He claims that he had made Luka overcome fear, which makes me wonder what kind of things he had done to Luka. As we know Luka as went through a test with was monitoring his heart rate, and stoping his heart completely. Luka barley shows any kind of emotion. But he was crying in that art, Heperu disgust me.

Heperu ego is very high I can tell, because in a interview he claims that all of Lukas achievements and his talent is because of him. And he should thank him always for making him perfect. He always puts Luka very high, saying he will win no matter what.

In one of Lukas official art it shows Heperu shadow being in a position in which looks like kissing.?? And his hand was caressing him. Luka also looked quite young too which just gives me more creeps.

In the music Video all-in Luka kissed Hyuna, which I want to say. Was because of Heperu. Usually when someone was SA they see as a normal thing and do it to another person. That would explain why Luka kisses Hyuna.

Luka has been out through so much stuff because of Heperu and like everyone else has. Luka as very right to be the way he is. Because of Heperu and how cruel he is, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Till did become the same way.

Heperu also has a thing for Phan, having an attraction to Phan, just like Luka has an attraction to Hyuna??

Neigh🐛 (Sua’s Guardian

Not much is known from Neigh, but from what we know is that Niegh sees pets as nothing more than dolls. She dressed them all out usually the same. In a white dress like a doll.

In Neigh’s profile it’s shown that she has 0% interest in Sua. Probably because Sua is a copy of everyone else there. They are all the same as emotionless dolls. With no feelings or opinions.

——<3

Pretty sure that’s everyone? When my art-book arrives I will make any other post on the Guardians probably.

I may hate every Guardian except for Shine, but they hold a lot of meaning in the story which I appreciate.

Thanks for taking your time to read all of this <33

[jumpingwjoy]

another watercolor painting!! im going through my pokemon sun playthrough as ricky, and this outfit is what i dressed her up in ^_^ i tried to match her band au fashion as much as possible 🫡

i’ve got game screenshots and long ass ramble under the cut 😭

realizing tumblr can let me ramble continuously as much as i want so i could talk about my thoughts and my previous pokemon runs too woaw...maybe i’ll post pics of those playthroughs one day, but probably on my main blog instead 🤔

here's ricky's current team where i’m at and what she looks like in game!! i was sooo peeved that twin tails are locked in post game, even if they don’t even look like ricky’s hairstyle at all, i just think she needs some kind of ponytail…i used to have her with straight bangs to imitate her three bangs style, but it kinda looked ugly af… :V

i’m just before vast poni canyon so gummy will soon be the rail gun beetle that ricky deserves ^_^ i decided on a sweets/dessert nickname theme, tho i did consider a norse mythology theme, but i thought she’d be more cutesy in a pokémon au/world where she is not in life threatening stakes.

i want to write out my reasonings for each pokémon pick too, this team isn’t exactly what i had in mind since it’s limited to the sun pokédex, but i’m pretty fond of them!! mostly, i thought she could have a non-dex rotom (but since it’s like this, her rotom dex is definitely named mike), and i also thought she’d have a porygon - but u can only get it post-game and i’d have to deal with trade evolutions o<-<

i also chose pokémon sun as ricky’s game since i headcanon her to be wasian HAHA specifically japanese and american/german - since hawaii is known for its japanese immigrant population (which is also reflected in the game itself), i liked the idea of her having an actual game background of immigrating from kanto

1. alolan raichu - pikachu is the iconic mascot, just like ricky XD alolan raichu shares her love of sweets, and i think lets her identify with being alolan too

2. vikavolt - he’s a rail gun!! ricky should always have fun with guns. i think ricky has an affinity with machines, and vikavolt has gundam aesthetics hehe. his pre evolutions are cute too, which i think ricky would like. notably he’s another electric type, a remnant from when i used to have ricky as an electric type specific trainer, before i decided to diversify types for eo teams. rotom also would’ve been another electric type…😅

3. metagross - another association with machines—it reminds me of gladsheim as well. i like the juxtaposition of this hulking creature made of metal next to ricky too. showing off her cute and cool sides...

its name is ike as a companion to mike, making them fit into the sweets theme LOL

4. wigglytuff - i headcanon that ricky enjoys singing (and is the lead singer in band au) so i wanted a music related pokémon. maybe in universe, she would stay as a jigglypuff?

5. toucannon - also because of gun. i actually hunted a shiny version, bc it looks like the bi pride flag aghdjshfd. i think ricky can be prone to have a temper, matching toucannon's angry look

6. alolan ninetales - ok so i was conflicted bc i wanted an ice type, as a reference to ricky’s cryo sleep lol, and i was also considering vanillite bc ice cream… but its moveset sucks ass!!! sorry!!!! i do like ninetales as an additional reference to her heritage though…i have vanillite in rosa’s hypothetical team too so it wasn’t really meant for ricky in the first place :P

honorable mentions:

i chose litten as her starter since i think she’s a cat person, and also someone who likes buff people……….

vanillite like i mentioned—harder to catch than i thought cause it needs to be snowing for this guy to show up as an sos helper >:0

alolan exeggutor - long long yggdrasil

this turned out a lot longer than i thought im not used to writing down so much even in tweet threads but it was fun to spill out some of the very specific things i think about in my day to day lol...if you somehow read all of this, thank you for your time wakjhsdg 🙇🏻‍♀️

[citranna]

I feel like the main difference between Cassandra’s and Damian’s childhoods is affection, and what leads them to struggle after the fact.

Although some like to write Damian’s upbringing as cold and unforgiving—which it was, don’t get me wrong—people tend to forget that there were most definitely good moments peppered in. It wasn’t all bad. Talia loves her son so much it hurts, and despite the harsh training she allowed him moments of weakness, hidden away from everyone else. Instructors who were too hard on him were punished, and as heir apparent he could be doted on in the form of luxuries one could only dream of affording.

Ras wasn’t all bad either in some comics. You can see moments where it’s very obvious he loves his daughter and his grandson. Although it’s most obvious in his braid era in Robin (2021) and onwards, it’s clear that even during Damian’s time with the league he has soft moments. His weakness, the weakness he so vehemently detests, is his family. Multiple times he refuses to raise a sword to his daughter and grandson. He expresses pride in both of them. What he does, he does out of what he believes is necessity. The horrors he witnessed drove him to this point; his strong desire to protect the Earth comes from this. After all, where else did Damian get his love of animals from?

Imagine Ras reading a story to him before bed, on those few nights where he can step away from it all, and not find it in his heart to critique Damian’s form during training that day. A rich and sweeping tale spoken from the heart, weaving stories of boys and wolves and grand oak. Talia teaching him basic, domestic chores in pauses in-between sword fighting. He may be the future demons head, but it’s important to know how to do these things himself. Laughs shared as he fumbles with hanging up linen, menial gossip from one to another as they fix rips in his uniform.

Small moments like these make it all the more difficult to let go of that past he clung so tightly to. It wasn’t all ugly hurt and dripping wounds. There were moments that were so filled with love he felt like he could burst, even if they weren’t regular. People call the Al Ghul’s (and him by extension) monsters. Heartless beings who strike the innocent. But Damian has seen the beautiful, the good, the warmth. He was born an Al Ghul and will die one (again, and again, and again). Worse yet, the cave he spends most his nights in is cold and damp, his father’s affections arguably as fleeting at his mother’s. Who could blame him for his hesitancy? Isn’t it better the devil you know anyways?

With Cass it’s an entirely different ball game. She is not being raised as an heir. She is not being raised as a royal. She is not being raised as a human. She is being forged in hellfire to become a perfect weapon, sharpened and refined without a single fleck of imperfection. She only has one life life in David Cain, the only human she gets consistent interaction with it, most of it being negative. The first eight years of her life are defined by pain and suffering.

The things they do are disguised as games. Dodge this bullet, find this knife before it finds you. She laughs and smiles as she does it all, because even something as inherent and human as that cannot be removed from the soul. This is joy to her. This is all she knows, and no one can tell her otherwise, even as another shell lodges itself in her tiny, tiny leg. There are no stories, no hugs, no shared laughter. Only smiles that don’t quite look like the pictures of joy she studied, looks of pride that seem the slightest bit misplaced.

That moment when her hand plunged into that man’s throat—even as the life slowly left his eyes, the smile as she thinks she won another game remains unwavering. It’s only when she turns around and sees the corpse for what it is does she feel the overwhelming feeling of dread and guilt. Her hands are stained red, and everything else slowly snaps into place afterwards. Was it really fun? Was it really love? Does she even know what it was in the first place? At eight years old she disappears into the night, never to be seen by her father, her captor, ever again.

During those nine years on the road, without house or home to call her own, do you think she would try to cling on to that one good moment? That night where David showed her the prettiest pink dress she’d ever seen, and carefully brushed her hair into two pink pigtails, decorated with soft pink bows. Calloused hands grazing her scalp ever so slightly, the only gentle touch she can remember. Or would she do her best to forget it? To cast that one moment down into the abyss, only remembering the bad so she can move on uninhibited? Every other good moment wasn’t truly a good moment—she realizes that soon after. But that one time. That one good day. Does it change everything or nothing?

Despite being both raised as assassins, LEAGUE assassins, there’s so much difference and nuance to the two it’d be a disservice to treat them as similar. Imagine the awkward tension between the two of them, with Cassandra being raised as a bodyguard to Ras and Damian his heir. Would there be resentment? Understanding? Wanting? To both of them he is a man entirely out of reach but a looming figure over their life at the same time. Sorry for rambling I just love both of them so much 😓

[redux-iterum]

Sometimes I just have to reread and reread and take in how you’ve written Fireheart because it’s just so…

He’s just so good. So genuinely and unceasingly good. He cares so much and more than that he’s wise. Sometimes a character will say something and I go ‘there’s no way to comfort someone about this’ and then five minutes after that Fireheart says something wise that makes me rethink some shit that I, a real life human, am doing. Which is hard! This is harder to write convincingly than a strong character, because a character like Fireheart whose greatest strength is his heart HAS to follow through. And he has to be genuinely emotionally intelligent in a way that can’t just be, like, told. It has to be shown. And you manage to show that to us flawlessly, constantly, and consistently.

Like, man. No wonder everyone loves this guy. I love this guy. Absolute favorite version of Fireheart that I have EVER read.

Also, follow-up, Cloudpaw’s situation. You managed to make it not kind of infuriating, you found a reason for what he was doing that honestly broke my heart, and you did it all so naturally I’m still reeling over it. And then you managed to have Fireheart make an argument so convincing without contradicting the beliefs that he already has (ie: he’s not a xenophobe) and it just. Man. I hadn’t even thought of come of that stuff. I’ll be honest, I remember reading the original series and thinking it was morally neutral for Cloudpaw to go eat kittypet food, and now I’m rethinking it!

It IS rude to steal food. It IS rude to feed yourself in a way you can’t share with the people you love who are in constant threat of starvation. I always thought of it as a practical way to feed himself that didn’t take from his clanmates but…it isn’t fair, is it? It’s not fair at all for him to do that. Most of the argument in the original series felt like ‘OTHER CULTURE BAD AND WRONG AND YOU WRONG FOR PART IN IT’ and it made me kind of side with Cloudpaw out of sheer spite. But this is so much better! Actual arguments! And REASONS! That make sense for why these kitty people are doing what they do and thinking how they think!

We always say the Erins were two steps to the left of greatness with these battlecats. I think they were actually two miles away, because they have never provided the characterization they need. I think they were two miles away because the premise is great, sure, and they can handle plot but they are incapable of making these cats feel like the people they are. The Warriors Clans in the original never felt like a community because every individual never felt like a living person and I think that’s a problem much farther than two steps away from greatness.

Anyways, all of this is to say: You’re doing great work and thank you for this latest update! I’ve been trying to comment more lately :D Share thoughts and stuff.

I absolutely adore these long, analytical asks. Thank you for this, and for so many compliments!

Fireheart is such a fun little guy to write specifically for his goodness, and how everyone around him interacts with that. It's not often that I get to handle a character as dedicated to compassion and love as him. His entire being is based around "I care" - that's something even his mother doesn't have, and she's the matriarch. There are a couple unique challenges to this that'll come along in the future, so I won't say anything here, but I am very interested to see how you feel about one of the last chapters in this book.

As for Cloudpaw, thank GOD I avoided the annoying aspect of it. His behavior and subplot in the books aggravated me to no end for a variety of reasons that I won't get into here, so I put a lot of work into justifying why he would do that in this version. With Fireheart's explanation of why stealing kittypet food is wrong, as well, I remember sitting down for a long moment with myself and slowly knitting together exactly why Fireheart would not approve of humoring kittypet stuff like that, when he's got the most understanding of that life out of anyone in the Clans. The fairness struck me, and that was his reason. The Clans definitely refuse wet food out of pride and discrimination first and foremost, and don't bother explaining it to kits beyond that, but if someone overheard Fireheart talking to Cloudpaw, they'd snap their fingers, point at him and go, "Exactly! Yes! That!" He managed to put into words a concept that the Clans subconsciously understand but don't really analyze to themselves.

For the Erins: honestly, yes, I agree. I could go on for YEARS about the characterizations and lack thereof in the books (someone remind me to rant about that at some point), and how much of the story could be so much greater and more natural if everyone had a consistent, present personality. And, honestly, that's what was the most wrong about the original Redux - no personalities for anyone. I spend a LOT of time stewing over the characters of everyone written in Iterum to make up for that. It brings me great joy to hear that my work has paid off!

[sloanesallow]

Mirror, Mirror

Sebastian is glad to be home for the holidays, ready to gift his wife with a wicked fantasy. Written for the November NSFW writing event for the OHL Discord server. The prompt was "The Naughty List"...though I kind of shoehorned in the Christmas theme... Sebastian Sallow x F!MC (Unnamed) Tags: MDNI, NSFW! Sexual content, dirty talk, mirror sex, arranged marriage but they like each other, more Stupid Sexy Sebastian. Technically a continuation of "Tell Me". 1.7k words [Ao3] | [Wattpad] | [Tumblr Masterlist]

It’s Christmas.

Last year, Sebastian spent the holiday alone, but now he is a married man with a wife to dote on. After spending nearly two weeks away on Ministry business, he is eager to be home. It isn’t how he expected to feel so soon after the wedding, an arranged affair he wanted nothing to do with. But Mrs. Sallow has surprised him, in more ways than one.

She is still a shy creature of few words, but has relaxed considerably since their wedding night. She smiles and listens when he yammers on about his day and has gradually sought out his company and comfort. The more he learns about her as a person, the more besotted he becomes, realizing that their future isn’t as grim as he once believed.

Not to mention all the fun he’s having teaching her about carnal pleasures.  

Sebastian has every intention of surprising his wife with his arrival, but after sneaking up the stairs and entering the master suite, he finds it empty. He’s about to retreat and check the other rooms when he hears sloshing water from the adjoining bathroom and quietly advances. He peeks through the small gap in the door to see her relaxing comfortably in the ornate tub, head resting against the porcelain rim. Steam rises from the soapy water, the top of her breasts barely visible. It’s a delectable sight, one that nearly causes him to stride in and join her, fully clothed.

Instead, he grins and retreats, leaving her be as he prepares the room for their reunion. Sebastian sheds his coat and jacket, loosening his tie before rolling up his sleeves. He kicks off his boots and stokes the hearth so they won’t freeze. It’s only when he’s inspecting his hair and teeth in the standing mirror that he conjures a wicked idea.

Not bothering to use magic, he lifts the framed glass and sets it down by the foot of the bed, carefully angling the hinges just so. He sits, a new wave of excitement rushing through his veins as his imagination runs wild. That’s where his wife finds him when she emerges from the bathroom with bright, surprised eyes and flushed skin.

She adjusts her robe a little, a shaky smile pulling at her lips. “You’re home.”

Sebastian smirks as he takes in the sight of her, a figment of his wildest dreams come true. He extends a hand, a silent comment he knows she’ll obey. She slowly approaches, yelping when he wastes no time in pulling her onto his lap, strong arms wrapping around her waist to secure her against him.

“Did you miss me, Mrs. Sallow?” he teases, playfully nipping the tender skin on her neck. She gasps, and it’s a sound he’s come to adore. He repeats the action, adjusting her so she’s more comfortably leaning against his back. “Because I missed you.”

“You did?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” he murmurs against her pulse point as his hands start to roam. “I’ve done some rearranging. I think it’s time you see for yourself how enchanting you are.”

She trembles, and he glances up to find her staring at their reflection, a brilliant blush on her cheeks. “Don’t be so demure, my love. Not when I had you screaming my name the night before I left.”

“I—I did not—”

“Yes,” he interjects, gently tugging on her earlobe with his teeth. “You did. Would you like a demonstration?”

“Gods, no!”

Sebastian loosens his grip on her, but despite her flustered state, she doesn’t flee. Instead, she leans into his embrace, sighing when his fingers slip inside her robe. Her skin is still warm from the bath, soft beneath his touch. He cups one of her breasts, and when he rolls a nipple between his thumb and forefingers, her head rolls back against his shoulder, lips parted in a silent moan.

“Do you want me?” he asks. She nods but he pauses, daring to pull away. “You know better than that, dear wife. Use your words.”

“Yes, please,” she whimpers. “I—I want you.”

“As you wish,” he darkly chuckles, taking his time with pulling her robe open to expose her naked flesh. The silk parts and he slips the fabric from her delicate shoulders so he can trail a path of open-mouthed kisses down her neck. With one arm tucked around her waist, he spreads her legs, hitching one over his knee and the other over his free arm so her sex is on full display. He watches the way her expression shifts in the mirror, gaze locked on his fingers as they caress her inner thigh.  

“Did you play with yourself while I was gone?” he questions, thrilled by the way her chest rises and falls with quick, little breaths. She nods again but this time he doesn’t push for more. Instead, he slides his fingers to where she needs him most, parting her folds to find her slick and ready. She melts against him with a shaky moan and her eyes flutter closed.

“None of that now,” he chides, moving the hand around her waist up to gently grasp her chin. “Open your eyes, love. I want you to watch. Watch, or I’ll stop touching you.”

She slowly peeks open her eyes before blinking to focus on their reflection, another strangled moan slipping from her lips as he circles her clit. Her hips twitch up, her body silently begging for more. Sebastian flicks his gaze back and forth between her dreamy expression and glistening center, groaning at how hard the sight makes him. As eager as he is to drop trou and sink into her, there is something incredibly gratifying in the way he makes her come undone with just his hands.

Sebastian pushes a finger into her, and she’s so hot and wet that he quickly adds a second. “Look at how well you take my fingers, love,” he praises, listening to her labored breaths as he slides his fingers in and out of her, gradually increasing the speed and depth. “Imagine how it will look when it’s my cock splitting you open.”

His lewd words only seem to arouse her further, and he groans in appreciation when he feels her inner walls clench around him. He continues to observe his own movements in the mirror, spellbound by the erotic fantasy come to life. His wife, so wanton and willing, writhing in his grasp as he pleasures her in the way only he can.

“Sebastian,” she practically whines his name and he growls against her neck, marking her with his lips and teeth. He can’t help but rock against her, his arousal still painfully restrained within his trousers. She rocks against him too, panting and mewling in desperation as he plunges his fingers deep, pressing against the tender spot that triggers her orgasm.

Only when she slumps against him does he remove his fingers, wiping some of her release across her inner thigh as he steadies her through the aftershocks. Sebastian struggles to be patient as she settles, clenching his jaw as his cock throbs for attention. Eventually, his wife lulls her head to the side to gaze at him through her eyelashes and he angles her chin again to kiss her mouth, expressing his hunger for her.

“I need you,” he rasps, swallowing her whimpers as he bites her bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue. Sebastian shifts her, “Fuck, I need you.”

She nods, desperation in her expression as she shifts, helping him to unclasp his trousers and tug them down far enough for his cock to spring free. He yanks off her robe completely, tossing it to the floor before pulling her back onto his lap, back flush against his chest with her hands and feet pressing into the mattress on either side of his thighs. The positioning is awkward, but Sebastian is intent on having her this way, so they can both witness the exquisite way she takes him.

“Perfect,” he hushes against her ear, positioning himself before grasping her waist to help her balance. “You’re so beautiful like this, my love. Mine.”

“Yours,” she replies, their eyes locked in the mirror.

A dark, possessive sound echoes from his throat and he snaps his hips up, filling her with his need. Their attention snaps to where they are joined, and Sebastian swears he might come from the sight alone. He can’t sink completely into her with the position, but he doesn’t need to, already grazing against the spot within her that makes her shiver in ecstasy.

He digs his fingers into her flesh, guiding her movements as he sets a slow, sinful pace in an effort to savor the sensation. The reflection ensnares him, a vivid display he’ll have burned into the back of his mind for the rest of his life. Sebastian snaps out of the momentary daze when he senses the telltale signs of her impending release, her entire body convulsing as her walls flutter and squeeze around him. He isn’t going to last, not like this.

“Come on, darling,” he grunts, pulling her down onto him as he curses under his breath. “Come on your husband’s cock like the good little wife you are.”

And she says she didn’t scream his name.

“That’s right, love,” he murmurs, his voice cracking as he feels his release rapidly approaching. He shouts her name in kind, clutching her close as he groans and spills into her. “Mine,” he repeats, over and over as he loses himself to the overwhelming pleasure.

She’s still trembling when he finally withdraws a few moments later, and Sebastian uses the last of his strength to gather her up in his arms before placing her comfortably in the bed. He stretches out beside her exhausted form, smiling as he presses lazy kisses to her shoulder.

“Happy Christmas, Mrs. Sallow,” he whispers, tucking himself close. She turns her head to look at him, and he swears there’s an emotion in her gaze not present before that makes his heart skip a beat. She smiles, kissing him softly.

“Happy Christmas, Mr. Sallow.”

Reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated. 💛

[madockisser]

is it strange that i want to know what cardan like thinks abt like everything- especially mortal shit. like i want to see what he thinks of different films, music, celebrities, books, or mortal clothing, etc. like idk i just obsess over what he’d think about certain things.

Random faerie lore- specially cardan/ faeries in the mortal world

LOL i hope not because i do that! also thank you for asking this, i was hoping someone should ask something that would allow me to spew my faerie in mortal world knowledge out!

now- honestly cardan and that Alice and wonderland book is what made me fall head over heels for him

i remember seeing it on TikTok years ago, about how Alice and wonderland is a mortal book that mirrors Jude’s life, and that cardan saw Jude in Alice.

and i hadn’t even considered it before, i was young and didn’t gaf abt little details, but look at me now, delving into every little thing abt that series.

since cardan is fae, it’s natural for us to wonder at how he sees the world and Jude.

below are some things i PERSONALLY think he may like or dislike about the mortal world.

i think he’d really enjoy learning the history of human music, i think he would like classical music (seems most likely)

i love to think that he’d get obsessed w how Jude is Latina and want to learn more about that part of human culture. I feel like he’d encourage Jude to do so too, since elfhame is all about HIS culture and whatnot.

he’d probably also like casually reading about human history, cross referencing it with faerie history and stuff, but also having to unlearn any biases both humans and faeries may write in their history books

i don’t think he’d like celebrities much, since he isn’t fond of “fake people” and that’s pretty much every celeb (sorry) BUT i think he would enjoy watching their drama lol, if it were like the early 2000s or even 2010s i feel like he would have fun w that sort of reality show vibe

he’d probably adore human poetry, like the old ones, and he’d probably enjoy older movies too. i can imagine him enjoying Shakespeare (bro would love Romeo and Juliet and compare it to him and Jude) and liking the ballet or marching bands or something random like that (😭)

anyway i just know he LOVES Jude’s mortal underclothes, lowkey he’d probably love the thought that she’s the only one in elfhame wearing them (he’d also probably see them as sorta sexual, only because when i think of faerie underclothes i think of a nightgown and possibly a corset, which doesnt show a ton of skin, whereas a bra and panties are wayyy more revealing)

you didn’t mention food, but there’s a ton of salt in mortal food, but i still think he’d eat it anyway. i guess the way salt works is that it just dulls magics(?) like it won’t physically harm him, but his magic won’t be very strong, like a depressant drug or something (is that a weird comparison 😭) BUT it reminds me of how nevermore is like an enhancer drug, so does that mean nevermore is the opposite of salt? (Literally just spewing nonsense atp)

but he liked dumplings, i think he would like other Asian foods. he’d hate pickles bc of the salt content, and he’d hate chips for the same reason i feel like. he’d probably love a good fruit salad (giggling at this) and trying all the human fruits that they don’t have in elfhame (also desserts)

anyway faeries have to be careful about chemicals, vivienne buys all organic shampoos and body washes, so we can assume she has to be careful with the same. it’s to be noted that her and oakey eat fish sticks and chemically dyed cereal, AND also pain pills? so i guess what they consume doesn’t have to be completely natural?

Add on: in the modern faerie tales, faeries cannot smoke cigarettes or they pretty much die on the spot according to roiben, when Kaye takes a drag her eyes water she she starts choking. ALSO corny in tmft, sprays a faerie in the face w a cleaning spray and bro dies on the spot so…

personally, i think the more checmially foods they eat, the worse they feel, and the lower energy they have. faeries seem to run on the foods they eat like it’s fuel, soo eating human food is probably not too great for them. vivi seems to be doing fine tho(perhaps bc she’s half human AND she grew up eating that stuff? Same w Kaye). Makes sense why oaks a vegan as well in tsh.

anyway imagining cardan in the mortal world is funny but weird, like he totally doesn’t fit lol

what i can remember from htkoelths, he seemed used to the strangeness. like he expected it.

since elfhame seems so small compared to the mortal world, i assume that some faeries are pretty casually human like, in terms of clothing and even behaviors (based on the bomb, kaye, etc)

also a lot of them (the ones not from elfhame or living on the isles) live nearby humans, so they’re pretty used to them I’d say.

It makes sense for the fae to be used to humans, since they’re everywhere. they’re also in elfhame, whether they’re glamoured or no.

anyway, cardan had access to the mortal world, so who knows how often he really went and dropped off slaves, or just went to visit.

balekin probably took him once and was like “damn little bro, look at all this hot garbage! Humans suck so I’m gonna use them to belittle you! haha”

anyway, i refuse to put anything else in my drafts bc im scared my drafts are slowly disappearing (BTW someone sent me a Locke and cardan ask the other day, and IT GOT DELETED after i wrote half of it, so if it was you that sent it, resend it perchance bc i forgot what the question even was)

on that note, thank you for the ask! this was messy and randomly thrown together lol but i liked writing it 🫶 feel free to add on as always!!

[balrogballs]

hello, i'm balrogballs, who has regretted this username since the second i chose it. i post mostly LotR/Silm content ✨

I write, illustrate, and shitpost — under the cut is a list of some of my work, and a little bit more about me.

about me: i'm 27, mostly based in the UK atm but grew up and schooled overseas. i'm also a novelist irl (literary-ecological fiction), currently working on book 2.

as my day job, i work as a humanitarian advocate and travel quite frequently - so i have extended times on here and extended times off here. if I haven't responded to a message/tag for a few days, it's probably because i have no internet access and the blog is running off a queue.

pronouns: she/her

fandoms: LotR, The Silmarillion. I haven't seen RoP yet but I do enjoy seeing stuff from it on my dashboard! I enjoy a ton of other stuff too, such as obscure German detective novels, and weird conservation projects.

what you can expect to find here: the blog is called balrogballs, not balrogbrains, so just a note that i really don’t take myself very seriously and you’re probably not going to find much Serious Fandom Discourse. i do have my moments however!

generally though, the gulf between my writing and my personality has been described as “like meeting mr bean and finding out he wrote the iliad”, so take that as you will! re: 18+ content, i repeat, the blog is called balrogballs not balrogbaby, and i essentially use the word DILF like a punctuation mark, so again do with that as you will.

interactions: feel free to open a chat or send me an ask, check out my asks tag as well!

writing: here's my AO3 account. i write almost exclusively for lotr/silm ✨

here's some fics I'm proud of:

the sword tree: Maedhros and Celebrìan 'teaming up' to open a rewilding sanctuary in Valinor to help traumatised ring war returnees. environmentalism, pacifism, and hope in the face of helplessness.

cast in stone: a fic about memory gaps, found family, and holes in the archive. imagine that "who tells your story" line from hamilton except it's 35k words long and starring Maglor, Maedhros, Elrond, Estel and Legolas.

i enjoy exploring decolonial/ecological themes in my writing but i try not to be insufferable and most of my works have some degree of absurdism/humour. i also have a oneshots series called Elrond Peredhel and his Feral Children, a fun romp tackling parenthood in LotR, in which every child of Rivendell is fucking unhinged because their dad is a card-carrying weird little freak ✨🌞

art:

you can find my art tag here! I mostly do graphic novel style "illustrations", because I don't know how to draw anything else 🌞

I saw your work posted on ____, was that you?

Absolutely not — I use no social media aside from this and AO3 (technically I have an "official" account, but that's managed by a publicist and has no elves). I've had a couple of stories reposted onto Wattpad/FFN before — that is not me, so please ping me a link if you come across anything I've written that's not either on here or on AO3 as TimelessUtterances.

(If you came from the “i had to explain to my publishers why i wrote fanfiction about elrond giving lindir the battering ram treatment before they greenlit my first novel” post, no the goddamn fic isn’t still up). However, I do often get questions re writing/publishing from people who read said post, and I’m always very happy to answer these or hook you up with lists of resources, so feel free to ask anything on that front!

[shrimpleasthat77]

(Trying this again because I have no idea what words set off tumblr anymore)

Ok yaaay more than one person voted that they wanted to see some writings!!! I guess we can start off with the basics then ^^ I want to make this a weekly thing but I’m very inconsistent so idk

Aoi and Daia are both chuunin level ninjas associated with Otogakure. Being a little older than their peers, the two are often utilized for diplomatic/interrogation-style missions. While that makes them sound important, these are often lower rank missions. The two don’t really get along, but are seemingly attached at the hip on and off missions. Truly a conundrum.

BACKGROUND

Aoi was born in Sunagakure to a shopkeeper and a distant relative of the Fūma clan. He was not pressured to become a ninja and was instead encouraged to pursue his interests. The only jutsu he learned was the coveted Chakra Thread technique. At the age of 11, Aoi chose to join a traveling circus, where he combined his technique with acrobatics. He performed well for two years, but the showrunners had different plans and intended to eliminate him. During his final performance, Aoi's threads were severed mid-air, causing him to fall in a staged accident. The rest of the troupe left him in a clearing for two days, believing he was gone for good. However, an important man in the audience that night had noticed Aoi. When Aoi regained consciousness, having survived his injuries, the man was there waiting for him. He revealed that he saw potential in Aoi and believed he could be a valuable ally. Aoi, thinking he had died and that the man was a deity, followed him without hesitation.

Daia, formerly known as Daisuke, faced a more challenging life. She was born to a șêx wöřķêř in Curtain Village, one of the poorest and most crime-infested areas in the Land of Silence. From an early age, she witnessed the desperate and harmful actions of those around her, driven by the need for money. With her mother often distracted, Daia had to take care of herself. As she grew up, she felt that something was deeply wrong with her village, her mother, her various "uncles," and even herself. Determined to change her circumstances, she began stealing books and scrolls to educate herself. Although she couldn't leave her village, she aspired to rise above her peers. Her contempt for her environment fueled her ambition for self-betterment, prompting her to shed her old identity as Daisuke and embrace her true self. During her pursuit of knowledge, she heard rumors about a notorious criminal from a faraway land who had been spotted in Curtain Village. Initially skeptical, she became intrigued when she learned he was in search of forbidden knowledge. Believing she might have found someone who understood her, she sought him out, as people with pale skin and golden eyes were uncommon. After presenting her situation to him, regardless of his true motives, he offered her an escape. At just 15 years old, Daia moved from one grim village to another.

PERSONALITY

Aoi is, despite all that he goes through, strives to be a nice person. Whether it be his nature or a brain injury, he’s not at the same maturity level of the average 16 year old. He views everything as a performance or as an act. He constantly tries to entertain people or make people like him, as that is what he’s used to doing. Under the act however, Aoi is destitute. He’s aware that his troupe abandoned him, he’s aware that not many people like him, and that Orochimaru views him as no more than a toy. He’s scared and uses his belief that he’s actually dead to comfort himself. Only Daia knows this side of him, as he elects to keep it hidden under his facade of silliness.

Daia, for lack of better words, is an awful person. She carries herself as if she was born to nobility, seeing herself as better than every other sound ninja. She’s extremely cold to others as well, keeping them as far away from her personally and emotionally. She sees everyone around her, from experiment to even the sound 5 and Kabuto, as inferior to her. She doesn’t really respect orochimaru either, but values the knowledge he has over all else. Deep down, Daia is just trying to protect herself. She does care for people, especially Aoi, but doesn’t want that to be used against her. Any affection she shows is always done in private.

RELATIONSHIPS

W/ each other- Aoi is enamored with Daia, as she’s the only person he interacts with normally. He hopes that he can prove himself to her. Daia on the other hand views Aoi as annoying and…”dirty”, or that’s what she wants people to believe. Deep down, she has some complicated feelings towards him and can’t really bring herself to sort them out.

W/ Orochimaru- Aoi is terrified of Orochimaru to the point where he finds it hard to even be in the same room as him. Yk how evangelical Christians fear god? Yeah that’s how he feels. Daia does not have such an otherworldly view of Orochimaru, as stated above. He is no better to her than the people she grew up around.

W/ Kabuto- Aoi looks up to Kabuto like he’s his big brother, something the latter doesn’t really reciprocate. He isn’t as scared of him, but is still weary. Daia thinks Kabuto is pathetic and annoying, along with being one of the “dirtiest”. She begrudgingly puts up with him as her mentor, but doesn’t keep her opinions hidden.

W/ Sound 5- Aoi respects all of them, not really having too strong of an opinion. He does like Sak/Ukon and Kidomaru, they remind him of his circus troupe. Daia hates almost all of them for the same reason she hates Kabuto. She doesn’t have much of a problem with Tayuya however, real recognizes real.

[wandixx]

Ok it closes out on me when I tried typing it the first time-

Anyway, I'm a sucker for shock value ones, just so funny to me, so how about M'gann being nervous about introducing bf danny and it happens at an inconvenient time! Could go ghost royalty, ancient of space or anything, hell ghost as dragons would be pretty funny, up to you though!

I'm not sure if I did a good job at this, but I didn't want you to wait too long and real life is keepimg me busier than expected, so for now, it's here. I may continue it one day (I also have different version of fill for this prompt, because neither idea felt right, so if you'd like to see I too, just let me know whatever way is most convenient to you)

This wasn't supposed to happen like that. M'gann didn't have a super detailed plan on how it was supposed to happen, but even her vague (thought and rethought every night) ideas were anything but this. It was supposed to be a calm, low-stakes situation. Maybe even make it look like an accidental meeting, Team in civies hanging out around Happy Harbour, bumping into Danny and then she'd just introduced him, perhaps adding ‘btw, he is my boyfriend’ almost like an afterthought. This seemed like the best possible scenario.

This was also, as expected with the way hero life is, the exact opposite of what actually happened.

Of course, it didn’t start with anything heralding the absolute disaster this day had to become. Kinda accidentally the Team stumbled upon something between a cave and a basement, and in it a group of people, who decided to perform a summoning of a genie so they could… wish for stuff. They didn’t even look like cultists or villains of any sort, just a group of random adults from seemingly very different backgrounds. M’gann had a really hard time understanding what actually brought them together other than their wishes.

Which was actually pretty useful when it came to fighting them, because nobody really cared about their fellow summoner, just trying to save their own butt. She kinda wished more of their opponents were so incompetent.

Though, she spoke too soon because in the excitement of the fight, somehow all of them didn’t realize that one or two of the summoners… actually managed to finish a summoning. It was honestly a little bit embarrassing.

But, it was too late to dwell on all that, as right above the summoning circle appeared a circle in a worryingly familiar shade of green.

Of course, this one time she didn’t have any equipment from Danny, had to be when the Team encountered a ghost.

Ghost in question was a beautiful woman, with long hair covering one of her eyes, in a blue outfit that was related to one of Earth cultures, but M’gann didn’t know which, and a bunch of bracelets on her wrists. Martian could make a hazard guess on who it was, based on the stories Danny told her.

“We don’t have time for explanations, I think I know who this is, if I’m right for the love of everything that’s dear to you, don’t say the word ‘wish’ out loud” she demanded over the Mindlink.

Before she finished, Artemis took silver tape from somewhere and slapped a piece of it over Wally’s mouth. M’gann understood the sentiment but still… it was a little bit too nuclear option.

Desiree (if it was her) didn’t attack anyone, looking a bit confused, giving Team a moment of reprieve to plan and for Kid Flash to make sure none of the summoners could make whatever wish they wanted either. Also with the use of silver tape. Djinn’s were always tricky.

M'gann used this moment of everyone getting their bearings to curse herself for not bringing any ghost weapons this time. Any other mission, Team or not, she had something on her but today? Today she had nothing.

Excluding the summoning engraved into clips holding her cape but it was kinda last resort. It wouldn't annihilate everything in one mile radius or something but she didn't want to drag Danny there if he was during a test, other ghost fight or something. She knew better than anyone that he didn’t need more distractions.

Conner crashed into a wall right next to her. Artemis seemed to lose her cool when none of her arrows seemed to reach the ghost while Robin was trying to make some counter plans with Kaldur. They couldn't do a thing to Desiree and it was a matter of seconds before she stopped entertaining them and went to the city. It… would end badly, most likely. Danny would prefer to get involved before it got that far. Yeah…

She really wished she didn’t have to call.

“I have an idea, cover for me for a minute or two”

“Bold of you to assume we can stop her from anything”

“I believe in you Wally. Just distract her”

“My water attacks seem to be effective weapon against her”

“That’s aster! What do you plan to do, M'gann?”

“Summon another ghost”

She expertly ignored yelling that followed, taking the golden clip off of her cape. She held fabric in place with absentminded use of telekinesis, while she focused on an engraved pattern. Danny's summoning circle wasn't actually too complicated or intricate but she needed to do it just right. And frankly, she just liked looking at it. Physical proof that her boyfriend would be there if she needed it. Drawn representation of who he is, the deepest and truest parts of his soul written in the language that only Universe itself could fully understand.

And it was beautiful. Absolutely incredible. Much better than Desiree's circle, thank you very much.

M’gann dropped to her knees and grabbed leftover chalk from previous summoning and crouched to quickly draw Danny's seal. She had a lot of practice from all the times she doodled it on a whim just to get something of him with her when she missed him the most. She rarely actually summoned him, again, it was difficult to align their schedules, but she was very familiar with the first step.

And it was really easy from there.

She placed the clip in the middle of the circle, shapeshifted one of her nails to get a bit of blood on the chalk and leaned back.

After a careful, deep breath, she started an incantation, putting as much power in her voice as she could.

“I call upon you guard of Amity Park, I call upon you dearest child of the Ice, I call upon you one favored by the Time, I call upon you vanquisher of the Fear, I call upon you subduer of the King, I call upon you defender and the guide, I call upon Phantom, both worlds beloved child”

Circle erupted in green light, putting a momentary pause to the fight. M’gann was still blinking spots away when a figure flung itself out of the summoning circle, right at the Desiree.

“What the fuck?!”

Only after the first punch was thrown did Danny turn back to her, with his usual, somehow both gallant and bashful smile, that without fault made her knees get a little weaker. She smiled back.

“Hello Starlight” he greeted, sounding almost casual.

“Starlight?”

“Hi Angel. Nice of you to drop by” she answered in the same manner. Wally tried to yell from behind the duck tape.

“Angel?! M'gann, who is he? Who is she?!”

“I will always come if you call” he said without any doubt, suddenly as serious as if he was sharing information that could break or make the world.

It certainly worked like that to her world. She actually melted a little on the inside.

“I know”

“Actually, that's kinda cute. I still have no idea who this is, but you go girl”

“I feel like it's not the right time Artemis”

“Not to interrupt… whatever this is, but the other ghost is escaping” Robin cut in “Also, if you want to make out afterwards, please find the room, Batman and Catwoman are traumatizing enough“

Few people snorted, while Danny blushed green. He darted back at Desiree, clearly to escape the embarrassment. M’gann stood up, totally at ease now, that he was there to take care of it.

“Will you need a hand? I don't have any tech but we have a trick or two up our sleeves!” she asked, projecting her voice so it carried through the cavernous basement without yelling.

“I'm good for now but thanks for asking!”

“M’gann, can you give us anything substantial? Who is this? How do you know him?”

“One question at the time and let's wait until he finishes, okay?“

She cut off Mindlink before anyone agreed or protested.

“Miss Martian!”

“Soup time!”

With a blast of light, Desiree got sucked in and Danny landed in front of them with a proud grin.

“My job here is done”

“It truly is. You're getting faster too”

“And thanks to who is that?”

“You”

Danny sent her both an incredulous and playful glare.

“Of course. I miraculously found a ways to not be a mess and don't crash through every wall on my way and–”

“Well, no but–”

“Let me remind you, you're not alone… also who are you dude? And where did the other lady go?” Wally asked, right after ripping the duct tape off his mouth.

“Oh, well, I'm Phantom, I usually work in Amity Park?” he said a bit unsure, as if calling him a protector was under any question. That just wouldn't do.

“He's a hero from Amity Park”

“Thanks love. It's nice to finally meet you all. M talked a lot about you!”

“Can't say same about you, sorry”

“That's fine. I know M was agonizing over how to introduce me in the best way possible. I'm really happy it's finally over,” he paused for a moment, with his brows furrowed “Did I do good? This first impression thing?”

“You're… far less imposing that I personally expected after hearing Miss Martian summoning you, but–”

“M’gann how could you hide this from us?” Conner blurted out quietly, and oh, he sounded so utterly crushed. Everyone fell silent, the playful atmosphere gone as if it had evaporated.

“I never intentionally hid it. It wasn't significant enough to mention at the start and when it became important I felt like I couldn't just drop it at you during lunch or something. I always planned to tell you, there was just never the right time nor right words. I never wanted to hide it.”

“Even just me?”

“Especially you”

“You still should've…”

“Yeah, I should. I'm sorry”

“How long ago have you met?”

“Half a year ago,” Danny said before she managed to answer “It's all kinda my fault actually. I was really set on not getting mixed up with more hero business than I had to back then. I didn't want you or Justice League finding out about me. And when I agreed, it was already really late. I'm sure she'd told you all from the get go if I let her, I'm sorry”

“Why wouldn't you want us to know about you?”

“It's… Probably not the conversation we should have right here, over gagged wannabe cultists.”

“Valid. Let's call the cops and get going. You two have much to explain”

“And you're sitting eight feet apart until you do!”

Danny leaned in to kiss her, quick and playful, before he jumped back at the demanded distance.

“Well, this still went better than at your side”

“Absolutely”

*******

Also, here is some lil arts for a longish wait, sorry again, I hope this story is yours to your expectations

[corsairspade]

Halenthir scenario where they get married for tax benefits (in a platonic good friends sort of way) and fall in love long distance via sending each other letters with ideas on how to best leverage their marriage for tax evasion.

[marrfixated]

(More thoughts and drafting! Some weird formatting I know but it was all one block in my notes)

Emma is doing just fine. Average. It’s really not so bad.

She’s just been dealing with a lot of change. And with too many things not changing.

Which is… an odd thing to struggle with.

Because she likes change. Daunting challenges. The unpredictable. Doing new things every day and never being scared of them. And she likes independence.

She had thought so, at least.

After the show, she had been hit in the face with just how… isolated she was. She had only had two friends before the first season, but she had left them behind. Her mother wasn’t doing the best, and she didn’t have any nearby family.

She found herself laying in her bed in the middle of the day most of the time, scrolling through her contacts and old conversations.

Or scrolling through her comments on TikTok.

A few weeks ago, she had tried some stunt involving a motorcycle and an inflatable pool. She probably wouldn’t have messed it up if her hands weren’t trembling.

(She had forgot to check the breaks, and wasn’t sure if they were working.)

(They were.)

The blood dripping down her face and the gash in her lip didn’t sting as much as it did watching the video.

She looked ridiculous, and she probably always did. It was better when she had someone else to do it with. Maybe she was losing her touch.

She didn’t post the video.

She turned back to dancing instead, which did feel less embarassing, despite the constant mocking feedback. Sure, the jokes were “funny”, but she didn’t care about any of it. She didn’t feel the rush, she wasn’t planning every day, and she wasn’t known or loved for anything.

Except for what she lost.

And, the show, to an extent.

-Ugh, she misses the show. She shouldn’t, but as stupid as it sounds, she really did. She missed doing crazy things and talking to people. Having a chance of winning. Beating everyone. Being cheered on. It wasn’t always great, but at least it was something. She misses doing something.

And she really misses Bowie. She missed Bowie, but she knows better than anyone that she can’t go back to that. They just- have better things to do now. He probably does.

He’s got Raj- which is great! And she’s happy for him! She’s happy for everyone. For Wayne, however he’s doing, for Julia, despite everything.

And Caleb. For having Priya.

Emma is jealous that Bowie gets to have someone.

Emma is jealous that everyone else gets to have someone.

Emma is jealous that, unlike everyone else, winning the show probably wouldn’t have made her any happier.

She isn’t sure what would.