#she painted smiles on every face except her own. / headcanons: ash.

[fatedreamt-blog]

Every. Odd. Number. choose a muse i love you

detailed oc questions. / open. 

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?

cole’s full name - corazon lumaban - was chosen after the nickname cole! and cole came from broccoli bc it’s a… i don’t wanna say gag bc that doesn’t rlly fit but neither does theme? in their story. a lot of the names i choose for ocs are usually just names that fit right to me / the character. i don’t… put a lot of thought into them which maybe i should but? fhskjh either way, names are chosen based off a theme / aesthetic i want to convey ( cain / abel’s slight biblical themes and the story influencing cain’s, houston’s name being based off of houston, texas, and texas being, for me anyways, the first state you think of when you think of southern, etc ), or are just made up on the spot / randomly given based on the feel it gives. rhys’s last name, matthews, was an on the spot name, and so was katherine’s first name. 

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory? 

monroe had a good childhood! they had hearing but supportive parents who made sure they learned asl at a young age. they attended a deaf/hoh school when they were younger, but switched to a regular public school when they got older bc they wanted to meet more people. of course, they have bad memories in relation to being hoh, but the good far outweighs the bad. 

stribog had… a complicated childhood. his parents were there, but because he grew up in a large family and a large household, he eventually grew to get used to being excluded or forgotten. he likes to think it’s not his parents’ fault, and has fond memories of having cole over, or playing with his siblings. he had a good relationship with his siblings - with its obvious bumps of course - and is okay with the childhood he had. 

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

leaf has 2 step siblings named tomone and masao. her relationship with them is… very strained, and the comparison made to them by her parents fueled her inferiority complex. she’s very bitter towards them and doesn’t really like to talk to her family, because while tomone and masao are friendly enough, something about them always digs up memories and makes her feel bad. it doesn’t help that when she still had contact with her parents, they still compared her to her step siblings even when she turned 18. she cut contact with them when she turned 19.

mk’s older brother and guardian is bryan admon! he was sorta… thrust into this older brother slash guardian figure because their dad started to become very busy and absent, and their mom died giving birth to mk. they have a close relationship, and while mk is omniscient, bryan still takes care of them as best as he can. he doesn’t understand a lot about them or their obligations because he’s just a regular ol human, but he tries his best to help out and support them. he’s a good.

7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood? 

……i’m looking at my ocs list and i don’t think any of them really were popular as kids…? i’m sure they had the occasional friend ( ash, noah, monroe, etc ), but some of them were isolated and didn’t make friends easy. i’d say miriam kept some of her childhood friends well into adulthood!

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals? 

synne, the druid they are, LOVES animals. they connect with them better than they do with most people, and in modern au, work at a pet store. animals usually like them. micah and monroe love birds specifically and are probably friends + part of the same birdwatching club. birds like micah, and a specific family of birds that made residence in 1 of their flower pots like monroe. 

11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies?

katherine and rory are both vegetarians! the former also doesn’t like eggs, just because she dislikes the texture, and needs more protein in her diet. neither of them have allergies. rory makes Amazing veggie burgers and really goes out of his way to replicate certain food, but vegetarian. he tries to shy away from animal-based products, but isn’t super strictly vegan. katherine just… throws together whatever she can for dinner. she adjusts easily. 

13. What is their least favourite food?

noah… does not like anything with a chunky texture, and especially hates cottage and blue cheese.

15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?

ash is pretty good at cooking! so is micah, rory and andy. other people are in a general consensus that they make good food. toby… we know of his cooking and eating habits and no one approves of them

17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos?

andy loves taking photos!! she likes remembering and commemorating events and will insist on taking pictures whenever she can. she likes to organize them into albums on her phone, or make them into scrapbooks. she seldom takes selfies of herself. as she is a model, she figures she has enough photos of herself out there.

micah, on the other hand, has no photos of him available. he tries not to get into pictures a lot, which andy is understanding of. it’s probably connected to the fact that there’s no information about him anywhere. 

19. What’s their least favourite genres?

jo doesn’t like music that’s loud for the sake of being loud.

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?

rory… has somewhat of a temper? he gets really protective which manifests in aggression, but it’s not angry. you can tell he’s angry when he’s oddly silent and quiet, a simmering kind of rage that bites at you. he’s really patient though. the same applies to toby - no one’s really ever seen him angry before, but when he is, he goes silent. it’s terrifying. 

jo doesn’t have a temper, but she does have a bit of an explosive anger. when she’s really mad at someone - which doesn’t happen often, because she’s usually a chill and easygoing person - she just bursts and yells. it’s a lot. 

leaf cries when she’s angry. she doesn’t get angry too easily, but there are things that poke at her, and she’s just sobbing when she gets mad. 

23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces?

houston and mk both have excellent memories - it comes with being omniscient. they remember faces and names easily, even far into their life. leaf’s forgetful, and usually has to write things down to remember them. 

25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?

miriam loves videos like that one video of the girl asking alexa to play baby shark. it more makes her smile than anything else, but it brightens her day a lot. she also finds karma and irony funny, and has a pretty good sense of humor about things.  she’s pretty funny! she has a very specific brand of humor.

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?

as mentioned above, leaf cries a lot. it’s the first reaction that comes to her. not a lot of things make her sad enough to cry, though, but sometimes she’ll just randomly remember something or something will dampen her mood a lot and she’ll cry. she’s grown to cry silently, and will often hide out in bathrooms of public places sometimes. she has a game with herself that it’s her “goal” to cry in every public bathroom. it helps her cope. she’s a lot more cheery when she’s sad as an attempt to hide how miserable she is. 

29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective? 

micah gets protective and tries to steer them away from their fear if it pops up. rhys’ll probably use it against the person if it’s not a loved one, and will likely use it as a part of his fear tactic.  

31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing?

stribog drinks to cope, but it’s not that often. just when he’s really stressed. he gets very quiet when he’s drunk, very emotional and honest, and doesn’t really get hangovers. he comforts other people when they’re drunk and tries his best to be kind towards them. rhys has no alcohol tolerance and tries not to drink in the first place.

jo refuses to drink at all. it’s not her thing, and she doesn’t want to be involved in it. 

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?

andy wears all sorts of underwear! nothing else to say about that - they’re usually very cute and pretty though, and typically patterned.

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure? 

cain’s guilty pleasure… bad sitcoms. he finds them fascinatingly enjoyable in a weird, sadistic way. they’re so bad they’re funny to him. he also likes things that remind him of his childhood - stuffed animals, for example, are one of them. his unguilty pleasure is long, detailed novels.

37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction?

ash is a fast reader! she likes reading, and definitely likes poetry. mary shelly’s one of her favorite authors - or at least, good to read - and she likes the last man and the mortal immortal. she enjoys books that deal with moral dilemmas and reality, but is also a sucker for romance novels. she tends to lean towards fiction, but will read nonfiction sometimes. being a librarian, she has a wide array of book to choose from.

39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging? 

monroe likes the aesthetic of letters! while emails and messaging are quicker and easier, they like receiving and writing letters. there’s something so weirdly nostalgic and heart fluttering about getting a hand written letter in the mail to them.

miriam prefers emailing and messaging, but will always send hand written thank you notes whenever she or her kids get a gift. 

41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship?

cole is pan! they don’t really have any specific type, but they do tend to fall in love with sweet, kind, quiet people. people who are unassuming, but try to do good. they like and need trust in a relationship, as well as understanding. sometimes they’re not doing so hot and they need their partner to know that they need distance. i’ve got a Whole meta about leaf and love/relationships in my metas tag, so i don’t think i need to touch upon that hgkjsh

43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people?

miriam is christian, and has definitely used religion as an anchor. her faith’s helped her during hardships in her life, and thinks it’s a good stability to have in life, but understands why other people may not believe in god and respects that. 

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves? 

mk describes themself as an oddity, an ethereal abomination. they know they’re not ordinary, and fully embraces that, even using it to freak people out sometimes. a lot of kids - and adults, occasionally - do think they’re weird and a freak, which isn’t something they really… like. they don’t like being called a freak. mk thinks that they’re a pretty okay kid. 

rhys sees himself as… well, a machine. he does think highly of himself, but it’s more that he thinks highly of his origin than of himself. it’s not oh, rhys is better, it’s oh, robots are better. he really has no opinions on himself otherwise. people see him as a charming person, usually, because that’s what he presents himself as. but y’know. We All Know The Truth

47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event?

micah likes dressing up! he likes making it a thing and going all out. he seldom gets to wear suits and the like, so wearing them and going to a party or something is fun to him. he likes to chit chat, and what he does puts him as someone important and charitable to a lot of people. not only does he donate a lot of his earnings, he also has a mansion / penthouse where he lets people stay if they’re refugees, homeless, coming from bad situations, etc. he gets invited to fancy charity events often, and likes going to them occasionally. 

monroe finds them stuffy and boring, and stribog gets nervous at them. rhys is practically used to them, though.

49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them?

cain doesn’t like holding connections to his past, but he does have a very ratty, very old teddy bear from his mom. it sits in a drawer in his desk that’s locked, and he’s very protective over it. he doesn’t want anything bad happening to it. 

synne has their circlet, which is something they enjoy for aesthetic reasons, but it’s also a reminder on why they’re going out on adventures and the such. it helps them not lose sight of their goal. of course, their adventures and the reason for doing them have changed and advanced, but still. they take it everywhere with them, as it is part of their outfit, and is relatively sentimental. 

[florcarrow]

Merlin’s beard, what is ( FLORA CARROW ) doing out at this hour? For a ( PUREBLOOD ) who is ( 17 ) years old, ( SHE ) really ought to know better. You know, I hear that they’re aligned with ( THE NEUTRALS ), but that could be just a rumor. I do know that they’re ( A CIS-WOMAN ) and a ( SLYTHERIN ) student though. They’re very ( QUAINT ) and ( INTROSPECTIVE ) but also quite ( STOIC ) and ( HAUGHTY ), which could be why they remind of ( STAINED PAGES, FROM CRUSHED LILLIES IN THE PLACE OF BOOKMARKS; GHOSTLY WHISPERS FROM THE INSIDE OF A CLOSED ROOM, ALLUDING TO ANGER, TO FEAR, TO LOVE; THE SOUND OF BUBBLING AND FOAMING, BUT THE ABSENCE OF WARMTH ). Some people say they’re the spitting image of ( SOPHIE TURNER ), but I’ve never heard of them. ( &&. CAMI. 19. GMT. SHE/HER. )

hey yall, cami here. i’m really tired but take this please ily k bye

THE CARROWS

" we are the children of magic itself. " her mother used to put it all in quite a poetic manner. the small house, gloomy and damp, had a floating candle under each painting and photograph of long-forgotten carrows, once the ministers and headmasters of entire generations. blunders happened along the way, as it happened to every other pureblood family, and the paintings were thrown in the fireplace or into the creek running behind the property - the carrows had a deeply ingrained culture of glorifying their legacy, but ruthlessly turning it to ash should it not benefit them.

the great fortune of old was wasted by lavish living, and by the time achos carrow married to an insignificant selwyn, the debt ran deep - certainly aided by the heavy involvement of the family in the first wizarding war. in the stories flora was told, they were martyrs, sacrificing their kin and gold for a greater purpose, mourning the injustice of her uncle amycus and aunt alecto, behind bars. of course, it was easy to let stories fester in the minds of children, miles away from the truth - achos and ellaine had moved to a plot of land hidden between the welsh mounds shortly before their children arrived, and for far too many years, they lived mostly in their own forgotten country, where north was down, south was up, history was a puzzle they would rearrange.

their marriage is a happy one, the product of two lifelong friends with their minds set on one cause only, with the same trains of thought. after giving birth to twin girls, the couple saw in them the tabua rasa they so yearned for at work, in the department of magical education. try as they might, children had entire lives before going to hogwarts, and their efforts, even if the rest of the department wasn't in the way most times, was purely too little too late. hestia and flora would change that, becoming their personal experiments.

CHILDHOOD

given how well little flora took to stories, the carrows would spend endless hours sitting down with her, spewing all thoughts they saw fit, and she'd stare, deep in concentration, quiet end still, what an exemplary student. the image they so carefully curated of a small, charming and polite family was spreading.

soon, however, the well-screened tutors and especially the words of her parents were not enough. flora took to reading as soon as she learned how, and in books she could find new subjects, different people they'd never mentioned, fantasy that sounded much more real than the hollow concept of the dark lord. magic was all around her, but in those pages and in the dusty illustrations she felt every spell. once a little girl who did not ask questions, flora became a fountain of confusions, mostly met with 'who told you that?'.

the frustration towards the younger twin only grew over time. flora's favourite game became a sort of hide and seek, where she'd hide somewhere in the house or the rest of the property, telling no soul or perhaps hestia, at times, and waiting until the screams with her name began. it was fascinating to count how long it took for her little world to notice her absence, how they'd react, how sometimes her mother would begin crying after some hours, how a relative or family friend might be called in to help scour the fields for the little girl. there was something powerful in observing annoyance, anger, and above all fear, yet control when it all starts, when it all ends. in a place strictly manipulated by the two gods of the house, this was when she turned the tables, even if just for a bit. eventually, however, concern faded away. by twelve, she could disappear for the longest stretches, as long as she returned without a speck of dirt and in time for lessons or dinner - and of course, if she didn't meet with anyone but the household.

as a sidenote, someone bring hestia, lets plot more then, cmON

HOGWARTS

before going to hogwarts, flora and hestia had gone to the usual parties and celebrations the purebloods so fancied, and some ministry events where they could be shown off like school projects. they hadn't, however, seen much more than that. the prospect of getting wands, robes, boarding on a train - all little things that identified them as beings, individuals who were more than just a name and affiliation - it meant the world for flora. she relished in the way the shop owner told her father he couldn't keep giving flora the wands the man suggested until the exact one he envisioned worked. she held her ticket with the care one touches thin glass. she walked around the train with a smile thrown at every other first year kid, even began conversations with some. some people in her year still tease her about how much she's changed since that day.

the hat placed on her head took a minute or so to decide, being pulled in the directions of slytherin and ravenclaw, but flora knew which answer would make her parents, two slytherin alumni, the most satisfied. now she wonders if the opposite choice would have positioned her in any way farther away from the heart of the conflict.

flora grew quite happy at hogwarts. the library was the stuff of dreams, the classes a fresh new world, and she'd been lucky enough (or so she'd thought) to have gone to school the same year as the boy who lived, a story that she could never quite believe, even with the boy sitting in class right in front of her. in many ways, flora saw herself as the observer of the perfect spectacle throughout the years, her journals serving as the proof that she'd been the face in the crowd of the myths. flora read other points of view at the library, and heard them in her common room, creating in her mind her own narrative of harry potter, of the war, of the carrows.

her personal library grew even more during school. the easy access to other kids and to hogsmeade resulted in trunks getting heavier and heavier every summer, even sometimes with muggle names she couldn't dare let her family see. to her, none of that ever mattered. words were words, no matter who wrote them, and all she cared about was what incredible tales they told and how they made her feel.

her studious nature thrived at hogwarts, and her grades, while not beyond impressive, were rather good. flora always loved potions above all. she did quite well at all subjects, but she got into the slughorn club not only because of her name, but because of her talent. it was the one thing that felt precise and rational when everything else wasn’t.

while she was a quiet figure, either lurking in some forgotten couch in the common room, on her bed, or beneath a tree, flora showed to the people at hogwarts something her parents only got inklings of. her words often carried venom, and her words an edge as sharp as a cut - a few people even got frontstage to what happened when flora carrow held too much of that poison in herself and it spilled out, the burning flame of anger, the way her voice would at last raise above a whisper.

her parents feared that spark they sometimes saw. she was becoming a volatile little thing, a disgrace upon their projects and a threat to the legacy they'd been so carefully building. a few months ago a discussion began over what to do, a very public one, as a way to instill fear in the girl: perhaps flora needed a proper marriage plan, just like her grandparents and just like far too many of her peers - someone who'd control her, who'd bring some much-needed coin to the family, someone to DISTRACT her. they did, after all, always know of her affection for hopelessly romantic tales, even if they'd never heard of any boy she'd daydream of (and they never would). perhaps flora needed a goal, a purpose like the oath other people from her school had taken upon, like her uncle and aunt before her. a good potioneer like her could become a valuable investment for the dark lord.

HEADCANONS

as much as flora hates to admit it, there’s this hunger for power in the back of her mind that she can’t shut down. she enjoys feeling important, like the name she carries or the blood in her veins places her higher in a contest for worthiness.

umbridge was a personal friend of her parents, and flora saw her as the intrusion of the manipulating hand she knew all summer in the few months she had of freedom. resenting it, she did the most to fail the class, being called to her office often to discuss how her parents would be embarrassed and how dolores believed she could do much better. she just barely finished it.

how does flora feel about the whole muggleborn ‘debate’? she never really cared about it. it was too removed from her. it never personally affected her. she didn’t go out of her way to bully and attack muggleborns or ‘blood traitors’, but she wouldn’t exactly tell others to stop. perhaps insist that she was bored and they should just leave. she never stopped to analyze why she did that sometimes. she just doesn’t care. in fact, all of the events of late seem to barely make an impression upon her, except when they come with the threat of her having to actively participate in it. flora sees the entire conflict as the mighty pureblooded families losing relevancy and trying their hardest to gain it back; a petty little thing - she doesn't, however, grasp the reality that people have died for it, and innocents have been murdered. the details require emotional introspect she does not possess.

she is !! practically mute but if u get her to talk u see bitch is actually very angry?? all the time?? hulk whomst.  angry and annoyed and detached

flora has a hard time grasping the emotional weight of events unless she's writing about them. ever since she can remember, flora has kept journals, parts of it accounts of her days, most of it short stories and poems that serve as practice writing and as a fictionalization of the harsh reality around her. reading dumbledore's murder or the murder of ministry officials little stories about the fragility of mankind and the shortcomings of magic simply makes it easier to understand and cope with.

she loves potions and books. her dream is to just be an old witch living in a forest cottage in wales with ten cats and an equally as quiet girlfriend, brewing the potions that take weeks to complete, writing poems she forgets to put away, the scent of lavender in the air almost sickening.

flora has a little garden at home which she loves with all her heart. she truly cares for her plants, despite how much on the nose that is with her name. at hogwarts she keeps a couple of small pots hidden in the greenhouse.

doesn't own a single pair of jeans or pants. will live her entire life in dresses and skirts and is just fine like that.

she thinks the people fighting against the death eaters are also stupid and cruel. literally takes the term neutral and turns it into apathy and will openly speak about it with that specific dosage of venom should she trust you enough.

your back hurts? your hair needs to grow faster? want to poison someone? flora will gladly brew little batches of potions in her spare time and sell them within school grounds.

lowkey needs a hug and someone who'll take the time to really listen to hER

she also likes to walk around at night, trying her best not to get caught at home by her parents and by prefects at school. it freaks people out when at 3am they hear footsteps and the light from a wand, even if just around the room or the common area. she likes the creepy factor, completely embraces it, people sometimes find her reading with her back to their front doors or doing homework behind some plants in the greenhouse. dark forgotten places are her places.

she has a cat, he’s old and ugly and his name is moros like the greek god of doom. he hates everyone, most times including flora. he's not a nice cat and she'd tear a man limb by limb for him.

flor is constantly writing. unfinished projects are her thing. poetry, prose, plays, journaling. poetry is what she usually dedicates herself most. she has an eye for rhythm in words, and feelings. everything she writes is always either too hopeful and naive, or pessimistic and sad. she doesn’t know an in-between. that goes to say for her life as well. flora dreams of all the pretty perfect pure things she knows aren’t real. all the well-intentioned kisses and soft pink flowery dresses flowing in the wind, and small cottages in the middle of a field and delicate generations old tea sets. this pristine romanticized aesthetic

on the other hand, when her writing is sad, it’s not just sad. it’s miserable. it’s worrying. she talks about that even less. all the scary intrusive thoughts that come to her mind. all the holes she can’t explain why she could never fill. all the numbness that attacks her some days and she can’t fight it back. this loneliness that makes no sense.

okay in a nutshell, she loves her sister more than anything and anyone in the world, she is more naive than she lets on, she doesn’t let on much because she’s so quiet, she loves books and has pretty hair. this wasn’t mentioned anywhere but she does.

[dawnquafam]

"Immortality sucks.” - Peter Quill

So, like I said, in honor of my Spidey death post getting 12k notes, I decided to murder someone else. Except I decided to murder everyone. I have this headcanon that Star-Lord can get his powers back if he gets his hands on the seed Ego planted on Earth, which would once again make him immortal. So here he is, outliving everyone he loves. It’s about 1,600 words, give or take a few (and it took hours... I didn’t mean to let it get this big), so I’m putting it under a cut (with potential IW/Avengers 4 spoilers below), and if you’re on mobile trying to scroll past and the cut doesn’t work... I’m sorry.

Peter knows what he’s signing up for when he agrees to regain his Celestial powers. Part of the way he coped with losing them was to remind himself that, after a while, immortality would suck. After maybe a century, tops, he would lose everyone he had to protect. But now it’s necessary, otherwise he’ll lose everyone to Thanos within a day.

He knows, yes, but it doesn’t really hit him until the post-immortality deaths start, right there in that battle.

First is Captain America. As a kid, before everything went wrong, Peter had had some of his trading cards. Cap had been a symbol of the happy part of his childhood. And then Peter watched him get struck down, killed taking a hit for Bucky. That single moment, the brutal crunch of his bones that echoed through the comms, would haunt Peter forever. Literally.

Next to fall is Tony. Peter vaguely remembers overhearing his family ranting about his family’s weapons business, but the Tony Peter met was like the friend of his dreams. The man was pure sass, enjoyed Peter’s music like none of the Guardians really had, and even promised to upgrade the Zune to something more durable and with more memory without compromising the precious object itself, when Thanos was dealt with.

He didn’t make it that long. Without hesitation, he threw himself in front of the other Peter, and his final words to the kid sounded happier than Peter had ever seen him, even as the boy sobbed and screamed over his body. That moment, too, would haunt him till the end of time.

Third was Natasha. One moment, the battle was coming to a close, and she was joking with Clint. Then a stray energy blast hit her in the back and she was sprawled on the ground, her last laugh etched into her expression. That was how Peter always thought he’d go out – mid-battle and laughing. Looking at that expression, it was in that moment that Peter finally realized he would never die.

Thankfully, the battle took no one else. The funerals were rough, but the other Guardians willingly accompanied him to all three. Gamora held him close, knowing that his new curse hurt him. Even Drax and Rocket got a little touchy-feely around him – maybe there was something in his expression as he hovered at the back of the crowd, seeing Rhodey and Bucky and Clint and the others crying and knowing he would be that man far too often, far too soon.

A few years passed peacefully. The Guardians made frequent trips to Earth after the war, all the while growing closer to Earth’s heroes and the Asgardians. Peter reunited with his grandparents a couple days after, his Guardians at his side, and the odd family spent all day exchanging stories and eating wonderful food. The Guardians made sure to get Peter back to Earth for every holiday, every birthday. Then they passed, his grandfather from cancer and his grandmother from old age, and Peter was left the only person in the universe who remembered his mom.

Rocket’s short lifespan came to a close next. He went in his sleep, and the others discovered via Groot’s early morning wails. With trembling hands, Peter packed his ashes into a firework, and they blasted him into space. They huddled around their heartbroken tree to watch the pyrotechnics that Rocket would’ve loved.

Peter made sure to befriend any kids his friends had. Soon, he was known as the beloved but eccentric Uncle Peter to the Bartons, the Starks (Pepper discovered she was pregnant with twins shortly after Tony’s funeral), Thor’s kids, Loki and Val’s kids, and the Langs. Peter didn’t call him uncle because they enjoyed cheesy name-twin nicknames like Peter 1.0 and Peter 2.0. When their parents started passing, they turned to him for comfort, and he turned to them. After that first generation stopped wondering why he wasn’t growing old and dying like their parents, no one really questioned his presence – he was just there, a constant visitor throughout the decades.

He and Gamora never had biological kids of their own – between Thanos’s alterations and their different physiologies, they couldn’t. They mostly just went around adopting lost souls and helping them find their places in the galaxy. While she still lived, he didn’t mind. But when she passed, taking the entirety of her species with her, Peter broke. He screamed and cried and raged that it wasn’t fair. He had given so much to the universe, and all it did was take his soulmate from him. He missed her smiles, the way she made him feel just by being beside him, curling up with her every night. He missed her in a way he had never thought possible, because it hurt so much.

Drax was gone at that point, dying with a smile on his face at the thought of reuniting with his wife and daughter. Nebula, too, was gone, finally free of all her torment. Groot and Mantis had settled on a planet, with Groot needing more and more sunlight in his old age. Somehow, drunk out of his mind, Peter flew the Milano to them, and they took care of him for a while. Mantis had to wear gloves to touch him, so powerful was his grief. But, not too long later, old age claimed Mantis and Groot, too. When he awoke one day to find Groot curled up in a patch of sunlight, unmoving, Peter fell to his knees and cried. All of his friends, all of the people he had become immortal to protect, were dead.

He was alone.

As he sobbed in the grass, a small shuttle landed nearby. It didn’t look too different from the quinjets of old, but it was more streamlined and painted with fine lines of gold. Out of it stepped Loki. It was then Peter noticed the tablet beside Groot, still stuck on the “Your call has been disconnected” screen. Carefully, Loki approached the grieving immortal. Somehow, he convinced Peter to pack his things and board the shuttle while he laid the tree to rest. After that, Loki flew him back to Asgard, which was still stationed on Earth, still unable to find a suitable, uninhabited planet to settle on. Bucky lived there, too, but outside of him, Loki, and Thor, battle, illness, accidents, and old age had claimed all the other originals. Even Peter was dead – his grandson now bore the moniker Spider-Man. Bucky didn’t survive much longer after Peter’s arrival.

If Peter had expected the Asgardians to be gentle with him, he was wrong. Thor and Loki, already intimately familiar with the concept of outliving their friends and loved ones, gave him a lecture and put him to work. Peter resented them for it – didn’t he deserve to mourn?

But their tactic worked. The work distracted him, and regularly hanging around with the brothers and their families reminded them that he wasn’t alone. The originals’ descendants visited Asgard often, too, and their questions helped Peter retain his memories of his mortal friends. Peter found hope again for the first time since Gamora’s death, and he even figured out a new purpose in life. Working with Thor and Loki, he found a suitable patch of empty space at reasonable traveling distance to Earth, and he started building a planet. Unlike Ego’s planet, this one would be full of life, home to the Asgardians and any other refugees who needed it.

It took a couple thousand years, and it felt really weird, having this mental connection to a planet full of people and animals, but he enjoyed it. He didn’t stop visiting Earth, giving advice to every new generation, but everything that he needed was on his planet. He even built an ever-growing museum as a tribute to the heroes he’d lost. When he wasn’t busy taking care of planet business, he led tours there. Gamora, Rocket, Steve, Tony, Yondu, and all the others would never be forgotten.

He settled into a routine, but even Asgardians weren’t immortal. Valkyrie was the first to go. Thor followed her gratefully, having already outlived his half-human children. Their deaths hurt, the companionship of thousands of years lost, but Loki’s was the worst. Peter and Loki had spent a lot of time saving lives and getting into trouble together, and losing your best friend of four thousand years was just as bad as losing your soulmate of a century – worse, in some ways.

But this time, Peter didn’t go on a rampage. After four thousand years, loss was an old friend. More importantly, his weird connection to this planet was a constant reminder that Star-Lord was forever loved and needed. And Peter Quill was a fixture in the life of many families, even as their bloodlines grew more and more distant from the friends who started them. Their features faded, their last names disappeared, some families died out entirely, and even Peter stopped trying to make connections to the originals, but he helped them out anyway.

Everyone Peter knew and cared about grew and died, over and over and over. The thousands of years stretched into tens of thousands and then hundreds of thousands and then millions. The universe changed around him. Sometimes, Peter thought he would go insane. He could ease his pain by having immortal children of his own, but he wouldn’t wish this life on anyone. Being immortal was harder than he had ever imagined, but in every life he saved, he found happiness, and knew he was doing exactly what all of his long-dead friends would want him to.

For them, he lived happily. Even though it was forever the hardest thing he ever had to do.

[sorrowsflower]

Witchfire (AU) Part 1

Okay, so I’ve spent the past few weeks being bombarded with AUs ideas, but this one particular AU was burning a hole in brain and I needed to purge it out. Many thanks to @equusgirl and @randombiochemist for listening to my insane ramblings and for helping me flesh this stuff out.

So, it starts with Adlock, but though the ending has some Adlock, it’s not the main pairing in this AU. The main pairing is Mercy (the female Adlock kid that @elinorx and I came up with in one of our headcanons) and one of the characters from the TV show Salem, John Alden. Yes, this ship is driving me insane.

It’s based mainly on Salem (without the freaky devil worship) and the Lord of the Rings trilogy (from the Fellowship of the Ring to the Return of the King). There’re elements of other fandoms, but those three (Adlock/LOTR/Salem) are the main driving force in the plotline.

WARNING #1: this will eventually have a LOT of angst. WARNING #2: it’s long. Really long. But I just really needed to write it out and get it out of my head!

So it begins in Middle Earth, before Frodo acquires the Ring. In Middle Earth, women are forbidden from practicing magic. Much like in Salem, witches are burned at the stake, so they have to hide themselves in plain sight.

The Holmes family have been prominent witch hunters for generations, and its scions, Mycroft, Eurus and Sherlock are all raised as skilled witch hunters.

Sherlock and Eurus are particularly proficient. Sherlock because his deductive skills aid him in finding the witches, and Eurus because, welll... Eurus is a secret witch, and the reason why she kills so many witches is because she wants to become the High Witch, the most powerful of them all. Eurus already has an extraordinary mind, but magic fuels it further, gives her powers no other witch has ever even heard of.

Except for Irene (Irayna), the current High Witch.

She attempts to defeat the great witch hunter Sherlock Holmes at his game by getting him to fall for her and eventually killing him. She secures his affection and sentiment without even using magic. Unfortunately she ends up falling for him as well.

It takes a week for Sherlock to “track the witch” down, which makes Mycroft suspicious because a week is a little too long for a clever and experienced hunter like Sherlock.

While Mycroft’s suspicions grow, Eurus offers to help him with his hunt for the High Witch, which works out in both their favor because Mycroft abhors “legwork” and he knows that a relationship between a hunter and witch, especially between these two, is bound to be trouble. Besides, a witch and a witch-child in the Holmes family? Never! And Eurus because she wants the High Witch dead, and also because she wants to “play a little game with Sherlock and his wicked witch”.

Eventually, Sherlock and Irene have to part ways because they’ll be caught too easily together, especially with Eurus hunting them, since she’s cleverest of them all and knows Sherlock too well. Sherlock returns to the ancestral home, Musgrave, to lead Eurus away from Irene.

However, Mycroft has sent spies to look for Irene. She eludes them easily, especially with the help of one of her sister-witches, Constantine. Soon, they find out that Irene is carrying Sherlock’s child, and when Mycroft’s spies eventually manage to track Irene down, she kills them all, save for one who manages to escape and tells Mycroft about Irene’s pregnancy. 

Mycroft lies to Sherlock and tells him that Irene is dead. He shows Sherlock a bloody swath of cloth from Irene’s dress and the ashes of one of the witches Mycroft has had burned at the stake as proof, but Mycroft cannot bring himself to have Sherlock’s unborn child killed.

When Sherlock and Irene’s daughter, Marcianna (“Mercy”) is finally born, Eurus senses the birth of another potential High Witch.

“She is your brother’s daughter! She is your own flesh and blood!”

The smile on Eurus Holmes’s face terrifies the Governor. It is a smile that revels in its coldness, that has nothing to do with mirth or joy, an unnatural thing that might have been painted on the face of the dead.

“Blood is power. I will have hers.”

She raises cold, soulless eyes to the Governor’s and the smile grows. “Ready the seal, Governor. We will do what Mycroft’s pathetic spies could not and find my brother’s harlot and his bastard... Tonight, I will bathe in the blood of another Holmes witch.”

Eurus enters Mercy’s bedroom in the middle of the night and stands over the baby’s cradle with a knife. She almost kills Mercy, but Irene has placed a protective spell over the cradle. She wakes just in time and manages to banish her. She sends a messenger to Sherlock, telling him about the baby and Eurus’s attack. But Eurus kills the messenger before he reaches Musgrave.

After the failed attack, Eurus becomes incensed and even more determined to kill both Irene and Mercy. However, the next time she attacks, Irene is ready for her. 

Eurus tries to set their house on fire, but Irene performs an enchantment to create the illusion that she and Mercy have perished from Eurus’s spell. But not before Eurus manages to fool her as well. 

Eurus uses a doppelganger of Sherlock during her second assault to convince Irene that he is attacking her as well. Shocked, Irene almost falters, but she manages to complete the spell and the illusion works. Eurus finally believes she and Mercy are dead.

Cloaked by shadows, the High Witch watches the tall figure beyond the flames. There is no mistaking that face -- she has seen it in apathy, in ecstasy, sentiment etched in every sharp line -- but now she sees those features that have filled her dreams contorted in hatred and malevolent satisfaction as he looks down at the false bodies bearing her face and that of their daughter burning on the ground.

Pain, sharp, ruthless and wicked, blooms in her chest, and she feels the hot sting of tears in her eyes. 

No. No, she will not weep for Sherlock Holmes. She will bleed him dry first before she weeps for him. She will stand over his lifeless body like he does hers before she weeps for him.

Beside her, Constantine is a strong, silent presence. The High Witch breathes deeply, smoke and hatred filling her lungs. She clutches the tiny, warm bundle in her arms tighter, and takes one last hard look before disappearing with her sister into the comfort and safety of the night.

Irene, Mercy and Constantine go into hiding in the outskirts of Salem, with Irene now as Semira, the "Widow Norton" and Semira begins to plot her revenge. Semira instills in Mercy hate for Sherlock and uses her in her plans for revenge.

In Salem, they are joined by Constantine’s young daughter, Tituba. Both Tituba and Mercy grow up together and are raised as sisters. Mercy lives a lonely childhood, isolated from the people of the community. She finds a measure of happiness with Semira, Constantine and Tituba, but she has never found true joy outside of her family.

That is, until she meets John Alden.

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i have dnd on the brain so

dustin: lawful good rhys: lawful evil ado: chaotic good yuri: true neutral duke: neutral evil vero: neutral good ash: neutral good cole: lawful neutral katherine: true neutral mk: true neutral noah: chaotic neutral strippin: chaotic good toby: true neutral michael: chaotic good siris: chaotic good

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25 + 17 everyone

questions! / open.

17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos?

dustin: he ADORES taking pictures! he loves video recording everything, and in particular, likes taking photos of his teammates/friends, pretty sunsets, cute dogs, anything that he wants to remember. he takes selfies only for social media, and keeps the rest of his photos on his phone to look back on when he’s feeling downrhys: he…thinks it’s a waste of time. he has a photographic memory, after allyuri: usually takes accidental artsy photos. usually takes them on accident, but she likes taking pictures of books at the library that she finds interesting so she can borrow them laterheather: anything and everything. typically selfies and photos of other people, thoughvero: pretty sparse in her pictures, but usually takes pics of animals and scenery. on the occasion, takes pictures of jdash: takes the occasional selfie, but otherwise, doesn’t really photograph a lotcole: doesn’t at all take pictureskatherine: also doesn’t rlly take picturesmk: takes…very weird, very cursed photos. they take selfies, but from very odd anglesnoah: photos of other people, scenery, birds, but not much of himself. he just finds the process awkwardstrippin: no photostoby: random photos of a tv show he’s watching or w/e weird smoothie concoction he’s makingmichael: photos of his cabin, usually. just of his paternal half siblings, them winning, clues he might need for later, etcsiris: pictures of his wife and kids. that’s p much it

25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?

dustin: he finds imitations and funny faces funny! he has a relatively good sense of humor, and can crack a pretty good joke here and thererhys: he. finds the suffering of humans funny. he has a horrible sense of humor and is pretty shitty at comedy tooyuri: laughs at wit and history jokes, but it’s pretty hard to make her laugh! she has a very dry sense of humor, so she’s not good at comedyheather: harmful jokes directed towards certain people, but she also likes situational irony. it’s…pretty easy to make her laugh, and she’s not exactly the funniest.vero: inappropriately timed occurrences and irony. she’s…funny, but she doesn’t mean to be. ash: adores puns and the like! she also loves really well told stories / standup, i.e john mulaney. she has a good sense of humor and is very charming, so she can do jokes pretty wellcole: the most you’ll get out of them is a snort with impressions. they’re…very deadpan and hard to make laugh, but they do make other people laugh w/ deadpan deliveries katherine: laughs at slapstick humor done well. pretty hard to make laugh, and tries her best to joke, but it doesn’t work well for hermk: bizarre comedy. absolutely surreal humor gets them. they have a good sense of humor, but they’re not…really…good at making jokesnoah: dry, dark humor! he adores it. he’s pretty easy to make laugh if you know what to say, but he has a particular sense of humor. he’s very funny thoughstrippin: dry humor and dad jokes. he thinks the latter are stupid, but he loves them. he’s decent at his sense of humor and is pretty funny!toby: surreal humor. pretty easy to make laugh. he’s funny, but not intentionally. what he does is more confusing and entertaining than funny, actuallymichael: dry humor, slapstick done to those he hates, as well as well done roasts. a pretty good sense of humor, and is funny effortlesslysiris: a sucker for standup. he’s a little hard to make laugh, but if you know what to say, he’ll laugh easily. he can be funny when he wants to be

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