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you know when youre thinking about your ocs like "wow they interact super interestingly with the world ive shoved them in" and then you realise you have no one to talk to about it. noooo.... if only i had posted about them.... talked about them even.....
#wrent#somebody please ask me about her im insane#her being june#shes my precious everything i love her#shes part of the explorers bc she wanted money but she also wants a family AND THE VOLTTACKLERS ARE FOUND FAMILY THATS WHAT SHE WANTS!!!#but she cant join them#bc shes running from the law rn#WAHHHH the amount of pain....#ii feel with her.....
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Mr. & Mrs. Folke
#they are in love#they are everything to me#they're the only canon alive couple from the manga that is happy in their marriage#and i love them so very much#yarn folke#that old woman is everything#she's so lovely#she doesn't even talk ever. the only thing she says is “oh dear” on an extra comic whrn kaka cries after the gnome festival#she is so mom#i love her#and#tansu folke#he's a grandpa#an old soul in an old body#he's the definition of old grumpy caring man#he cares so much about his sons#i love here#this couple right here#is the best of them all#fuck romance i want whatever this bitches have#and still they love each other and are happy in their marriage#dungeon meshi#dunmeshi#delicious in dungeon#theyre married ik. and old af. and precious.#they're goals#my shit
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#family death tw#i have‚ still on my phone‚ a voicemail that my mother left me in 2009‚ after her mastectomy#she never got over the habit from the nokia days of feeling like she needed to shout on a cell phone#(you could hear her convos from three rooms away. you know the type.)#and there's a scratch in how she talks‚ presumably from a sore throat post-op#but she makes her voice light. 'it's MOM. i'm FINE. everyTHING WENT WELL.'#reassuring me‚ her teenager daughter living 4000 miles away#i'm in my thirties now#and one year ago today my mother stopped me after breakfast and said 'elizabeth i don't feel so well'#and died before lunch#i can try to tell you what i've learned this year: that you adjust to a new normal and then have to keep adjusting#how you spend a good chunk of your adult life being a caretaker and then have nothing to do with your hands#or how you never really stop mentally flagging things that you'd think they'd find interesting#or how strange it is to look at some family pictures and be the only living person in them#but mostly i'm so grateful i have that voicemail.#it's become one of the most precious things in the world to me.#'i'm feeLING PRETTY GOOD. quiT WORRYING. i'll be trying to call you laTER. LOVE YOU. BYE.'
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it’s the Gym Leader Champion himself! And his (current) team!
Umemiya’s Team:
Breloom (Partner Pokemon)
Sceptile
Tangrowth
Gogoat
Sawsbuck
Applin (gifted)
Alright, being totally honest here, Umemiya’s team is partially just… self-indulgence on my part. I wanted him to be a grass-type trainer (and a one-type team made sense when he was originally a gym leader in this AU), and the initial picks were my own preferences. Breloom doesn’t get enough love, okay? Also, a grass/fighting type with a perpetually frowning pre-evolved form that Umemiya probably carried around at all times? Too perfect in my eyes. He’s definitely developed some sort of resistance to Stun Spore and Poison Powder because of his persistence in getting Shroomish to like him, so that’s a fun bonus.
Gogoat and Sawsbuck are perfect for helping to transport injured or otherwise exhausted pokemon (and kids, because of course the local children flock to Kotoha’s daycare center). Tangrowth loves helping to maintain the center itself, as well as the grounds. Sceptile’s the bodyguard (that Hiragi — who took over as temporary champion while Umemiya’s out here finding himself — insisted on, since no one else on this team is a particular powerhouse).
Applin, well. Applin was a gift. From Tsubaki (who may or may not have an Applin of his own from Umemiya—). Applin pretty much never leaves Umemiya’s side these days and that’s just the way they both like it.
This isn’t the team Umemiya became champion with, though. He left some of his pokemon to Hiragi and a few others are back home with Professor Shitara. What he’s kept with him are the ones he thought would be best suited to the daycare center.
#king’s court#wind breaker#umemiya hajime#pokemon: verdant winds#I’ll take criticism on this one but I like this team quite a lot#especially applin because I LOVE umemiya/tsubaki#I am in fact a multi shipper for this fandom and I like pretty much everyone with sakura including ume#but ugh umemiya and tsubaki are fucking precious#also I go with the canon pronouns tsubaki uses. everyone who uses she/her or some variation of that I see you and I love you#going with canon is just my preference#anyway I wish I could draw because baby ume with this big angry looking frowny faced Shroomish is everything to me right now
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TW: child abuse and neglect (flashbacks and mentions), blood
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Twig learned a myriad of lessons before the few weeks she spent looking for the pair of siblings.
For one, Opal’s friend, disguised as a Gligar when Twig first found her, is actually a Zorua. The second Twig entered the house, the child still nestled into her arms, Opal had rushed to them and pointed out an injury that neither Twig nor Ark could see. The second she saw Opal, Zorua must have felt safe, because the disguised dropped shortly afterwards.
Second, Zorua’s illusions can hide injuries and the blood that came with it. Twig saw the red on her arms before she knew the wound was there. Only Ark could fully see it, and he bristled and recoiled on sight, turning Opal away from the scene and telling Twig “we need to get her help she needs it now Twig-”
The third thing she had learned was that whenever you think you’ve learned the maximum amount of stitches someone can have, know that there could always be more.
Fourth, you can be in a similar position as the child you saved, but still can’t answer your daughter when she looks at you with terrified, distraught eyes and asks you why while trembling. You can learn that you can always find new limits to your rage and fear when you hold your daughter close and she asks if this is her fault. You can learn you can find the words, be as outwardly as comforting as you can, but the intensity of the inferno burning inside you doesn’t fade.
Fifth, Grovyle never did forgive himself for Crystal Cave despite what he tells others and himself. Ark had spoken to Celebi, who had come with Dusknoir and Grovyle to go on a mission to hunt the siblings down. They had all gone pale when they saw the child’s state. Twig repeatedly caught Grovyle looking at his own hands and looking back at Zorua, and she can see the nausea brewing inside him as his mouth tightens. Zorua is much younger than Kip was that day — only a few months behind Opal.
She’s younger than Opal.
Six, miracles actually do exist beyond time traveling shenanigans, because Zorua pulls through. She is covered in bandages, her body is skinny, she is lethargic and tired, but she has defied all the odds and she’s alive.
Seven, she learns there are even more levels to her rage when Zorua immediately looks around wildly and then begs Twig not to tell her siblings she was here and that they’ll be upset if she doesn’t come back soon.
Eight, Opal, Lucky, Manaphy, Spindle, and Bud are more emotionally intelligent than Twig gave them credit for. They introduced themselves slowly and separately without complaint. They go at Zorua’s pace. Gradually, Zorua gets more comfortable, and there are mornings where encouraging her to come out of hiding is less difficult.
Nine, Zorua’s name is Ruby, but she can’t speak of her siblings without trembling. Reassurances that those two won’t even get near her again only do so much.
The tenth and final lesson Twig learned was that there is a point where you’re so angry you can’t feel it anymore. In the months that Ruby was recovering, no one had heard a thing about anyone looking for her. Grovyle tells her that in the times he’s checked Boulders Quarry, no one came back in search for her. Dusknoir confirms this. The siblings are no where to be found, or at least, they are, but they have taken on a different appearance and still aren’t even making an attempt to look for Ruby.
It’s one week, then two, then three, and Dusknoir makes the comment that the siblings have somehow made themselves harder to track down than Grovyle did in the Dark Future and present. They know they’re looking for two Zoroarks — Opal had confirmed as much — but things are more tricky when said species can illusion themselves as other Pokémon. Dusknoir suggested spreading a rumor that a little Zorua had been found and wanted to find her siblings again, but said siblings didn’t seem to take the bait. There was no way that they were going to make Ruby help in the search, and Twig had murdered the offer that Opal gave to help hunt them down. It would be over her cold, dead, unfeeling body before Twig ever let any children near those monsters.
It’s towards the end of the week that Ruby and Opal wake Twig up in the middle of the night, both transformed into Charmanders and holding hands, that they finally get something to blow open the case.
“They wanted me to go to another town,” Ruby whispers, squeezing Opal’s hand. “They’re going to be mad I didn’t make it and stayed here. They’re going to be really, really mad when they come back. They’re going to come back and take me away- and I don’t- I don’t wanna-”
“Ruby,” Twig’s voice is soft and firm, “I promise, nobody here will ever let them take you. They’re never going to hurt you ever again.”
“But what if they break in?”
Twig almost frowns, but she immediately schools her face into something cool, “do they break into homes a lot?”
Ruby slowly nods her head, looking at the floor, “they’ll look for a while, and when they find me, they’ll watch to know when the best time to break in is. Then they’ll grab me, and-”
She chokes and trembles, her eyes start going far away, staring into an abyss no one else can see. They are only stopped by Opal’s gentle squeeze and Twig’s words.
“It’s okay, they won’t,” a soft smile follows. “Do you want to stay near me for the rest of the night?”
Both Opal and Ruby are curled up beside her in that next moment. Ark comes into view, holding more blankets and pillows. He approaches, gently tucking in the kids and then whispers to Twig.
“I relayed Ruby’s words to Celebi and she passed them along to Dusknoir. He said three days.”
Something sparks up inside her, she’s unsure what it is, but it keeps her up all night as she waits.
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Three days, and Opal yells “Mother! Dad! I had a nightmare! Come here!” and then as soon as they arrive, she points to the window while never taking her eyes off them, “we need to get rid of that window, Monsters can get in!”
From the corner of her eye, Twig sees it. She sees the silhouette of someone move away just a second too slow for her to miss it.
“Stay with them so they’re safe,” are the only words she gives Ark before she turns on her heel and marches out the door. The Gardevoir and Gallade wave to her from their house, then turn back to speak to one another.
Twig knows that Gardevoir and Gallade would be asleep and staying indoors if they had awakened this late at night. Twig knows that Gardevoir and Gallade wouldn’t be whispering insults about Opal, promising to make her shut up for good if she gets in their way. Gardevoir wouldn’t whisper the words, “that brat is really going to get it once we get to her. I swear if she said anything I’m going to tear off all her fur.”
Twig marches up to them, grabs their arms, and yanks. Her grip is so harsh that “Gallade” squeaks and then joins “Gardevoir” in yelping when Twig pulls them. They stumble, almost tripping over themselves as the illusion finally gives way and reveals two Zoroarks. They look at her, and whatever irritation or defiance they had vanishes into dust as they gave into her eyes, illuminated by her brightly burning, purple flame on her tail.
Twig feels it. She feels the fury, pain, despair, and pure hatred that were building up over months, but had nowhere to go. The plan to have everyone surround the siblings and bring them to justice goes out the window, and Twig is positive that Ark is probably trying to make contact with Celebi so that there isn’t a double homicide. She doesn’t care.
“Six months,” she seethes. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for six fricking months — looking for six months. You hurt your sister, threatened to hurt my daughter, planned on hurting your sister again, tried breaking into my home — I’m going to tear you both apart.”
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Sorry it isn’t the best and I know Twig, Ark, Grovyle, and Dusknoir — actually, probably all of them — are probably ooc, but I hope it’s still a fun read!
Also, I chose Ruby for the name of the Zorua because I thought it fit at the time, but halfway through writing this I felt like it didn’t but I didn’t know what I would change it to. Feel free to rename this character — the fic is for you, so I feel like you should have most say in this. I also chose Zorua because I thought it would be cute if Opal had a friend who could also “transform” into different Pokémon.
It wasn’t at all too triggering— it was just so amazing that I was taking ages to finally gather my thoughts and react to it! It’s so poignant and impactful in all the most profound ways it could possibly be that I was absolutely flabbergasted by it all, and along with the gift of a new character I wanted to give it the thoroughly grateful response it deserves. I’ve reread it throughout the days since you sent it in and every time it left me floored by emotion. I’m sorry for not replying sooner— the writing is so impactful that I think I kind of forgot that the author might be worried about my silence indicating the subject matter upset me. I was too busy having stars in my eyes whenever I thought about it.
I want to make art of Ruby + a profile for her to go along with this, which is the main reason I’ve been taking a while to respond— but I want to reassure you that you did nothing wrong whatsoever, so I’ll give an art-free response now and make Ruby’s profile later!
The characters are all represented in such lovely ways, and the pacing and prose are both absolutely astounding. This was a phenomenal piece and it’s been keeping me company as I’ve come down with a bad cold— I’ve been feeling severely under the weather, and this fic has been a silver lining amidst that. Ruby is precious, and I’d kill for her… actually, hang on. Move over Twig, I want to get a few punches in.
Thank you so much for this fic! I’m sorry for the anxiety you must have felt in the time I didn’t respond— rest assured that this is something I adored the second I received it and will treasure forevermore :>
#i’ve got 40+ things in my inbox at the moment and I want to let everyone who’s sent something in know#I read everything that is sent in and love every last ask and submission!#I’m trying to get through all the inbox items but I’m fairly slow about it and need to be better about strategizing how I answer things#i hope you guys know that I’ve never received an ask that I didn’t like#heck— I’ve got a meaner anonymous ask sitting in my inbox mocking my religion. and I regularly pull up that one up and laugh at it!#all of that aside---#thank you again for this fic! it’s stunning and I plan to incorporate Ruby in future posts#I’m really grateful to have received the fic and this character :>#her being a zorua so she and Opal can transform into other Pokémon together is so precious I have no words#the present is a gift fanart#shadow baby AU#PMD OCs#PMD oc#PMD darkrai#PMD dusknoir#PMD celebi#PMD grovyle#pokemon mystery dungeon#pokémon mystery dungeon#pmd explorers#pmd sky#pmd eos#pmd2#pmd#sofie answers asks
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I know this is mostly a smut writing blog but genuinely, genuinely I have such a deep appreciation for soobin as a person and I love reading his interviews and hearing what he has to say because he is so deeply emotional and I feel like his inner world is so rich and I think that is why he has such strong connections with the other members- particularly beomgyu and kai- and is why he is such a good leader even though he doesn't always think he is like. I know I log on here to be like, hehe soob but like, oh my gosh he is just so emotional and intense and I feel so precious about him like, I can't even put it into words well but he really does feel like he's so human and so varied and I love the glimpses he lets us see into his thoughts and feelings and like, I am *so* proud of him always and getting to learn about how he has grown and matured feels like such a privilege
#please read txttranslations explanation of the lyrics of his cover and also soli (can't remember her @)#she did a good interpretation too#+ his weverse mag interviews. all of them#+ everything he says in the our lost summer documentary#like#i really just always come to a loss for words when i talk about it but he really is so precious to me#my heart is like fragile glass where it holds him#i love him so much#ari talks
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Thank god Sasha was confirmed bisexual, otherwise people would hc her as lesbian solely and exclusively because she's kind of a bitch.
#like it's a stereotype at this point. happy bubbly character HC'd as bi or pan. weird almost alien-esque character HC'd as ace/aro/aroace#skinny depressed sadboi man HC'd as gay. physically stronger taller and more extroverted and confident man HC'd as bisexual#and of course. mean bitch HC'd as a lesbian#i really don't get the ''nice fun and bubbly = bisexual'' stereotype at all#like what does it meannnnn#is it meant to represent how they're more ''open'' to ''more people''??#and lesbians being mean represents ?? idk that they're more ''closed''?#also see how the fanon male gay characters are usually like sad delicate flowers that must be protected and fanon lesbians are#just more ''rough'' somewhat. or at least closed off and cold or distant somehow#''frigid'' is the word that comes to my mind (yikes)#btw I LOVE that Anne and Marcy are characterized as lesbians a lot of the time in this fandom#since they're definitely much more ''soft'' and like cutesy and sweet than big mean Sasha#i love lesbian Anne (extroverted. confident. likes playing matchmaker. super super social. local jock. quite girly when she has the chance)#and I love lesbian Marcy (soft adorable bubbly girl. surprisingly extroverted. VERY hyper. vv energetic. adorable n precious cinnamon roll)#i kinda like the idea of aroace Marcy as someone who clings to her friends so desperately because she sees them drifting away from her#and priorizing other types of relationships (romantic bonds) while she's left alone because THEY were her everything#and she gave her whole heart to them#but they never gave their hearts to her because they were waiting for someone else to give them to. a romantic partner.#something marcy could never be#but I also feel like sometimes the ''weird girl'' thing might give off alien vibes somehow (?) like she just clearly doesn't belong in this#in this world she doesn't belong to this species she doesn't experience what most humans experience#i have mixed feelings on aroace marcy but tbh i don't care enough to like. complain about people who see her that way lol#though I admit I prefer lesbian Marcy a lot more#my posts#btw one hc i really do adore is trans girl Anne. idk if it's ''too stereotypical'' in relation to her like about who she sees in the mirror#i find it so soft and sweet. how she learns to love herself. how she forms a sense of self. trans girl anne my absolute precious#amphibia
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#sonic the hedgehog#trip the sungazer#sonic superstars#TRIP MY BELOVED 🥹🥹🥹🥹🧡🧡🧡🧡#This is so incredibly cute!#AWW LOOK AT HER!#CAN WE PLEASE HAVE TRIP IN THE MODERN SONIC CANON#SHE’D BE AN EXCELLENT ADDITION TO TEAM ROSE#I believe Big and Froggy are just fine on their own 😭#TRIP! 🥹 SHE SO BABYYYYY#i’ve heard its officially the year of the dragon 👀#THE YEAR OF TRIPPPPPPP 👁👁#Froggy is in this picture… Does this mean Big the Cat is about to show up?#She's so adorable! I hope we'll see more Trip in the future 🧡#I love Trip we need more Trip#AWW SO CUTE#TRIP 😭🧡#This lil baby looks so happy so cute so kind... and everything!#I really love her 🫶❤️🧡💛#Nice to see Trip with the Flickys! 🥰#SHEEEEEE#AWWW TRIP LOOKS SO PRECIOUS!!!#TRIP TRIP TRIP TRIP TRIP TRIP#TRIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#My girl Trip! 🙌#SUPERSTARS ART YAY#TRIP!!!!! 🧡🧡🧡🧡✨✨✨#NEW TRIP ART THIS IS NOT A DRILL ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️#TRIP MY BELOVED#TRIPPPP 💕
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ALISAIE SAD SHE CAN'T COME THROUGH THE PORTAL TOO AND ASKING WUK LAMAT TO MAKE SURE THE WOL DOESN'T TAKE ON ALL THE BURDENS BY THEMSELVES!!!! I'M FINE DOING GREAT EVEN
#i immediately thought of her outburst in ultima thule#of how she's tired of the wol always having to take on everything alone#how unfair it is#now she can't be there to watch over them but she's making sure they're not alone!!!!!!#CONTINUITY#YOU LOVE TO SEE IT#my precious baby daughter whom i love very much#mai plays ffxiv#dawntrail spoilers#dt spoilers
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hc that throughout the years, jude takes leaves of absences form being high queen to go spend a couple months w vivi heather n oak !!! madoc too ig while he’s still exiled lol. ( vehemently ignoring the stolen heir’s canon sorry not sorry.) family bonding time, far away from the hubbub n chaos of the folk, n also the realization that jude doesn’t mind the mortal world all that much. yes it’s not faerieland, but it’s smth alright n she finds it soothing at times. she’s less unhinged n paranoid compared to when she was younger n the ptsd from her past has decreased in its intensity thanks to heather-mandated therapy ( heather only had to hear a couple times abt the duarte sisters’ fucked up childhood for her to plead jude to go to therapy—vivi alrdy has— n jude relented after 5 yrs of honest-to-god begging. big slay heather our mental health queen 🫂) and so that’s why she can even leave faerieland in someone else’s hands. these visits aren’t too frequent but they r long in their duration. 3-4 months tops. sometimes cardan comes along bcs the bed feels empty w/o jude n— Okay he’s js lonely w/o his wife. sue him. some poor hapless councilor advisor is forced to be in charge in their place (they send letters weekly. ‘please your majesties, when will you be returning home ?’ #urgent LOL) one day jude (age:37) notices grey hairs appearing on her head n she sort of freaks out. not in an entirely vain way either. more like:. oh fuck aren’t i supposed to not age as long as im in faeirieland ?? 3 long discussions later w cardan n the royal folk-human specialist, the conclusion that is reached is that bcs of jude’s visits to the mortal word, as infrequent as they r, theyve seemed to affect the way her body ages. or more aptly put, doesn’t age lol. jude gets some grey hair n lines on her face while still technically NOT aging. n she feels less panicky abt it bcs hey she’s not aging. sort of. meanwhile, cardan finds himself deeply enamored w jude’s grey hair n the subtle creases on her face that multiply slowly. he tells jude js so n she’s like i am not susceptible to flattery cardan greenbriar. hes Serious abt it tho n tells her that he isn’t saying that bcs it’ll make her feel better or wtv but bcs her aging evidently is actually beautiful to him. cue jude sour pursed lips for a bit as she gets these days when it comes to cardan being unbearably earnest towards her but she feels less weird abt the hair n lines so :)
anyways this was a long-winded niche asf hc that appeals to exactly only 2 ppl on this site n im not even confident in THAT estimate lol
#notice there’s no mention of taryn here ? hc that they never rlly resolve their relantionship issues properly n taryn n jude plan their#trips months apart bcs SISTER ISSUES !!!! also taryn is lowkey bitter abt the fact jude forgave cardan for everything he did to her but not#her#hc that they eventually get their shit together n it’s a long sob-filled heartbreaking reunion bcs at the end of theh day the duarte twins#love each other to pieces no matter what n that’s probably the worst part of their fractured relationship LOL#me: i want to see jude happy n content n the long process to being better n— basically everything left in unacknowledged in canon#[dua lipa crying.gif]#she’s so precious to me#it won’t ever happen realistically bcs of magic n shit but my jude ages elegantly vision is so strong ive been POSSESED#jude duarte#madoc family#jurdan#tfota#also idk if i’ll ever read tsh/tpt it js isn’t appealing to me from what little i’ve heard abt it lol#suren seems miskiin but also we should’ve all saved ourselves the trouble n let oak grow up permanently in the mortal world …. 🧘♀️#vivi duarte#heather#i will always be annoying abt heather i need more of her need her own little story abt meeting vivi LIKEE#tell me how she brushed away vivi’s inherent folk weirdness TELL ME ABT IT..#healed jurdan n the duarte twins will HEAL ME#lol#btw when i say jude forgave cardan i mean that boy had to pull out all the stops LMAO they even had a not-break-up for a while
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I've only had Honey for two and a half hours but if anything happened to her I would kill everyone in this room and then myself
#main blog post <3 I need everyone to see my little honeybun#she's too precious for words. I love her so so much#everyone look at my daughter. LOOK AT HER#baby girl. baby 😭😭😭#somebody sedate me I'm going insane over her. she's everything I've ever wanted#it's 2 a.m and I'm barely coherent so I'm gonna stop rambling but FUCK#LOOK. AT. HER#*dies of cuteness overload*
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i think i am percy coded but only in the sense that i would also willingly and repeatedly try to give my life to save annabeth chase
#i’m deadly serious#annabeth chase#like… what a girl!!! what and incredible precious loveable girl#she deserves everything she deserves the world i love her so much#percabeth#pjo#annabeth does also try to give her life for percy many times over not trying to undermine that#but this post is about my undying love for annabeth chase
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good morning all today i’m thinking about the hilarious lunacy that was thirteen year old selina being a mom to a literal three year old holly. thinking about selina walking around with pockets full of snacks and wet wipes and errand plastic fidget toys. thinking about the earliest iteration of her utility belt being stocked full of things for a little kiddo — a rattling, jingling set of keys that makes holly giggle, an uncrustable long-melted. thinking about a sixteen year old selina sitting on the edge of a rooftop with holly plopped in her lap, her arms tightly around her, gold curls tickling just beneath her chin; how holly sings any song that gets stuck in her head and doesn’t remember the words and then does, and she’s teaching selina every stupid thing she’s heard on a youtube video while selina learns and repeats with rapt attention. thinking today about how love saves selina’s life, and it’s holly, oh, it’s holly that really does that. because holly teaches her how to love.
the utility belt is filled with graham crackers and saltines. there are three miniature water bottles. she remembers to feed holly’s tamagotchi while she crawls through a vent and quietly swipes a thumb drive from beneath a desk, right between the feet of a security guard who’s snoozing the night shift. it beeps just twice and the cat, a burgeoning thing, swiftly clicks it out with fingers that still have her fingerprints and will for three more years. holly’s electronic pets have always survived throughout the years. selina makes it a point to keep them alive when she forgets. (she’s secretly replaced an identical…. and then been found out because holly remembered the end of the product number on the back.)
that girl? that’s her heart. that’s her fucking soul. thinking about holly and selina going to robinson park as kids and selina climbing the monkey bars while she lets holly cling to her legs, wrapped around and dangling until she tumbles the harmless couple feet to the soft gravel. thinking about selina helping holly up on the monkey bars, her sitting on her back, hanging onto the bar until she tells selina to duck out and let go. she’s always just beneath her to catch her. she knows sometimes holly does it on purpose. as a child, she’d hide her gear — which has unfortunately led to selina having a much harder time on a couple jobs, but she could never be upset with her for just wanting selina near. she encourages her sentiment, agrees to her positivity, tells her to be excitable and cheerful and relentlessly curious.
thinking every day about how selina was born to be holly’s mom, and holly was born to be selina’s little girl.
#THEY MADE ME A WEAPON THEN TOLD ME TO FIND PEACE.#BECAUSE YOU ARE LOVED YOU ARE LOVED MORE THAN YOU KNOW I HEREBY PLEDGE ALL OF MY DAYS TO PROVE IT SO.#[absolutely fucking rowing myself home on a river of my tears about holly and selina. she’s so precious to her. she means everything to#her. she’s the og catkid.]
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Completely outside of my usual drawing niche, but yesterday I was talking to my sister and she showed me an old drawing I made for her in 2021 that I had deleted and completely forgot about. There was a period of time when my sister was absolutely OBSESSED with Wings of Fire, so I drew a humanisation (I can barely draw humans, man, I would actually combust if asked to draw a dragon) of a pre-canon younger version of one of her favourite characters, Peril, who I also have a soft spot for because, you guessed it, I found a way to link her to my main obsession :’) And when I saw that old piece, I just knew I had to redraw it
+ The original, low quality bc I screenshotted my sister filming her tablet screen over video call, under the cut to save myself some embarrassment 😅
#my art#artists on tumblr#wings of fire#wof fanart#wings of fire peril#peril wof#peril fanart#idk how to tag this I’m gonna be honest#if you’re wondering what the aforementioned link to my obsession is#it’s that peril is INCREDIBLY p’li coded. THE VIBES ARE OFF THE CHARTS#someone born with a rare and dangerous fire related ability raised to be a living weapon?#falling in love with the one person (dragon) who doesn’t see her as a monster and believes she can get better??#I cannot be the only one who’s seeing this istg#anyway#I’ve never read a single WoF book but my sister infodumped about it nonstop for years so I have plenty of random knowledge#sometimes I find myself singing the dragonet song as I’m doing something lmao#I once wanted to do a whole project where I drew every female character as a human…#didn’t get much further than this piece and deleted everything else I had#rip WoF humanisation#we hardly knew ya#might go back to it if I’m ever bored though. I still have all my notes#but for now. look at this precious baby child 🥺🥺🥺#also. yes. it’s been quite a few years and I still haven’t aged out of the habit of writing a character’s name in glow pen#and doing that squiggly underlining thing#you can pull that out if my cold dead hands 😁#let’s see if drawing for a slightly larger fandom will get me more reach than my impossibly niche LoK oc shenanigans
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Maria Sten as Frances Neagley,REACHER.
#reacher#reacheredit#frances neagley#maria sten#jack reacher#alan ritchson#karla dixon#serinda swan#david o'donnell#shaun sipos#ellelan#ellelan's graphics#neagley is my precious and i love her so much#just everything about her you know#from her being a badass to her transformers stickers#to friendship with reacher and being the smartest person the room#and i especially love that she is aroace in canon#they make a point to mention it and her touch aversion#but do it right with care and respect and that is brilliant
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Kingdom of Ash Chapter 64
Chapter; Highlights
Hours later, Yrene was still shaking.
At the disaster they'd narrowly avoided, at the deaths she'd witnessed before that wave had struck, at the power of the queen on the plain. The power of the prince who had prevented the ensuing steam from boiling alive any caught in its path.
Yrene had thrown herself back into healing during the chaos since. Had left the royals and their commanders to oversee the aftermath, and had returned to the Great Hall. Healers drifted onto the battlefield, searching for those in need of help.
All of them, every single person in the keep or the skies or on the battlefield, kept glancing toward the now-empty gap between two mountain peaks. Toward the flooded, decimated city, and the demarcation line between life and death. Water and debris had destroyed most of Anielle, the former now trickling toward the Silver Lake.
A vision of what would have been left of them, were it not for Aelin Galathynius.
She'd been asked to inspect the queen when she'd been carried in to a private chamber by Prince Rowan, the two of them borne off the plain by Nesryn. Yrene hadn't been able to stop her hands from shaking as she'd hovered them over Aelin's unconscious body.
There had been no sign of harm beyond a few already-healing cuts and slices from the battle itself.
Nothing at all beyond a sleeping, tired woman.
Who held the might of a god within her veins.
Yrene had then inspected Prince Rowan, who looked in far worse shape, a sizable gash snaking down his thigh. But he'd waved her off, claiming he'd come too near a burnout, and just needed to rest as well.
So Yrene had left them, only to tend to another.
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To Lorcan, whose injuries ... Yrene had needed to summon Hafiza to help her with some of it. To lend her power, since Yrene's had been so depleted.
The unconscious warrior, who had apparently tumbled right off Farasha as he and Elide had passed through the gates, didn't so much as stir while they worked on him.
That had been hours ago. Days ago, it felt.
Yes, she needed to rest.
But a horn, clear and bright, blared from outside.
Everyone halted-then rushed to the windows. Yrene's smile grew as she, too, found a place to peek out over the battlefield.
To where the rest of the khagan's army, Prince Kashin at its front, marched toward them.
Thank the gods. Everyone in the hall muttered similar words.
From the keep, an answering horn sang its welcome.
Not just one army had been spared here today, Yrene realized as she turned back to the water station. If that wave had reached Kashin.
…
Lucky. They had all been so, so very lucky.
Yet Yrene wondered how long that luck would last.
If it would see them through the brutal march northward, and to the walls of Orynth itself.
Lorcan let out a low groan as he surfaced from the warm, heavy embrace of darkness.
"You are one lucky bastard."
Too soon. Too damn soon after hovering near death to hear Fenrys's drawl.
Fenrys's smirk was a slash of white.
"You've been out for a day. I drew the short stick and had to look after you."
A lie. For whatever reason, Fenrys had chosen to be here.
Lorcan thumped his head back on the pillow. "Elide." Her name was a rasp on his tongue.
The last he remembered, they'd ridden through the gates, Aelin Galathynius's unholy power spent. Then oblivion had swept in.
"Helping with the healing in the Great Hall," Fenrys said, stretching out his legs before him.
Lorcan closed his eyes, something tight in his chest easing.
"Well, since you're not dead," Fenrys began, but Lorcan was already asleep.
Lorcan awoke later. Hours, days, he didn't know.
The candle was still burning on the narrow windowsill, down to its base. Hours, then.
He didn't care. Not when the dim light revealed the delicate woman lying facedown on the end of his cot, the lower half of her body still on the wooden chair where Fenrys had been. Her arms cradled her head, one outstretched toward him. Reaching for his hand, mere inches from hers.
Elide.
Her dark hair spilled across the blanket, across his shins, veiling much of her face.
Wincing at the lingering ache in his body, Lorcan stretched his arm just enough to touch her fingers. They were cold, their tips so much smaller than his. They contracted, pulling away as she sucked in a sharp, awakening breath.
Lorcan savored every feature as she grimaced at a crick in her neck. But her eyes settled on him. She went still as she found him staring at her, awake and utterly in awe of the woman who had ridden through hell to find him ...
Tired. She looked spent, yet her chin remained unbowed.
Lorcan had no words. He'd given her everything on the back of that horse anyway.
But Elide asked, "How do you feel?" Aching. Exhausted. Yet finding her sitting at his bedside... "Alive," he said, and meant it.
Her face remained unreadable, even as her eyes dipped to his body. The blanket had slid down enough to reveal most of his torso, though it still hid the scarred-over wound in his abdomen. Yet he'd never felt so keenly naked.
It was an effort to keep his breathing steady beneath her sharp-eyed gaze. "Yrene said you would have died, if they hadn't gotten to you when they did."
"I would have died," he said, voice like gravel, "if you hadn't braved hell to find me." Her gaze lifted to his. "I made you a promise."
"So you said."
Was that a hint of color stealing across her pale cheeks? But she didn't balk. "You said some interesting things, too."
Lorcan tried to sit up, but his body gave a burst of pain in protest.
Elide explained, "Yrene warned that though the wounds are healed, some soreness will linger."
Lorcan gritted his teeth around the sharp stab in his back, his stomach. He managed to get onto his elbows, and deemed that progress enough. "It's been a while since I was so gravely injured. I'd forgotten what an inconvenience it is."
A faint smile tugged on her mouth.
His heart halted. The first smile she had given him in months and months. Since that day on the ship, when he'd touched her hand as they'd swayed in their hammocks.
Her smile faded, but the color on her cheeks lingered. "Did you mean it? What you said." He held her stare. Let some inner wall within him come crumbling down. Only for her. For this sharp-eyed, cunning little liar who had slipped through every defense and ironclad rule he'd ever made for himself. He let her see that in his face. Let her see all of it, as no one had ever done before. "Yes."
Her mouth tightened, but not in displeasure.
So Lorcan said softly, "I meant every word." His heart thundered, so wildly it was a wonder she couldn't hear it. "And I will until the day I fade into the Afterworld."
Lorcan didn't breathe as Elide gently reached out her hand. And interlaced their fingers. "I love you," she whispered.
He was glad he was lying down. The words would have knocked him to his knees. Even now, he was half inclined to bow before her, the true owner of his ancient, wicked heart.
"I have loved you," she went on, "from the moment you came to fight for me against Vernon and the ilken." The light in her eyes stole his breath. "And when I heard you were somewhere on that battlefield, the only thing I wanted was to be able to tell you that. It was the only thing that mattered."
Once, he might have scoffed. Declared that far bigger things mattered, in this war especially. And yet the hand grasping his ... He'd never known anything more precious.
Lorcan ran his thumb over the back of her hand. "I am sorry, Elide. For all of it."
"I know," she said softly, and no regret or hurt dimmed her face. Only clear, unwavering calm shone there. The face of the mighty lady she was growing into, and had already become, and who would rule Perranth with wisdom in one hand and compassion in the other.
They stared at each other for minutes. For a blessed eternity.
Then Elide untangled their hands and rose. "I should return to help Yrene."
Lorcan caught her hand again. "Stay."
She arched a dark brow. "I'm only going to the Great Hall."
Lorcan caressed his thumb over the back of her hand once more. "Stay," he breathed.
For a heartbeat, he thought she'd say no, and was prepared to be fine with it, to accept these last few minutes as more of a gift than he'd deserved.
"Say it," she whispered, fingers stilling in his hair. Lorcan opened his eyes, finding her gaze. "I love you."
"Yrene said you might always have this," she said, her hand mercifully falling away.
"Then it will be the scar I treasure most."
Fenrys would laugh until he cried to hear him speak this way, but Lorcan didn't care. To hell with the rest of them.
Another one of those small smiles curved her lips, and Lorcan's hands tightened in the sheets with the effort it took not to taste that smile, to worship it with his own mouth.
But this new, fragile thing humming between them ... He would not risk it for all the world.
Elide, thank the gods, had no such worries.
None at all, it seemed, as she lifted a hand to his cheek and ran her thumb along it. Every breath was an effort of control.
Lorcan held absolutely still as she brought her mouth to his. Brushed her lips across his own.
She pulled back. "Rest, Lorcan. I'll be here again when you wake."
Anything she asked, he'd give her.
Anything at all.
Too shaken by that soft, beautiful kiss to bother with words, he lay back down.
But until then, he wanted her here. Sleeping at his side, where he might watch over her. As she had watched over him.
Elide seemed to read that on his face, and her cheeks reddened further. "Later, then," she breathed, limping to the door.
Lorcan sent a flicker of his power to wrap around her ankle. The limp vanished.
A hand on the knob, she gave him a small, grateful nod. "I missed that."
He heard the unspoken words as she disappeared into the busy hall.
I missed you.
Lorcan allowed himself a rare smile.
#Chapter 64#Kingdom of Ash#Sarah J. Maas#Yrene Towers#no spoilers please#first read#read with me#read along#First Read along with me NO SPOILERS PLEASE though warning for post & tags up to KoA 64 & more reacts/notes/quotes in tags below#Elorcan#Yrene-Shaking-Queen&prince quote a pair-Blood glowing-the Line-No time for those levels-He watched her#A tired sleeping woman who held the might of good within her veins-He can heal himself but should take the help but also sweet#to want to tend each another-Carranam with hafiza? How do the healers work-a smile-another prince has arrived-not just one-luck again#GET TO ORYNTH-LorcanLIVES-Fenrys-Darkness embraces him-lol-Their fight-Chosen-Since you’re not dead?-A candle to tell time#A kindness-His hand-Utterly in awe-Through hell to find him-He’d given her every word-Aching exhausted alive&he meant it-#I made a promise-Didn’t balk-😂-Inconvenience-She smiled2-Forgiveness can you imagine🥹-Only for her-For this sharp eyed —#cunning little liar who had slipped through every defense-Let her see all of it-Many loves kindling-poor Gavriel just avoiding everything#What then?-So Lorcan said softly-Every word-And I will-I love you-I will be with you always-I have loved you-He was glad he was lying down -#-so he didn’t pass out-the light of her stole his breath-Since vernon-The only thing that mattered-Most precious-For all of it-#A mighty lady of Perranth-History repeats-I know-With wisdom in one hand and compassion in the other-A blessed eternity-Stay#ALL THESE STAY LINES-So Close-Defiant storm-All these ship making me nervous it’s going to well don’t hurt my bbs-The scar I treasure-BOTH-#Fenrys would laugh talking this way-He would not risk it for all the world-She wasn’t worried for once-Anything at all-I’ll be here#Soft beautiful lingering-Sweet who would’ve thought he’s a lil softie after all-Unbreakable-Dundundun-Watch over him#Driving eachother insane but in a hot way lol-I missed that-I missed you-The brace -Lorcan smiledAGAIN2times-No cages ever again#WELCOME HOME KASHIN YOU ARE GOOD NEWS WE NEEDED YOU#what’s the speech Fenrys?-never known anything more precious yeah that’s elide
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