#since that's your verse with her

[theconstantine-moved]

nostalgia : what makes them nostalgic , and why ? (for claudia dardashti)

What makes Claudia nostalgic is the scent of baked goods and the watching of a few vintage movies. They don’t even have to be good vintage movies, she just remembers watching them with the people she loves and that brings back a sense of nostalgia for her (don't know what it is about this family and movies but they're important to them). Then, the baked goods -- the baked good, she would bake with her grandmother and her nanny so she has a soft spot for baking. If she wasn’t into the art scene, she’d be a baker for real. Actually, in some of her aus she's a baker.

[methoughtsphantom]

Jason “my family doesn’t know im alive” Todd and Danny “my family doesn’t know I’m dead” Fenton going alongside each of their plans my beloved. like Danny will absolutely go head-to-head with all of Gotham to support his new best friend on all his crime lord endeavors while he drags Jason to also attend collage with him. They are roommates and there never seems to a mention of family from either side. It’s an unspoken understanding they have. They met because Crime alley as a ghost lair thrummed with so much loneliness, it was at first the perfect place for Danny to hide his ecto signature in. But then he saw the dumbass whose lair it was lean his motorcycle just a tad too much when making a sharp turn to an alley, he sweeped the floor through a lifted chain link that passed his body but not his helmet. Yep that’s right the red thing got stuck. Danny who at the moment happened to be watching through his window snorted. Much to his horror because if not a ghost that dude could’ve gotten his head flung off.

Still, the scene was ridiculous.

On a whim he irrationally sees the police closing in on the guy and panicked at the thought of the guy using intangibility to free himself so Danny phased them both through his apartment wall and left the guy sprawled in his couch. Jason didn’t freak out but that’s normal when one’s got a concussion, one the guy immediately denied having as Danny laid out the medical supplies. The idiot proceeded to almost flatten four steps to the door with his stubbornness. He also said “I’m asexual” in the most deadpan voice as Danny dropped him back in the couch.

Danny sighed. Clearly though, he’d done so too early in the night because the guy kept trying to go, kept trying to knock Danny out, kept trying to slash him with knifes Danny didn’t know he had stashed. He’d only disarmed the guy from his guns. The visible ones apparently, cause at one point the guy did take out a gun and shoot until the ammo ran out and then teetered the thing like it was an art prop and hit his moon lamp.

Danny "yeah you aren’t officially my friend until you’ve tried to kill me" fenton my guys.

Anyways both keep having the same argument over if Danny technically kidnapped Jason or not. Danny holds the fact that the police at least didn’t see the guy make the ridicule. Jason argued that happened cause he was sporting a concussion. Danny argued he got that after.

Jason at first thinks the guy's a meta, but no. Danny introduces himself, sheepily now that he recognizes this is who the lair he invaded is from. He bandages him and tries to cook for him. If Danny didn’t have ice powers he most certainly would’ve burned the apartment. Jason then proceeds to kick him out of his own kitchen and make them both enchiladas. It’s the most normal both had in a while with another person and the air seems oddly settled. From then on, Jason constantly invited himself over, under the pretense that this was his territory and therefore he could drop in unannounced. Danny who has actual powers says he only allows this because Jason cooks very well.

Danny stays away from the crime fighting business unless his buddy is in deep shit he can’t get himself out. Also it’s Danny’s turn to cover for his vigilante friend which Sam and Tucker give him so much shit for. (but also advice)

And they were roommates. (omg) Danny effectively derails Jason’s big comeback plans by casually dropping ghost lore every two days. Like,

Jason, talking about how he doesn’t want Bats snooping on his territory:

Danny: Just don’t let them in

Jason: ??

Danny: yeah!! Hasn’t Batman died and got revived??? You can totally kick out death touched people you don’t want entering on your lair.

Jason: …I can?

Danny: Yep dude, your lair’s supposed to feel safe.

Jason: wait does that mean I can kick you out?

Danny: First this is my apartment. Second, im dead, not dead touched. Third, it’s too late to get rid of me. bitch.

Anyways Jason is super excited. You mean to tell him he can actually deny people over to his territory haunt?? (Yes it’s only to people who have died and came back but still!! The sample size is exactly the type of people he doesn’t want to see—!)

Joker my beloathed can’t step foot in Crime Alley.

(Jason’d feel a lot safer if the clown was dead but the possibility of his murderer turning into a ghost and their little loophole not applying on the clown is too scary to contemplate.)

Anyways, Jason loves experimenting with the power. It can go from simply making people shudder and not want to enter crime Alley to straight up not letting them enter like there’s an invisible wall blocking the way.

Jason because he’s hurt that Bruce never even patrols Crime Alley and also because he’s petty put B under the category of “invisible wall” blacklist. His reasoning is that the man doesn’t even attempt to enter Crime Alley. To him it’s surely just a place shadowed in tragedy. (anyways that’s it’s the place he met Jason)

Ironically, Jason totally forgets that Batman does venture into Crime Alley one day in the whole year. The day he met Jason.

Okay. He didn’t forget at first. The first year Jason remembers cause it was only a few months till then but then the next— Jason forgets that today’s the anniversary of the day’s Bruce’s parents died. He forgets to allow B in when he feels a slight tug and dismiss the feeling that prompts Bruce to investigate because he literally can’t enter Crime Alley. He starts the trialsTM, he scouts on the very edge and sees people the whole day enter and get out and cross with no problem but Bruce can’t.

It’s literally just Bruce.

Time to call Constantine, i guess.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A-Qing, the little fox.

[randomnameless]

Typing that Mercie related reply made me wonder a bit about an usual devoted assertion that apparently, Fodlan BaD bcs Church BaD bcs Crusts BaD bcs something "divine right of kings" -

But take Adrestia, Ionius basically claims descent from Fodlan's Jesus and was still ousted by his followers, especially by Vestra Sr and Volkhard who, as far as we know, had no crests.

And apparently, no one was really bothered about this, or at least bothered enough to start some sort of revolt to put a Hresvelg back on the throne because they are blessed by the Goddess or whatnot.

Mercie and her mom (and her bro, once he's born!) have crusts... and are still adopted and abused by the Bartels who have none, Papa Bartels wears the pants in the family, even when Mercie's mom has a crust and thus, would have more "divine right" than him.

Same with Hanneman's sister, who was married to a random who had the last say on "let's get heirs even if it kills you" matter.

I know I've been laughing and dissecting this game since release, but damn if even in 2025, I still can't really get where the "divine right" + "crust system" comes from, if you take the background of several characters into account.

Pour one for Best Dad, even with his illustrous lineage, people dared to rebel against him :(

[deus-ex-mona]

when the slowburn makes the ship extra cute~~~

[mercless]

indulgently , but what would talon's impressions of rell be if the three of them travelled together ? and even more indulgently , does talon ever get used to yone's humming or whistling ?

Once they learn why Rell is also out for the harbingers Talon will settle with it, maybe shake their head and remark on how they were forming a crew to fight the inevitable. Without a history of family or even a place of belonging, there ain't much empathy they can share with her, only understanding for her search. Maybe be a little too pushy of a voice telling her seeking revenge will be good, actually. If Yone glares at them hard enough, they'll relent though. Nothing to the young witch personally, but Talon already doesn't handle company too well. If all three of them were to take up travelling, Talon would probably try and be ahead of the others, work as a scout. But this won't work during long trails of horseback. (getting a horse for them is also gonna be a problem with the beasts scaring so easily...) They'd ask Rell questions now and then on her powers, and what her trickery with metal and fire is capable of. Knowing a thing or two with their own magic of summoning brimstone weapons, they might even offer her pointers or help with her training. They'd also share stories of all kinds if asked, they might have one or two about other witches. This would all depend on if Rell even let them talk to her much, let alone tolerated their existence near her. Talon's very much on the same page of 'I would rather the demon-thing was anywhere but here.'

Noticeably, Talon would be standoffish and cruel when all three begin travelling together, making pointed remarks especially at Yone's expense. But as they went on, seeing both the gunslinger and witch's prowess, they'd become far less loose of tongue, and their avoidance would be more from something troubling them, than unfriendliness. No matter the outcome of their little venture, and if the harbingers can be stopped at all, Talon knows very well how both of them feel on hellspawn. And nothing can sway them that the second they're finished, their alliance will no longer be in place. And against both of them, Talon knows they don't have much of a chance. While I'm side-tangent-ing here I'll also say that Talon would try to keep their affliction to themself as much as possible. Any questions about their feathers will be blocked, sidelined, ignored, or they would provide an ill-omen and say nothing else. They'd try to keep any coughs out of sight or ear of both of them - there's no sympathy for their plight, and they ain't looking for it.

With both Yone and Rell around, Talon's nature would simmer far quicker, which would be conflicting to them; both unnerving, and welcome. When they hear Yone hum or sing for the first time, mostly likely after being in his company a while, they'd watch with a quizzical look and ask why he was doing that without an instrument accompaniment - whistling would be given a grimace and the question would be to interrupt it after a short while. Even if he were to explain to the best of his ability, Talon would still find it odd, but with future tunes they would ask him what particular ones are when he finishes, or if they're repeated, ask if it was this or that. Maybe while around a fire one night, they'd ask if they could hear a full song, and what it meant or the history behind it. Talon has no intent on joining in or complimenting how Yone carries a tune, but they'll learn one in return for having to listen to it. Whistling will still be unwelcome, but they'd give an excuse like 'it'll disturb the horses' rather then say it's irritating them, or even suggest he hums instead; accidentally said along the lines of, 'it sounds better when you hum.'

[livwritesstuff]

circa 2009

There's pandemonium in the Harrington kitchen.

Pandemonium in and of itself isn’t unusual, but this specific instance is.

Nancy and Robin are there (the latter laughing so hard she has tears streaming down her face), along with the whole Harrington family - Steve and Eddie and their three daughters.

Eight-year-old Moe is ranting and raving, twiggy little arms flying through the air. Hazel, who just turned three, is wailing, though her reason for it isn’t clear, and she’s clinging to Steve like a lifeline. Six-year-old Robbie is looking back and forth between Nancy and Steve with a look of disgust on her face.

The reason for the pandemonium: the girls had just learned that their dad used to date their Aunt Nancy.

“Papa, she’s a lesbian,�� Moe admonishes Steve (as if he hadn't known that fact for years).

"Who cares about that — he’s her sister!" Robbie exclaims, looking vaguely horrified.

"No he’s not!" Moe fires back.

"Is too! Why else would we call her Aunt Nancy. Papa, tell her Aunt Nancy’s your sister!"

"I could," Steve says, doing his best to ignore Eddie and Robin's continued howls of laughter (and trying to not break, himself), "but…it wouldn’t be true."

"See!" Moe yells proudly, "Papa dated a lesbian!"

"No he didn't!" Robbie argues, "They're making it up. Papa likes boys!"

“No — Papa liked girls too. He likes both.”

For some reason, this makes Hazel cry even harder.

"What’s making you so upset, sweet girl?" Steve asks her.

Hazel raises her head to look at Steve.

“B-but what about Daddy?”

"What about Daddy?"

"Don’t you love him?"

"What??" he exclaims, "Of course I love him!"

"Then how come’d you date someone else?"

Her face crumpled and she was crying again, her little face pressed into the collar of Steve's shirt. He hugged her tight, meeting Eddie's eyes over her mop of blonde curls.

"She's not dating anyone ever," Steve tells him, "Call me a bad parent. I don't care. It's not allowed."

“Sweetheart, Papa didn’t really know me yet when he and Aunt Nancy dated,” Eddie tried to tell his youngest daughter, "We were in school still."

“Nuh-uh,” Robbie cut in unhelpfully, “You said you and Papa went to school together.”

Robin, who’d been halfway to composed, ended up doubled over in laughter again, and even Nancy, who'd been cool as a cucumber while she watched the whole situation unfold, couldn't help a snort.

"Thank you so much for your help, Amelia," Steve sighs.

"Wait 'til you guys hear who else you know that Aunt Nancy dated," Robin says with a wicked grin.

"No!" Steve and Nancy say in unison.

[novella-november]

Is this fanfic friendly? I feel like an outlier.

I guess this is my sign it's time to throw together a FAQ post to link to lol.

Yes, every event for this blog is fanfic friendly :D

Though as I mentioned on my Ominous October post, for events that include multiple short stories, I encourage everyone to flex their creativity and take one of their planned short story fanfics, and at least *attempt* to turn one of them into something entirely original; rebuilding a character and story from the ground up to stand on its own two legs is no easy feat, and that is what makes it so fun!

It really gets your creative gears turning, to make an "au of an existing material" to be something entirely original, and you can be pleasantly surprised about the things you come up with!

As a few people say, its not just a matter of "filing the serial numbers off" -- you have to add in just as much *or more* as what you take out when you are turning a fanfiction into something that is original and completely divorced from its original source material / inspiration, and that is a hard, but very rewarding challenge!

Obviously, this is not a requirement (there's no hard requirements for any of the challenges, other than no cheating, including no using AI),

but if you would like an extra challenge for the short story events and you're planning on doing entirely fan-fiction, I highly recommend trying it out at least once, and seeing where it leads you--

you may find yourself pleasantly surprised by what you find down that rabbit hole!

[ly-kos]

@flordivina cont. from x

——Delightful wasn’t it? The maws that speak with confidence & certainty; ever worthy to be admired; the trust in survival’s desire & the might of her will alone. The Wolf presenting herself in her garden of Guile & Deceit; how much could she be able to see beyond the shadows. For someone without the Gift; it’s a genuinely vibrant experience to encounter such amount of resolve & a terrible shame, for Ambessa could had been a marvelous thorn on her Rosarium if only situations would had been woven differently. A deep sight betrays the apparent emptiness of the stance; followed by a seemly amused & mischievous velvety laugh, as the shadows projected by the dim colored flames dance sinuously before breaking into swirls of thorny vines & dark blossoms. The piercing rose perfume flourishing all around them, as if a sickening saccharine spring would had just arrived, florae, foliage & fungii conquering wherever it may touch. Demanding everything considered as theirs. “My Dearest Ambessa; when had I ever doubted your intellect?… wasn’t my business letter sent with Amara previously already clear~? If anything, you make everything more entertaining, hopefully you don’t become blind that soon... Yet pleasantries & banters aside, you had now sparked my sheer curiosity~” The feminine silhouette would form with grace & elegance, moving dainty & veiled on darkness with only the eerie & piercing gaze focused on Ambessa, parsimoniously circling her almost as she wasn’t seen as a warrior, but as nothing more than frail prey… A Creature lurking in the Night; uncannily moving with soundless —perilous; observant— composure. Serene as the shape would start to morph & form a subtle disguise one after the other, finally choosing to take the form of the Commander Kiramman for this occasion, despite how her eyes would remain of incandescent brightness & a mocking curl would pain her lips. “So tell me, Oh mighty Wolf. What does your instinct tell you? what do you think I could be? ”

// there is a familiar dread in ambessa's gut. few things make the noxian general feel genuine fear, much less enough so that it'd show on her face like it does right now. anxiety is written all over her features, muscles tense. the air is so thick, so sickeningly sweet that it's hard to breathe.

in any realm, ambessa realizes, against these dirty tricks, she has absolutely no chance. like a cornered animal, there's a slight tremore to her hands, staring into the weird and uncertain darkness. the feminine silhouette revealing itself does little to help recognize the figure in front of her.

she's silent. as if wagering her options, her chances, and realizing she has none. as if she's standing there, just waiting, hoping for an opening. no snarky words come to her, only terror. ambessa remembers the last time she felt like this.

the clot in her throat gets bigger when the figure distorts, morphing through people she knows and settles on the young commander she knows so well. a part of her is confused by her own reaction, but the slight inconsistencies make the distinction obvious enough, that it doesn't hurt quite as much as it would.

when the voice leaves the mocking depiction of caitlyn, ambessa wants to reach out, choke it out until it would never make a sound again. her fists clench.

" a lying snake. " , she hisses, through barely gritted teeth, " that's what my instinct tells me. "

it takes all of the control inside of her to keep her calm. the shadow's disguise only serving to irritate her further.

[okkanai]

" oh, my dear child, " a pause, dainty hand raised to gently caress the other's face in an attempt to soothe her. " you don’t have to find the perfect words, just tell me what you’re feeling. " a gentle smile, " i’m here to listen. " / @quietlyblooms.

[foxballad]

@rh4egar liked for a starter !

❝ Uh, what did you say it was your name again ? ❞   Evangeline didn’t remember asking about it at the beginning of the class to be honest. But if they are going to partners for the assignments during potions class, she needs to get to know him a little bit   ( right ? ).   ❝ I’m Evangeline Fox. ❞

[umbranstilettos]

"Its not everyday I see a woman with guns attached to her heels. Quite the fashion statement."

"The red bottoms are nice too~", The Umbra Witch replied looking over her shoulders before she stood on her toes showing off her tasteful assets, constricted by her tight battlesuit along with the iconic red soles. She completely dismissed the part about her guns which were made from an alloy that the devil would kill for, minus part of the thought of an Affinity that she crushed under her heel other than that the shoes were from Louboutins.

Before it dawned on her that she was in purgatorio, and the tall drink of man that paid her a compliment had a significant dark energy around him the only reason her demonic familiars would seek her presence was if the balance between Light and Dark tipped more on which either side.

"I'd recommend bedazzling the cape, it brings out the broadness of your shoulders"

She replied followed with a coquettish wink as she turned to his direction, noticing the musculature of his form and his milky white skin if she had the better judgement she'd assume he was an Angel himself.

[glacialdeath]

;;Clarification on verses and how I generally handle Post-TYBW:

In my opinion, Rukia being settled and having a family is nearly a prerequisite for Rukia assuming captaincy. That or some other significant event for her, which I don't know the shape of at the moment. In canon, it's only when her child is more grown that she actually takes the title(10 years after the end of the war), so she remains acting captain for a long time even if fully compliant. I would suggest by default that you assume she's lieutenant but fully assuming the responsibilities of an acting captain of the thirteenth if wanting to do something post TYBW. If you say post-TYBW I'm usually picturing this length of time.

OR if you want full captain Rukia, just remember that you are adding at least a 10 year gap for her to take up the rank... >3> I'm open to other ideas on discussion as well, just talk to me on them so we're on the same page.

Not noting this because I want to avoid the verse where she's captain. it's the opposite really. I think this point is very interesting, and want to get into the headspace of her here and what leads up to this more so. It's really more of an invite because I want to detail out before she makes captaincy and her headpiece and ten years is lot to fill in for my brain and I know there are significant things that happen before that point I want to fill in.

Some headcanons on her and captaincy:

She will actively respond to Captain Rukia, and or Kuchiki-taichou even while just acting captain, but make fun of you on getting your eyes checked or something.

With the passing of her captain, she's very reflective and actively refuses the title or pressure to take the rank. In her heart is some uncertainty in her life's direction, and some thoughts on making the most of life, where that takes her is open though. I don't think it specifically needs to take the shape of canon, but it is some kind of journey or change in focus for her. She's stops just looking at what's in front of her and maybe even looks back and beyond.

Her absolute first priority after thousand year blood war is looking after what remains of her squad. She knows she's now the highest officer that remains for them to look towards after they've lost someone who has been there so long and was important to so many. More than herself, she puts her squadmates first and will shut down and hide her own grieving or emotions to look after them and be the sign of strength that they can lean on.

She attends meetings in place of a captain for the thirteenth while acting captain.

Rukia still thinks she has a lot to learn, on leadership, and particularly on her bankai before taking on the full role of captain.

You could change my mind with a good thread on it or maybe have the right person talk to her, but this is my current mindset, until something makes me think different ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[deus-ex-mona]

pretty minor thing to think about, but i find it interesting how chapter 7 is the first chapter illustration to show chizuutan as chizuru (instead of chuutan)

like, i get it’s a flashback chapter, but we hardly got to see her as chizuru in the previous few chapters thus far… maybe we’ll get to see more of her as her true self after the hiyori fight/make up? only future chapters may tell, i guess…

[nothingyoucantake]

( shield ) : receiver jumps in harm’s way to defend sender and is injured, themselves || Also can be reversed. Either works :)

Lucy Gray still wasn't sure how she felt about being back in the Capitol after all these years. She hadn't even come back voluntarily. No, Coriolanus had forced her to come back, using his new found power as President to command Peacekeepers to find her. It had taken them almost two years but she had been captured just beyond the boundary of District 8 and forced to return. So, here she found herself. Walking arm and arm with her captor, Peacekeepers walking close behind for his protection more than hers. He was making enemies as President since he was far from a fair ruler and she knew he liked the image it presented. He wanted to be seen as a cold and imposing figure to all of Panem and the Capitol was no exception. She looked around the street, loathing the noise of all the traffic and the lack of trees and wilderness. The missed the stillness of the Districts. The quite, the peace. The Capitol was anything but peaceful, made even worse by the fact she had been brought back here against her will. She wouldn't beg or plead to be sent home, for she knew that was going to fall on deaf ears. He expected that this would be her home now, as though being kidnapped was the best foundation for their reunion. She didn't think he cared. No, the boy she had fallen in love with, with those soft blonde curls was long gone and replaced with a man she barely recognised. She missed that boy. She was just about to ask where exactly he was going when suddenly there was a scuffle just out of the corner of her eye. She instantly moved closer to Coriolanus as the shouting started and then someone was racing toward them, yelling that "This is for my daughter, you son of a bitch." And she realised with horror that the man yelling was holding a gun. She felt everything moved in slow motion as she turned to push Corionalus back as the single shot rang out in her ear. Peacekeepers were already moving and there were other gunshots ringing out. She barely heard them as pain exploded in her shoulder and she fell backwards with a cry and hit the concrete with a crunch.

@ofdrivensnow

[wandercr]

i've been thinking about it, and el probably moves back to the capital wasteland at some point. she and chris pack up their necessities, give their sanctuary house to a family that needs it, and go to d.c. together.

she would just feel ... guilty living such a cushy life, knowing d.c. is still in turmoil and likely struggling without the brotherhood to watch over it.

by the time she wants to go back, her megaton house has probably become a homebase for vault 101 dwellers (she unofficially hands it off to butch when she leaves for the commonwealth), so she and chris would probably settle in rivet city, to start. once she's comfortable with the status of project purity, i could see her taking a page out of the minutemen's book and starting to put together settlements in neighborhoods that still have some structures, like springvale.