#solely cuz i want him to have a scar there

[daemon-in-my-head]

There's a rare genetical condition that essentially causes all your inner organs to be reversed. For example the heart, which is usually extending more towards the left side of the chest, is now on the right side.

Bhaal ain't a details kinda guy but as the lord of murder you'd assume he knows basic anatomy. But what if he doesn't? What if he got it wrong and Durge has reversed organs? What if that's the reason Orin failed at killing them cuz she did aim for the heart and all, and normally it would've worked, but Bhaal was sloppy, so your bloodkin's organs played the uno reverse card? What if the reason Durge is such a massive fan of vivisections is because they're intrigued by how what they see is different from their own body?

So anyway guess what stupid idea I came up with today.

[polaritiesoop]

Gem and Lizzie would make for fun enemies as I think they would make great for a duo. Is it just me? Like better if it's one sided rivalry like with Joel and Scott. Lizzie is confused, Gem is bloodthirsty. Must be just me and my pirate concept with pirate captain Gem and her beef with the ocean and Lizzie as the Ocean Queen.

lemme rant about my concept

Gem is cursed by some ancient entity to shift into an ocean siren hit with the urge to eat people and longing to breathe underwater, she hates it because her siren features are slowly becoming permanent almost replacing her hybrid features of being a deer. Which she is devastated of as she is the sole survivor of her village kind. At some point she and her crew rescued Joel from captivity as he was a prince of a kingdom in the middle of a war. And Joel has the attention of Ocean Queen Lizzie, straight up being courted by her and he has an embarrassing crush on her yet is oblivious. When Gem realizes Joel is connected with her, she keeps Joel captive and demands Lizzie to cure her curse. Lizzie, who was not the one to cast the curse nor is she powerful enough to undo a curse, is confused on why Gem is being so hostile and keeping her from seeing Joel. They would have squabbles in the ocean and Lizzie is just half confused and half annoyed that Gem keeps fighting her. Plus she's embarrassed because Gem wins nearly all the time. Of course it eventually develops into friendship through the different misadventures of Gem and her crew.... And Lizzie is there on the ocean cuz she can't really stay much on land and Gem would aim for her head if she ever tries to take a step on their ship. she really wants to join the crew but Gem keeps refusing. Joel feels like Gem is acting like a parent keeping him away from Lizzie, Taylor Swift's Romeo and Juliet style of goofy lovestory.

Gem's crew consist most of the magical mt. cast that might be also cursed like Gem in diff. ways and so each of them have their own stories. Scar is a wanted criminal and vex hybrid and might/might've not stolen an important artifact from the last cannibal cult he was a part of (triple whammy) and might/might not be threatened every time with death because he got the attention of an ancient entity, I wonder why? Grian is a runaway prince that teenaged Gem had the unfortunate time with when he sneaked into the pirate ship of another crew Gem was once a cabin girl for. Now he is in Gem's crew disguised as a middle aged fisherman that contributes jack shit on the crew, but can't be kicked out cause he's a great fighter and the Snail Colony both cursed Gem and Grian as their servants and they are inseparable by contract. Skizz was supposed to assassinate Joel, but had grown fond of the man while taking on the role as his personal knight, and so was protecting him all the time when Prince Joel was kidnapped and the two of them formed a deeper friendship when they were kept captive . Skizz is definitely an ancient entity that is not aware he is one, has an awful amnesia of his divinity, and will start to remember while having a second go at puberty in the form of wings. Many Many sprouting wings. Impulse has a touch with death, he does not know why but he is happy to see his bestfriend Skizz again! He is plagued by the ghosts that start to randomly haunt their ship but he knows it's because of Scar...because they keep telling him to kill Scar. Oh, and Impulse encounters ghostly Joel clones pretending to be Joel of a variety of killing moods, for whatever reason they are targeting Skizz. Something is not right with Joel.

What about Mumbo? uhhhhh Normal Guy™. Genuinely loves to tend to the ship be it redstone and building. Experiences all the horrors of his friends' curses first hand. Does help them and somehow always at the scene of the crime but also at the resolution of said crime. It's almost suspicious how he keeps surviving....

Yeah, so pirates, lotsa ancient entities and curses and cults and crazy island colonies with more curses. but most importantly. snails. and the moon might start cash landing on earth because for some reason the moon goddess (Pearl duh) is now on earth and her powers are gone and Gem needs to help her. Somehow.

[hows-my-handwriting]

Hobie Brown Headcanons

long post ahead. will put as much as i can under the cut but i will have a.... loose table of contents.

and im not feeding you everything. i need more content to drip feed you later.

the inspo is driving me crazy but the hands are refusing to write.

the table: backstory food british animals

lmk if ppl want this to be split up into individual posts per category. cuz its l o n g

BACKSTORY:

Not based on the comics. purely my own attempt at writing his backstory and his particular villains.

Hobie's Doc Oc was a university professor pressured by Osborn's regime to produce weapons. Hobie had met the guy while crashing a university class, but nothing more than that. Octavius snapped and took the revolution to the extreme. he built a WMD and planned to use it on the city. Hobie talked octavius down and disarmed the weapon.

Hobie's lizard was his close friend and bandmate who got jealous over their lead singer's affections towards hobie. they were close friends until hobie started drifting away. curtis was bitter and never really forgave him. the final straw was when hobie returned in full, having just abandoned his spider suit. the band is back together but curtis still has hard feelings. he knew vaguely about hobie's connection with spiderman but thought that it was some kind of special deal or friendship which was just another nail in the coffin. he turns himself into the lizard and attacks hobie, demanding answers and refusing to listen.

the above is just an excuse to hurt hobie really bad >:3 i love my angst and my beating my muses up. i wanted to break his ribs.

electro was a civilian who just happened to get struck by lightning. he is the sole reason hobie has insulated all of his gear and one of the reasons all of his spikes can shoot excess electricity like one of those funky little electrode balls. hobie took one look at this guy and immediately got to work.

Kraven was a bounty hunter hired and possibly engineered by osborn and fisk to hunt down hobie. classic kraven activities. he tried to drown hobie in the thames. hobie managed to escape but couldn't breathe or eat properly for a week after the attack

hobie's ship was hauled from the local junkyard. It was originally just used as a figure head to lead the charge from the government locked dam blocking off water. it somehow survived so he uses it as his hq.

hobie is immune to his scorpion's venom after being stung so many times and stealing samples of it to build up an immunity. yes it hurt. yes it sucked. but it worked. (loosely inspired by a fanfic)

the above are not in chronological order. mostly.

FOOD:

Hobie's world doesn't have a lot of spices. it's a closed state unless importing 'important' materials like lumber, steel and other sciency stuff, food is a lower priority or just a restricted luxury. the spice trade has regressed to something like the 1600s where foreign spices are held by those in power purely as a status symbol. the common man might have access to salt, sugar and cream, but anything else- especially anything spicy- is a luxury item.

hobie would love spicy food. i just dont think he's gotten much exposure to it. day one out of e-138 he opened a bag of spicy chips in the cafeteria, touched one and exploded.

exotic/foreign fruits fall under this same category but for more legit reasons of travel and lack of safe storage. so for example: mangoes, oranges/citrus, kiwi, pomegranates.

boba would freak him the fuck out. he has no idea what those little jiggly things are and its only made worse when one of the kids inevitably shows him the hamster 'is it worth it' meme. he becomes scarred for life.

if you take too long to take a bite out of whatever you're holding and hobie is hungry, he will just lean over and take a bite out of it. sandwich? bitten. spaghetti? stolen off the fork. chocolate bar? wrapper and bar, gone.

his favorite flavor of cake is chocolate or caramel. sue me im projecting onto him

BRITISH

he holds out his pinky when holding cups. it's just an unconscious thing that turns conscious once someone calls it out. in which case he sticks it out even further

flips the police and the royal family off regularly with the one fingered or the two fingered version. will only respect the french for inventing the creative two fingered fuck you, but nothing else.

has a winter fit that is just like a pile of whatever sweaters he has and two scarves. and long socks that make the space in his tight boots even more tight. sometimes cuts off circulation to his feet.

loves going to pubs and just chatting with people. also loves picking fights with the drunk people. Particularly the irish. he thinks their accents are funny and has long arguments with them while they're both speaking absolute gibberish.

knows french but only the insults. has an arsenal of french insults he will just whip out of his back pocket and drop on someone's head.

not really a british thing but i bet he doesn't know how to ride a bike. he was a) too tall and b) not willing to get his entire skeleton rattled by riding over the cobbled streets of london.

wimpy's fan. (its like the british version of mcdonalds but less popular and less famous. according to my research).

ANIMALS

Hobie keeps pigeons. he built a little house when he was bored and was surprised to find three pigeons hiding from the rain underneath it the next day. he didn't really intend to keep them but they nested and he kept bringing them food and water. he did name the brown one hobie jr.

hobie has a cat. again, not really 'has' but rather 'it broke into his boat and wont leave'. he didn't name her because he can't think of a good one. for the longest time he had no idea she was living in his floorboards but later discovered a hole in the side of his boat and found a crawlspace just large enough for a kitten.

he is freaked out by snakes. not as in a fear of snakes. but rather in utter disbelief that they can be the size of a human person. he's read about and probably seen the average snake, about the size of an arm. but anything larger than that will make his jaw drop right off of his face

he did have a symbiote dog for a short time. the dog was badly hurt and the passive symbiote had merged with its body to try and help it. he offered it a place to stay and rest and it happily agreed. it followed him around for the short while they had together and one day went off on its own.

he still sees that dog around (affectionately named 'spider-mutt') and offers it head scratches or belly rubs but they always part ways sooner than later.

loves opossums. thinks they look funny.

part two? maybe....

might add more to this as my brain keeps turning.

[bi-hanslefttittie]

"There are Lines." (Bi-Han songfic)

Summary: Death Note's There are Lines. The Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei has a conversation with Bi-Han after a bloody brawl with his brother, Tomas.

Characters: Bi-Han, GOTLK, Tomas Vrbada, Kuai Liang, Sektor.

Word Count: 3.3k

CW: Blood, violence, sparring, mention of hunger and poverty.

A/N: Heyyy, im not gonna lie, ive been stuck on this fic for uh, months, and i only wanted to finish. so if it is kinda choppy and weird is because im falling asleep on top of my laptop lol.

A/N 2: This is the song btw

A/N 3: If its OOC is probably cuz its old lol

It might have been a Tuesday, maybe even a Friday.

The memory from it got blurry as time passed, yet the most crucial details were still in Bi-Han's subconscious. As he took a deep breath, he closed his eyes and recalled the events from years ago.

The day had gone like any other: Sektor sat on a nearby bench, playful jabs resounding in the training grounds. Kuai Liang smirked while leaning on a tree, waiting for his turn to challenge Bi-Han, who confidently attacked every one of his opponents, beating them.

Once it was Tomas's turn, his face turned stoic. An outsider who had the responsibility to prove himself worthy if he wanted to be called his brother.

Resembling a bull with its matador, both rounded each other, their footprints marking the snow. Bi-Han recalled Tomas's bright eyes, the way he taunted and moved with formidable speed. It was something he had to give him credit for.

His head hit the ground as he was slammed with strength by his younger brother. Wincing, Bi-Han stared at the rest of the Lin Kuei, whose eyes widened in surprise. Sektor's grimace was enough to make him overwhelmed with shame and pure embarrassment, feelings deeply rooted in his chest.

Muttering to himself, he stood and grabbed his younger brother's arm mid-air, forcing him down as he twisted. Tomas yelped as he closed his eyes for a moment and then kicked out of Bi-Han's grasp.

Stretching, Tomas smiled at his older brother: For the first time, he had managed to put Bi-Han in a tight spot, his achievement filling him with pride.

But what was pride for one sibling was a terrible disgrace for the other, losing to someone with whom he did not share blood, some low-life hunter from the outside.

That made Bi-Han's blood boil, though for a mere instance. Which was enough for him to lose control of his actions: His body temperature dropped, he gripped Tomas's hair forcefully and beat him repeatedly, not measuring his strength.

He had forgotten that the person in his grasp was his little brother.

Bi-Han could not allow himself to be weak.

Absolutely not! After all those years of training in which he drove himself to the brink of death, after all the pain and hurt he had to endure! Losing in such a manner!

He suddenly snapped out of his thoughts, feeling restless and uneasy. Bi-Han looked around to inspect his surroundings, his breath caught in his throat. He gazed at his hands, which were clean and unharmed. It was fine... He reassured himself before deciding to face his memories once more, transporting himself back to that evening.

His sole focus was self-improvement back then, his juvenile drive and fear of humiliation blinded him completely. And before he knew it, he had gone too far.

The gray-haired teen lay on the floor, with blood running down his nose as he struggled to get up, his face scarred.

Sektor restrained Bi-Han as he noticed the tense energy between the two brothers. Kuai Liang knelt next to Tomas and tended skillfully to his wounds. The sparring had caused a stir, but Tomas was determined to continue: after catching his breath, he locked eyes with his older brother, and a confident smirk formed on Tomas's face. Slightly impressed, Bi-Han raised his hand and formed an ice blade. Tomas took a fighting stance. Ready for round 2.

Their strife was cut short by the sudden appearance of the Grandmaster, who placed an arm between the two youngsters.

Both boys stepped back. Tomas wiped the blood off his nose before rushing to bow; Bi-Han remained still and stoic, only nodding curtly to acknowledge his father, listening intently.

The Grandmaster inspected Tomas's bruised face and Bi-Han's opened knuckles, how blood dripped from it.

Even though the scene would shock anyone facing them, the Grandmaster seemed unmoved. He gave Bi-Han a subtle stare of disapproval, which the young man was accustomed to receiving to this point. Bi-Han recoiled only slightly at his father's rejection.

The man addressed his youngest son first, his face softening, tone shifting to one kinder, or at least, that's how Bi-Han perceived it.

"Rest." He commanded. The young man lowered his head, and after a soft "Yes, father.", Tomas disappeared into the gardens, wrapping up his training for the day.

After being left alone with his heir, The Grandmaster motioned for Bi-Han to accompany him. Reluctantly he followed along, inspecting his father as they walked. When was the last time they had been together? His father's duties prevented him from spending time with Bi-Han, at least, not in any context that wasn't purely strategic. So why now? Surely, there was something behind it.

Under the whole aspect of formality and etiquette underlay cold distance, something Bi-Han always interpreted as his father's contempt for him.

It had occurred to Bi-Han that the last time he had a conversation with his father had been on his thirteenth birthday: He had gifted him a copy of The Prince of Machiavelli. That night, they had sat down together to read and share notes. It might have been the only fond memory he had of him.

Staring at his father's back as they walked, he felt their distance. Following his steps while the Grandmaster did not acknowledge him, something that was true in more than one sense. Trying to abide by his father's teachings, although the Grandmaster did not dare look at him or allow him to walk by his side.

But he had to forgive his father. People tended to turn their faces away from the unpleasant, the truths that crept into their minds. The Grandmaster's biggest shame was his reflection, his kin, his son.

Lost in his thoughts, the Grandmaster seemed to be an idealist, absent from the moment. Bi-Han clenched his fists in disgust. Why was he like that with him? It was unfair to be treated like he was the root of all evil. His father had never explicitly manifested disgust towards him, but Bi-Han could see it in his eyes and in the way he whispered to Lord Liu Kang when he thought he was not listening.

Once they arrived at the Grandmaster's headquarters. The older man walked towards the balcony and fixated his gaze on the gardens where Tomas was cleaning and tending to his injuries.

Bi-Han stood behind him with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Unable to read his father's expression.

"There is something I need to tell you." Not yet facing him, the man spoke in an empty tone to his son, a hint of conflict lingering in his voice.

A sense of uncertainty tainted the room, managing to get into the young man's head.

"What is it?" Bi-Han asked curtly, the need to get the matter over with reflected on his demeanor, though he managed to keep the expected poise asked of him.

"The burden of responsibility is a life-long teacher, Bi-Han." The man spoke, his choice of words catching his son's attention, who raised an eyebrow and stared quizzically. He didn't have the time to entertain idle philosophical discussions. Anything sounded better than staying in that situation.

It seemed as if his father's emotional monologue was inevitable. Bi-Han questioned him. A Grandmaster should not have the time for such rumination. The whole thing annoyed him.

"I suppose so." The teenager looked at him with disdain; His father's overly emotional nature made him uneasy, and small talk and ominous advice only made things worse for their conversation.

"Once you believe you have reached clarity. You commit a mistake and realize how wrong you were. How unaware you are." The older man sighed in conflicted affliction and gestured to Tomas.

"One day. You will think about the good job you have done as a leader, and then when you look down at your hands, you will realize they are bloodstained."

Bi-Han furrowed his brows, wondering where this self-pitying ranting was going. He watched over his little brother while trying to decipher his father's point. The kid had decided to resume his training. Tomas was not raised to be a warrior. At least not in the same way Bi-Han was, yet he made his effort: A hunter trying to outmatch a soldier.

He had to give him some credit. It crossed Bi-Han's mind that Tomas would be a worthy challenge someday.

"I do not believe I am following what you are saying," Bi-Han fidgeted with the lace on his upper arm, impatiently waiting for the conversation to end. Sektor must have been waiting for him: he wanted to show him something he was working on.

"Do you have innocent blood on your hands, Bi-Han?"

The boy was taken aback by the nature of the question and winced in surprise. What a morbid question to ask.

He felt his body recoil in anger, his cheeks rouged as he pressed his lips together. It was certainly a deep wound. The urge to defend himself and lash out surrounded him for a mere instant until he reminded himself that his father was not worth losing his cool for.

"I am not sure what you are implying, father. But I assure you, I do not have innocent blood in my hands." Bi-Han gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to add "unlike you" to his sentence.

The Grandmaster gestured at his son's blood-soaked knuckles, making him instinctively hide his hands behind his back in embarrassment. However, that would not make him change his stance at all. Firmly Bi-Han explained his point

"It was but a simple sparring."

The Grandmaster remained skeptical. His stern gaze implied he believed Bi-Han had an ulterior motive to act.

But that just wasn't true.

He had no other drive than to improve his fighting skills. Was it not the whole meaning of being part of the Lin Kuei? Had he committed any fault in engaging in Fierce Kombat? Bi-Han could not believe his father's contradicting demeanor.

"I am worried that you might be repeating the same mistakes that I have made in the past," said the Grandmaster, haunted by the thought of someone else suffering the same fate as those hurt by his recklessness. "You must realize that your actions will have consequences that will either bring honor or shame to our Clan. And you will be accountable for them for the rest of your life."

The mere suggestion was irrisory. Repeating his father's mistakes, surely he didn't believe Bi-Han was one to admire and follow his steps, which though not inherently wrong, was naive at least. That was his father's fatal flaw.

"Father, I am well aware. You don't need to lecture me like a child."

Being perceived with mistrust had always made him uneasy. It was worse when he realized he was seen as a threat, even by his father. He was not innocent either. The hypocrisy made his stomach turn. How could he tell him something like that after all he had done?

At least, if Bi-Han had any reproachable behavior, it would be in service of the greater good. But he would never recklessly risk or end people's lives.

Would he?

"Even then. You must know there are lines that can't be crossed." The Grandmaster faced Bi-Han placing a hand on his shoulder, making him recoil and grunt. His father's stern gaze was nothing but an insult to Bi-Han's pride. "Things that you should not do."

Bi-Han felt like speaking out, protesting his father's moralistic pondering, and being able to leave the room. Sektor was waiting for him. He tapped his foot impatiently.

It was obvious that the situation was turning into a long lecture. The older man strengthened his grip on the balcony as his face darkened. A haunted expression that reflected years of different decisions, something was going on in his mind. As if he knew something was coming, the chronicle of a Death foretold. "For you pay too high a cost..." The man muttered, staring at Tomas. Remembering the face of a terrified child standing between his parents. Dead.

Bi-Han realized that perhaps the speech was not directed at him but that his father was projecting his frustration onto him.

Being the scapegoat was not an unknown territory for him.

It was a burden he was unwilling to carry, deeply unnecessary, unproductive, and useless.

Was he to take responsibility for every bad in the world? For what exactly? What was Bi-Han guilty of? For years he worked diligently to achieve perfection: Putting his well-being aside to do it and protect his siblings. His people. And he did it gladly. Bi-Han loved his people.

So. What made him so evil that his father thought so lowly of him? Perhaps Bi-Han was nothing to him but his cracked reflection. But that wasn't the young man's fault. It was his father's.

"Father, I-" Bi-Han was stopped by a gesture from the man in front of him, he went back to his military stance, waiting for him to finish his idea. Disciplined, yet pissed.

"You will lose a piece of you." He pointed at Bi-Han's chest, making him take a step back. One could not lose something that had already been taken from him. Bi-Han raised his eyebrow and clenched his jaw as he listened in disbelief. "You don't justify the means in the service of an end."

Of course, he could justify the means for an end.

Surely his father didn't think there was not a higher purpose that came before them... That was the whole meaning of carrying a Legacy, and a prepared leader should be able to make sacrifices and know how to move the right pieces at the right time. On occasion, a few pawns lost would secure the win. That didn't necessarily make him ruthless. It made him rational.

Not being able to see that made his father less than adequate.

"The protection of the Lin Kuei, it's advances... Is all we should guide ourselves by" He replied with urgency, perhaps it was still time to change his mind, to convince him Bi-Han was right.

"Bi-Han" The Grandmaster narrowed his eyes, giving him a composed call of attention. "Earthrealm is a land under constant danger, yet, we've managed to keep peace." He took a few steps towards his son, placing a hand over his shoulder. "A system that works and always will. You can't just smash laws to smithereens until there is not anymore to break and mend." He wasn't one to defy the law. There was no need for chaos, he could dismantle and rebuild an order that benefited his country perfectly. If only his father had his vision. If only the blindfold Lord Liu Kang placed on his eyes fell and he could see his starving people, his dying children, and the ambitious geniuses being held back by tradition and servitude. The Grandmaster had been stomping on the dreams of his people in favor of peace. But what if that wasn't necessary? What if the inhabitants of Articka could have more than a cold plate on their tables?

"I think you misunderstand me," He said. "I do not wish for anarchy." Bi-Han tensed, clenching his fists. "I just think there's some actions that can be justified. Especially when we have to think of the greater good. Taking action, simple calculated operations... Things that pose a threat. Mortal Kombat." He suggested, and the Grandmaster's eyes widened in horror.

"No." He denied. "There's never been such a thing. A tournament that could start a war. Need I remind you of the purpose of this Kombat? It is merely diplomatic. Hence none of our warriors have participated."

Bi-Han shook his head in disbelief, taking a step forward. "How can you be so sure that this is a mere political trifle for Outworld? How does this ensure the peace? One day, a champion is going to die and-" The Grandmaster made him quiet down with a hand gesture, Bi-Han resented it so much. How easily he was quieted down, disregarded, feeling powerless. His eyes went to his land, impotent, young, and with so much potential, yet bound in chains. That was not right. It was not the future he wanted for himself, not for his brothers, not for his people.

"What you don't seem to understand, son, is that you can send a thief to catch a thief, or try and trap a liar with a lie. We can't play the same game as they are. Besides, it is not our responsibility."

"But it can be, father." Bi-Han straightened his back, determination flaring in his eyes.

"Eye for eye is not a thing we do." He shook his hand dismissively. "Nothing wrong can turn right just by saying it's all right to do." The Grandmaster looked down at his other children, his face softening as he admired Kuai Liang practicing diligently his forms. Then, he glanced at Bi-Han, the admiration disappearing from his eyes and morphing into something gelid, diminishing. "Men of principle must fight, so the truth that's in the man you are stays true."

It was at this point, being subjected to the man's gaze that Bi-Han realized debating him was of no use, his reprimand fueled with projection and disapproval. Instead, Bi-Han took a deep composed breath and decided to change his strategy. He allowed his father to speak for a good while, and then chimed in, his tone softening slightly in a dignified and poetic manner, almost diplomatic.

"Father, you know that I feel as you do." He approached, bowing. Suddenly, he emulated Kuai Liang and his usual tone, knowing that the man would be influenced by the familiarity of the behavior. Kuai was the favorite, after all. "For these lessons, I've learned at your knee." Bi-Han eyed the Grandmaster, seemingly appeased by his bending.

He had to be smart, and thread carefully. "And I think that maybe by working with you, helping you would be helpful for me."

The Grandmaster stared blankly at Bi-Han, then nodded reluctantly. "It is for the best that you know your duty early on. I don't oppose it." He walked towards him. "But I warn you, never cross these lines"

Bi-Han turned to the present, facing his father's grave. He had crossed a few lines. Nothing that wasn't worth it, though. Even after all those years, he still believed his father wrong, and now, he stood tall as the Grandmaster.

He would accelerate the progress his father had deterred. And prove that it was good. Despite being considered tainted with evil, he would demonstrate what he was doing was necessary. And... one day his brothers would also understand.

Bi-Han walked away and remembered something else from that day.

Walking back from the eternal conversation with his father, in which he had, once again, asserted his preference over his brothers. Bi-Han bitterly formed icicles with his hands and destroyed them, only to repeat this process.

"Brother." Tomas touched Bi-Han's shoulder with a slight determined smile. Sincere eyes, full of admiration; Yet confident, unwavering determination and strength built inside him. He was truly, his brother. "I feel ready for a rematch."

It took a few moments for Bi-Han to respond as he scanned his sibling. He felt as if Tomas wanted to push his buttons, to make him lose his patience. But if he wished for another sparring session, then he would not deny him. Bi-Han nodded.

"Come, let us go out into the field." Leading the way, Tomas followed calmly.

That day, Tomas had earned his respect, along with his position as his second-in-command. Bi-Han scrunched his nose at the memory. His youngest brother had thrown it all away. He was inadequate too.

Trusted allies were few. And he would have to saunter around the lines to protect his people. No matter what.

[itskeej]

draw the vampire squad I need to see them noW

(fun fact I'm that one anon that asked for ur OC lore cuz I don't have toyhouse lmao I still don't)

well. there they are. some info that i do got about each under the cut:

Victor

The eldest physically, but the youngest vampire.

Ex-priest. He's perpetually pissed off at Luciano for turning him, as he can no longer step foot inside of a church without it hurting him gravely.

Very bitter about the fact his soul was (probably) saved yet he still exists like this. The entire vampire bit is a struggle for him, to put it mildly...

He has totally prayed before a meal of blood only to accidentally bless it, essentially poisoning himself. He has never done it again since.

He is also the reason Luciano has his cross-shaped scar on his forehead! The first time they met, Victor freaked out and smacked him in the forehead with it. It was night time, dark, and his glowing eyes scared the shit out of Victor. It was the first thing he thought of—

Often tries to avoid hunting until the last possible second, right before his hunger-induced bloodlust kicks in. He hates being a vampire that deeply, so he puts it off as much as he can.

Somehow, he's the strongest vampire of the bunch, much to Jacyn's dismay. It feels like Victor has wasted potential. While the others get moody and a little more violent when starved, Victor turns into a whole other man entirely. You'd think that'd be enough convincing for him to keep himself fed on time, but apparently not...

Jacyn

The eldest vampire. He's been around the longest. It shows in his skin with how sickly it appears. Luciano likes to bug him about it.

Definitely let himself get turned thinking immortality would solve some problems of his (it did not). What problems? I've yet to work that one out.

Very much wants power. He's sort of "asserted" himself as the head of their dysfunctional house, it sporting his last name. None of them really care, so it wasn't much of a fight.

Believes humans to be beneath immortal beings. Their mortality places them a step below someone like him. This was not the belief he held before wanting to turn, though.

Much more violent than the other three solely due to not being afraid of getting his hands dirty. He likes to play to his natural strengths, and blood-drinkers... well, they have inhuman levels of natural strength.

Luciano

Second youngest vampire.

As probably very evident by now, he's quite the pest. He's always poking his nose into other people's business or making playful (or what he believes to be playful, at least) jabs at the others. He's quite fond of Victor, while Victor... it's complicated. He hates him, but he feels like he needs to get used to him being around.

Vain... his appearance physically is one of the most important things to him. Dirty his clothes and he'll kill you. Maybe even literally, depending on the garment. Arguably his biggest downfall—he's cried to Hellena about a torn cloak before, to paint a better picture.

Very care-free attitude. He's often out mingling with the night-life of their town.

He views humans like fodder, often referring to them as such and treating them the same way a human would speak about animals.

Drank the blood of someone on drugs once... never again. Not because he'd mind doing it again, but because none of the house knew how to handle a high vampire.

Hellena

Second eldest vampire and second eldest physically.

The easiest tolerated by Victor. The two of them will sometimes sit and talk.

LITERALLY THE MOST SANE IN THIS GODFORSAKEN HOUSE. Between Victor's constant self-loathing, Jacyn's desire for violence, and Luciano... being Luciano, she's so incredibly normal about things.

Drinks her blood though fancy cups! Instead of feeding all at once, she spaces it out. She just prefers it that way, hehe.

She's not sure what she's going to do with her eternity... it's depressing to her, the time she has set out before her. So, quietly, she's trying to find a sense of purpose, a personal journey that's been going on for many, many years.

Sometimes she feels like she's parenting the rest of them. It's exhausting... but, admittedly, humerous. If anything else, she's content to make sure the other three don't somehow manage to kill themselves.

Despite her appearance, she's not that worried about things like ruining her clothes. Possessions and the like are easily replaced and fixed.

Smokes cigarettes. Her lungs don't suffer. She used to as a human and that habit carried over.

As you can see, Victor is definitely the most fleshed out so far LMAO, he's the first one I made and the first I've done rp with among friends, so I've got more knowledge about him. u_u

The others, I'll have more detailed info for in time! >:)

[nightmare-grass]

Descendants Rewrite

I got so irked with the lazy naming conventions and lack of coherent worldbuilding in the Descendants franchise, so I took my Disney obsession and made this. Enjoy!

Villain Pairings

- Maleficent/Chernabog (less of a romantic pairing and more of a professional workplace relationship and power couple, they rule the island with an iron fist and plot to break the barrier)

- Evil Queen/Magic Mirror (Grimhilde brought him out in human form for one night to conceive a child with enough magic to rival Maleficent, the only one she saw as a threat to her status)

- Evil Queen/Hans (he wanted to be king, and his wife is beautiful to be sure, but she’s the one wearing the pants in this relationship, he’s the backstabbing boy toy)

- Cruella DeVille/Clayton (he hunts exotic animals, she turns them into stylish outerwear, they’re a surprisingly functional couple who own the Isle’s main clothing production company, it’s more like a sweat shop that employs the poorest children on the Isle)

- Hades/Mother Gothel (she works for him like Meg did but her deal keeps her eternally young and beautiful, plus they’re just similar people, and even gods get lonely sometimes)

- Yzma/Horned King (Yzma uses necromancy to bring Horned King out of the Black Cauldron, now they’re a bony power couple vying for control of the island)

- Gov. Ratcliffe/Queen of Hearts (he’s no stranger to kissing royal ass to gain favor and status, and she appreciates his flattery and his bloodthirsty ruthlessness)

- Claude Frollo/Lady Tremaine (they’re similarly horrible people, both French, need I say more?)

- Ursula/John Silver (these two are born schemers, liars, and cheats, John is just a bit more of a softy than Ursula)

- Scar/Sabor (they’re both big cats, they’re both evil, they both commit patricide to the protagonists, it’s kinda obvious)

- Shere Khan/Sabor (what can I say? Sabor gets around, she’s not the type to settle down)

- Madam Mim/Willie the Giant (both shapeshifters, both chaotic, messy couple)

- Dr. Facilier/Morgana (Call of Cthulhu vibes frame how these two met, Morgana supplies Facilier with magic from the mermaid world, and she can occasionally take on human form or make Facilier a merman, she’s his new friend from the other side)

- Captain Hook/Madame Medusa (both into hunting for treasure, both hate kids, but then one drunken night they sleep together and they panic. They abandon the kid to be raised by Mr. Smee)

Single Villains

- Jafar (I wanna have him steal Jasmine’s and Aladdin’s baby and raise it as his own to turn it against its parents)

- Drizella Tremaine (she’s ugly and ill tempered, and I’m out of young men villains)

- Gaston (he’d probably compete with Hans for the Evil Queen based solely on her beauty)

- Shan Yu (I’m out of female villains who aren’t weak and ugly. Plus I think he’d have a wife among the Huns, I can’t see him getting with any Disney villain.)

- Rourke (I can see him trying to pursue Gothel, but she’s tied down to Hades)

- Honest John (he’s a fox, not sure who I would pair him up with)

- Prince John (he’s a lion, not sure who I’d pair him up with)

Henchman Support Group

- Smee

- Snoops

- Gideon

- King of Hearts

- Jasper and Horace

- Kaa

- Sir Hiss

- Iago

- Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed

- Wiggins

- Pain and Panic

- Lawrence

- Le Fou

VKs

- Mal Faery (Antichrist-like, daughter of Maleficent with magical intervention of Chernabog)

- Dark Fairy powers like Maleficent, potential to get stronger like Chernabog, most powerful at night, can turn into a dragon but that’s a new power by the start of the story

- Eveline Grimhilde (daughter of the Evil Queen Grimhilde and the magic mirror entity, partly raised by Hans of the Southern Isles, goes by Evie)

- One of her powers is brief moments of omniscience, and she’s a little afraid of mirrors but doesn’t know why (it’s cuz she’s got a fear of being trapped)

- Jay Deja (son of Jasmine and Aladdin of Agrabah, stolen and raised by Jafar)

- Has instincts leading him to seek freedom and travel, but also has a complex about making his father proud, basically Rapunzel of Agrabah

- Carlo S’tan DeVille (son of Cruella DeVille and William Cecil Clayton, goes by Carlos, Jasper and Horace are terrible influence uncles)

- Parents barely give him the time of day, likes animals but hides it from parents and uncles, very good at sneaking around

- Uma Silver (daughter of Ursula Triton and Long John Silver, idolizes her mom but was mostly raised by John so she took after his pirate ways)

- Harry Hook (son of Captain James Hook and Madame Medusa, raised by Mr. Smee, has daddy/mommy issues so he’s constantly seeking approval from people who demean him, like Uma)

- Guinevere Gothel (daughter of Hades and Mother Gothel, goes by Ginny, crushing on Carlos, Pain and Panic get saddled with babysitting her a lot)

- Has very few powers from Hades but has lots of knowledge about dark magic and powerful entities like gods

- Dizzy Tremaine (daughter of Drizella Tremaine and an unknown man of the Isle, maybe Le Fou or Wiggins, her actual name is Daisy but she chooses to go by Dizzy for a bit more street cred)

- Her mom treats her similarly to how she treated Cinderella, teaching her at a young age how to cook, clean, and sew, and now relies on Dizzy for most household chores, feigning incompetence so Dizzy feels like she has to do everything herself.

- Celia Facilier (daughter of Dr. Facilier and Morgana, cousin of Uma, works at her dad’s shop, inherited her mom’s affinity for potions)

- Dr. Facilier sees things like it’s he and his daughter against the world, they have the potential to rule it all if they can get the right connections, and that puts a bit of undue pressure on Celia.

- Maddy Fadiddlehoffer (daughter of Madam Mim and Willie the Giant, adept shapeshifter and playful trickster)

- Heartly Crimms-Ratcliffe (daughter of John Ratcliffe and the Queen of Hearts, parents are divorced so she lives with her mother)

- Puts up with her mom’s temper and navigates her moods like her life depends on it, cuz it does. The King is hardly a help in this matter.

- The Bimbettes were so obsessed with Gaston that, when he’s banished to the Isle for his crimes, they willingly follow him. He’s had a son with each one of them, but none of the girls stuck around to raise the kids and now Gaston is a single dad of three strapping boys. Their names are Gerald, Giles, and Gaspard.

- Yzma and Horned King cannot have kids normaly, it’s just not possible with their biology, so they craft a homunculus to rival Mal and Evie, and they call him Churan, roughly meaning savior in Incan

Auradon Kids

- Benjamin “Ben” Beaumont (son of King Adam and Queen Belle of Auradon)

- Golden boy of Auradon Prep, his parents learned from Adam’s mistakes and raised a thoroughly good son.

- Audrey Rose (daughter of King Phillip and Queen Aurora of Auradon)

- Received gifts from Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather like her mother, but never faced hardship, never learned humility. Grew up a bit spoiled.

- Jane Fairchild (daughter of the Fairy Godmother to Cinderella)

- Being trained to become the next Fairy Godmother, but is also highly sheltered by her mother, which irks her because of how she doted on Cinderella and let her go to parties.

- Chadrick “Chad” Charming (son of Queen Cinderella and King Christopher “Kit” Charming)

- Parents never wanted their son to face hardship like Cinderella went through, but as a result Chad became spoiled and overconfident.

- Anthony Tremaine (son of Anastasia Tremaine and Robert Baker)

- Had a humble life in the village, but was bullied by his cousin Chad.

- Lan “Lonnie” Fa (Daughter of Fa Mulan and Li Shang, war heroes of China)

- Likes slow paced farm work with her grandparents, and prefers more girly pursuits than her mom did, but secretly feels shame about this because she idolized her mom growing up.

- Jordan (Daughter of The Genie)

- A fickle and temperamental teen, who struggles with shapeshifting and hates that she’s not as effortlessly charming and funny as her dad. Not constrained by bottle magic but will only give out wishes when it suits her.

- Melody Triton (daughter of Queen Ariel Triton and King Eric Caspian, granddaughter of King Triton of Atlantica and great niece to Ursula and Morgana the sea witches)

- Adventurous, loves the sea, often finds trouble without meaning to

- April Liddell (daughter of Alice, official ambassador to Wonderland)

- April and Melody are usually stumbling into new realms and new adventures

- Jane Darling (daughter of Wendy Darling, official correspondent with Neverland)

- First ever Lost Girl, good friends with Peter Pan and Tinker Bell

- Arabella Triton (Daughter of Attina Triton and heir to the Atlantica throne)

- Niece of Ariel, cousin of Melody, Attina is a strict mom like her father before her, but she means well and Arabella knows it

Worldbuilding

- Auradon is a magical country. The royalty of each Disney movie rules a kingdom within Auradon, basically kingdoms are like cities within this country.

- Haven’t decided who made Auradon Prep, but it’s a prestigious boarding school where students learn about the world, how to hone their magic if they have any, and how to rule a kingdom one day if they are royalty.

- Candidates for who made the school are the Fairy Godmother, the Blue Fairy, the Enchantress, or Belle and the Beast/Adam. Maybe it’s a council of fairies, and Belle and Adam were like the top donors since it would be founded closest to their kingdom?

- The Fairy Godmother is the only one canonically who has the power to reverse time, so as a protective measure and to make an example of the past villains of each kingdom, she plucks the villains from their timelines right before their deaths and the council of Fairies combines their magic to make the barrier on the Isle of the Lost, a veritable prison island where the villains could rehabilitate themselves. It was seen as a more humane punishment that made the royals sleep better at night.

- Auradon the country is like a smaller version of Europe with a faster moving history, where technology, fashion, and societal norms progress faster than they did in our world. Ariel and Eric’s kingdom is very Italian inspired, Belle, Adam, Cinderella, Charming, Aurora, and Phillip rule kingdoms in the French corner of the map, Rapunzel, Eugene, Snow, and Florian got the Germany sector, Arendelle is up in the Netherlands/Norway quarter, and there’s an England/Ireland/Scotland/Wales section where the British and American characters came from. Farther off to the East is a land where Agrabah, China, and Kumandra are. In the West, there���s the Polynesian islands, the Americas, all that is pretty far off. It’s like Epcot? Kinda?

- Hades is content with his status on the island because he knows he’s a god, he rules the underworld, and although Zeus has him on a leash now where he can only manifest within the Barrier or in the Underworld, he’s biding his time. He’s immortal, and everyone will fall into his domain eventually, he just has to let the others do all the heavy lifting and then swoop in to claim the throne in all the chaos.

- Chernabog and Maleficent hate being limited, and they’re two of the most powerful beings on the Isle, so it was inevitable that a partnership would develop between them.

- I just realized how many single dads there are in my rewrite. Gaston, Smee, Long John Silver, Jafar, and to some extent Dr. Facilier even though he’s a bit closer with Morgana than John is with Ursula. Drizella, Queen of Hearts, and Mother Gothel are the only single mothers, I guess if you consider that Hades wouldn’t be much of a presence in Ginny’s life. I presume you could also consider Maleficent a single mom, if Chernabog is just as distant as Hades is.

- I really glossed over how the Bimbettes each gave Gaston a son and each left him, he really is the epitome of Manipulate, Mansplain, Manwhore.

- Just like in the movies, there’s an animal world that goes along with the human world events, but they don’t really intersect. Scar, Sabor, and Shere Khan don’t talk to humans except for in very select cases, like Mowgli who was raised by wolves. Mice in themselves have their own special case, where Cinderella and others close to her can understand their language, but they’ve got their whole mouse society thing going on, like with Basil and the Rescuers. This set up is how we get Robin Hood and other such anthro animal characters, and how they’re separate from the main human stories.

- So far Kronk and Anastasia are two of the most prominent former villains to be reformed and brought to Auradon. They were released on good behavior before any of the villains paired up and had kids, and they were part of an early effort to try and reform some of the island residents that ultimately went nowhere. Kronk has a very popular restaurant that features traditional South and Central American cuisine, and Anastasia lives with her baker husband in Cinderella’s kingdom. The other two in this failed experiment were Drizella and the King of Hearts, but Drizella proved unwilling to change, and the King hasn’t done much with his new life of freedom since he lacks direction without the Queen of Hearts. Drizella was returned to the island under Lady Tremaine’s custody and the King elected to return to his queen’s side on his own.

- Ok so there’s a bit of a plothole in my rewrite, and that’s how the Isle of the Lost functions. It’s full of villains, so all the heroes don’t have to deal with them or the trauma of having them killed, so the only people who can be in charge of managing the residents of the Isle within its borders are villains. The good fairies and magic users of the world created the barrier, but they’re not gonna govern the people inside, yknow? So who governs? I envisioned the Isle as being divided into gang territories run by the most powerful villains, but surely the fairies would’ve seen that coming? So they should’ve put someone powerful in charge, at least at first, in the hopes that they’d maintain order. And I think that character should be Hades. He’s a god, he oversees the dead and most of these villains were killed in their original timelines, so he’d be familiar with them and their weaknesses that lead to their downfalls. I think we should give Hades a redemption of sorts, where the Olympians put him in charge of ruling the Isle of the Lost in the hope that giving him something else to do among the living this time will keep him out of trouble, but it’s just another chain weighing him down in his own mind, making him hate Zeus even more, so he decides to rule from the shadows and lets the villains run amok. Mother Gothel is the only one who has an inkling of his true power, on his own he can rival Chernabog and Maleficent combined.

[ohtobeascruntycat]

BAROK VAN ZIEKS?

STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING BAROK VAN ZIEKS GOD DAMN FOOL WINE COLLECTING DUST EATING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT PROSECUTOR OF THE WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING BAROK VAN ZIEKS

STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT BAROK VAN ZIEKS I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY FUCKED UP CHALICES WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST SET THEM LOOSE IS HE DEAD IS HE A BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM NEVER SEEN THIS MANS FACE AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST SCAR GET AWAY FROM ME

if i wanted to get into heaven and god said barok van zieks is waiting inside i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down

if i have to deal with barok van zieks speaking one word in person on voice in real life not only will i close the door i will delete my memories out of spite and have to live my entire life again for the experience of being able to skip all the times when he is mentioned or alive

i dont even know why i hate him so much. he killed my dad but i am just mad because i am angy

he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some rich shithead who hated japanese people and wanted to kill them ill go ham

BETTER have had a curse make him kill a man cuz if he didnt Im going to make him

paypal.com/IFuckingHateBarokVanZieks

Murders not even about him. vaguely mentioned what is supposed to maybe be his brother and I lost it

where the fuck is barok van zieks if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he wasnt

crusty old man

ill punch van zieks and his sad frail old man twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and he will disintegrate until all thats left is one final chalice he kept on him at all times simply engraved with Now You Fucked Up in ancient yiddish

im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point

i hope theres a date given for when barok died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my calendar

everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who had so many broken chalices

-Kazuma Asougi

[epicfranb]

GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS i got an idea for a new au 😅 BUT HEY i believe it's ,y first actual Life Series AU, and i called it: nth life_

The usual team, no new characters, no lizzie and mumbo (sorry lizzie and mumbo), they get 3 lives (tho that could be changed) and their goal is... to survive in the void. (inspired by this video lololol)

Initially i wanted them to have some time on the surface, they they have to go down and survive in the void for as long as they can. i struggled to imagine how that would go, so i uh... accidentally might've made a Made in Abyss crossover 😅

So, each session, the guys go down lower and lower in the world. first it's just caves, then it's the deep dark, then they start going deeper and deeper... the nether and the end are also layers, they can't just go there whenever they want. And i want to add some cool mc mods in there to spice things up (mostly so layers are cool and different, but also mods that let them find or make food where there isn't any in vanilla)

Now, i don't want to copy Made in Abyss in that going back to the upper levels has more negative effects the lower you go, but i do want some sort of drawback to doing so. I think the lower levels could be opened up gradually, so nobody rushes, and the lower you go, the better materials and equipment you can get, so players are discouraged from staying in one place for too long, and setting up permanent bases IS NOT ALLOWED. You do need materials from every level to survive the void though.

Void really fucks with people's heads. The closer they are to it, the more paranoid and anxios they become. Some wil also become aggressive, have hallucinations or derealization, thinking they're in previous season or in a different series bringing up things that didn't happen and people that aren't there (Grian searching for Mumbo? Etho paranoid that Gem is out to get him? Pearl and Cleo feeling like Lizzie and Gem respectively possess them?)

With that, i think it could start out silly,similar to how the normal series usually goes, but, as theygo down, it gets more serious in tone and even steps into the horror category. that could be neat.

I either don't want watchers there at all, or have a non-obvious interpretation from fanon? Something like in OFF, DDLC or Undertale, where the player is a separate character in the story, but here it's the reader. Idk yet if the reader will be able to make choices or not. Could intepret watchers in some fun way, but only if it adds something to the story. They don't need to be there and they're only canon to Martyn anyway im pretty sure

I guess the reader could make a choice of whose story to follow, mirroring how you choose POV's when you're watching the actual series. Like, Martyn and Cleo are doing something, and there's Joel and Scar somewhere else at the same time, and you choose who to watch. Could also add replayability/rereadbility (is that a word??)

I imagine the whole thing as a text adventure, with cryptic vibes like "breaking the 4th wall/they know they're in a game" and "liminal space/backrooms". there could also be puzzles for the audience to solve to make it more engaging and immersive :)

Maybe i could start out by deciding who teams up with who. I don't want to pair up people who i actually want to pair up, cuz that could make me focus solely on them (looks at clethubs), but i still want the teams to go well together and have fun dynamics.

Some brainstorms from 1 am me:

For Jimmy, i want him to team with someone as stupid+silly+goofy like himself. Current options include: BigB, Martyn, Skizz (i might go w him) and Ren. Any combination of them could also work.

The team i'm 100% decided on is... Etho, Pearl and Cleo. Girlbosses + a wet rag

Joel and Bdubs would be suuuuper fun. Tango, Joel and Bdubs? Do i want a team that just gonna yell at eahc other all the time? Perhaps yes,

But Scott and Bdubs... sounds chaotic.

I want Grian with Impulse!!

Scar and Ren are left? Scar and Joel could be a good combo.

Aaaand that's everything for now. It's not an au i believe i can work on by myself though. as much as i like this concept, it feels like one of those that i will abandon very quickly, especially seeing as i have other au's i'd like to work on... but i want to at least do a lil bit on this one!! so uh... if anyone gets the vision and wants to collab... i invite u :D

[vacantgodling]

her person

wip: the chronicles of lathsbury (tcol) ; aftermath but before timeskip lol

character(s): saith praline (a knight of the royal lathsburian militia), daran “papa” isai (pub owner of the most famous pub in all of the capital), mentions of: piperlene lathsbury (originally piper fairwind & one of our mcs—lost daughter of the duke now reunited with her kin), keevan guerra (deceased; saith’s former superior/closest friend and piper’s first love), kiba lathsbury (piper’s elder brother and soon to be coronated king of terrae) & illiana aegos (kiba and piper’s step sister and another noble)

free time is a luxury that saith doesn’t often get, so he decides to spend some time down at his favorite pub to unwind with the friendly, wise bartender, papa. they discuss the upcoming coronation, which leads the conversation into territory that reopens old scars.

wish i could give y’all more context but there’s so much that’s happening & i know i haven’t really said a lick about this wip so WHOOPS. just know tcol is my huge worldbuilding fantasy extravaganza and i hope you enjoy this random snip cuz i barely write for this story (too busy daydreaming and worldbuilding/timeline planning lol)

Midday wasn’t the average time to go to a bar, but Papa’s was open nearly 24 hours without question. It was the perfect place to escape the creeping summer heat in the few hours Saith would have on break before he reconvened with his troop in the square. Despite its popularity at night, Papa’s pub was like a mirage; you could only see it when it wanted to be seen, or if you knew the route well enough for the illusion to be broken. Saith had been to this pub more times than he could count— the way etched into the soles of his shoes the same way magic was etched into his telus sword.

He paused before the establishment, briefly, before pushing open the heavy door with a wide spread palm.

“Saith!” Papa’s mighty arm gesticulated back and forth, welcoming him into the pub. With a shy little laugh, the knight ambled in, letting the loose hinged door swing shut behind him. It drew closed with a resounding slam, loud enough to make him jump.

Papa, as it was, only laughed.

“Never mind that ol’ creaky thing! Been meanin’ ta get ‘er looked at for a fortnight.”

“Made no less sturdy by your hundreds of visitors every night, I’m sure.” Papa laughed again, deep from his gut. “Pick your poison, kiddo.”

“Just beer— you know me, I’m plain.” Papa turned to easily draw down the bottle he knew was Saith’s favorite, filling up a shiny brown mug with the amber liquid.

The pub was empty, as it should be midday. Only himself and Papa to keep its old walls company. As Saith contemplated his glass, Papa finally spoke up.

“It’s been awhile since ya been up here? Piperlene keepin’ ya busy?”

“Keeping the whole capital busy, honestly.” Saith cupped his hands around his glass, drumming his fingers aimlessly against the handle. With Lord Kiba’s coronation approaching, Piperlene’s true lack of experience in noble matters was shining through, clear as a whistle. Never mind her gripes about formal wear— her dining etiquette was all wrong, her speech and pleasantries left heaps and bounds to be desired, and she refused to leave her sword alone for even a minute— even just for a simple luncheon! Between himself, Lord Kiba, and Lady Illiana, the three of them had quite a task on their hands. He rolled his eyes fondly thinking of it, finally shaking his head.

“I can’t tell who’s more excited for coronation to be over: Lord Kiba or La—Piperlene.” Papa laughed at his near slip up. Even if she wasn’t here to enforce her “no formalities” rule, he couldn’t undo years of ingrained habits with the snap of his fingers, no easier could she pick up ones wholly unfamiliar to her.

“I can bet ya it’s the lil’ missy. Heard her complaining about it aaaallll night a few weeks ago, last time I saw her. Can’t imagine it’s any better now.”

“I’m afraid I must inform you her complaining has only gotten worse.” Saith said gravely. The two men exchanged a look, then devolved into laughter. Saith let his laugh taper off into a chuckle before he continued.

“It’s endearing to see her vehemently refuse to give up though.”

“Endearin’ huh?” Papa asked, a knowing lilt in his voice. Saith ducked his head, expecting it. “Endearing.” He settled on evenly, shrugging, then brought the mug to his lips to take a sip. He sighed happily when the rich flavor hit his lips. “Damn! You always have the best brews Papa!” Papa continued to bustle around the bar, making sure everything was in order. Over his shoulder he said:

“Ya ain’t answer my question, kiddo.”

“You didn’t ask anything.” He avoided Papa’s gaze, but he could feel the older man’s stare. “You really want me to ask ya out loud?”

“I—“ Saith hesitated, then took another sip. He sighed loudly through his nose.

“Piperlene will never see me that way.” Papa shook his head. “You’re killin’ somethin’ good before it even had chance to begin.”

“No, I…” Saith sighed again. He pitched forward, pushing his beer further towards the inner counter and laid his head down on the cool wood of the bar. He closed his eyes.

“She doesn’t want to.”

“Sir Guerra has already passed on.” Papa’s voice was gentle, but quizzical, and Saith felt his eyes watering. “I know.” He swallowed thickly. “I know he has. But he was Piperlene’s person. … She doesn’t want to experience that kind of heartbreak again. She told me,” He felt a tear drop thinking of his late commander and let it fall, dropping down onto the counter. He breathed out through his nose. “She told me that was the only person she’d ever love like that. She loves her friends, she loves her family, but…” Saith shrugged. “Keevan was her person, Papa.” He finished lamely.

[eldricrossth]

Ayo peeps, i haven't been postin' due to irl things but now i'm here with another oc show and tell!

This is Whither(similar to the word Wither ofc) he is an odd statue in the Dark Deception fandom which unlike the rest of the golden statues, Whither is actually made of bones and held together in bandage wrappings.

The method of monster mechanics is that he waits until the mortal gets to the maze zone of the realm and if they come into a dead end he unearths himself and grabs them, little to none for the mortal they become infected with an unknown sickness thanks to Whither if they manage to escape him.

Now onto looks!(faaav) Whither looks a bit weird from the others, gloom dark and dead looking, he used clothes from the mortals that end up dead and used ink to die some of them while on the pale white side was bleached because of his magic. Also(yeeees love dis part) the tail holds an important yet secret method to making it easier for mortal capture(i should have added this in the previous paragraph but i'm lazy.)but i can say this it is that it's made of a sturdy material stronger than bone and the "light bulb" is made of a thin layer of cartilage(i'ma stop there cuz its spoooky).

then the wings and "scarves" to start off with he can't hide them at least for a few hours so to avoid standing out as much as he already does just by a glance he tightly closes them to look like he's wearing a feathered cloak(Myes totally incognito), now the "scarves" Since his actual hands(claws) are dangerous they pose as his second pair of hands which they could also inflict the same abilities but with more versatile measures(they are so fricken lonk).

And now the facial features(nobodeh cares but it's adorabs trust meh), he can do expressions though rumors amongst watchers is that he is mute or can't express like the rest. Although it is possible to muster up some emotion yet Whither relies solely on body language(He knows sign language from a certain someone!)

Funfacts(Yaay Trivia!)

•He doesn't know any music but he remembers spooky scary skeletons.

•This character was an idea by a friend of mine in a chat and it inspired me so much that i made it become real.

•He can't say anything but could magically make sounds of everyday objects or people!(parrot).

•Whither isn't to be approached but if a mortal does he'll stalk them until they feel uneasy.

•There was an idea where he would use a scythe like the grim reaper then I thought that would be cliche, but then a new idea hit me that he can use twin sickles(like the wolf) then use a scythe in frenzy mode so everybody's happy.

•Whither is known as a Bone statue, but there are other titles like Grim Watcher or Reaper Statue because his presence makes lively things(like flowers and birds) wither away.

•Only has one eye light on his left, if he wants the right one to light up he has to use up more of his magic(though he never tries)

•The mask he would wear sometimes was given to him by a few "friends" and it's to hide the scars.

Aaand that was a mouth full for me and sorry for the monologue, idk why but this oc grabs my attention and i just have to let loose(plus htf can you be obsessed with an oc you made yourself?) But anywho may this post grab your interest and i hope i can post more in the future, May the father of understanding guide us.(AC Ref)

[dovahbee]

Doing this for my earthborn, sole survivor, renegon Shep (from my fic) cuz these are some great questions!

1) Do bars count? She’s not much of a shopper (other than weapons).

2) Somewhere between hero & liability.

3) She spent a disturbing amount of shore leave at that arena.

4) Garrus ain’t calibrating.

5) She is terrified of becoming like him/ the renegade path.

6) The iconic red hair of course.

7) Fairly approachable, unless hungry.

8) Prominent glowing scars. Living to spite god. Both noticeable.

9) She noticed pretty early on that there are shitty people and good people in every species.

10) She will analyze her tactical failure and learn from it. Will probably seek advice from inner circle.

11) Inner circle: Joker, Garrus, Tali, and of course EDI.

12) Udina thinks she’s an unpleasant grunt, but can’t deny her skill.

13) He’s a puppet. Wishes she could have helped him. Saren dying was a real eye opener on how tactical the reapers are.

14) The word spread everywhere eventually.

15) She has befriended fellow marines throughout her years of service. Weary of making friends ever since Akuze.

16) Biotics. Genetic modifications throughout ME2.

17) She keeps things short.

18) The Alliance was exactly what she needed. Never wanted it though.

19) Would show signs around trusted crew, but not strangers or Cerberus.

20) Any weapon of mass destruction is glorious to her. The M-920 Cain, specifically.

21) Edgy teen.

22) It was a lot of dancing around feelings with jokes.

23) Big time.

24) She has hilarious renegade moments. Very amusing to the crew… not so much for the victims.

25) Various military specializations.

26) N7Shepard:

Status update: Alive. But at what cost?

27) Probably Joker. Lovingly, of course.

28) No family.

29) Yes, when she was dead. Pissed her off when she found out.

30) Whenever coffee rations were low.

31) She is a difficult patient. Squirmy and dismissive.

32) When necessary.

34) Jack sees Shepard as a role model. Someone who came from less than nothing, like herself.

33) Their indifference is a thin mask— they think she is quite extraordinary. And difficult.

35)

Shepard: NOW THIS IS WHY I JOINED THE MILITARY!

Garrus: HOLD ON TIGHT

Tali: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

36) Not the first arrogant asshole she’s had to listen to. Still, it shook her to the core, especially after losing Ash/Kaidan.

37) Fries. Has eaten them raw before.

38) Unluckily lucky.

39) Terrorist.

40) Dissociation level 100.

41) A wet cougar.

42) No, doesn’t think she’ll live that long.

43) Four years in the past. Undo mistakes.

44) Absolutely.

45) Sometimes.

46) Underground bars in the wards.

47) Lets her inner circle & Chakwas help when necessary.

48) It is what it is. Miranda/ the XO gets to do most of it.

49) Tank & shorts.

50) Aliens for dummies.

@spookyvalentine @jtownnn <3

fifty (oops again) questions for commander shepard

I said I was done!!! Alexa play Britney

Round one, two, three and four

OH spoilery things ahead n in all fyi

1. What is Shepard’s favorite store on the citadel?

2. What is the public’s opinion/awareness of Shepard?

3. Armax arsenal arena: do they participate? How do they like it?

4. Shepard wakes up in an alternate universe. What tips them off?

5. What kind of relationship does Shepard have with Javik?

6. The first thing a person notices about Shepard’s appearance:

7. How approachable are they?

8. What is the difference between me1 and me3 Shepard? Do they notice, or does someone have to point it out?

9. Did/does Shepard have any alien biases?

10. How do they handle a teammate being badly injured during a mission?

11. Who is in their inner circle?

12. What does Udina think of them?

13. What does Shepard think of Saren?

14. Is Shepard’s first death publicized? (Since in game seems both people know about it and the alliance covered it up)

15. Did they have any relationships pre-me1? Still around?

16. What additions did Cerberus give Shepard?

17. Have they done any interviews? How did the first one go? And the most recent?

18. What do they think of the alliance?

19. What are they like, when in a bad mood? How obvious is it?

20. Does Shepard’s armor hold any significance to them? What about a weapon?

21. What was Shepard like before the alliance?

22. What was the post-lazarus reunion between shepard and joker like?

23. Ever had a broken heart?

24. Are they funny?

25. Have they made pursuits into further education? Any degrees?

26. Does Shepard have a Twitter account

27. The last time they were rude to someone:

28. Does Shepard have any family?

29. Does the alliance use their image for propaganda/recruitment? Did they agree to/want it?

30. A moment that almost made Shepard quit:

31. Ask Dr. Chakwas: what kind of patient is Shepard?

32. Is Shepard the type to give speeches?

33. What does the council think of their first human spectre?

34. What was Jack’s first impression of shepard? And now?

35. How was that mako joyride from ilos to the citadel?

36. What was going through Shepard’s head, when they met Sovereign on Virmire?

37. What is their favorite way to eat potatoes

38. Lucky, or unlucky?

39. What would Shepard say their flaws are?

40. What’s their pain tolerance like?

41. Shepard’s been turned into an animal! What are they?

42. Does Shepard imagine what retirement will be like?

43. What would they rather: wake up four years into the past, or four years into the future?

44. Does collateral damage matter to Shepard?

45. Do they vote?

46. Favorite bar/club in the galaxy and why:

47. Do they let others take care of them?

48. How does Shepard feel about paperwork?

49. What do they wear to sleep?

50. What was the last thing (non-email) shepard read? Book, play, poem, essay etc

(+1 would you bang your shepard? Lol jk we all know the answer to that. Share your favorite fact about them!)

[dracowars]

omg plz do a pt. 2 for the sectumsempra post!!! it can be the reader and Draco in the hospital (they're best friends to lovers) and he's comforting her cuz she really hates the scars that were left and it ends up being angst to fluff! you can also add something that has to do with Draco getting revenge

sectumsempra² | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,1k

summary: where y/n feels insecure about her scars and draco is out for revenge

a/n: again, sorry for taking so long, there are a lot of things happening in rl right now :( second part of sectumsempra!

warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of injuries, mentions of scars

universe: harry potter

“You have gotten quite a hit there, dear. You are really lucky you weren’t subject to the curse for any longer”, Madam Pomfrey casually mentions while examining the small puncture marks left all over your body. “I don’t know what lasting damage it would have done to you otherwise.”

Forcing a smile at her words, you really do not feel like thinking back to what happened. Even though you can hardly remember what happened, you do know that you wanted to help Draco so badly and suddenly you were faced with a pain that was unbearable. All of this resulted in your entire body being disfigured now, the wounds have left scars all over your skin as if you had been pierced by a dagger or sword thousands of times, each time in a different spot. When Madam Pomfrey asks you to change into a new white shirt to cover yourself, you quickly do so.

These scars make you feel extremely vulnerable and when Draco, who has been by your side the whole time after bringing you here, holding your hand tightly in his throughout the treatment, gives you a pitying look, you feel even more insecure about yourself and your body.

You do not want him to see you like this, with all these horrible scars on your skin.

“You should apply this ointment on the wound residue every day until it eventually fades. Unfortunately, there will always be some traces of what you have been through left behind”, the nurse explains before she hands you a tube of the appropriate ointment, which you accept with a quiet thanks. Saying goodbye to her, you make your way out of the hospital wing and into the silent corridors of Hogwarts, which are now lit up by torches on the walls since it has become dark outside in the meantime.

On your way you pursue no real goal, but only silently walk down the corridors hand in hand, simply enjoying each other’s company. Laying your head on Draco’s shoulder and hugging his arm tightly, his stride eventually slows, and you sense that something is wrong immediately, that the silence has made him think.

Tenderly taking your face in his hands, as if you could crumble to dust at the slightest touch beneath his fingers, he looks deep into your eyes, his pupils reflecting not only affection but also fear and anger.

“Don’t ever do that again, do you hear me?”, he finally says firmly, rubbing one of his thumbs along your cheekbone. It almost sounds like he blames himself for you getting hurt when in the end it was solely your own decision to join the fight and help him, protect him. Though you have to admit that you did not plan on almost dying.

“I would do it again every single time. For you”, you softly but sadly smile because you know that your words are true. No matter how awful and unbearable the pain that unknown curse caused you, you will let it hit you every time if it means that Draco would be spared.

“I know, and I hate and love you for it at the same time”, Draco giggles, shaking his head in defeat while realizing that there is no point in arguing with you because, ultimately, he would be doing it the other way around as well. In the future, he will do everything in his might to ensure that you are never harmed again. Not when he can prevent it. Seeing you like this was the worst thing Draco has ever experience and he never ever wants to feel this fear again that he might lose you.

And all this because of Harry Potter.

Just the thought of that bastard infuriates Draco, which is why he quickly lets go of your face in order to clench his fists at his sides, bowing his head to the side at the same time. Immediately reading the change of emotions in Draco’s face, you take a cautious step towards him. He does not even have to say anything for you to understand what he is thinking about at that moment. You just know it and that is why you enclose one of his fists with your two hands, opening it hesitantly.

“He is not worth it.”

“He almost killed you, Y/N! He nearly took you away from me and fled like the fucking coward he is”, Draco suddenly bursts out, but you do not even flinch when he raises his voice and looks at you furiously, but also desperately. “He deserves the worst of the worst. The next time he crosses my path, I swear to Merlin I will-”

“Don’t”, you interrupt him and put pressure on his clasped hand. “You are so much better than him, Draco. So much better.”

Slowly snuggling closer to his chest, you can feel his rapid heartbeat pounding against your cheek. Carefully, you place one of your hands on the spot right above his painfully beating heart and gently stroke over it. For a moment you ignore the scars that smile at you from the skin of your hand.

“You are so much better than him, you need to see that”, you repeat to make sure that Draco really gets what you are saying. Eventually your words seems to have an effect as Draco’s body slowly relaxes beneath you and he wraps one of his arms around your waist, squeezing you even closer so he can fully enjoy your proximity. Especially now that he was not sure if he could ever feel you again.

He knows you are right. However, he can’t promise that he will remember your words the next time Harry Potter crosses his path.

“And you are stunningly beautiful”, Draco whispers softly, running his free hand up your back to your head, which he then guides towards your face. Gently placing his lips on yours, the feeling almost overwhelms him. He does not see how he could ever live without you, or your kisses.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, he takes your hands in his and kisses your knuckles and the back of your hand like a true gentleman, leaving a soft kiss on any scar he finds. While you noticed that something was going on in his mind, he also noticed that something was wrong with you. It took him a moment to realize that you were feeling insecure about the scars that are now covering your beautiful body.

“Never let anyone tell you otherwise, okay? You are beautiful, inside and outside”, Draco admits honestly, a slight smile on his lips as he speaks against yours. “These scars are just proof of how brave and courageous you are. Proof that you will always get back up, no matter what.”

[gasterofficial]

W.D. GASTER?

STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING W.D. GASTER GOD DAMN FOOL SCIENCE MAKING OSHA BREAKING BONY OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT HEAD ROYAL WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF THE UNDERGROUND SCIENTIST MOTHERFUCKING W.D. GASTER

STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT W.D. GASTER I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY FUCKED UP FOLLOWERS WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST SET THEM LOOSE IS HE DEAD IS HE A BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM_MYSTERYMAN NEVER SEEN THIS MANS SPRITE AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST EYE SCARS GET AWAY FROM ME

if i wanted to get into [HEAVEN] and the angel said w.d. gasters waiting inside i would piss on the angels feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down

if i have to deal with w.d. gaster speaking one wingding in person on dialogue in game not only will i close the tab i will delete DELTARUNE out of spite and have to play the entire game again for the experience of being able to skip all the times when he is mentioned or implied

i dont even know why i hate him so much. he does science but i am just mad because i am angy

he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some nerd bonehead whos a fan of mad science and wanted the irl version ill go ham

BETTER have fallen into his own creation cuz if he didnt Im going to make him

paypal.com/IFuckingHateWDGaster

games not even about him. vaguely mentioned what is supposed to maybe be his lab and I lost it

where the fuck is w.d. gaster if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he wasnt

crusty old man

ill punch gaster and his sad frail old man twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and he will doodly doodly until all thats left is one final blueprint he kept on him at all times simply titled Now You Fucked Up in all-caps wingdings

im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point

i hope theres a date given for when gaster died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone

everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who did so much fucked up if true science

[danses-with-dogmeat]

could you do the “reaction to first time being shown affection” but with the new vegas/fo3 male companions as well?

Romanced! Male! FO3 Companions and the first time they’re shown soft forms of Affection

Here is some more fluff for all of you lovlies! Man, I love doing these sweet prompts so dang much 😅  Seriously, if there’s ANY characters you want to see for this that I haven’t done, please please please don’t hesitate to ask, cuz these reactions are just good for my soul (... or Sole, eh? Get it?).

Fallout New Vegas (M! Companions) reactions are also on the way for this prompt as well, and should be done soon! 

Butch:

     Lone's eyes fluttered open, taking in the sight of the darkened vault 101 bedroom as they stretched their legs from beneath the thin blanket with a small sigh. A blush spread to their face as they felt their partner stir beside them, repositioning himself onto his back, an arm thrown up over his head as a deep breath escaped his lips. They turned to get a better look at him, smiling slightly at how peaceful he looked. Eyes still closed, mouth dangling open slightly, hair tousled about every which way upon his head as it crushed into the pillow behind him. Lone just stared at him for a while,  their heart beating insistently in their chest as they thought back on the events of their first night together… them and Butch… who would've thought? 

They would have liked to pin it on the way he's changed over the years they've known him, because certainly ten-year-old Lone would have scrunched up their face in disgust at the idea of having a crush on the self-absorbed bully. But… truth is, Lone's always suspected that their feelings towards the fellow vault dweller had been more… complicated than simple hatred, or simple attraction. No, these feelings seemed to go deeper than that, even before, when they were kids and he would get on their nerves constantly, or in school when they were teens who frequently argued with each other, they knew there was something more at play between the pair, though they never would have admitted it at the time. Now though, they couldn't believe they had ever seen him any differently as they gazed tenderly at their partner through half-lidded eyes, filled to the brim with affection for the man that lay beside them.

Lone tentatively reached up a hand, not wanting to wake him, but needing to touch him. They brushed a lock of hair from his forehead, running their palm over the top of his head and smoothing down any stray strands that stuck out. Pausing their movements briefly, Lone brought themselves into a sitting position, keeping their side of the blankets up to cover their bare body as they scooted closer to him and reached their hands out towards his head again. Though his hair wasn't all that long, they rarely had the privilege of seeing it void of product, which often made it difficult to play with. Lone decided to take advantage of this instance. They took three separate strands between their fingers, crossing them over each other a few times before twisting the end, willing the little braid to hold its shape before moving to another section and doing the same. A smile spread on their lips as they carried on with their little movements, leaving a handful of tiny braids in the wake of their gentle hands as they continued listening to him snore softly below them. 

As they grew less fond of the braided look, Lone smoothed each one out and began to thread their fingers upwards, giggling at their work as the entirety of his fawn-colored hair stood straight up over his slackened expression. Now if only I had dad's camera…

Their ability to stifle their laughter weakened, preventing them from suppressing the snort that escaped from them; the sound effectively jolting their companion awake.

"What the…?" He shook his head, attempting to expel his grogginess as he realized what had woken him.

"Why are you...? Wait, what happened? You laughin' at me?"

Lone nodded as another snort escaped them, Butch's confused expression now acting as the source of their second bout of giggling.

"Why? What happened?" He looked down quickly, trying to conceal any bare part of him that peeked through the thin Vault-Tec issued blanket. A panicked flush creeping up his cheeks as he tried to find the source of their amusement.

"No, no, it's nothing like that." They assured him, grabbing at his face with their hands to bring his attention back to their eyes, "Here."

Lone made a motion upwards, to try and smooth his hair down to a reasonable height, but Butch's own fingers followed, brushing the substantial mountain of silky locks that stood at attention atop his head before they could fix what they'd done. His eyes widened as he realized what Lone had been laughing at, shaking his head in an attempt to loosen the upright strands.

"Oh, you think that's funny, do ya?"

Lone smiled at him, shrugging as they prepared to answer him with some smart-ass remark, but he was upon them before they could utter a word. Their partner tackled them, pressing his lips to theirs as he forced them downwards against the mattress where he pinned their arms up over their head. When he had firmly secured their wrists in his grip, he released them from the kiss, now staring down at them smugly, a glint of triumph playing in his stormy blue eyes. Lone's heart beat raggedly in their chest as they breathlessly gazed up at their lover as he held them down. Though, to their surprise, he pulled further away from them and released his grip on their wrists, quickly bringing his hands down to their sensitive sides. He pinched his fingers slightly as he ran them over their ribcage, causing them to erupt into a fit of unbridled laughter, writhing underneath his cruel ministrations as he grinned wildly at them.

“How’s that for funny, huh, wise guy?”

Charon:

     “Tell me something.” Lone stared up at the stars as they spoke, Charon’s stiff shoulder brushing their own as he lay beside them at the top of the parking structure, his shotgun still lying across his chest, held firmly in his grasp.

“What?” His gruff voice inquired. Lone couldn’t tell if he was being short with them because he was still unsure about spending the night at the top of the ruined concrete parking structure, or if it was because he genuinely didn’t understand their request, either way, they didn’t mind clarifying.

“Just, tell me something about yourself. You already know almost everything about me, and we’ve been together a few months now, and yet…” They trailed off, trying in vain to coax a proper response from their companion.

“What would you like to know?” Lone sighed softly, but smiled in spite of themself, shifting onto their side so they could look over at him. The ghoul was laying rigidly on his back, his eyes remained trained on the sky, as they had been since Lone suggested he quit keeping watch and just relax with them as they stargazed. Well, he stopped keeping watch, but I don’t think he ever got to the ‘relax’ part.

“Well… what do you want me to know about you?” They asked him, attempting to draw an answer from him without using a direct order. Ever since the two had become involved, Lone had felt uncomfortable with the idea of holding Charon's contract. Well, truth be told, they had always hated the idea of him being forced to obey their every whim and order because they held some torturous piece of paper, but now it felt especially immoral.

Silence fell over the pair as Charon struggled with Lone’s request, half of him wanting to abide by what they said and begin the process of opening up to the person he felt closest with, while the other half grappled with the phrasing of their question. The shadow of his officially void contract rendered his own preferences obsolete as the years of habit continued to keep him chained to the false comfort of his own complacency. He was never allowed to want before.

Lone gazed at him, noting the hard expression adorning his scarred face as the internal conflict raged between his temples. Charon’s pale blue eyes became obstructed as his brow furrowed, his jaw clenching as he ground his teeth in an effort to force his mouth to produce any words that could possibly provide an answer to Lone’s question.

The ghoul’s body shuddered as Lone extended their hand, sliding it over his chest before it came to rest atop one of his. They flexed their fingers, a suggestion to loosen his grip on the barrel of his shotgun, but he refused to budge. They kept the contact with him for a moment more, but as he showed no sign of yielding to their touch, they pulled away, rolling over onto their back once more.

Well, it was worth a try. Lone closed their eyes as their fatigue washed over them, remaining on the verge of consciousness as they awaited any response from their partner.

Instead of words, they felt a soft brush against their hand, and Lone peeked one eye open to witness the ghoul’s action as he pressed on, drawing his larger hand to rest over their own. Though the action was miniscule, Lone felt their breath catch in their throat as Charon slid his thumb over their skin soothingly. They hummed as a small grin graced their lips, shifting in his grasp so that they could entwine their fingers with his.

Lone’s expression dampened as they felt him pull away slightly, believing that perhaps they’d pushed their companion too far with their… official hand holding; but they were surprised as they felt his nails meet their wrist. He smoothed his fingertips up their arm slightly, before doubling back, capturing their hand fully in his own again. At that, Lone resumed their own comforting movements along his roughened skin. The ebb and flow of the pairs’ dancing hands seemed to coax something out of Charon, a sort of tenderness that Lone was otherwise unfamiliar with.

“I want… ” He started, and Lone held their breath, but continued running their fingers over his hand encouragingly.

“To tell you… it is no longer the contract that is binding me to you.” His movement against Lone ceased in his effort to continue speaking.

"At first, I did not think I would ever be able to separate myself from it. But now… the paper is obsolete. I'm loyal to you. I want you to know that."

Lone's heart leapt in their chest, as they felt tears of relief fill to the brims of their eyes. They couldn't say how long they'd been hoping to hear this from him, it was getting to the point that they thought they never would; that the dreadful scrap of parchment shackling Charon to his horrendous past would taint their relationship until the end of their days, but now…

A scarred finger brushed against Lone's cheek, capturing the tear that had escaped them in their moment of relieved contemplation. They turned their head, following his hand's retreat, and their eyes met his. A once stormy ocean now seemed to resemble a calm, pensive pool as he peered at them with a clarity he never thought he could have achieved.

Fawkes:

     Lone’s eyebrows drew upwards as they gazed sympathetically at the mutant. Fawkes was hunched over, his head buried in his large hands as small grunts of frustration pushed their way through his overlapping fingers. He’d been having flashbacks all day long, the brief snippets of his time as a human tormenting him in their fragmented incompleteness.

“Fawkes?” They tested. Lone hadn’t been able to rouse him from his state of anguish since the pair had returned to their Megaton home. Three hours ago. They rose from their chair, moving to sit beside him on the couch. Thus far, they had let him be, believing that the memories he was struggling with would either come back to him fully, or slip away from his grasp altogether, as they usually did. But this time they appeared to be more insistent and less comprehensible, rendering their companion aggravated and exhausted, and leaving Lone feeling utterly useless.

As they settled beside him, they brought a hand up to rest on his broad shoulder, feeling the pulsing tenseness of his muscle as his heavy breathing forced his shoulders to rise and fall raggedly.

“Hey,” They said softly, “I know it’s hard, but you have to try and let it go.” Lone brought their hands up to grasp at his, gently pulling them away from his scrunched up face.

“That’s not you anymore. You’re Fawkes.” They told him, looking into his strained eyes, “You’re free now, free from the vault, free from who you used to be, and free to make your own choices. To be your own kind of person.” Slowly bringing their hands down towards his lap, they continued holding onto them tightly as they tried to bring him back to reality, tried to ground him back in the present.

“You’re my closest friend, Fawkes, no matter who you were, I love you now. For who you are.” Lone’s words seemed to finally draw his attention to them, his weary eyes softening at the sight of them, as the present world around him seemed to solidify. They felt his hands squeeze theirs to the brink of being too tight, holding firmly enough to keep him tethered to this reality, and when they flexed their fingers beneath the intense pressure, he became aware of his actions, and ceased them. The mutant’s grip softened as he exhaled, finally letting his taut muscles relax beneath his ravaged, olive skin.

“That’s it. Welcome back.” Lone smiled up at him, their own relief evident in their softened expression. Fawkes slumped a little lower, his fatigue forcing his shoulders to slouch and his head to bow forwards, as he blinked away the last shreds of the past that stubbornly tried to linger in his mind. Lone saw his shrunken frame as an opportunity, and withdrew their hands gently from his grasp, bringing their arms up to wrap around his shoulders. The hug was a little awkward, with his position facing straight ahead on the couch and Lone seated beside him, not to mention his much larger frame, which proved to be difficult to fully embrace; but, after a moment, he managed to bring an arm around Lone in an effort to return the gesture, allowing them to sink further into the security of his chest.

The pair remained this way for a few moments, both pressing the other firmly to them as they relaxed into the contact and grew more comfortable. Fawkes was certainly unused to the action, but his contentment was palpable in the way he slowly gave into Lone’s touch, leaning his head against theirs and clutching at them just a bit tighter before finally slackening and pulling away.

“Thank you, Lone. It is hard to feel… lost for such a long time.” His usually gruff voice came out like tattered silk as it was softened by the emotion accompanying it, and they couldn’t help but notice as Fawkes’s hand remained settled over their shoulder, still seeming to steady himself with the unwavering contact.

“Lone, how am I ever going to repay your kindness when you continue to assist me in so many ways each and every day? Your friendship is truly unparalleled.” Lone smiled at that, chuckling slightly at the sincerity of his words.

“Some people just… need more help than others.” They told him, “I’m happy to keep helping you every day, even if you can never repay me for it. That’s what people do when they care about each other, Fawkes. Love isn't a commodity to be bought and sold, at the expense of one and the gain of another; it’s something you reciprocate on your own terms, something you give to yourself and others without condition or expectation of gaining anything in return.”

Fawkes nodded his head slowly, eyes unfocused as he thought through Lone’s words.

“If that’s the case… Then, right now, I vow to love you as you say I should. Unconditionally. And hopefully that will be enough.”

Jericho:

     The ex-raider collapsed with a groan, burying his head, face first, into the plush pillows atop their mattress. His rifle and bits of armor were strewn throughout the Tenpenny apartment, and Lone strolled behind him, trying to kick his things into a somewhat organized pile as they too tried to make themself more comfortable. 

Bits of armor clattered to the floor as Lone made their way to their shared bed, smiling exasperatedly at their companion, stretched across the entirety of the mattress, preventing them from settling beside him.

  I’m tired too, you know. They thought, releasing a puff of air as they considered how to go about solving this little problem of theirs. Lone tried dropping their bag beside the bed, the loud thud sounding as close to his ear as they could get it without physically hitting him with the sack, but Jericho didn’t even flinch. They clicked their tongue, peering around the room as they searched for a way to rouse him. As Lone started towards their shelves lining the wall of the hotel room, eyes set on the plethora of miscellaneous items they might be able to use to their advantage, a raucous snore erupted from within the plushness of their pillow-clad mattress. Lone groaned, turning about to face him before starting back towards the bed. Fine, you don’t want to make room for me? I’ll make it work anyways.

Lone approached the unconscious ex-raider, poking at the firmness of his back, testing, before hopping up in the air to land, stomach-first, on top of their companion. 

“What the shit?! The fuck you think you’re doing?” He grumbled through the thick fabric.

“Just making myself comfortable.” Lone shifted their hips and shoulders, settling themself more firmly onto Jericho’s back. 

“And you’re expectin’ me to put up with this shit?” He lifted his head, straining his neck to glare back at them questioningly. 

“I really don’t see what you can do about it, old timer.” Lone leaned forward, digging an elbow into the back of his ribcage as they brought their mouth to his ear. They felt him tense at the pressure, bringing one of his arms back awkwardly as he tried to find a grip on them. Lone swatted his hand away with theirs, leaning onto their other side to avoid his flailing limb. As he felt their weight shift, Jericho twisted his body in an attempt to overturn them, but Lone instead decided to bring their arms around his shoulders, clinging to him so that their body shifted with his as he tried to roll them off. 

“Mother fucker--” Lone began to giggle at his frustrated growls, as he rose, propping himself up on his elbows, with Lone still gripping him firmly, arms wrapped tight across his chest. He paused his thrashing, and Lone felt him shifting his head downwards, extending his neck to reach for something with his mouth… 

“Ow-- Hey!” Jericho took a part of their wrist into his mouth, biting down hard, causing their grip to loosen, and at the opportunity, he decided to throw himself backwards onto the mattress, effectively crushing Lone beneath him. They felt the breath get knocked out of them as he landed, now settling himself on top of them, grinding the back of his head into their chest in an effort to make himself more comfortable in the most obnoxious way possible. 

Well… that could have gone better, but hey, at least now I’m on the bed. 

“Alright, you win.” They said, their voice coming out strained due to the pressure on their lungs. 

“Damn right I do. Old timer… fuck you.” Lone laughed at that, reveling in the way he took their name calling so seriously. 

“Alright, alright. I get the point, can you get off me now?” 

“Nah. I think I like this. It’s real comfortable. Think I’ll just sleep this way.” Lone groaned at him, trying weakly to tousle him off their body before giving up with a loud sigh, being sure to blow their hot breath of frustration straight onto the top of his head. They felt his body shudder. 

“Fuckin’ fine, little tike, I’ll get off.” 

“Uck, don’t call me that.” Lone said as he rolled off of them, falling onto the mattress at their side. They peered over at him to see his reaction, pleased at the dark-eyed glare that bore into them, a glint of humor shining in their depths. 

“Look, I’m allowed to complain,” They told him, shifting onto their side so they could see him better. “You friggin’ bit me.” The ex-raider smiled deviously at that.

“Hmm. Yeah, I did. And I’m about to do it again.” With that, he lunged at them, an arm wrapped around their waist to hold them in place as his teeth met their neck. 

“Hey! What the--?” A moment later, the sharp pain dissolved away and was replaced by something soft as Jericho pressed his lips to the tender spot, soothing over the mark he had left. Lone’s eyes fell closed as his mouth moved up to their jaw, peppering kisses as it moved across their jawline to their chin, before finally drawing upwards to meet their lips. 

“I hope you know.” Lone heard him say as he pulled away from them, “This ain’t over yet.” They felt the mattress shift as he collapsed back onto it, and they smiled at his words, scooting closer so they could throw an arm over his stomach as they pressed their head to the crook beneath his shoulder. Lone meant to say something cheeky in response, but before they could utter a word, they felt themself dissolve into sleep as the soft sound of Jericho’s snores filled their ears.

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[quirkle2]

ooghthoghfgofhg jay you FEED me I love your art ohhh my god your qpr sleeby is so soft I’m gonna LOSE IT do u have any soft warriors n ledge qpr thoughts perfectly okay if you don’t want to share bc I know it makes you nervous but!!!! Ohhh I’m love them,,;;; thank you your art is so good

SOBS,, imliterally so glad u like them they make me so soft i love them so so bad

uhm !!!!!!!!!!! i do indeed have So many thoughts on them . my brain is filled w those thoughts in particular GVEAYIV not all of these r like,,, qpp wars and ledge exclusive obviously but i just tend to think of these when i think of Them :)

u can very obviously see it in my art but they braid each other's hair constantly GVIYAEGV the back of wars' hair is sometimes littered w them—ledge usually braids when he's bored and relaxed—and while legend usually does the one that i always draw pulled back behind his ear himself, wars always does the rest. wars also tends to brush/do legend's hair for him as a gesture of affection, and god knows ledge hates doing it himself so he rly doesn't have a problem w that

^ they both leave the braids in . wars' might look a bit silly w his hairstyle and the ones in the back in particular prolly lie a bit weird since they're so small, but he couldn't care less abt whether it looks silly or not :) he leaves them in and his hair usually gets weirdly curly in the back bc of it. he doesn't mind <3 legend looks fabulous tho . obviously

this one's kinda random but ledge gave wars one of his rings once and wars literally never takes it off. it's his zora ring that lets u breathe underwater, given to wars cuz he knows wars can't swim and ledge likes to give Functional gifts :) but he loves it to death simply bc it's From Legend and he always keeps it close

forehead kisses. they constantly give each other forehead kisses cuz i Fucking said so

they like to cuddle :]

they each know exactly what foods on their plate the other does/doesn't like. when the chain gets dinner at some restaurant they both wordlessly give each other some of the sides on their plates they don't like and trade it for smth on the others' plate that they Do . they do this completely fluidly and without any communication whatsoever it's like their minds r connected. just bestie things <3

my wars is very very loving and gentle by default it's just how he operates. and he loves to kiss legend's knuckles and rings and the scars along his hands during slow and quiet moments cuz i said so

my wars likes to read !! he's a big nerd and ledge asks him abt his books n stuff Solely bc he likes to see wars get excited and infodump to somebody for once. does it to see him smile :] gentol,,

^ vise versa wars likes to ask ledge abt his maps and his items and gardening to get him to loosen up and smile :] wars also tends to do silly things Solely to get a laugh out of him

when they're in town one of them takes the other by the hand and drags them around to stores they think the other would like

at the ranch when they're relaxed and feelin at home one of them sometimes falls asleep on the couch and the other always comes to join. sleepy awakenings and hugs and then zzzz, z,, z,,,,z,zzzzz shhthey sleepin

i can't think of anything else rn but they love and adore each other so so much istg they'd do Anything for each other

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave you (Pt.14)

(Sneak Peak) (Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: The first night they sleep in the house comes with sleepy steps and communal showers...And other firsts...

Tags: Fluff, hurt/comfort, Nesting, References to anorexia and anorexic eating habits, PTSD, discussion of physical scars, low-self esteem, omega space, lots of seokjin x reader content,

W/c: 9.0k

A/n: here you go! i think i might need to take a short break from this series soon, to work on one of my other series- and to take a break in general cuz i've been chugging along pretty regularly with it and i feel like somethings gonna give if i don't take a step back for a few days! 

Previous Part — Masterlist

Part 14: Like A Sigh 

Seokjin doesn’t know what he was expecting from your room or your nest but it's offaly pretty. 

This- this is the den-like atmosphere he wants and didn’t find in the other bedroom. the dark flower-patterned wallpaper and the teal accent walls make the room feel cozy and small. Safe even. The sole lamp makes the room drenched in cozy golden shadows. Blackout curtains too that must let you and Yoongi sleep as long as possible cover the windows.

Your curtains might be drawn but the windows are open, the sweet air of summer fills the room, clean evening wars equal with the smell of chocolate cake- the smell of you and Yoongi that permeates the room.

How many nights have you curled up together here to have it smelling so happy? Neither you nor Yoongi has a particularly strong scent but it's everywhere. it’s so unlike jin’s alphas, or even Jungkook who you can almost taste when you breathe deep near him.

Jin doesn’t realize he’s just standing there, breathing, enjoying the way that your smell eases the ache in his nose until you’re blinking up at him from the confines of your nest cuddled under the thick layer of pillows and blankets, one of them falls on the floor at your sudden movement and you whine. staring at it forlornly. before Seokjin can answer and dart forward to give you anything your heart desires like his instincts demand- Yoongi stoops to pick it up. you make grabby hands at it and then hug it back to your chest, your unhappy chirp becomes a velvet-like purr.

Yoongi’s eyebrows’ are raised expectantly, and Jin realizes he’s been staring. just watching the two of you get ready for bed, domestic and intimate. something that maybe he’s not allowed to see

but maybe he is, after all, he lives here now. 

 “I just- I was going to-“ jin’s breath catches in his throat.

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