#sorry I was so into Leonardo da Vinci when I was a kid

[shamachan]

HII HELLO <33

may I request an mc who’s an artist/likes to doodle x qiu and tammy!! any step is fine !!

MC that likes to doodle × Qiu Lin / Tamarack Baumann headcanons ꔛ

step 1.

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A/N below.

enjoy!

Qiu Lin:

— When you first showed Qiu your doodles, he was so fascinated!

— And he immediately told you that he likes them and you have a such a great talent.

— In school he'll probably doodle you something and then pass it as fast and careful as he can to you during the classes (just knowing Mrs. Murray wouldn't like it if she finds it out), so that way you could check out his quick doodles of anything.

— Would like to watch you doodle if there is a chance! Autumn will continuously look at the piece of paper you are drawing on until someone distracts him.

— If someday you'll doodle him, he'll go like "boom" and he will be so excited! Is this really him? How cool he is!

— And he would later boast of this doodle to his parents or friends, talking about it as if Leonardo Da Vinci had drawn it.

— Perhaps because of this, some children will come up to you and ask you to draw them too... But it’s up to you to decide what to do with them!

— Qiu will constantly support you in your doodles, constantly giving you some ideas for them.

— And he would be so happy if you doodle them again. Albeit next time Autumn will totally gift you his own full doodle of yourself!

Tamarack Baumann:

— When Tamarack finds out you're into doodling, she'll probably tell you right away how cool it is!

— And when you show her your sketches, she will carefully examine them all from your hands, slightly narrowing her eyes and then nodding cheerfully.

— She really liked them! So after looking at all the sketches you wanted to show Tamarack, she will give them a compliment or two.

— At school, especially during breaks when there is nothing to do, Tammy might suggest you playing a drawing game! And then, with your permission, she will take these sheets with your and her drawings.

— At home, Tamma will definitely put these drawings in some secluded corner with some things that are important to her, often taking them out and looking through these doodles!

— If you draw her, she will accept this drawing with all joy and will also keep it in her room. You made her look just all pretty!

— Just like Qiu, she will support you in this all the ways she can! Tammy will be your biggest fan, believe me!

A/N: sorry if this is kinda small ahh?? (used to write much more)

AS KIDS THEY'RE JUST SOSSOOSS PRECIOUS I CAN'T TAKE IT...

i'll mention again that I don't have a lot of free time right now since I'm busy, so writing headcanons may take some time^^ hope you don't mind it tho!

[parkerpeter24]

"New Years Eve was supposed to be fun – instead we ended up in a prison cell. This is your fault." with nathan roping the reader into a quick job before they were going to go celebrate new year’s eve and they got caught stealing something

one of my favorite blurbs to write because just like nathan im also a history whore 😳

pairing: nathan drake x reader

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nathan hated cathedrals. it was a fact that there was an unspoken dispute between him and the nuns. you never knew why because he was oddly silent about his past– and this was the case when you were his best friend. all you knew about him was that he had an older brother who left him in one when they were kids.

you were all he had left now. not your own words, he’d told you so on various occasions.

but when he asked you to accompany on another hiest at santa maria delle grazie. it was 3:54 am when you found yourself holding a torch to help nathan.

“did you know, against the tradition, leonardo da vinci used oil to paint ‘the last supper’ on wet plaster.” the brunette explained as the two of you passed the mural.

“why do all your historical facts surface while we’re stealing stuff.” you rolled your eyes.

“it’s a historical place!” he whisper-yelled at you.

“can we get that cross already?” you sighed.

“it’s not just a cross, it’s a key to one of the greatest lost treasures of all times. when ferdinand magellan set to sail across the world-” twixt all his rambling, his hand wrapped around yours, pulling you over to wherever this ‘key’ was. your heart did a flip even though you told yourself it was just anxiety in case you got caught, “if we found that thing, it would be the best new year’s present ever.”

“nate.” you flashed your torch towards the glass case, signalling to your partner in crime that you found the golden cross.

he rushed the two of you over, already trying to figure out a way to hack the keypad lock to open the case.

what the two of you hadn’t noticed was the presence of a third party– more like a fleet of police officers. apparently one of the nuns at the cathedral had called the cops.

and so what could have been a beginning to the best new year of your lives, turned into a buzzkill. nate paced around the prison cell while you sat in a corner, “it was right in front of us.” nathan complained dejectedly.

“new years eve was supposed to be fun – instead we ended up in a prison cell. this is your fault.” you voiced your thoughts. nate gave you an apologetic look.

“i know. i’m sorry about that.”

you parted the space beside you in attempt to call him to sit with you. he trudged over, sitting beside you with crossed legs, “i guess you could call that a little bit of fun.” you chuckled making him do the same.

the dull yellow of the bulb inside the dungeon and the pale moonlight peeking in from outside lit up nate’s eyes as you stared into them. for a moment you thought he was leaning in, but for all you knew you were being delusional.

you blinked a few times to break out of this trance you’d put yourself in. however, you were proven right– and wrong, respectively– when a pair of soft lips was placed over yours.

nathan’s breath fanned against your cupid’s bow as he moved his lips against yours, sliding a hand behind your neck to pull you closer.

as soon as the two of you parted, a content sigh left nathan’s throat, “i promise to get us out of here before new year, baby.”

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[lauranalanthalasa]

Look, I love Doctor Who like the next person, but I just realised something that is handled so much better in Good Omens. (This got rather long, TLDR at the end)

The Doctor isn't technically immortal like Crowley and Aziraphale, but their age is far beyond the human lifespan and regeneration is a bit like getting a new body after being inconveniently discorporated only without the paperwork. Either way, both the Doctor and the ineffable idiots lovers are non-humans (although looking completely human) that have lived/existed for a large multitude of human lifespans, have magical powers/technology so advanced it's indistinguishable from magic and an intellect far beyond human capabilities, are somewhat socially awkward and love the Earth / humanity.

What Good Omens does so much better is that, while Aziraphale and Crowley both care deeply for humans (You can't kill kids!) they are also well aware of the fact that they themselves are tremendously different from humans and are reluctant to get overly involved and attached. I don't mind the multitude of fanfics depicting Aziraphale having an affair with Oscar Wilde or Crowley with Leonardo da Vinci or whatever, but the show clearly stirrs away from this and imho that's a very good thing. Because on what ground would someone with the experiences of thousands of years, with literal devine power, who has witnessed the beginning of the universe fall in love with a human? Could there ever be real love? Affection, yes. Empathy, understanding, maybe even something like a (sadly probably rather shallow) friendship. But deep romantic love? I don't think so, sorry. Please remember, this is my opinion. I don't want to offend anyone. Please don't come at me, I'm soft. 😩

Of course the Ineffables could just fancy getting to know people the biblical way from time to time, but that's just not who they are. And wouldn't it even be a bit weird? Using these unaware ephemeral creatures as playthings?

The Doctor (granted, it's mostly 10 and 11) on the other hand seems to fall in love with humans all the fucking time! Or condones humans falling in love with them and letting them stick around anyways. And even when there are no romantic feelings involved, the Doctor often leaves their companions hurt, traumatized or with their memories wiped after the inevitable end of their joint travels. And unless the Ineffables it is quite strongly hinted that the Doctor does enjoy a good biblical introduction to a non-equal from time to time (Reinette, Queen Elizabeth I).

TLDR: imho Good Omens handels the relationship between (virtually) immortal, nearly omnipotent beings and humans better than Doctor Who, by not incorporating romantic love / lust between these and humans.

[yinyuedijun]

°•-I'm glad you're getting into Wind Breaker, Miss Mao! I also agree with you regarding Suo! Let me go in uppercase for a bit! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა THE MOMENT THAT MAN GETS A SINGLE SPECK OF HIS PERSONAL BACKSTORY REVEALED MIGHT BE THE DAY I START PUBLISHING WORKS!! Either that or my friends' notifications will combust just because of me rambling to them about him! I'm not really interested in him as much as I'm interested in Aventurine, I'm interested in him in a way that 'I want to know everything about you' type of way! It kill me sometimes! I just want to butcher him up to get into his most inner self:(( The only speck of info we got regarding his backstory is when he was said to be strong in middle school by Nirei or when we got a DISTORTED GLIMPSE of his master FACING BACK from the panel, ahhaahah aisydygvbasdkhga!!! But I guess I'll just satiate myself with this silly little image of him: silly, sassy (sometimes), protective, eccentric Leonardo De Caprio or Leonard Da Vinci whatever:(

SORRY for the delay anon i wanted to finish the manga first! the reason I caught up is actually because of this message lol I wanted to see his master but you weren't kidding when you said we only got a distorted glimpse 😭😭😭 I'm also trying to stay satisfied with what we know about him but AUUGHHH I LOVE A TRAGIC BACKSTORY and I know his must be SO WILD...I can sense it...

I'm also praying for this backstory drop because I would be so excited if you were to start publishing works!!! FINGERS CROSSED....

[cugzarui]

every single condition mentioned in this thread is real

@beleester :

Fibrodysplasia ossificans progressiva (FOP) is a rare genetic disorder that causes soft tissues to transform permanently into bone

pretty sure this is just every effective propaganda ever

that's just being immune compromised ain't it?

(remembers that guy who died and got revived (as you do) and his near death experience was reincarnating as a worm and that it was awful apparently) also just normal ptsd i think though maybe from a specific cause like being in an abusive family or cult?

as @dungeonmalcontent already mentioned, that's just a thing irl.

@selectivegeekwithstandards :

well they alright mentioned it's based on irl autoimmune disorders

the quickly replicating cells thing is the only one so far that i can't think of an irl equivalent for

@dungeonmalcontent :

that's just regular cancer

apparently sweating blood is a thing!(?).

Hematohidrosis is a rare condition in which a human being sweats blood. [1] Leonardo Da Vinci described a soldier who sweated blood before battle

but i'm pretty sure it does do the nerve thing. that sounds like what hawking had maybe

is being a former gifted kid a medical condition? sorry sorry ok for real this one could also be a lot of different diseases that leave you unable to perform skilled tasks you were once good at or even perform normal tasks.

@theincrediamazingbablesquatch :

i had to type your url by hand

rabies

ah the i'm an artist desease. the desease that affects artists and damages their wrists which they use so much for art. and their eyes which they use so much for art. the artist desease. that desease. i don't remember the official name of that desease

hmm this one sounds kinda...is it? let me look this up...ok it's not asbestos...arsenic!

Elemental arsenic and arsenic sulfate and trioxide compounds are classified as "toxic" and "dangerous for the environment"

The International Agency for Research on Cancer (IARC) recognizes arsenic and inorganic arsenic compounds as group 1 carcinogens

Arsenic is known to cause arsenicosis when present in drinking water

Long-term exposure can result in thickening of the skin, darker skin

(i left out the image but the last paragraph talks about dark bruise-like marks)

(i'm considering cancer as forced shapeshifting because well...you do often get a new shape with cancer. a very noticeably new shape that can't otherwise be gotten)

could also be other hazardous minerals. fiction can be a more general metaphor that applies to many things at once.

4. a the ol adrenaline blast

5. this one sounds like a more cultural thing relating to lgbtq+ so kinda outside my wheelhouse. sounds like as kids our gender expression is weaker and we can easily switch our presentation and self image between genders and even species but as we age we become more obviously a specific gender (appearance wise (most of the time)) and have to choose to present ourselves as a specific gender. only being able to switch though medical procedures.

6. not sure about this one. you explicitly mentioned autism and sociopathy but also that the sex organs arnt as developed so this could have strange insinuations or i'm not reading it right. maybe an analogy for more than just autism and sociopathy. or maybe this is also talking about the perception of autism and sociopathy. not really sure about this one as it doesn't go much into detail on the significant mental aspect of the condition.

What are some chronic illnesses that can only occur in a fantasy setting?

[timetravelshit]

Chapter One: The Worst Boat Ride of The Rest of Your Life

This is a book about time travel, and all of it really happened. If you somehow manage to create a time machine, then this as a cautionary tale. If you didn’t create a time machine, you can stop reading, in case you somehow get the idea that making another one is a good idea. If you were gifted this book, and feel obligated to read it, tell whoever gifted it to you that I gave you permission not to read it. If you bought this book thinking it would be an interesting work of fiction, I’m sorry to disappoint, but it is all true. If you’re the Church of the Holy Timeline, you can contact my lawyer Aaron Stone (and don’t try to steal my time machine again, it doesn’t work anymore).

Now, if you’re still here, let me explain. My name is Emmet, and I invented time travel. I didn’t do it on purpose, in fact, I was postdestined to. It’s like predestiny but retroactive. I wouldn’t recommend time traveling because everything you do has consequences. Even stepping on a butterfly. Especially stepping on a butterfly. Most of my problems started in 1862 when I stepped on a butterfly, but I’ll get to that. Let’s start in my present day. Circa early 21st century. Traveling through time was really a weekend hobby for me between my time trying to earn a degree in digital art and working at a bicycle repair shop. It was October and I was more worried about my Halloween costume and midterms than the end of the universe. That was until I decided to take a quick trip to 1496 to see if I could find Leonardo da Vinci and asked him about The Last Supper painting. I was writing a report on it for my art history class. Homework help might seem like a stupid use for time travel, but in my defense, I didn’t know how it worked. Too many time travel movies had convinced me if I tried to do anything drastic, I might erase myself from history. I had been testing the waters in the previous weeks, going on short trips to see if anything bad happened. At that point I just hadn’t figured out the consequences.

It was mid-afternoon on a Thursday when I opened my closet door to go attempt to have a conversation with Leonardo da Vinci. The only preparation I had made was putting a Renaissance faire costume cloak over my regular outfit in an attempt to look inconspicuous. You might be thinking I didn’t think through anything I was doing at all. You would be right. Throughout this story you will be continuously let down by my judgement. From my closet I grabbed a metal thing. The thing looked like a Frankenstein of a toaster, a Nokia, two walkie talkies, half a wall socket, and a piano toy for kids. That’s because it was made from a toaster, a Nokia, two walkie talkies, half a wall socket, and a piano toy for kids. I can’t tell you how it works in case you figure out how to make one yourself. All you need to know is if I put the date and time into the Nokia and play a tritone on the midi piano, it takes me when and where I want to go. I had to google the coordinates of where Mr. da Vinci’s house at the time. I knew enough from my art history class to choose the year 1496. I assumed if he wasn’t home when I got there, I could jump forward to when he would be home. I plugged the cord of the toaster into the socket on the other side of the machine, entered my destination in, and played the chord. The two antennas from the walkie talkies were stuck into the air, collecting whatever data they needed to be satisfied with the trip. At that point none of my attempts to go back in time had yet failed because the antennas hadn’t picked up any signal. The Nokia screen turned from grey to green, and with that I was sent through time.

Traveling through time feels like a disappointing elevator ride. You’re flung through time and space so fast that you don’t feel any vertigo. In the first instant you’re transported you can feel the earth dropping out from under you, like an elevator, but it’s only noticeable if you focus on it. When you land, you’re struct with a gust of wind from the air displacement that’s only powerful enough to mildly ruin your hair. However, it’s only underwhelming until you open your eyes to whatever place you ended up. I found myself in a stunningly green courtyard in front of what could only be described as a mansion. A cool summer breeze was gently rustling the leaves of the trees around me. I could hear distant conversations carried through the air and it didn’t smell nearly as terrible as colonial Boston did. It was downright pleasant out here. Satisfied by my surroundings, I shoved the time machine into my backpack, hid the bag under my ridiculous cloak, and walked over to the wooden door I assumed was the front entrance.

The front path to the door was lined with statues of cherubs and split around a concrete fountain. It was nice by the standards of any time period. I chose the left side of the path and followed the stairs to where it all met back up at a thick wooden door. I raised a fist and knocked three times. The sound was stiff against the dense wood. I heard someone inside yell something, the voice muffled, and I couldn’t make out any of the words. I stood there for an awkward amount of time. Not long enough to feel the need to knock a second time, but just long enough to feel uncomfortable standing without beginning to fidget. As I heard the bolt slide open, I noticed I had begun absent mindedly twisting the fabric of the cloak around my fingers. I quickly put my hand down, suddenly incapable of holding my arms normally.

I figured out three things in rapid succession when the door opened. Number one, I didn’t speak Italian. Number two, I didn’t know what Leonardo da Vinci looked like. Number three, they had guns in 1496. I realized these things when a man whose identity I didn’t know flung the door open, pointed a gun at me, and started yelling at me in a language I didn’t know. The gun looked more like a toy than any modern weapons, but it was clearly a gun. The man repeated the first phrase he shouted at me when he opened the door. I assumed it meant “put your hands up,” “I’m going to shoot you,” or something to that effect.

“Holy shit!” I put my hands into the air, the cloak falling just over my shoulder to reveal the knit T-shirt sleeves underneath. I had only been under gunpoint once before, but at least I knew what that guy was saying to me. It took all the self control I had not run, but I didn’t know what the man with the weapon wanted me to do so I stood there frozen. He seemed satisfied by this and took a step back, letting me into the doorway and saying something to me in a much calmer tone. When I stared at him confused, he repeated it. I still stood there, not sure what to do or what to say or if I should say anything at all. He said something else, something different this time in a far sterner tone. I decided to say something, at least so he knew I couldn’t understand him. “I don’t speak Italian.” The man looked at me, skeptical. “English?” A painful memory flashed into my mind of the three weeks in high school I spent reading the Canterbury tales and the realization of just how much I didn’t belong in 1496 hit me like a drunk man to a mailbox.

“English.” He nodded. “You speak the Chosen Tongue.” I certainly didn’t expect that. He had a strange accent, clearly not a native speaker of modern 21st century English. Which would make sense, considering we were 600 years apart. “Follow.” He gestured inside with the gun in case I didn’t get the message. I put my hands down and stepped into the house. It had the faint odor of cloves, which I found stranger than the man with a gun who could speak English. It was an expansive interior decorated with fineries, but even though the cups and plates were antiques to me, it was clearly disheveled in the way things get disheveled when no one cleans the house. I was taken out of my observations by the sensation of metal on the back of my skull. For a brief moment I expected to die right then and there, but instead the man pushed me forward and said, “walk.”

The house wasn’t devoid of people, but no one seemed to pay any attention to me. I saw two men walk past wearing white robes with red sashes engaged in deep conversation. I saw three others through a doorway, all wearing green, having a conversation that sounded like it was in English. I didn’t look back to check, but I recalled the man who had a gun to my head wearing the basic white and with the red sash. The man steered me through two open doorways and toward a staircase leading underground. I felt my fear intensify and I hesitated. The man pushed the gun harder on my scalp and I stepped down the stairs. It took me the whole walk to build up the courage to say, “No offense sir, but I think there’s some sort of misunderstanding here.”

“Your name is Emmet, no?”

The metal barrel felt colder and harder than before. “I…” My mouth was dry. “Yes sir.”

“No misunderstanding.” He sounded almost chipper. If wasn’t terrified I might’ve even been peeved by his tone. I wanted to say something in return, but I couldn’t get my vocal cords to do anything. I walked down the stairs, opening my mouth three different times only to find I couldn’t convince my mouth to make any sounds. “We have waited for you.” This didn’t ease the terror anymore than the gun to my head did. He led me down a dark hallway with walls cut out of stone. The hall dead ended into a dark brown door. Unlike the front door of the house, it was not elaborate. When I stopped in front of it, the man reached around me and turned the dull grey knob.

I think I expected a prison cell or torture room. Instead, the room was the same stone as the hallways, lined with wooden support beams. All that occupied the room was a man wearing green robes, a table, and astonishingly, my Time Machine. I became suddenly aware of the weight in my backpack. I knew the Time Machine that had brought me here was still in the bag I was wearing. I could hear the metal clang as I stopped inside the doorway. The man with the gun didn’t seem to mind this. The man in the green robes smiled at me warmly. He didn’t look anymore than twenty, even wearing his extravagant robes. In fact, he looked oddly familiar, although I couldn’t place him. “Emmet, I’m so glad you could make it.” He was British. I was surprised by this more than I would like to admit. “I've been waiting a long long time for this.” He looked at the man behind me. “Alexander you can put the gun down now.” He rolled his eyes as if Alexander was a rowdy child. “I apologize for the show, but I couldn't let you get away Emmet.”

With the gun pulled down away from my head I found I could actually form sentences again. I immediately wanted answers. “What is this? What's happening?”

The man sighed. “I assure you you're not in any harm's way. My name is Dorian.” He paused and studied me, eyes jumping across my face, down my cloak, and back up at me again. “It's strange knowing this is the first time you've met me. I would tell you to say hello when you meet me before I’ve met you, but I already know how that’s going to go.” My mouth actually hung open in astonishment. I was wrapped up in some sort of Time Travel Shit! I was under the impression that I had been very careful with all my previous trips through time. I had taken every step to make sure I avoided Time Travel shit. Of course, now I know that you cannot be careful while time traveling. I think even if you stood in the same spot and did nothing you would still destroy the timeline. “Now Emmet,” Dorian said, his eyes narrowing. “I need you to take out your bag and give me your Time Machine.”

“What? But- what? I don’t understand.” Understatement. I understood the situation about as well as a fish understands differential calculus.

“Oh, don’t worry.” Dorian waved his hand dismissively. “I know one way or another you're going to get it back So hand it over now or I'll have Alexander take it from you and I don't think you want that.” Another understatement.

“No!” I heard the pitch of my voice slip up far higher than I intended it to. “You already have one.” I pointed at the one on the table.

Dorian actually had the gall to laugh at that. “Oh no, Emmet.” He shook his head; I was getting uncomfortable with how often he used my name. “That’s there so that you know that one way or another, I’m getting it from you. Because I already have it.” I knew what he was going to say next as the smile fell from his face. “So, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”

I stood there, mouth agape, fully unprepared for Time Travel Shit. Unfortunately, I was going to get used to it fast. Dorian let me have my moment of utter bafflement, trapped in a room with a mysterious robe-wearing man by another robe wearing man with a gun. He watched me as I stood there for what had to be twenty seconds. He stared at me, hauntingly patient. Silently, I pulled my backpack off my shoulders. I hesitated, trying and failing to judge his reaction. Dorian was agonizingly calm. I pulled the Time Machine out of my backpack and set it on the table next to the other version of it. I was somewhat surprised it didn’t explode meeting a version of itself, but then again, I had no idea how it worked. I put the machine down and took a step back.

“Thank you, Emmet.” Dorian’s smile returned. “This is for the best.” He walked up to the version of the Time Machine I just set down on the table. “Honestly, I hope you understand one day.” He sounded jarringly sincere, and I realized everything else he had said until that point was an act. With that, he typed something into the keypad. I watched him plug the machine into itself. The Nokia display turned from grey to green and Dorian visibly relaxed, as if he expected it not to. “Au revoir, Emmet.” I had never seen someone use the machine from the outside. It’s considerably similar to the sensation. One moment, Dorian was there, the next he was gone. No flash of light, just a slight gust of wind.

Assuming you’ve never experienced Time Travel Shit before, the closest analog for the overwhelming confusion it causes is calling it the emotional equivalent of getting off a boat. The world continues to rock under you even after you’re far away from the water. That is how Time Travel Shit feels to the unprepared.

Alexander and I stood there for a long, quiet moment, staring at the spot Dorian previously occupied. Eventually, I decided to ask the question that had been on my mind since Dorian started giving me demands. I gestured to the other Time Machine on the table. “So…” I didn’t meet Alexander’s eyes in case he but the gun back on me. “Do I take that one?” Alexander stared at me for just long enough I wondered if he was just going to shoot me right then. I didn’t know what being shot felt like and I didn’t much want to know. For the second time I was laughed at for my lack of understanding of the situation. Alexander’s laugh was more pitying than Dorian’s was.

“No. You go to jail.” Alexander raising the gun again. “Come along.”

It turns out the ominous door leading into a jail cell was on the other end of the hallway. The room was built identically to the room with the table and my only way back to the 21st century. The only difference was this one was furnished with a small wooden bed, a bench, and a bucket. My heart sank and if not for the vivid feeling of metal on the back of my skull I would’ve hoped it was some strange paint fume induced dream. I also would’ve accepted side effects of carbon monoxide poisoning, hell even black mold. However, I wasn’t so lucky. Alexander pushed me into the room with the barrel of the gun. “Dorian will talk to you in the future.” Alexander informed me in his strange broken English. It was only strange because of the setting. In fact, I consider anyone who goes about learning the English language a hell of a lot smarter than I am. I wasn’t sure if this applied to Alexander. The strange phrasing of the statement caught my attention, but I couldn’t make heads or tails of it. I turned to face Alexander and asked what his statement meant, but he had already closed the door, and I heard a deadbolt sliding into place from the outside.

And so, I sat there. Waiting. I didn’t wear a watch which time traveling because watches don’t spontaneously become accurate just because you break reality. If I wanted wear one, I had to manually adjust it every time I landed. Usually, I just ended up with an out of sync watch that was easier to leave at home. Without a watch I didn’t have a very good sense of time passing, let alone while stuck in an underground room. I knew it was long enough I considered trying to take a nap, but not long enough to come up with a good escape plan. I didn’t know how to pick locks, and besides the deadbolt was on the outside of the cell. So, I just sat on the bed, letting the seconds roll by. I tried to rethink everything that Dorian said in an attempt to make sense of it. My attempt was ineffective and only left me more confused, so I sat there. Eventually I got tired of fiddling with my cloak, then tired of fiddling with my hair, then tired of fiddling at all.

I was yanked out of my scared boredom by a gust of wind. Someone materialized in the room. “You’re going to want to start memorizing everything I say.” That feeling again, getting off the worst bait ride of my life to find the world is still rocking under my feet. That Time Travel Shit feeling. “You’ll need to remember it later.” I stared, trying to wrap my head around what I was seeing in front of me. “Stop trying to figure out what’s going on and just accept it.” Good advice. In the center of the room, holding the Time Machine, was me.

Chapter Two: https://www.tumblr.com/timetravelshit/763234407613071360/chapter-two-a-brief-digression-in-order-to-give?source=share

[madsotc]

so anyway. here's my thing. in a show like Leonardo, that obviously couldn't give less of a shit about historical accuracy, it is absolutely criminal not to seize the chance to have legendary renaissance man Leonardo Da Vinci hate fuck legendary renaissance man Michelangelo. if I was involved with this show somehow, no matter how small my role, no matter if I was just the guy who runs around bringing drinks to everybody, I would fight tooth and nail to see that happen

[shookspearewrites]

Heya my lovely anon! Thank you for your kindness, it’s so lovely and reassuring to have your support ^^ I’m sorry this took me so so long to write - my break from writing was wayyyy longer than I had expected it to be but, hopefully I’ll be properly back on Tumblr from now on!

- JJ x

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Leonardo Da Vinci:

He’ll be so gentle with you as you sob against his warm chest, telling him how you want to leave the mansion and that he should forget about you. Big capable hands will rub your back soothingly, his rich Italian accent will quietly hush your cries and tell you the sweetest affections, reassuring you of his love. 

Leonardo will honestly be a little stunned when he finds out that you’re pregnant but so overwhelmingly happy that you’re carrying his baby. When you tell him that he should leave you and that he’d be better off without you, he’ll beg you to stay, “Cara mia, I want nothing more than you and our bambino. Don’t go, tesoro.”

If you tell him you need some space and time to think and process everything, Leonardo will give you space but will always be near by in case you need him for anything and to keep an eye on you (He’s very overprotective of you, especially now that you’re carrying his child). He’ll leave you trays of tea and sweets, bunches of flowers and love letters by your bedroom door until you feel ready to come out again.

Leonardo is so excited that you two will be having a child together and he dedicates himself to preparing to be the best father in the world. He’ll build nursery furniture and toys for your baby, spend hours painting the nursery and do as much of the work as he possibly can so you can relax and put your feet up: He just wants you, the love of his life, to be comfy.

Theodorus van Gogh:

“What’re you doing back here? Who’s the kid?” Theo’s voice is gruff when he sees you again, finally back in the mansion after you left three years ago without explaining yourself. He crouches down to your daughter who toddles up to him and grasps at his soft scarf and rubs it against her chubby cheek, giggling. Theo’s heart is in his throat when he notices the toddler’s icy blue eyes and caramelly brown hair, “You look just like your daddy, huh?”

The conversation between you and Theo is slow and awkward at first but after your child falls asleep in his lap, he’ll begin to open up. Honestly, he’s missed you while you went back to your time, how he’d resorted to praying that you’d come back to him and how he wishes you’d never broken things off with him.

Theo will do everything in his power to make you feel comfy and loved now that you’re back in his life; he’ll finally swallow his pride (well, most of it) and make sure that you know how much you and your daughter mean to him. 

He takes to fatherhood like a duck to water and he adores being a dad. Not a day goes by when you won’t see Theo carrying your little one around on his shoulders and grinning as he teaches her about the world and she giggles back to him. He loves taking your daughter to work with him and showing her all of the art he thinks she’ll like - and then taking her to get all the ice cream and sweets that she wants because he simply cannot say no to her. 

William Shakespeare:

“Mine lambkin ...” Will exhales softly when he finally sees you again after months of being cooped up in le Comte’s mansion, a baby sleeping peacefully in your arms. He’ll drop whatever papers and scripts he’s carrying and run to you, his eyes brimming with tears when he sees the new-born you held, “What a divine little angel.” 

He might be a little distant at the beginning, unsure if he’s prepared to be a dad and uncertain if you even want him in your life since you left him and hid in the mansion when you found out you were pregnant.

Shakespeare will be a little hesitant when you invite him back into your life, afraid he’ll do something wrong and turn you away again but, once he gains a bit more confidence, he’ll always go above and beyond for you and the baby. 

He loves being a dad, especially when your little one gets big enough to take to the theatre - you best believe that that kid is going to be a little thespian! Shakespeare will make little costumes for your baby and let them run amuck in the theatre as much as they like. Will especially loves those special evenings walking along the Seine, hand in hand with you and your child as the sun sets over Paris on the way home to make dinner together.

[bodhrancomedy]

Subtitles:

Hey, who wants to hear why a Deaf Irish autistic history nerd would make a terrible Doctor Who companion?

Hi, Doc… I was looking for you… um, quick question, is letting Leonardo da Vinci draw me… bad… for the future?

Uh, no, I don’t have a special skill to ‘make up’ for me being autistic. You got one to make up for being ignorant?

*rustling as they sign in BSL*

… I also might have let him look at my hearing aids… have I really messed up?

*rustling as they move towards the camera. Then an evil cackle and a dull thunk sound as they rap on their head to sign Idiot.*

I’m sorry I woke it up, Doc, but why did you expect the Deaf kid to know when they were being loud?? Oh, boy -!

It’s fine, it’s fine, I’ll just make sure it’s one of his lost works. BUT I HAVE A DA VINCI PORTRAIT AND YOU CAN’T TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME.

You’re gonna pay for KillKenny, Ledrede. No, I’m not a witch but I can see the future and, you know what? I’m not locked in here with you, you’re locked in here with me.

Their name is Odhrán and I’m up to 42 videos to explain why they’d just be so *terrible* as a Doctor Who companion.

PS: I am a professional actor and writer. So…? You like?

[chika-the-terrible]

HP x AC AU?

I know this has probably been done to death, but Harry being raised by people other than the Dursleys can always lead to some interesting takes, and here’s my contribution to that.

Do note that I haven’t played all of the AC games yet, certainly not Black Flag, Unity, or Rogue, so I apologize if some things are OOC for the Assassins. It’s also been a long while since I read the HP books or watched the movies, so sorry in advance if the information is inaccurate.

Working Title: With Accidents, You’ll Never Know What Could Happen

Main Idea: Basically, Harry is raised by the Assassins, but not just any Assassins. I’m thinking, maybe because of a Time Turner or a Piece of Eden or something, you have most of the main Assassins (Altaïr, Ezio, Connor, Edward, Arno, Jacob, and Evie) finding themselves in England in the 1980s. Huge differing team-up, but they’re all trying to survive in a time period they don’t understand and so try to make the best of it. And then they come across Harry, who is not being treated well by the Dursleys, and so they kinda just steal Harry and make him their own kid. After that, shenanigans ensue.

Here are some of my ideas, pre-Hogwarts:

Everyone kinda agrees that Jacob and Evie are the de facto guides, since they lived in the time period closest to the present and they lived in London, but they aren’t the ‘leaders.’ That job goes more to Ezio and Altaïr.

Their first priorities are to find a place to stay and get jobs. Once they have those covered, they can start figuring out what happened and how they can get back to their own times.

Altaïr, Ezio, and Arno know some English but not a lot, so it’s kinda up to Evie to help fill in the gaps, since I imagine she also studied languages with her assassin training and because it seems a little unlikely to me that the three knew a lot of English. My thought is that the Animus translated most of the language when playing as them, so they don’t actually know a lot. Until everyone can understand each other better, Evie helps act as translator and mediator.

While I haven’t had the chance to play Black Flag yet, I have a feeling that Edward and Jacob would immediately start butting heads because of their personalities and so a small rift might start between them. Also, Edward has no idea that Connor’s his grandson and Connor plans on keeping it that way until he knows Edward more so he can make the decision to trust him.

It’s after they’ve had a chance to settle in and get jobs that they come across Harry. Harry’s either been left behind or they see the Dursleys not treating Harry right and so they step in. It’s immediately understood between all of them that they can’t return Harry to the Dursleys and so they make up a new identity for him, making him Jacob’s son to make it more believable.

Everyone takes turns caring for Harry. Some feel more awkward about it than others, but they all enjoy Harry’s presence. And since there’s seven of them, each one takes a day to care for Harry and try to teach him their own things. For example, Edward tries to teach Harry about being a pirate and ships and tells him stories, and Ezio teaches Harry some Italian and talks way too much about Leonardo da Vinci.

Over the years, Harry learns a lot from the Assassins. He learns their  languages and histories before he enters primary school, among other things, and most of the Assassins just want to keep him innocent from their actual profession. Unsurprisingly, it’s Altaïr who first advocates against this, but not because it’s how he was raised. He understands that, while the world is different, it’s still plenty dangerous, so Harry should be prepared. Connor agrees with this and Ezio is soon swayed to their side because he can also see the benefits. Jacob and Evie are vehemently against it because of their own upbringing as Assassins and they don’t want Harry to go through the same thing. Not sure what sides Arno and Edward would be on, but the issue leaves the group divided until the magical world makes itself known. It especially becomes a non-issue once they learn how big of a target Harry has on his back.

Harry’s powers do spark up sometimes while he grows up with the Assassins but it’s never anything big, so they don’t make too much of a fuss over it. It’s only after they get the owl letter and someone comes to see them that they see that the Precursors weren’t the only strangers in the world.

[celestialgaea]

hello, noticed ur requests r open! is it okay if I could ask for a fic of Ezio/F!Reader with the theme of jealousy coming from Ezio? thank you if you accept my request! your works are amazing!

I have been wanting to fulfill this request for such a long time but I went through quite a rough period and I always felt the guilt of letting you wait linger upon me. I am so sorry for letting you wait. I have not forgotten you, your request was always in the back of my mind and I'm grateful for finally being able to write again!

I hope you enjoy the fanfiction!

(Request) Ezio Auditore x F!Reader // Jealousy

Warnings: (slight) mature content

Pairings: Ezio Auditore x (Female) Reader

summary: You are Leonardo's apprentice and have gotten the assignment to draw the naked male body from different perspectives. But when Ezio is paying a visit to Leonardo he doesn't seem very delighted with his lover drawing another man's private part.

You had underestimated the assignment. When Leonardo first told you about drawing a naked man you hadn't perceived the false comfort of your own assurance, who convinced you into thinking that seeing a fully bare stranger is nothing but the nature of a human being, as an illusion. Until the horrific scene of the young male, probably in his early twenties, slowly discarding himself off his clothes manifested itself behind a wooden changing screen.

Your mind kept replaying the former scene of the young male talking in slight shock to your maestro about how the apprentice was a women. A women that would create an image of his private part underneath the blunt end of her charcoal stick. During the open conversation, as the man was not ashamed of his shock whose cause leant more towards the fear of visible arousal than the mysogenistic side, his face and neck began to change into a more reddish skintone.

'Y/N,' Leonardo whispered, pointing towards his chest. 'Cover a bit of your chest, Ragazza. The poor man is quite...weak. I don't want you to get horrified.' You scoffed as you pulled up the fabric of the nightgown underneath your dress. 'Forgive me, maestro, for showing fertility.' You mocked. Leonardo shook his head, as if he were trying to remove his excessive thoughts to make more room for your shameless remarks. 'Ragazza, you know that I have no problem with your breasts, and i'm sure you know why, But this kid is as mature as the mosquitos that flied above Cleopatra's head during a scorching summer night. Be prepared that his "pride" might show itself."

Your heart began beating faster at just the mere thought of it, and the rustles of the male's fabric rubbing against each other as they fell onto the ground, entangled into one big flood of linen and leather, made his presence very clear and thus brought tension in the air that encircled you. 'Giovanni, Dannazione, are you almost done, boy? You're taking too long!' 'Maestro, no!' You whispered as annoyance took a hold of your voice. 'Ragazza, time is precious. And in these times of uncertainty I cannot lose any more.' And with that he turned his back to you and walked towards his desk not far away from your seat. You noticed how Leonardo's slouch has grown heavier over the past months, and his neck was more bent, as if it was bowing to his brain; the holder of his talent and geniusness.

Even though your eyes kept flickering through the various parchments filled with unfinished sketches and scrabbles you were still able to see the faint and disorted sillhouette of Giovanni walking from behind the changing screen towards the small wooden stage in front of you. His feet seemed humid as they loosened themselves from the floor with a sound similar to wallpaper being pulled away from a tacky wall. The boy slowly uncovered his private part, exposing a dark bush of intertwined curls, but when a knock on the door disturbed him he quickly covered himself again as the door was getting pierced by his anxious eyes. You regretted looking at it.

'Maestro, who is visiting?' You heard the sighs of parchment before Leonardo scurried towards the door.

'Ah. It's good to see you my friend!'

'It's good to see you too, mio amico.' The sonorous voice whose melodious words and promiscues groans swiftly danced towards you to embrace you in its tenderness was only able to come from one person only; Ezio Auditore. And it seemed that the young man wasn't fond of Ezio's presence.

'Maestro, I thought no one was allowed to disturb?' Giovanni's voice was a batter of shame and growing annoyance as he stood there with only his hands to cover his private part. Ezio glared at you. He saw you, he observed you, viewed you with spurned astonisment and the displeased look in his eyes made you grasp onto the understandment of why he was as fearsome as he was charming.

'I am unsure wether to turn to leonardo or you for an explanation, mia cara.' Leonardo had his hands up, almost touching Ezio's chest. 'Ezio, I have given her the assignment to draw a naked man.' 'Then why didn't you ask to draw me in nudity? There would be more flesh to capture than what that boy beholds.' Ezio surrenered himself uncontrollably to his impulses and attacked the poor Giovanni with his spit-filled words . 'Ezio, leave the boy out of this! He hasn't done anything and secondly; do not begin with the "Then why didn't you ask me", Because you know how scheduled you are. This is merely for educational reasons.' It felt sinful to get enraged with Ezio, but he had never behaved this attacking towards an innocent man. Along with his birth came his short temperance and even during the scorching season of maturing the searings left by his short temperance refused to heal.

'Educational purposes?' Ezio pulled at the leather skin of his gloves on top of his index finger as if he was planning on slapping the vulnurable model with it. 'Since when did looking at a cazzo become an educational enlightment?' The gloves were put on the table -Thank the Lord- together with his defected hidden blade. Ezio walked, no, he stomped towards a wooden chair that stood desolated in a corner collecting the flying dust and bits of dried paint that fell of a "failed", as the old man is still a perfectionist, da Vinci painting that towered above the chair.

Ezio let the chair ballance on its two front legs and allowed his dissatisfaction to guide his hand as it smacked the pieces of paint and dust particles off of its sitting surface. And how surprisingly odd it may seemed, you felt the muscles around your lower stomach contract in an ebb and flow that left trails along the flesh of your womanhood. He was angry, and so were you, and yet you felt aroused by him just uttering his jealousy to a lonely and motionless chair. For a few seconds you visualized those same rough hands whispering against the surrface of your weeping arse before turning them into a lovely shade of red. Ezio carried the chair and let its feet hit the ground next to you.

'Ezio, what are you intending to do?'

'Accompanying you.'

Oh, how he liked blending himself within the schemes of colours so his robes of red and white were the most appealing to look at.

'I do not need company. I'm doing very well on my own.' Ezio's fingers ran along your clothed thigh and gripped it sturdily. The lack of shame was transparant on him, removing the presence of Leonardo and Giovanni out of his realm of reality, as the humid warmth of his breath hugged your ear lobe.

'Ragazza, stop being hard-headed. I'm surprised that the boy is able to remain his excitement in custody. When I was his age,' 'Your cazzo had impregnated almost half of Firenze's youth. Not everyone is as rebellious as you were.' To your surprise, Ezio had remained silent. It seemed as though the sudden flare up of the middle aged consciousness had possessed him again and the teasing hand was removed from your thigh to fill in his crossed arms. His boyish teases were vanished. The man in his mid forties had appeared again; the outer corner of his eyes were folded into deepened curtains, the corners of his mouth were surrounded by the crescent-shaped smile lines which vitalized the apples of his cheek and if you looked at it with a certain view, not through the eyes of a classical artist, but through the eyes of a daydreamer, a madman, or a child you could play with the lines and follow it until his cheek slowly transfomed into a smooth segment of a rock being caressed by the spirals and curls of waves or maybe strands of hairs or whatever can be curly and spirally. Ezio grunted, focusing on the model, especially his croth area.

'Come one,' Ezio leant in to whisper in your ear, again.

'My cazzo is way more appealing to look at than his.'

'Ezio!'

[wolven-chimera-2023]

I keep getting this stupid “tylenol causes autism” lawsuit ad on my facebook, I finally snapped and commented this:

“You people will do anything to avoid the fact that there is a 50% chance that because your child is autistic you might be as well.

I mean, how are you to cope, finding out that YOU are now going to be othered because of your brain chemistry?

How are you to cope now that you know the world wasn’t BUILT for you? Despite being built upon the backs of people like you (Mozart, Turing, Tesla, Steve Jobs, Bill Gates, Emily Dickinson, Leonardo Da Vinci just to name a few)

You just want to avoid responsibility for bringing another wonder into the world which is honestly hilarious to me because genuinely, who wants a neurotypical kid when you could have the next Einstein. Apparently you.

Disabilities are only disabilities in the context of the society not made for them. Imagine a world where everybody has wings. Everybody but you and 20% of the population. Now, you’re going to a class or a meeting or something and its on the 3rd floor but the building doesnt have an elevator or stairs because everyone has wings, right? Wrong. You dont. But nobody wants to build stairs because the vast majority of people dont need the stairs.

Its not hard to build stairs. Nor is it hard to turn down the lights for someone experiencing overstimulation or not making someone with a texture aversion deal with that texture. You can literally erase disabilities by making the world accessable and accomodating so instead of feeling sorry for yourself that you have a kid who shares a trait with some of the most brilliant minds in history, work to make your corner of the world easier for them to access.”

I think I worded it quite eloquently and with less sarcasm than normal (despite the entire comment being saturated in distilled sarcasm) mostly because what I wanted to say was something along the lines of “hey fucknugget, how can you be THIS stupid? I thought I was supposed to be the retard”

[hasquetzorkukudoneanythingwrong]

Codex Familia: Consequences pt. 1

It was late November, and the family was in Alaska for their annual vacation when tragedy had struck. In a very much wrecked karaoke club, Chaldean security operatives were combing through the wreckage recovering bodies and injured people while also investigating anything that may have recorded what had caused the incident.

The operation was lead by none other then Leonardo Da Vinci who came at the relatively urgent request of former Chaldean master, Rex and former servant Quetzalcoatl. It wasn't long until the genius had questioned the two as to what the hell happened.

"It's unfortunate to reunite after so long under such circumstances, you two." Said Da Vinci while talking to the couple. "The last I remember actually seeing you was the kids' quinceañera, right?"

"Right, you've been busy since" the solar goddess responded. "It is very nice to see you, amiga.... just not like this" she had finished.

"So.... let's cut to the chase." She finally asked. "How did the kids cause such a..... disaster?! It looks like a terrorist attack out there! In fact that's the story the UN is using to cover this mess up!" She questioned, clearly very concerned but also emotional.

"W-we're not sure, Da Vinci!" The former master had responded! "Maria just got up to sing for karaoke, after some encouraging and then suddenly while singing her eyes turned purple and everyone else in the building was acting hysterical! Which caused Ed to panic and suddenly that Burst came out of him with the lightning and shit and that's when everything had gone to shit!" Rex had answered, seeming somewhat confused and hysterical himself.

"I-I assume it's another manifestation of their authority" Quetz had interjected. "It wasn't long after the panic started and Mijo's outburst that the two seemed to faint from..... what I assume is anxiety and exhaustion from everything!" Quetzalcoatl had told Da Vinci, with more composure then Rex, but with equal amounts of worry showing on her face

"Well..... that does make an amount of sense" Miss Da Vinci had said in response, finally. "I'm having the team recover the victims while covering your tracks. Like I said we'll blame it on a terrorist attack, while making sure no trace of your presence here can be found. We'll have to monitor the survivors aswell." She had assured the two, filling them in on how she was handling things.

The two still had very worried looks on their faces. It was clear as day they were not ready for such a tragedy to happen, especially when their children were unintentionally responsible for such a thing.

Then suddenly walking into the room was Nightingale, with news it seemed. "Sorry to interrupt, but the children seem to be waking up. I think they'll need to see their parents soon, in case they're still in a panic over the events" the head nurse had told Da Vinci.

"Yes, by all means you two can go join them. They'll definitely need it after what happened." She had said to the two parents, while gesturing her hand for them to go.

"Thank you" Rex said in response

With a "Si, gracias" followed by Quetz.

The two walked into the infirmary that was set up on the site of the disaster. The kids were both in beds to recover from the shock of what had happened. They seemed to finally be getting back up.

"Aye, mis bebés!" Quetz had yelled out while running to hug the kids. She had ended up unintentionally pulling the beds closer while pulling close. "Aye, is everything ok!? Are you two alright?!" She had asked in such a panicked state.

"Mi corazon, calm down for a second, let them adjust to the situation" Rex had said in an attempt to calm the distraught goddess that was his wife.

"Right, I'm sorry" Quetz said while letting go of the children and getting back up from her hugging position then standing next to Rex.

"Um.... I feel a little dizzy.... and lightheaded... but other then that I'm fine" Mari said in response to her mother's questions as she placed her hand on her head, seemingly in an attempt to relieve the fatigue.

"Yeah, I'm feeling the same.... nothing too bad but.... it's definitely odd..." Ed had also said, replying to Quetz's worrisome questions.

"That's good to hear, at least mis hijos" Rex had said, thankful that the kids were mostly unharmed. "You had us worried after that happened"

"Yeah uh..... can you... remind us what happened?" Maria had asked her parents. "I have no memory of the last few hours....."

"Yeah, same here. What exactly caused this?" Ed also asked his parents.

"Oh......" was all that the two could say in response.

A/N: so there's a part 1 to this current fic! Things definitely aren't going well already. But I'm sure it'll all turn out fine! Hope people enjoy it!

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[kaeyas-beloved]

i’m a sucker for platonic teenage mc. could i maybe have a scenario where mc is v close to leo and accidentally calls him dad. maybe they’re building something together and it just slips out? and she gets all embarrassed about it but leo thinks it’s quite cute and he already mentally adopted her anyways??

(i hope this made sense!! i’m just soft for platonic relationships and the suitors being family figures for mc and leo just seems like such solid father material)

Truth be told Anon, when I first received this request I (out loud) went “yes, yes, yes, YESSSS" or something similar to that but you get the idea I was excited to write it.

And don’t worry, your request makes perfect sense! I just hope that I was able to fulfill it to your liking T_T (and I totally agree, Leo is father material)

Hopefully you enjoy this, if not you can always come back and ask again! This is my first time writing Leo so I’m sorry if he’s OOC at all...

Note: I used an the Italian term topolina in this, which, from my research, is a term of endearment that translates to ‘little mouse’

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“Thanks Dad” {Leonardo x Platonic!Teen!MC/Reader}

Leonardo da Vinci’s room is a mess, that’s a given, but it was peaceful - quiet, a space one could immerse themselves in with a hobby as a form of pass time. In a way, his room was like a library when the silent rule is followed to a T.

And it was here that she could construct with a clear mind, no honking of cars nor sounds of people from outside whatsoever. It was heaven for an aspiring architect like herself.  

“Just like that, easy now...” he murmured, watching with hawk-like eyes from the sidelines as the girl worked independently, putting the skills he’s taught her the past two weeks into practice. At the beginning of this little project they were working together, but about halfway through Leonardo fell asleep... 

Carefully, strategically, the teen applied the last wood piece, completely the couple hour long build. 

Taking a step back to stand beside him, she waits with bated breath, like the slightest change in wind could cause it to crumble. Yet when it held strong, a bright smile split across her face, Leonardo mirroring it with one of his own.

“Brava topolina, you’ve done it. On your own too” he chuckled, mussing up her hair playfully. She rolled her eyes, gently brushing his hand off her head. In no way though did that stop him from wrapping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a side hug.

“You helped, remember? We started the plane model together...” she reminded him.

“Maybe so, but you did most of the work and finished it. That’s worth something, you did good kid.” his praise caused her eyes to widen, his tone holding the warmest note that he’s ever used toward her since her arrival. All the other times where he’s recommended books on topics she’s interested in, when he taught her certain trades or brought her out to town pale in comparison to this very moment of bonding.

As she turned her gaze at the subject of their shared work, something they technically did together, a pleasant feeling filled her heart. Quietly, she whispered her thanks.

“...thanks dad, that... means a lot to me...”

There was a beat of silence before the severity of her words sank in, and a panicked expression morphed onto her face. ‘I did not just say that!?’. Leo’s brows rose in surprise as well, he too never expecting to be called dad, before returning to the usual calmness of his.

It’s true that the appearance of this girl from the future was a strange and different experience to him, a whole new world in some way. Yes, while in the past he’s gotten close to mortals of all kinds, adults, children and teens just like her, none of them could connect on a special level like this. There was never someone who he could just click with when it comes to sharing a hobby or two. Someone he could pass his vast knowledge of information down to to add to their own.

When she came along though she became exactly that person he was lacking in his life. She was the perfect mix of educated while still having room to grow and learn.

And yet he never could find an explanation as to why exactly he felt that way with her. What made her different from the others?

“Sorry, I, um, I didn’t mean-” she stuttered, so embarrassed she felt like she was overheating. Despite everything though, he didn't mind, and the master of all trades kept their wholesome hug going.

“Kinda like the sound of that...” he chuckled, gazing down at her.

“O-oh... can I... uh, keep calling you that?”

“Sure, I’d like that. Now, what do you want to build next?”

Maybe that was the answer - that the relationship they’ve built was akin to familial, she was someone he allowed to be just a little closer than anyone else. Why? Maybe because she knew the secret of the mansion, that he and the resident’s aren’t human, leading him to feel like he doesn’t have to hold anything back, that he can be himself. 

And that alone allowed him to feel just a little bit alive again.

The thought itself kept the smile on his face as he watched her look for another kit to construct, and it crossed his mind that he’d do literally anything to keep her safe with a happy look on her face like she has now.

Anything at all...

.

..

…

…Bonus...

“You really are a papà now, huh, Leonardo?” Comte smiled, a teasing look in his eye.

“Quiet ‘Comte’”

~~~

As of me posting this, requests are open [check my bio though to be sure]! Don’t forget to check the rules too for the fandoms/topics I write for (which are linked in my masterlist)!  

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[carnelianns]

Hello! I really enjoy reading your work, can I ask for just general headcanons for any ikevamp boyo of your choosing with a S/O(or MC if you'd prefer) who has no idea who these people are. MC; "I failed history twice and cheated to pass."

this ask is gold

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Fame isn’t really important to the man in pursuit of the perfect song, but Mozart admits that your cluelessness does induce some frustration from him.

From what he’s gathered from Sebastian, his pieces — even those he didn’t expect to get famous — are awfully popular in the present time, so why don’t you know a single one?

You think it’s a coincidence that Mozart’s playing a pretty little tune whenever you pass by the piano room. It, in fact, is not.

He peeks his head out into the hallway to see if you’re near and if you are, he’s rushing to the piano immediately to play a composition of his to check if you really don’t know it. He’ll never admit it, though. 

There’s a slight scowl on his face the day he finally pulls you inside the room itself, only warranting a questioning gaze from you. 

“Are you certain.. you don’t know these pieces?” He asks, the gentle tune of Sonata No. 16 contrasting greatly with his furrowed brows and the slight jut of his lower lip.

You can only hum, lifting your head off from his shoulder as you meet his violet eyes. “I’m sorry, Mozart, but the only thing I learned in Music class was how to sleep without getting caught.”

The slight pout on his face transforms into a look of dissatisfaction as he sighs, the sound mingling with the sudden fast pace of “Eine Kleine Nachtmusik”, Mozart’s last attempt in seeking for a piece  you know.

“Oh my god.” His eyes swing towards your form, widening infinitesimally at the look of recognition on your face. “That’s from Little Einsteins!”

He almost bashes his head in the piano when you explain that it’s from a kids show you thoroughly enjoyed when you were young, though he doesn’t have the heart to do so (or the skull).

You may be slightly uncultured, but he wouldn’t mind seeing the stars in your eyes much more often, even if it means having to play the song botched by a kids show every so often.

Leonardo da Vinci

Leonardo isn’t one to brag about his achievements, nor does he really care about them, so you being unknowing of who he is exactly isn’t really a big problem for him.

Although he finds it absolutely adorable when you bounce up to him randomly throughout the day, spewing an almost unintelligible “Is it true that..?!” and an achievement of his you probably heard from either Sebastian or Isaac.

He quite honestly falls in love with you more and more each time, if it isn’t clear from the slight crinkle of his eyes, or the soft, genuine smile setting itself upon his lips.

However, there has been something plaguing his mind ever since the day you first met. The words you uttered, and the dreamy sigh and faraway look in your eyes after.

“The only Leo I know is Leonardo di Caprio.”

Making no move to act upon his curiosity, Leonardo quickly forgets your unusual words. That is until he sees you soberly staring out the window one fine day, a sigh resonating through the empty living room.

“Cara mia, what’s wrong?” He asks, brows furrowed as he instantly takes a seat beside you. Not many times has he seen you look this blue, and god forbid it ever happen again.

“It’s just… You know… I sometimes think… Is Leonardo di Caprio doing well?”

A wry smile forms his face as you continue your lament, making inexplicable hand gestures here and there. “I just hope he’s okay, y’know? And god, you should see him. Young Leo is a different breed, perfection incarnate, the lo—”

“Cara mia, are you forgetting I’m here?” His guttural voice — one that seemingly dropped a few octaves — causes you to pause, eyes widening when you finally meet his intense stare and the irked smile on his face.

There’s no room to escape when he pulls you into his impregnable grip, carrying you bridal style to what you just know is his bedroom. ‘It seems I’ll just have to remind you which Leonardo your boyfriend is.”

Isaac Newton

Don’t get him wrong, he’s glad you don’t know of the famed apple incident, subsequently leading you to not tease him, but there’s only so much he can take.

The problem isn’t that you don’t know of him — he can care less, in all honesty. It’s that you don’t know anything about physics — hell, you could barely remember the three laws of motion.

So it was that every time you two are together, the vexed physicist manages to slip in a comment or suggestion about learning more about, well, physics.

Which often leads to you escaping from his grasp, more often than not giving the residents a wonderful show of a yelling Isaac chasing you around the giant mansion.

“I failed Science because I said Newton’s three laws of motion were made by Einstein, please have mercy,” you beg a scowling Isaac who somehow managed to wring you into the library for a one-on-one lesson.

“I don’t even have any words for you, you foolish woman.” He then proceeds to sigh, taking a seat beside you. Your fake sniffles cease as you turn towards your lover, a focused look making itself home on his face.

“... How in the heavens did you mistake me for Einstein?” There’s a visible pout on his face, his cheeks tinged a slight shade of red as he does everything to not meet your gaze.

“... Awh, is my lovely little scientist upset? Is he, now?” You coo teasingly, pinching his cheeks in a way one does an infant.

“Shut up!”

Your laugh echoes through the library as he turns away, crossing his arms. It does nothing to hide his now hot-red ears. 

Taking it upon yourself to slide your arms around Isaac’s waist you hum softly, snuggling into his shoulder. “If it makes you feel any better, then I’m glad good ol’ Isaac Newton ended up being the love of my life.”

“... If this is an attempt to get out of your lessons, then it didn’t work.” Damn.

[shookspearewrites]

The ikevamp suitors as songs

No requested post today* my loves, BUT I curated this list bc its fun and I was listening to random songs doing uni work & couldn’t stop being reminded of the mens, so

I give you: Songs that I associate with the suitors (this is mostly musical theatre songs, I'm not sorry),,

* (ended up posting this at past 4am ... oops) 

- JJ x

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Napoleon Bonaparte:

Golden Slumbers (Elbow). Napoleon’s whole purpose in this world is to protect you at all times. He’ll sing you soft melodies when you’re in need of comfort as he holds you tightly in his strong arms. Plus, he adores sleeping next to you or, alternatively, watching you as you sleep, enamoured with that soft peaceful expression that you wear.

All of Me (John Legend). Everything about you draws him to you: He finds you to be simply perfect & he wouldn’t want you to ever believe otherwise. Napoleon finds your duality beautiful - How you are both delicate and strong, how you seem to burn with fire-like passion but you still hold the gentle qualities of a waterfall.

Lost in the Woods (from Frozen 2). i am aware how of dumb this is bare with me pls,, Napoleon is a skilled traveller but, he likens being without you to being stranded - Lost at sea without so much as a paddle to get him home. He’ll gift you an ornate compass that matches his own to assure that “You’ll always find your way back to me.”

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart:

Your Song (Elton John). A fact that Mozart keeps close to his heart is that you are his muse, his inspiration. He’s written countless pieces about you, for you and indeed, because of you. You seem to fill the musician with overwhelming emotions: Love, jealousy, desire, etc. You make him want to create the sunshine you bring to his life through his music and gift it back to you.

Your Eyes (from Rent). Mozart’s brash, tsundere attitude can be a major turn off, but he doesn’t care - well, at least he thought he didn’t. It wasn’t until he ended up offending you, making you flee the music room in floods of tears did he realise what he’d done. You’ll hear him playing sad pieces for the next few days until the pair of you can finally talk again. At this point, Mozart will make a point of telling you all of the things that he loves about you and how you make his heart flutter, as much as he hates to admit it.

Something There (from Beauty and the Beast). Once you get past his aloof, harsher exterior, Wolfgang is a gentle, kind man. It’ll take you a long while to work this out, to get to his softer spots but, that side of him is definitely there. You’ll gradually notice him letting his guard down around you and only you - He’s honestly so soft for you, just don’t tell anyone because he’ll get embarrassed.

Leonardo Da Vinci:

Fuego (Eleni Foureira). Its sexy, its Mediterranean and quite frankly, its a bop. Like this song is so fun and bouncy and Leo would so vibe to this, I can’t be convinced otherwise.

El Tango de Roxanne (from Moulin Rouge). Okay but you can’t tell me that this man wouldn’t be the sexiest tango dancer ever. He and this song share so much raw passion and honestly, just imagine him scooping you up in his arms and leading you in desire-fuelled tango. Am I swooning at the thought? Yes-

I’ll Cover You (from Rent). Consider this: Dancing round the mansion and the beautiful Parisian streets singing this together with Leonardo. He’s just so damn infatuated with you and he lives to put a smile on your face, even if that means him being a big goofball in public. He’s suave and seductive but, one can’t forget that Leonardo is a kid at heart, too.

Arthur Conan Doyle:

She’s always a Woman (Billy Joel). Arthur falls for MC hard and he can’t deny it. I imagine he’d just gaze at you, his heart melting when you smile at him, making him fall further in love.

The Only Reason (5 Seconds of Summer). You keep him up at night more often than he’d like - especially after you’ve had a lover’s spat. Arthur cannot bare losing you ever so, if you’ve fought, he’ll lie awake with tear stained cheeks, trying desperately to think of a way to earn your forgiveness.

Give Me Love (Ed Sheeran). Arthur craves your attention, your affection, you. Though, he often thinks himself unworthy of your love and when he gets into his depressive states, he’ll seek you out and silently cuddle himself up to you, begging for you to hold him until the pain eases. You are the only cure to his maladies - “Please just hold me, MC.”

Isaac Newton:

Lay Me Down (Sam Smith). Isaac is very timid about the fact that he is in love with you. He wants to do everything in his power to have you but, he’s simply too nervous of scaring you or hurting you. Isaac is easily overwhelmed by the pounding of his heart when you affirm that you love him, lost for words so he’ll hold you close and embrace you for as long as possible.

Falling Slowly (from Once). He knows that he’s an absolute mess so, why do you continue to love him? Isaac cannot comprehend how you still want the shipwreck that is himself, it baffles him and, genuinely saddens him. There are times when he believes that you’re only staying with him to make him happy, which, is not true. You will need to remind Isaac that you absolutely do adore him and everything that he is. He just needs a confidence boost, really - He’s not used to the whole love thing.

Vincent Van Gogh:

Isn’t She Lovely? (Stevie Wonder). Oh if you aren’t his entire world and even more - A radiant flower in an otherwise dull garden. Honestly, Vincent will sing your praises to anyone who’ll listen & will hum or sing happily when he thinks about you.

All I’ve Ever Known (from Hadestown). Vincent has spent his life protecting his heart from hurt, shutting off any the negative emotions in fears that they’ll make him unlikeable, unlovable even. When he finally accepts that he loves you, that he can open his heart up to you, then he can stop holding himself back. Vincent can finally fully blossom with you.

Somewhere only We Know (Lily Allen). Vincent keeps good on that promise he made to you: He’ll always be there for you, be at your side if you need him to be. As soon as he notices that you’re even mildly upset, he’ll whisk you away up to the bluff overlooking the beautiful sights of Paris to sit with him. Vincent will let you cuddle up in his lap as the pair of you watch the twinkling lights of the city in the quiet night.

Theodorus Van Gogh:

Before He Cheats (Carrie Underwood). You know, Theo’s a bitter lil bitch who wants the absolute best things for you, so, he’d totally advise you to ruin someone’s life if they’ve done wrong by you. He’d probably help you with said life-ruining.

How Long (Lionel Richie). Theodorus constantly battles with his inner turmoil and his anger along with his sheer love towards. He knows full well that he is head over heels in love with you but, his negative feelings hold him back from admitting that he wants you because he doesn’t want to hurt you. Theo often spends his nights awake, suffering and willing these ugly emotions to leave him so he can focus his energy of showing you the love that you deserve. 

Fire on Fire (Sam Smith). Theodorus makes it no secret that he holds a brash, burning passion for the things he loves, including you. The pair of you can have such loud, fiery fights filled with angry, fervent emotions. Though, when you both feel as though you can forgive each other, Theo will not hesitate to show you, to remind you how you that make his heart burn hot and beat hard with immeasurable affection.

God I hate Shakespeare (from Something Rotten!) Sorry, I just had to 😂

Dazai Osamu:

Fairytale (Alexander Rybak). To Dazai, you seem like you’ve stepped straight out of a fairytale - You are this bewitching enchantress whom he can’t get off of his mind. He’s absolutely entranced by you, especially your completely adorable laugh and he feels his heart melt a little more every time he hears it. But, being a pessimist, Dazai believes that he doesn’t deserve you and the pure happiness you bring him please give him all of the love, he deserves the world.

Those Magic Changes (from Grease!). Okay hear me out with this one - Its so sweet & kinda cheeky, its got this soft playful quality to it that totally reads Dazai to me. Like, imagine him singing this with that cute lil smile as he just pulls you into his arms to sway along to the music with him 🥺

Soldier, Poet, King (The Oh Hellos). Dazai is a storyteller, for sure. the way the words just flow off of his tongue in that sweet, lilting melody and the way his voice can just draw anyone in - Heavenly. I can picture him sitting on one of the mansion’s windowsills whilst singing this & Bunta sat on his shoulder chirping along.

Jean D’Arc:

Words Fail (from Dear Evan Hansen). Jean can admit that he’s not the most open of men with his emotions, and as a result, he often finds himself lost for words. He often feels like he’s unworthy, like he’s done wrong somehow please someone protect this man for gods sake even though he has no proof that he’s failed you. When Jean finally feels the courage to discuss his emotions with you, you discover that he is as fragile as glass behind his stoic exterior. He’ll need a lot of encouragement to realise that his feelings are valid and that he is truly a gift to this world and that he’s your favourite person.

How Long will I Love You? (Ellie Goulding). Jean dedicates his every waking hour to you - He thinks that you hung the moon in the sky. You are his angel and he will never stop reminding you that you are his everything & that he will never stop loving you.

Hold Me while You Wait (Lewis Capaldi). Sad man is sad when you mention wishing to return to your own time. Ultimately, he can’t change your decision - after all, its your choice to make and not his but, it’ll keep him up at night. Jean only asks that if you should ever leave him behind, that you allow him to embrace you but once before you do so, allowing him just one touch of heaven.

William Shakespeare:

Meant to be Yours (from Heathers: The Musical). As much as I adore Shakespeare, even I have to admit that he is an insane possessive yandere. There is almost no lengths he won’t go to to make you his, including some rather sinister eventualities.

A Little Priest (from Sweeney Todd). I’ll be damned if I cannot somehow obtain a Sweeney Todd AU thing for Shakesy even if I have to write it myself. William would just have you as his lovely little partner in crime, holding you close to him within the thick fog of Victorian London. He’d protect you, wrapping you in his cloak so you end up pressed right up against his chest, his heart pounding and his cheeks reddened with blush.

Bad Romance (Bardcore cover by Hildegard Von Blingin’). Okay so I am obsessed with this song, I had to include it. This man is tempting you, teasing you, enchanting you into his arms with his every word. William is a greedy man and he wants all of you, all for his own keeping. His words are so beautifully poetic and he hopes that soon, you’ll stop being able to resist him as he cannot resist you.

Hard to be the Bard (from Something Rotten!) Once again, I simply had to.

Le Comte de Saint Germain:

A Heart Full of Love (starts at 1:18) (from Les Misérables). At the very moment that you catch Comte’s eye at the Louvre, he knows that you must be his. There is no denying that even despite the fact that he’d vowed to himself that he’d never again fall in love, Le Comte is in love with you at first sight. He feels it ungentlemanly of himself at first but, once he reveals this fact to you, you say that it’s charming, changing his mind about he feels about himself. There’s no doubt in his mind, Comte is so deeply in love with you.

Mama Will Provide (from Once on this Island). Comte is the mansion’s resident Sugar Daddy so if you need/want something he will give it to you. He’s also a guide to your new life in the mansion and will do anything in his power to help you.

Ocean Eyes (Billie Eilish). Le Comte has possibly the most spectacular pair of eyes the world has ever seen - A beautiful golden sunset swimming with adoration. Though, he will not fail to remind you that your eyes are as beautiful as can be: He likens the to the ocean, to diamonds. He thinks that your eyes hold the world within them, and he is blessed for that loving gaze that you look upon him with.

Sebastian / Akihiko Satou:

Safe & Sound (Taylor Swift). Sebastian feels it completely necessary to protect you at all times even though he’s knows that you’re perfectly capable of doing so yourself. He sees it his duty as the only other human in the mansion - Like an alliance almost. Sebastian is always keeping an eye out for you, making sure that you are safe and staying out of harm’s way though, he claims that he’s just “Making certain that you’re completing your chores accordingly, MC.”

Heather (Conan Gray). Sebastian is a very good butler and an honest man in every sense of the word. Though, even he is not immune to the pangs of jealousy that overcome him when he witnesses you with Master le Comte. Begrudgingly, he feels nauseous whenever he hears Comte call you “Ma Cherie” or sees your arm linked with his own. Whenever it becomes especially overwhelming, Sebastian will insist that you have not completed your household tasks for the day in desperation to spend more time alone with you.